"Kakarot!  This is all your fault!"  Vegeta yelled, glancing side long at the running Saiyan.

            "What did I do?" He asked.

            "You flared up into a Super Saiyan in view of the public eye!  And this time for no good reason!" 

            "Well!  They wanted to take my ice cream away!"

            "I swear you're as bad as Buu!"  Vegeta retorted, ducking a pitchfork that had been launched his way.

            "Will you two quit this!"  Gohan yelled, "These guys are serious!  They have hated Gold Fighters ever since the Cell games!  They're going to tear us apart!"

            "Of course they are!"  Vegeta yelled, "Not to mention we have a being with a green face with us!"

            Piccolo gave Vegeta a Death Glare From Hellâ, "We need to elude pursuit.  When we turn the next corner, hide in the first alley you see."

            The four men turned and dashed into the dirty alley as fast as they could. 

            "I can't believe we're being hunted like animals!"  Vegeta scowled, "It's like were some sort of beasts!"

            "Well, you did try to destroy the world once, so I guess you qualify as a monster," Goku pointed out.

            "Quiet!"  The Namek hissed as the crowd rushed by.  Several men had pitchforks and torches, while the women carried flying pans and shot guns.  Within moments, the crowd of about fifty or so passed the entrance of the alley and moved on.

            "We're in the middle of a freaking city!  Why do they have torches and pitch forks?" the teenage Saiyan asked as they stepped tentivley into the street.

            "Who knows, a lynching mob usually manages to dig those up every time a monster comes by."  Goku said, "Hey, why are we so afraid of frying pans?"

            They all looked at each other, seeing if some one else had the answer.  They didn't.

            "Maybe it's the same reason we 'bond' with our mates."  Vegeta pointed out.

            "Yea, or the same reason I have to go to Capsule Corp. at least four times a month."  Gohan said.

            "And the same reason we get put in weird situations every day," Piccolo reminded.

            "Or the reason I say 'baka' every five minutes," Vegeta complained.

            "Or why I'm so stupid," Goku sighed.

            "Or why I always get bossed around," Gohan said.

            "I know!"  Vegeta exclaimed, "We're all being written about in some weird zone and they all make us in these situations!"

            The others thought about it, and then all four spoke, "Nah."

            "There they are!" 

            They all turned to see the mob rushing back in their direction, and ran away from the mob.

            "Dammit!"  Vegeta yelled, "Our clothes are too distinctive, we need something new to wear!" The Prince thought for a second, and pulled the others into a building.

            It was an apartment building that ran up several stories.  The heroes dashed into an unoccupied apartment and slammed the door shut.

            "It's a good thing the door was unlocked," Gohan said.

            "Yea," Vegeta conceded, "Now, every one, strip!"

            "Whoa! Vegeta, we're not like that," Goku said, raising up his hands as if to ward off a blow.

            "Not like that!  We need to change into some new clothes to avoid the crowd!  Take off your clothes and we'll just 'borrow' some of this persons wardrobe."

            The men took off there clothes and moved to the closet.

            "Now lets just see what we have," Vegeta said as he opened the door.

            All four stood in absolute horror as they gazed at the clothes.

            "Let me guess," Goku said, "This is a girls apartment…"

            The four stared at the assortment of dresses, blouses, and skirts that hung up, and then they turned to face Vegeta.

            "It's not like I knew this apartment would be occupied by a girl!"  He protested, "It doesn't matter.  This actually works better, because they are looking for four men, not four women."

            The three still gave him dubious looks.

            "It's either that or we brush through the halls butt naked looking for another apartment!"  Vegeta yelled, "Now! Get dressed!"

            They decided Vegeta was right and pulled out several articles of clothing, trying to find things that would fit.

            "Hey dad," Gohan called, "Remember about how we were talking about being forced into awkward situations?"

            "Yea, this sure fits the bill," His father returned.

            Piccolo picked up a bra and stared at it, "Where does this go?" He asked, a little embarrassed.

            "You moron!"  Vegeta yelled, "We're not putting on undergarments! Just clothes!"

            The Namek gave a sigh of relief and tossed the bra back.  The four finished dressing and looked each other over.

            "This isn't going to work," Piccolo said, "Your hair and my baldness and antennae are going to give us away."

            "Got it covered," Gohan said and pulled out four hats.

            "That will work for you two," Vegeta said, "But Kakarots and my hair is too long and pointy to wear a hat."

            Goku had been rummaging around the apartment while the others talked, more out of boredom then because he was trying to help.

            "Hey," He said, "What's this?"

            He was holding a spray can up to the light to inspect it, but wasn't having much luck finding anything out about it.

            "Kakarot!" Vegeta exclaimed, "You're a genius!"

            "I am?  Wow!  I'm a genius!  Thanks Vegeta!  Now I'm a gen…"

            "Will you shut up!  Give me that!"  The shorter Saiyan grabbed the can from Gokus hand and turned to the bathroom to use the mirror.

