Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 7

Goku groaned softly and rubbed his cheek on the top of his wife's head. Without opening his eyes, he ran his fingers through that fine silky black hair, shivering slightly as the black strands slipped tangle free through his fingers. He felt Chi-Chi shift, moving her head from his shoulder to his chest, sighing into his muscular neck.

"We really should get up," said Goku opening his eyes to stare at the leafy branches above them.

Chi-Chi’s eyebrows forked down and she tightened her grip around his waist. "Too comfortable," she muttered against him.

Goku laughed softly. "Thought that was usually my line," he said trying to sit up. Chi-Chi's brows forked down farther and she tightened her hold and prevented him from sitting up.

"Hey, Chi-Chi—" said Goku lifting his head and flopping back down when he failed to raise. "Let me up!"

"Nope, don't think so," said Chi-Chi.

"Come on Chi-Chi, my back and butt are getting sore from sleeping on the ground," complained Goku once again trying to get up. He frowned as Chi-Chi continued to hold him pinned. Of course, he could overpower her if he really wanted to, but that won't be half as fun as what he now had in mind. Goku raised up his hand and brushed them along Chi-Chi's sides. She squirmed and the corners of her mouth threaten to move up in a quick grin. A boyish grin spread on Goku's face as his hands began moving all along Chi-Chi's sides. He watched as the woman squirmed a bit, trying not to laugh, but soon she was wiggling into his chest. Goku's grin turned from boyish to slightly devilish and he mercilessly began tickling his wife. Soon Chi-Chi was laughing so hard she roll right off the saiya-jin.

"Well, now you're awake," said Goku grinning at her. He reached over to grab his white button up shirt and slid it over his shoulders.

"Oh, is that how you want to play it?" asked Chi-Chi and before the saiya-jin could respond, she had pounced on top of him, her slender hands moving all along his form.

"No! He, he, he! Stop! Ha, ha, ha. No fair... Ha, ha, you know all my ticklish spots!" laughed the saiya-jin trying to fend her off.

Chi-Chi laughed with him, but didn't stop her onslaught. Laughter rang throughout the forest, greeting the morning sun that was just starting to climb the sky.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Trunks sat up and yawned. He glanced to his right and left and sighed deeply.

"You're still here," said all three at once.

"Well, it's not surprising since the wishes were made around noon. It’s still early morning," said one Trunks looking at the clock.

They all yawned again, then sat up.

"Wonder how mom and dad are doing?" said one moving to get dressed.

"They're probably fighting as we speak," said another running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, this place is going to be so happy when they wake up," said another.

All three shivered.

"I can't believe mom went ape on us."

"I'm afraid to look at the newspaper, let alone the tabloids, after this."

The three got dressed and walked to the kitchen. All three could only stare in shock as a whistling Bulma stood over the stove in an apron, sweat pants, and a pair of bunny slippers.

"Oh! Good morning Trunks!" shouted the saiya-jin in a very cheerful voice. He cracked some eggs with only one hand and began making some omelets.

"Umm..." said all three. "Good.... Morning."

"Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Aren't you concerned about last night?"

"Where's dad?"

All three looked around for the human woman that was their father.

"Gee, one at a time. I'm in a good mood ‘because’ of your father and I'm not concerned, she'll wake up sooner or later." Bulma had a wicked grin on his face.

All three Trunks blushed. "That's not what we were asking!"

"Mom, don't you remember?"

"Last night, full moon?"

"Going out for a midnight stroll?"

"Hmmm?" said Bulma. He brought his hand up to his chin in thought. All three waited for an answer. "Oh! Sorry about that. It really must have been inconvenient for you."

"Inconvenient!" shouted all three. "It was more than inconvenient for us!"

"Gee, sorry! I just wanted to spend some time alone with your father, is that too much to ask?"

"Mom, you could have killed dad last night!" shouted one of the Trunks.

"Oh, I was careful. Chi-Chi taught me how to control my powers; I only roughed your father up a bit. And, I really don't think this is the kind of subject to talk about the morning after with you son—er, sons."

The three's mouths hung open. "Then when are we supposed to talk about it! And just what did Chi-Chi teach you?!"

Bulma sighed. "I thought you already knew about this stuff, Trunks." He waved a hand at the confused three. "Sit down." They complied. "Now there comes a time in everyone’s life when they start feeling different about certain people."

The three blinked in confusion…what was he talking about?

