The setting sun crept among the windows of Capsule Corp, leaving just enough light to get your way around the rooms the mansion contained. The curtains slightly curled around as a breeze swept through an open window, carrying with it a deep silence. All was at peace, until a four legged figure emerged from the shadows with an elegant stride across the living room. It looked towards the only source of light as the curtains danced among the window, visibility depending wholly on the crimson fabric. It sat there, letting the light flow freely across its eyes, causing a glow to emit from them. To the edge of its vision, a shadow seemed to have moved. It snapped its head in that general direction, but the shadow was no longer there. Its nostrils flared as it sniffed out its surroundings, but could only pick up the scent of flowers from the quite breeze. It's back arched as the floor behind it squeaked from too much weight upon it. It hastily turned around to reveal the intruder, only to find nothing as the floor squeaked again, lacking the pressure it once held on it. With quivering limbs, it slowly made its way towards the stairs, hoping to find sanctuary with its master somewhere along the second floor. It froze as it felt a warm breath trail over the back of its neck. A chuckle echoed around its ears, causing it to reclaim movement as it sprinted forward in an attempt to flea from danger. A flash of hope rose within itself as the sight of the stairs graced its vision, but was utterly destroyed when whatever it was running from pounced upon it. It screeched in complete horror as it struggled for survival. Within moments, the lights were switched on from the head of the stairs.

"Vegeta! Stop harassing the cat!"

Screamed Bulma as she glared down the stairs at the Saiyan Prince. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at Bulma as Dr. Brief's cat whimpered from being pinned to the floor by Vegeta's weight on it. Bulma crossed her arms and straightened her back.

"Well?"

Vegeta frowned, but released his 'toy' anyways, causing the frightened animal to scurry its way up the stairs and down the hall towards Dr. Brief's location. Bulma shook her head in annoyance and was about to leave the room when there was a rather rough knock on the door, causing some old paint to chip off the door and fall like leaves to the floor. Vegeta knitted his eyebrows together, angered that the Briefs family will be having a 'guest' in the house. He stood up to go answer the door as Bulma came down the stairs. As Vegeta opened the door, his eyes shot open in surprise. Standing before him while holding several suitcases, was his father. Vegeta's cold look returned to his face instantly as he stared at his old man.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

His father growled at him, but replied.

"Your mother threw me out of the house, so I'll be living with you from now on."

Vegeta snarled back at him.

"Who ever said you 'could' stay here?"

"I don't need any permission; I go where ever I damn well please, brat!"

Vegeta grinned widely.

"If that's true, then I guess your mate shouldn't have been able to kick you out of your own home, right?"

His father was growing veins around his neck and was about to shout back, but something blue caught his attention. Noticing the thoughtful look upon his father's face, Vegeta tilted his head a bit and saw Bulma staring right back at his father with curiosity. She stepped forward next to Vegeta and looked back and forth between son and father.

"He's your dad? But, he looks almost exactly like you!"

Before he could respond, his father laid his things on the ground and grabbed Bulma's right hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently.

"And who is this angel?"

He said smoothly with a hint of lust deep within his eyes. Vegeta swiped Bulma's hand away from his father and glared daggers at him.

"That is none of your concern. Now, I demand you leave the premises, at once!"

Bulma ripped her hand free from Vegeta's tight hold on it and placed both hands on her hips.

"Vegeta! He's your own flesh and blood! You can't just toss him out into the cold to fend for him self!"

Vegeta's hand turned into a white shaking fist as he turned to Bulma.

"Women, I assure you, he doesn't require any assistance what so ever."

"Nonsense! He will stay here as long as he chooses."

She then turned back to the Saiyan King.

"That is, if you're still willing to, sir."

He smirked in victory at his son.

"I'd be quite delighted to do so, Mrs...?"

Bulma extended her hand towards the eldest Saiyan.

"Miss. Briefs."

He took the hand all too greedily.

"'Miss.' Briefs... very delighted."