            "I'm a genius.  Wow!  A certified genius…"

            Vegeta walked out, "So.  What do you think?"

            His long pointy hair had been sprayed and brushed back so that it lay down his neck and almost to his back.

            "AHHH!"  Goku yelled, pointing at Vegeta, "It's the girl who owns the apartment!  She's caught us in the act!"

            "Very funny," Vegeta scowled, "So nice to have a friend in the audience, and your laughing so hard, but your next."

            Within minutes, the four made their way back out to the street.  Piccolo was wearing a long black skirt and a red blouse to help cover up his green skin.  A black hat that covered most of his scalp accessorized his head.  "If anyone asks," he said, "I'll just say I like to keep my hair very short."

            Goku was walking along in a blue dress with long sleeves, and no back.  His hair had been sprayed back and braided by Gohan.  No one asked how Gohan knew how to braid hair; the night was already too weird for them.  Flip-flops adorned his feet and he had completed the asamble with a pair of clip on earrings.

            Gohan had taken a similar style as Piccolo, but his skirt was purple and his blouse was white.  He had slipped on high heel shoes, a pair of small studs had been placed in his ears, and a hat covered his short hair.

            Vegeta wore a dress as well that touched his feet as he walked, it was yellow in color, but was sewn with a special fabric that made it change from orange to yellow dependant on the angle it was viewed at.  Long hoop earrings and high heels completed his outfit.

            "He took up more space describing our clothing then he did rewriting the Cell games," Vegeta complained about my handy work.

            "Hush," Goku said, "We have more important matters to discuses.  Like who looks best in women's clothes.  I vote for myself!"

            The others ignored him as the walked at a measured pace down the street.  No one turned a second glance at the four ugly women; no one wanted to be associated with them.

            "You know Vegeta?" Goku said, "That dress really sets off your eye's."

            "Shut up!"  The Prince yelled.

            "You could have chosen a short one too to show off your legs!"

            Instead of being pissed, the Prince crossed his arms and scowled.

            "What's the matter?"

            "Even short skirts touch my feet okay!  Lets hurry up so I can get out of these damn women's clothing!" He yelled a little too loudly.

            Several people turned at the noise, and suddenly they were under a little too much scrutiny for their own likings.  The opened the nearest door and rushed in.

            Pool tables took up most of the floor space and a jukebox played tunes from one wall.  The other wall was taken up by a counter with several people sat nursing drinks.  The four 'women' glanced around and quickly took a table.

            "Now what?" Gohan asked.

            "We wait until the crowd that hear us leaves and then we'll try to get out of here!"  Vegeta said.

            "How come ever sentence you say is ended in an exclamation point?" Goku asked the shorter Saiyan.

            "They are not!"  Quickly he looked back at his sentence, "Okay, maybe they are, but who cares!"

            Several drinks were slammed on the table in front of them.

            "What's this?" Piccolo asked, "We didn't order anything."

            "Four men at the end of the bar," The bartender said.

            The four turned to see a quartet of men all waving and smiling in there direction.

            "Great!"  Vegeta scowled, "I knew we shouldn't have tried to pull this off!"

            Before the others could remind him that they didn't think it would work, the four men from the bar came over and each took a spot by each warrior.

            "Hey there beautiful, how would you like… Ahh!"  He jumped back a pace as he saw Piccolo's pissed off face, "These women are ugly as hell!"

            His friends looked at him, and then took a closer look at the women they had selected.

            "Mine looks like a teenage boy!"

            "Mine looks like a friggin body builder!  Short too!"

            "I don't know what you guys are talking about," The fourth said, "Mine is very lovely."  He took Goku's hand and kissed the back of it.

            "Guy's! Help!"  He said, looking to the others for assistance.

            "As much as I hate to help you Kakarot, I want to kill someone for this hellish evening," The Prince jabbed an elbow into his male, then turned and kicked him in the chest.

            "Ahh!"  Another patron of the bar yelled, "I got a look up her dress!  And that woman is a man!"

            Within seconds, the four had beaten the entire population of the bar into a pulp, and as they were dusting off their hands, Piccolo spoke.

            "That little skirmish reminded me, we don't have to run from the mobs, we can just fly."

            "Oh yea," The other chimed in.

            "We'll then let's go!"  Vegeta yelled and blasted off into the air.

            "Hey!"  Piccolo yelled behind him, "Quit looking up my dress!"

            "Sorry," Goku said, and moved up beside him, "Hey guys, I just realized I can use instantaneous movement to get home.  I'll see you guy's later."

            "Hold on," Vegeta ordered, "This night is never going to be brought up again.  Is that clear?"

            "Like we'd want to remember it," Piccolo said.

            They all departed.

            Goku landed in his house, forgetting for the moment that he had searched out Chichi ki and landed right next to the woman.

            "Hi Goku, how are- AHH!  Why are you dressed like that! Oh no!  I've lost my husband to the other side!"

            "No, Chichi. It's not like that!"

            "I wasn't that great a wife! But to turn him gay!  Whaaaa!"