"You see, Trunks, when a man and a woman really love each other, they show it in a more intimate way."

"Uh?" said all three.

Bulma sighed. "It's call sex, Trunks. I know that you now have very strong feelings for Pan and I personally thing you two, er…whatever…should really wait till you're older, but if you feel you're mature enough, then you do what you think is best. Just make sure you're prepared."

"W-what?!" stammered the three, at a total loss for how this subject had come up. "That's not what we where talking about!" shouted the three.

"Oh? I thought you guys were mad because I kicked you out of the house last night when your father and me were umm.... fooling around. If that's not the case, what are we talking about?" asked a confused Bulma.

"Umm... nothing," said the three and hurried out of the kitchen.

"Ahhhhhh, did mom just try to give us ‘the talk’!?!" shouted one as soon as they were out of hearing rang.

"Is it possible mom could have completely forgotten about going Oozaru last night?!"

"Oh, I don't even want to think about what mom thought we were saying," groaned one of the Trunks.

"He must have noticed his tail was gone."

"Maybe not, I mean, mom’s more used to not having one than having one, know what I mean?"

Bulma walked past them with a newspaper in her hands. "I can't believe the news these days. Can't they ever report any thing real?! Look at this, Trunks—Super Woman vs. King Kong. I mean, give me a break that’s the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Only a moron would believe something like that," said Bulma. He folded the newspaper and looked at the three who had the strangest look on their faces, like he'd turned purple or something. "Did I say something wrong?"

"NO!" shouted all three.

Bulma blinked in confusion. Boy they were acting strange this morning. Bulma shrugged. "Breakfast is ready. Go help yourselves," said Bulma unfolding his paper and heading over to the couch to read. "Strange boys," he muttered softly under his breath.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Marron rubbed her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. Pan was talking a shower and Marron wasn’t sure where Bra was at the moment; that wasn’t a good sign.

"Good morning, wonder girl," said Juuhachi in an amused voice as she passed Marron a cup of hot coffee in one hand.

Marron was going to say some thing back to her mother, when Bra came bouncing up to her.

"Marron! Marron! Guess what?! You made front page!" shouted the demi-saiya-jin girl shoving a newspaper into Marron’s face.

Marron’s eyes nearly fell out of her head as she gripped the newspaper with both hands. There she was on the front page of the morning paper, a ki disk twirling above her head, and a giant Oozaru rampaging in front of her.

"A mysterious creature appeared in Satan City last night and attacked local police. The creature then climbed the Satan tower and was wreaking havoc when a mysterious woman in a super woman’s outfit appeared. After releasing some kind of blast at the creature, it disappeared with out a trace…—BRA!" roared Marron, turning to glare at the smiling demi-saiya-jin girl.

"Isn’t this great, Marron? You’re a super hero!" said Bra clasping her hands together and sighing. "Can I have your autograph?"

"B-R-A-!" shouted Marron, her ki blazing around her. She had an almost demonic and very scary look on her pretty face. "Come here," she said stalking towards the demi-saiya-jin girl.

"Um...." Bra laughed nervously and took a step back. "What’s wrong, Marron? You’re not mad, are you...right?"

Marron raised her hands as if to strangle Bra.

"Ahhhhhhh!" shouted Bra and ran into the kitchen, an angry human girl hot on her heels.

"I’m sorrrrryyyyy!" shouted Bra running around the kitchen table, which Krillin sat at sipping coffee and reading a magazine. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

"I’ll show you sorry!!!" roared Marron. "Come here!"

"Waughhhhh!" shouted Bra running out of the kitchen. "Pan! Save me!"

In the kitchen, Krillin smiled. "Those two are such good friends," he said before taking another drink of his coffee.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten rolled over on his back and slowly opened his eyes. He sat up and yawned loudly, scratching his leg as he swung them off the bed. A radiant smile crossed his face and he ran over to the calendar and looked at the date.

"Yah! Today is the day! Soon I’ll just be a normal high school student again! No more hordes of girls! No more photo clubs! No more gay shower scenes!" The demi-saiya-jin wiped a joyful tear out of his eye.

"But, right now all I want is a big breakfast. Hmmm, wonder what mom’s making today?" Goten licked his chops and in a blur got dressed.

"Mom!" called Goten as he descended the stairs. "What’s for breakfast?"

