A/N: I wonder how the first part was...I swear to god, I'm going to have Mr. Popo dreams and it'll all be because of this...so if you enjoy it, let me know, so that at least something good does come out.
Now, I have two endings in mind...let's see what works out.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT/AF or any of the characters...if I did, I would've given all of the second generation characters love interests other than each other, like with Videl and Gohan. That's a cute couple! ^^
The day Mr. Popo got bored
Part 2
She'd never thought the day would come when she'd have to say something like what she's said to Goten.
She had taken a deep breath. "Goten," she'd said, "Meet your dad."
No reaction. He hadn't screamed, laughed, yelled bloody murder, gone crazy, robbed a bank...nothing. He just sighed and asked, "What happened?"
Bulma'd wanted to rob a bank.
So, she sat there and explained everything to him while he drank tea the dog had poured—she refused to touch the stuff—as calmly as the queen of...wherever. He was supremely calm, which made her believe he'd exchanged bodies with...
Honestly, she knew no one who would've been calm at knowing their father was a komodo dragon.
Hell, her father was her husband, but whether it was an improvement from being a giant lizard, she didn't know.
"So, you want me to go dragon ball hunting with...Bra/Trunks?" Goten asked as he popped in a cake the dog had put on the table.
"Goten...don't eat that."
"Why? It's food."
And that pretty much summed up the appetite of the Son family. Or any other Saiyan family, including her mismatched own.
"Well, I'll go with Bra/Trunks...I don't think the other one wants to go."
Bulma shook her head. "I'm keeping them at home. Do hurry."
Goten nodded, and called out for Trunks. Trunks in Bra's body arrived, wearing the usual open jacket and vest that clearly showed the ample curve of Bra's breasts.
Goten stared, then looked away, blushing. "Um, buddy, how about you wear a...breast supportive-thingy?"
Bulma nearly spluttered on her own spit. She knew this day would be tough—asking her daughter to wear a bra.
But, honestly, she didn't think it'd be this hilarious.
Trunks/Bra blushed, and pushed the glasses up. "Let's just go. See you, mother."
"Bye, Bulma." And both of them took off from the window.
Bulma sat back and sighed when she heard, "Wife!"
"Would you just shut up?" she yelled back.
"I want you to fulfill my needs!"
Oh no. This was not happening. This was not fucking happening.
She just did not hear her husband say that. In her dad's voice.
And then she said something she'd never thought she'd tell her dad's body—
"Go shag!"
"What is this 'shag'?"
Oh fuck. She just needed to go deaf now, and the world would be better.
But unfortunately, she heard someone creep in, and when she opened her eyes, she found Goku staring at her, his face just inches off hers. He leaned in, and ran his tongue over her face.
That was it.
She kneed Goku/Tickle and he rolled off, clutching his groin. A sayian's body might be made of iron, but, as Bulma knew by experience, his balls were not. As she walked, her eyes fell on a videocam.
Her turquoise eyes gleamed.
Let the fun begin.
"Umm, dude?"
"Yeah, Goten?"
"Your boobs are squishing into my arm."
"...They are?"
"I'm a guy, so...but your sister'll kill me. Or your dad might. Or both of them might."
"I'd kill you first, but my sister has no stamina...This is sad."
Goten looked away. He thought different.
Goten landed, a tired Bra/Trunks on his arm. The day was so many different shades of fucked up Trunks couldn't even begin to imagine. Trunks reached out to scratch his crotch, but the thought of doing that in his sister's body...
The day was really screwed.
They walked over to where everyone had been assembled and paired up—Dr. Briefs and Vegeta, Bra and Trunks, the dog and Mrs. Briefs, Goku and Twinkle, and Krillin and the flamingo, who were eying each other dubiously. Goten stood next to Bulma, and assembled all the seven dragon balls, and stood back. "Rise, Shenron!"
The sky went black, and the balls started glowing (That sounds wrong on so many levels) and the dragon rose. Honestly, they'd done this so many times Bulma wanted to yawn. But, the dragon could inhale her in one breath, much less eat her up, and she didn't want to appear as a spoiled, stuck up, disrespectful woman.
"You have summoned me. Ask me your wish."
Bulma looked up at the green dragon, and explained what was going on. (Read Summary) Finally, she said, "O Shenron, can you reverse this phenomenon?"
The dragon's red eyes didn't glow, to Bulma's surprise. "I cannot grant that wish. This phenomenon is produced by a power greater than mine."
"Can you summon this creature here?" Bulma asked.
The dragon's eyes glowed, and pop! came a black genie with big eyes and red lips.
"Mr Popo?" Bulma squeaked. "You did this?"
"Hi," Mr Popo said. A shudder ran through her at the sound of his voice.
"Hello, Mr. Popo. Why did you do this?"
Mr Popo drilled his ear, then flicked the black wax off his black finger. "I was bored. I am bored. I do things when I'm bored."
Bulma was in no mood or shape to argue with anyone. Her mind worked fast. "I'll give you a Rubix cube."
"I made the bastard who thought of the Rubix cube."
Bulma thought. "I'll give you the komodo dragon, that damn flamingo, the dog and an extra something if you reverse what you've done with them. But first your end."
"First the extra something."
Bulma swung over the videocam, and everyone gasped—even the damn flamingo. Mr. Popo looked at the videocam and nodded. He clicked his fingers.
There was only one way to confirm. "Oi, Vegeta, what colour panties was I wearing yesterday?"
Vegeta grinned wickedly. "Black. I incinerated them. Plus, I"—
"Okay, dad, information overload," Bra said, waving at Vegeta to shut his mouth.
Goku crawled up to Bulma. "You won't really cut my tongue out, will you?"
"Hmm...I don't know. You did lick my face"—
"Kakarott, you're fucked!" And her husband pounced on her best friend who, thankfully, wasn't a komodo dragon anymore. Krillin walked around them, holding his head. "I hope Vegeta doesn't punch him in the teeth...look at the number he's done to my forehead! Eighteen's going to kill me!"
"More like laugh at you," Goten smirked.
"Krillin, you just got owned," Trunks added, and Krillin glared at them, but couldn't sustain it for long. He just always got owned. It wasn't fair.
Life was better as a flamingo.
"Well, flamingo, lizard, dog—all yours," Bulma said, turning to Mr. Popo.
But he was gone.
Vegeta got off Goku, having beaten him up to his satisfaction. "Wife!"
"Yes, dumbass."
"What is 'shag'?"
Bulma snorted. "Wouldn't I like to teach you?"
And they all walked back into the house, not touching each other, except for Bulma and Vegeta.
But it wasn't hands they were holding.
Mr. Popo let out a small sigh.
He was bored.
The lizard had been skillfully tortured and skinned, the flamingo converted into pillow fluff, and the dog...the dog was alright. It could serve him tea and cupcakes, so he kept the dog.
He sat back, and drew a small circle, revealing the see-through portal.
Time to have some fun.
A/N: Big question: Had Mrs. Briefs and the dog exchanged places? ehehehe...you tell me.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Tell me if you want me to continue this, and maybe...who knows? I might get a hilarious dream sometime soon, and...ideas always help, though. So, do let me know what you think Mr. Popo does when he's bored.
I hope you enjoyed my first crack DBZ fanfic...let me know what you think. Reviews make me happy!
R. K. Iris.