Vegeta's face turned red as they shook hands and then left to find a room for their new guest, leaving him to close the door. He mumbled a few choice words at a certain Saiyan and slammed the door. As he turned to catch up with the others upstairs, he heard a girlish scream. Pushing the possibilities away from his mind, Vegeta rushed up the stairs, turned into another hall, and almost lost his footing at what he saw. Right in front of one of the guest rooms stood his father with Mrs. Briefs wrapped around the back of him in a death grip while sucking the back of his neck like a leach. Bulma was a few feet away with her hands over her face in embarrassment while his father screamed like a girl.

"Mom! Let go of him!"

Mrs. Briefs momentarily freed her mouth from the swollen flesh.

"But sweetie! He's just so darn yummy!"

She then continued with her leach-like ways. Vegeta fell backwards while laughing with hysterics. Bulma went to go pry her mother off of the terrified Saiyan, but failed miserably.

"Vegeta! Help me!"

Vegeta paused in his chuckles and glared at Bulma.

"And have your loony mother leach on me? To hell with that!"

And with that said, he proceeded to laugh yet again at the scene. Bulma watched in horror as her mother began to glide her mouth completely over her guest's head like a snake. She panicked and screamed the first thing to pop in her head at Vegeta.

"No more GR for you then!"

That shut Vegeta up instantly. He growled, but went to 'save' his father. He slowly walked up to his father who was ramming his back into the wall to free himself. He whistled to gain Mrs. Breifs's attention, which it did, and then brought out his tail, wiggling ever so slightly, taunting the blond. Her eyes darted side to side as it followed each and every one of it's movements and then leaped for it, but landed on her face on the ground as it pulled out of reach. She lifted her head and blinked a few times, regaining her senses.

"Oh, my muffins!"

She then stood to her feet and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Vegeta then turned back to the two remaining people and frowned when he saw Bulma cleaning his father's face off with a napkin ever so gently. His father was slightly shaking from whatever it was he saw deep within the moist chamber.

"I think I saw a bone wedged between her teeth…"

Bulma laughed nervously while recalling what happened to her mother's last victim.

"Na, you're just imagining things. Now, let's get you to your room."

With that said, Bulma opened the door and led him in. Vegeta walked over and leaned at the entrance with his arms crossed while watching Bulma show his father around. After a few minutes, they returned to the entrance with his father muttering to himself something about the uselessness of squirting toilets to clean your asses.

"Well, that's about it. Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

Said Bulma as she turned to leave, but was halted by the elder Vegeta grabbing her arm.

"I just have one question."

Bulma did a double blink then blushed for not asking him 'if' he had any questions.

"Um… sure, go right ahead."

He let her arm go free as she turned back to him.

"What is this 'GR' you mentioned to my son?"

Bulma grinned at the chance to brag about her intelligence, but her mother's voice from the kitchen interrupted the trio.

"Pumpkin! I need some help setting the table up!"

Bulma sighed, but complied with the request.

"Coming! Vegeta will have to show you it. See you both at dinner."

Before Vegeta could protest, Bulma ran down the stairs. Vegeta scowled in annoyance, but then it turned into a thoughtful look. Within moments, it morphed into a cruel smile.

"Come along, father. There is much to be seen."

He rubbed his hands together joyfully and led his father outside to the GR. As they approached the large metal sphere, he saw his father tilt his head in curiosity. He placed his hand upon the scanner and said his name. The door hissed and slid open. They walked inside and to the controls.

"This is the gravity room. Also known as the 'GR'."

His father cocked an eyebrow towards his son.

"'Gravity room'?"

"Yes, it changes the gravity in this little room to very high levels, making simple workouts more of a challenge."

He silently walked backwards towards the door as his father gazed around the room in awe.

"So, how does it work?"

Vegeta stopped right at the door and slid open a small control panel.

"How does it work, you say?"

He then pressed a few buttons quietly and returned his gaze back to his father.

"Oh, I'll show you how it works."