An unusually silence filled the house, and Goten strained to hear an asker ((Nani??)), or at least some signs of life. "Mom?!" he called again, reaching the bottom of the stairs. He sniffed the air and got... nothing. "MOM!" he called again entering the kitchen looking all around for the black haired woman.

"Mom!" He called going down the hall to his parents’ room. "Mom," he called in their bedroom. "Mom?!" in their bathroom. Goten ran throughout the house hollering for his mother, really starting to worry that she wasn’t there, and worst yet, had forgotten to make him breakfast.

Goten walked back into the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face, scratching his cheek, wondering where his mother was, and why she had broken her schedule. His stomach growled, angry with him, demanding attention. Goten whimpered. "Mom!" he called in a panicked voice. "What am I supposed to do? She’s not here."

Goten’s eyes wandered over to the stove. "Well, I’ll just have to make my own breakfast." He shrugged. "How hard could that be?" He walked over to the stove and put on his mother’s frilly apron. "I’ll just whip myself up something."

Goten frowned as he looked at the row upon row of cookbooks along the kitchen wall. "Where do I start? I knew I should have taken Home Ed." Goten scratched his head and began looking at the rows of book. "Wedding cakes, 101 different ways to make bread, chocolate lovers cook book, hmmm, chocolate (drool)…" Goten slapped himself lightly on the cheek. "Not a very good thing to eat for breakfast. Lets see, If Yan Can Cook, You Can Cook Too, Martha Steward, Christmas dishes, Chinese dishes, Mexican, Seafood, ahhh! Here we go!" said Goten, pulling out a book. It was titled, Cookbook for Dummies.

Feeling like a master chef, Goten began looking through the cook book for a dish that looked like a breakfast dish; lucky for him, this cook book was full of pictures. "Ahhh here we go! French toast, I should be able to make French toast. Oui, oui, I am zee master Chef am I not? Hon Hon hon," said Goten in a bad impression of a French accent. He cracked his knuckles as he looked at the recipe. "Now, let’s see... this recipe says it serves four... that’s not going to be enough," said the demi-saiya-jin tapping the side of his face with one finger. "I’ll have to double it, no, triple it... hmmm, maybe I should quadruple it…?" Yah, he was pretty hungry this morning, so he decided to quadruple it.

Goten began gathering this ingredients. "Some eggs, milk, sugar, hmmm, nutmeg? What’s nutmeg?" Goten began looking all around for some nutmeg. "I could only find these walnuts, I wonder if it’ll make much of a difference." The demi-saiya-jin paused in thought and looked at the bag of nuts he’d found. "Oh well, nuts are nuts," said Goten. Goten gathered the rest of his ingredients, having to improvise every now and then.

"Now, let’s see, it says to use 4 eggs and I need four times more so I need.... 16 eggs." Goten began cracking eggs into a bowl. He tried cracking them with one hand like he’d see his mom and fancy chefs on TV do, but only ended up getting egg shells in the bowl. "Okay, it says to use half a cup of sugar." Goten got out a drinking glass and filled it up with sugar. He poured it in, and added a second glass full. "Hmmm," said Goten, sticking his finger in the bag of sugar and licking off the sugar crystals that came out stuck to his finger. He grinned and added some more sugar. Goten continued to add the ingredients, making quite a mess in the process. Once he was done he looked at the thick, slightly chunky mixture.

"Hmmm, it doesn’t look much like when mom does it." He looked at the book again. "I guess it must be a different recipe from what she normally makes."

Goten then got out a couple dozen slices of bread and stared soaking them in the mixture. He then turned towards the stove. He got out a large skillet and put it on top of the stove, then looked at he knobs in front of the stove. "Hmmm, let’s see, we turn it from off to on." Goten frowned as the stove made a quick clicking noise but no fire started under the skillet. He waited several minutes, but no fire started.

"Hey, stupid stove! Work, will you?!" shouted Goten at the stove. "Hmm, maybe I need to light it…?"

Goten leaned forward and peered under the skillet. His sensitive saiya-jin nose was picking up a heavy and not very pleasant odor coming from the stove. Goten channeled a small amount of ki into his finger and stuck it under the skillet.

BOOM!

Goten drew back his blackened face and coughed, waving his hand in front of it to try and clear the black smoke out from this eyes.

There was a loud ‘THUD’ as the skillet, which had been flung in the air from the explosion, landed right on poor Goten’s head.

