Groceries

"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called from the cereal aisle, waving a bag of Frost Flakes. "I thought you didn't do the grocery shopping?"

"Erm, yeah. I do." Bulma smiled uneasily. "So how are you, Go-I mean, Kakarett."

"Kakarett? I thought my name was Kakarott?"

"Uh, yeah. That's what I meant. I-er-hiccupped."

"It didn't sound like-"

"So, you didn't answer my question. How're you?"

"Doin' fine. I have no complaints. What about you?"

"Frustrated."

"You look it. There's a bruise on your forehead.

She rubbed the sore bump. "First I hit it off the stupid car, then I smacked it with my own hand. Gods, I'm an idiot!" Wearily, she put a hand on her hip.

Goku just nodded, confused half-smile on his lips, left eyebrow cocked. "Um. Are you and Bulma, like, changing places or something? You're acting like her, and she was acting like you. Called me Kakarott."

"No! Don't be an idiot! How could we trade places, I mean that's impossible!" She knew she was blabbing like that, but she had a habit of doing that when she was nervous. Geez, I sound like a moron! Why don't I just yell, 'hey, Vegeta and I switched bodies!' Still, at least I called him an idiot. Vegeta definitely does that a lot.

"Yeah…listen, I gotta go. Chichi is prolly at the check-out line, waiting for me. Spar later?"

"Er, sure." Damn it, I did it again! Stop it, Bulma! You don't know how to fight! But then again, if I declined, he will definitely know something is going on…I'm in a fix!

Goku grinned, eyes still dull with confusion, and left with a small wave. Bulma rubbed her aching head, and whimpered loudly. I just wanna sleep!

Vegeta parked the pink van into the garage, slid out the door, slammed it shut, and stomped to the empty space where his Corvette was. A growl was threatening to come out, and he didn't think he could subdue it. If that woman crashes, even scratches…I just hope she knows the risks.

"Mommy? What are you doin', just standing there?" Bulla asked, walking out of the garage, carrying the bags of shopping items she had obtained.

"Just wondering where that wo-I mean, where Vegeta went with the car. Hope he doesn't fucking scratch it." He clenched his hands into tight balls, cutting his palms with the annoyingly long nails.

"How come you're swearin' so much today? You're startin' to sound more and more like Daddy, I swear!" She skipped away, up the pathway, onto the front porch, and into the house, singing, "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow…"

Only about ten minutes later (which felt like an eternity to him), Bulma finally pulled in with the red car, still in prime condition. He nearly collapsed with relief. "I was worried you might have crashed my car," Vegeta growled through clenched teeth.

"Sorry! I had somewhere to go and you took my van."

"What was I supposed to do? Bulla was wondering why the hell I was about to take the Corvette, knowing full well, I would never let you drive, given the fact about your little accident last year."

"Give me a break. That TWO years ago, and it wasn't my fault. It was the truck's. You should've been more worried if I was alright."

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms across his chest, noticing it wasn't as easy with the breasts in the way. The pressure actually caused a little discomfort. How do women deal with this? "I'm cutting your hair."

"WHAT?!" She screamed. "Absolutely not! You cut my hair, and I will take a hammer to your precious Corvette!"

"Calm down!" He hissed, looking over at the window, where the kids were watching them from inside, eyes shining with curiosity and amusement. Annoying little snoops. "Did you stop at the lab?" He turned his back to them, so they couldn't read their lips, and he talked in a low whisper. "To check on what may or may not be happening to us." Why do I have the feeling she went to do something stupid, instead?

"No, I had to go grocery shopping. Help me carry them into the house, please?"

"Why? You have the power of a Saiyan Prince at your finger tips. Do it yourself. I'm just a dainty little woman." Smirking, he turned his back and entered the house.

Ugh. Such an annoying jerk! You'd think him being a woman and all, he'd be a little nicer! But noooo! God forbid! Mumbling to herself, Bulma lifted the sacks of groceries from the back of the car, kicked the door shut (purposely leaving a smudge behind on the gleaming coat) and sauntered down the walk.

As annoyed as she was, she did notice a few things. First off, her strength, which had been that of a normal Earthling woman, perhaps a tad less, had definitely improved. She was carrying three heavy paper bags, and they felt like carrying pillows. Also, she noticed her eyesight was a thousand times better, she had never seen the world around her so clear before. So. It seems I have his abilities. Interesting.

Using her bottom, she nudged the door open and stepped inside, walking to the kitchen and setting the bags on the table. Vegeta was staring out the window, looking peeved off, as would any man in his situation.

"Boo hoo. Like sucks. Help me with the groceries…woman," Bulma added, grinning when he made a face at her. His shut-the-hell-up face.

"No."

"Don't talk back to me like that, Missy! Isn't the wifey supposed to do what hubbie says?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip.

"You never did."

"But you always brought that rule up, didn't you? Now you know how I felt when you said it. So HA! Take that, Mr. Snooty." She started to put away the goods into the cupboards and in the fridge.

Vegeta growled, but kept his composure. "Oh hell. I'll just ask. Why the hell did you think it was more important to stop for groceries instead of going to the goddamn lab?" He asked, rubbing his forehead, trying to ease the migraine pounding his skull like a jackhammer.

"Because we need food, and the lab is closed on Saturdays. Dad is Jewish, after all. Needs to go to Temple."

"I didn't know your father was Jewish. What are you, then?"

"Whatever religion believes in the freakish Gods called Kais." She handed him a can of beer. "Here, I got your favorite brand."

"You got this at the supermarket?"

"No, I stopped at the liquor store on the way here. So you could at least be a little mellowed down the rest of the night, and I wouldn't have to listen to your bitching."

The prince grinned, cracked open the can, and took a sip. "You know me too well."

As if on cue, the kids popped in, saw their mother drinking the beer, exchanged confused glances, then looked back up. "Mom, since when did you start drinking beer?"

"When your father starting driving me crazy." He walked out, still sipping, but Bulma could hear a little chuckle as she grunted angrily.