He smirked evilly as the ceiling slightly opened and a clear colored wall slammed its way down to the ground, separating the two Saiyans. The older Saiyan turned around and stared at his son in confusion as the room turned red when all of a sudden, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"That, my dear father, is what gravity feels like."

His father struggled to get up, but fell back down as Vegeta raised the gravity level. After a few grunts, Vegeta lowered the level, which resulted with his father glaring hatefully at him. He shot up and rushed towards the prince, but was slammed back to the ground with the slight touch of the dial by Vegeta. His son finally turned the gravity off, which sent his father flying to the ceiling.

"Ah… sweet, sweet, revenge."

And with that said, he proceeded to turn the dial back and forth resulting in his father bouncing up and down like a ping-pong ball.

"Gravity on. Gravity off. Gravity on. Gravity off."

With bumps and bruises all over him, his father managed to speak before getting the wind blown out of him again.

"Get rid of the gravity, damn it!"

Vegeta was silent for a moment, then chuckled.

"As you wish."

His father fell to the ground and as he pushed to get up, the computer beeped.

'Zero gravity initiated.'

His father looked like he was about to explode in rage as he started to float around. Vegeta burst into laughter as all the hair on his father, including his tail, was spiked up like a pist off cat. After awhile of listening to his own laughter, Vegeta finally calmed down and looked back to his father, who had his arms crossed and was silently glaring at him while still slowly floating around like a cloud. He decided to leave as he became quite bored with the situation, but typed a few more commands into the machine before he opened the door. The lights dimmed with a disco ball coming out, spinning its lights everywhere slowly, and some speakers appeared playing the song 'Fly me to the Moon'.

"Enjoy."

With a snicker, Vegeta left to attend dinner. He took a seat next to Bulma while Dr. and Mrs. Briefs sat together on the other side of the round table. Within a few moments of everybody stuffing his or her faces, an explosion was heard, followed by the glass door sliding open. With a few smudges on his clothing, the eldest Vegeta took his seat on the other side of Vegeta. He stayed silent as he grabbed item after edible item and placed it on his plate. Three minutes went by as the two Saiyans ate at a faster rate then usual until all that was left was a large piece of steak. Both Saiyans stared each other down, daring the other to go for it.

"Woman, pass the steak to the prince of Saiyans."

Demanded Vegeta, still staring at his father. Bulma's left eye twitched, but said nothing.

"No, pass it to the O mighty king of Saiyans, wench."

Said his father with the same authority. Bulma shot up in a flash and gave death glares to both Saiyans.

"The 'wench' is still hungry!"

With that said, she slammed her fork into the juicy solid and thrusted it all into her mouth, swallowing it whole. They both fell down anime style with their legs twitching in the air. Vegeta opened his eyes, but all he saw was black as he darted his eyes back and forth. He stood back up while rubbing the back of his head. He could no longer smell food in the air and judging by the bump on his head, he must have knocked himself out for a while when he fell off his chair. He glanced towards the microwave clock that glowed green numbers. It read '1:42 am'. He growled in anger as he thought about how everybody just left him there and went off to dream land. After a few minutes of cursing, he headed up the stairs to his room for his own time to slumber. He was about to grab the knob to open the door, but stopped as he heard some movement on the other side. He scowled at the thought of someone rummaging through his things and barged in instantly. As he flipped the light switch up, his eyes grew to the size of bowling balls. A clone-like version of himself was grunting like crazy on top of his blue haired hostess in his own bed. As the door made contact with the wall, they both snapped their heads to Vegeta's general direction. Bulma's face paled as she looked between the 'clones'.

"B-b-but..."

The clone pulled away and sat on the side of the bed, smirking at Vegeta.

"I'm so sorry, my boy. I just had to take her for a test ride."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at his father's newly shaved face. Before Vegeta could do anything, Bulma sat up on the bed and sighed depressingly.

"Damn it, I was so close."

They turned their heads towards her as she tugged at her chin. Their mouths dropped open as she pulled her skin off and over her head to reveal a tanned face with a spiky black hair.