"Ouch!" hollered Goten. "I didn’t know cooking was so dangerous," whined the demi-saiya-jin rubbing the tennis ball size lump on his head.

Goten was at least pleased to see that the fire was going on the stove. He picked up the skillet from where it had landed after hitting him on the head and looked with shock at the large dent in the middle of it.

"Um.... I wonder if it still works," said Goten. He shrugged his shoulders and put the skillet back down on the stove. He then placed several of the bread slices on the skillet and waited for them to cook.

Once he’d cooked them all, he frowned a little at his strange stack of French toast. Some of the slices were pale, others near black, some were brown, and a few looked a little purple or green.

Goten set a place at the table and sat down with the stack in front of him. "Well, here goes nothing…," said Goten. He cut a big bite with his knife and fork and brought it up to his mouth. Goten chewed slowly and swallowed.

Three seconds passed before the demi-saiya-jin dropped his knife and fork, which clanged loudly on the floor. His face turned red, then purple, and last blue, before he fell backwards in this chair and crashed to the floor.

The kitchen’s walls suddenly seem to wave back and forth, as if they were sheets blowing in the wind. Different kitchen objects came to life and began moving about the kitchen. Little fairies and elves popped out of their hiding places and began to sing and dance with the kitchen objects.

Goten’s eye widened and he sat up. He couldn’t help but laugh at the funny little people and was soon dancing and singing with them.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Master Roshi parked his car and jumped out along with the little pig Oolong.

"Are you sure about this, Master Roshi? I mean, Bulma fried our bacon last time we messed with Vegeta."

"Oh, I’m sure I can get past Bulma. Besides, this is the last day Vegeta’s going to be female. If we don’t do it now we’ll never get a second chance."

"Yah, but are you sure about this ultra blond powder of yours? I’ve never heard of the stuff."

"That’s because only a few know how to make it."

"But, if you know how to make it why haven’t you ever used it before, like on Bulma, Chi-Chi, or Juuhachi?"

"Actually, I don’t know how to make the stuff. This is an old batch that I found while cleaning a few days back. It’s as if Kami himself was saying, ‘Use it you’ll never get this chance again!’." The old pervert looked fondly at the little bag of powder.

"I doubt Dende would tell you to do any such thing," said Oolong. "He’s got more sense then that to mess with Vegeta’s head."

"Ahh, don’t be such a spoil sport," said Roshi.

"But, still if you’ve never used it before, how do you know it works?" asked Oolong looking at the small bag. "It could have some really strange side effects or not work at all."

"Oh, it’ll work. I got this from a fellow master, he guaranteed me that it would make any girl act like the most ditziest of blondes," said Roshi tossing the bag a bit. "For the life of me I don’t know how I could have forgotten where I put such a treasure, I would have used it years ago if I’d remembered about it."

"Well, how are we going to get this stuff on Vegeta?"

"That’s simple, all we have to do it toss it on her, preferably when Bulma’s not looking."

"Bulma’s bound to smell something fishy when we show up at his house for no reason," said the pig.

"Oh, don’t worry, I’ve already though it all out," said Roshi.

The two perverts walked up the front door of Capsule Corps and rang the doorbell. Moments later, Bulma answered it. He frowned as he saw just who had come for a visit.

"And, just what do you two want?" demanded Bulma standing with hands on hips in the doorway.

"Oh, Bulma! How are you this morning?" asked Roshi.

"It was starting out to be a good morning," Bulma glared hard at the two.

"Well, you see, I heard that your place got a little messed up last night, so I thought I’d invite everyone over to my place instead for when the wishes wear off."

"Oh," said Bulma a little shocked that he would be so thoughtful. "Thank you, that’s rather nice of you, Roshi." Bulma moved out from the doorway to let them pass. "How did you know about my place being messed up? I only this morning found out, part of my bedroom wall is gone."

Roshi laughed. "I have my sources, word travels fast around here."

Bulma lead them to the kitchen. "You two wait here, I’ll got tell Trunks and inform the others."

Once he was gone…

"Roshi, did I ever tell you you’re a genius?" asked Oolong.

The old pervert laughed again. "When you get to be as old as me you learn a trick or two. Now, then where is Vegeta?" they both looked around but didn’t see any signs of the ex-saiya-jin princess. Master Roshi cast out this sixth sense and felt around for the human’s ki. A very wide and very wicked smile graced his lips.

"Well?" asked Oolong in an impatient voice.