"K-kakkorot!"

Goku turned his disappointed eyes towards Vegeta.

"I didn't mean it Veggie-kins! I swear! This special moment I was saving was just for the two of us, but I was blinded by lust with this look-alike that I thought was you! Oh, my heart will burst with complete sorrow just to touch that smooth face of yours..."

Vegeta's eyes twitched in disgust.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Goku tilted his head in confusion.

"Don't you want to be my mate?"

Vegeta's face turned green, but he held the nasty liquid in.

"NO!"

The lower hall lights turned on and in stepped Bulma with tired eyes. They turned huge as she looked at the scene before her.

"Okay...um..."

She couldn't think of anything to say. The eldest Saiyan, who had been staring as Goku this whole time in shock, shook his head clear.

"You mean...that I...slept with a..."

He gulped and looked towards his son who just stood there silently. Realizing the answer, he lowered his head into his hands and quietly wept. Goku got up and wrapped his arms around the king to comfort him, but was frown across the room into a wall.

"Get the hell off me!"

He then stood up in all his naked glory and flew out the window. Goku looked up in panic.

"Don't go! Your the closest thing I can ever get to the original!" And with that said, Goku stood up in all his feminine body suit glory and followed the once proud king. A few moments went by until Vegeta turned to Bulma.

"Where were you this whole time?"

Bulma rolled her eyes.

"In the lab, where else?"

Vegeta released some air he was holding as he guided Bulma and himself out of his room, no longer capable of withstanding the strong scents it contained.

"Got any room in your room?"

He smirked devilishly at her. She blushed as she turned her head away from him. He was about to grab her when a dark blue tail with a white tip appeared behind Bulma. He grabbed it and tugged at it, causing Bulma to poof into a puff of smoke. Vegeta coughed a few times and opened his eyes to see Yamcha's furry companion. Puor started to shake nervously.

"Um... hi."

She waved at him shyly. Vegeta was getting frustrated with all these weird things happenings and screamed to nobody in particular.

"First the gay clown, now the stupid cat! Is this some kind of sick joke?"

He then glared daggers at the frightened kitty.

"Where's the REAL woman?"

He growled lowly and stepped towards Puor.

"Uh... she's dead."

Vegeta froze in mid step.

"What?"

"She's been dead for 13 years."

He grasped the talking cat's neck and pulled it close to his face, eye to eye.

"You're lying."

His nostrils flared as he fought to control himself from ending the shape shifter's life before getting some answers.

"I'm not. She was killed as a child by some local thugs as she was taking a shortcut back to her house down an ally. I just happen to be near by when I saw this happen. As they disposed of her body, I took on her identity to live a life of luxury. You just happen to be a bonus later on."

Vegeta stood still and felt disgusted with all the things he did with 'Bulma' these past few months. He then raised his hand and lowered it on top of his head. His eyes became emotionless as he chuckled.

"Heh, like father like son."

The blue energy from his palm engulfed him and the prince of all Saiyans was no more. Puor floated there for some time, then her eyes lit up with an idea. She poofed into Vegeta and smirked evilly.

"Payback time, Oolong."

She then walked down the hall into the shadows with thoughts of revenge in store for the poor piggy.

Finally got another one done. Yippe! This one, I didn't really get inspired by anything, so if it's crappy, then it's all you mean people out there's fault! (sob) No ideas equalscrappy ideas. So there. Now, I'm off to go to an anime expo tomorrow because my so-called friends dragged me into it. XD I'm going as Android 18 since I already had similar clothes...and I'm poor...so, good choice I tell you! It would be kind of weird if I went as Vegeta... haha, cross dresser! XD Marvel at my manliness, simpletons! (thrusts hips forward into a poll) Owie! Who put that there? (reads sign) "No thrusting aloud... unless you have a permit." Damn, don't have one of those. Well, I'm off to get my permit, so I can embarrass my "friends" at the expo!