"She’s upstairs and by the feel of it I’d say she’s still in bed. You wait here, I’m going to give Mrs. Vegeta a powder."

"Oh, no you don’t! Not without me you’re not!" shouted Oolong grabbing a hold of Roshi.

"If we both go, Bulma’s bound to notice," hissed Roshi trying to pry Oolong off.

"Then give it to me, I’ll do the job. There’s no why I’m letting you have all the fun with a totally sexy bubble head female Vegeta!"

"Shhhhhhh! Not so loud," said Roshi looking in the direction Bulma had gone. "We go together, but we have to hurry."

Both perverts snuck up stairs. It wasn’t long before they came across the still sleeping human female in one of the extra guestrooms.

"All right, here goes," said Roshi undoing the drawstring of the bag.

"Hurry up, I think she’s naked under this sheet…!" said Oolong taking a hold of the said sheet and starting to lift it.

"Ahhhh HAH!!!" shouted a voice from the door.

Oolong and Roshi were so shocked that they fell over themselves. The little pouch that had contained the Ultra blond powder fell right on the now waking up saiya-jin princess.

"Just what do you two perverts think you’re doing in here!" shouted Bulma. "I knew you two couldn’t be trusted!" Bulma cracked his knuckles as he advanced towards the two.

"Achooo!"

Everyone turned to see a figure completely covered in white powder rubbing her nose.

"What are you doing to my husband!?" shouted Bulma. "She’s not a shack n’ back, grrrrrr!" Bulma turned her cold glare back to the two.

"Oh my," said Vegeta in a far too cutesy voice. "I’m all covered in powder." The ex-saiya-jin shook her head and everyone gasped as the powder left to reveal Vegeta’s now blond hair.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" shouted Bulma looming over the two perverts. "Why is Vegeta’s hair suddenly blond?! She couldn’t possible be a super saiya-jin!"

"Ha, ha, ha, calm down Bulma. *Gulp* the effects aren’t permanent, really," said Roshi backing up. "It’ll wear off in a couple of hours."

"What the hell is that stuff?!" growled Bulma grabbing Roshi by the front of his shirt.

"Umm.... Ultra blond powder," Roshi said in a weak voice.

"What!?" shouted Bulma. He turned to look at a now giggling Vegeta.

"You guys are sooooo silly," giggled the blond.

Bulma’s mouth must have dropped to the floor.

"I think it worked," said Oolong. "Hmmm, I wonder if her hair turned blond everywhere…" the pig’s hand moved to lift the sheet again.

"You perverts!" shouted Bulma grabbing a hold of both of them and throwing them through the door. He ran over to Vegeta. "Oh, Kami, are you okay, Vegeta? Please don’t be mad."

Vegeta giggled again and reached up to pet Bulma’s navy black hair. Bulma blinked in shock.

"Ohhhhh, your hair is so cool!" shouted Vegeta running her finger through the thick mane. Bulma couldn’t help but relax as the slender fingers ran through his hair. He almost had the strongest urge to thump this leg repeatedly on the ground, like a dog that’s being scratched in just the right spot. Bulma didn’t even know he was purring loudly.

"Oh, you’re just like a big puppy dog!" shouted the ex-saiya-jin rubbing harder.

Bulma panted, beginning to be turned on by his now ditzy blond mate, when his eyes opened a crack to see Roshi and Oolong drooling while watching them.

The saiya-jin growled at them and freed him self from those teasing hands. "What are you looking at, you perverts?!"

Both gulped and ran down the hall.

"I’m going to have to beat the stuffing out of them. Damn and I already told Bra to meet us at Roshi’s place." He turned to look back at his mate.

"We’re going to the beach?! Yah!" shouted the blond jumping up completely naked. "What’ll I wear?!"

Bulma’s mouth hit the floor again at the site of a very naked, very hyper, very cute, and very blond Vegeta.

"Ahh, naughty, naughty!" said Vegeta in a cute high-pitched voice, shaking a finger at Bulma. "Bad puppy, you wait outside for me, ne?"

Bulma couldn’t even think as the blond grabbed his hand and lead him to the door.

"I’ll be out soon!" she called in an excited voice, then shut the door.

Bulma stared at the door a long time after Vegeta had shut it. "I... don’t believe... this," said the still stunned saiya-jin. "My mate is a beach blond.... I’ve never seen him this out of character."

Bulma didn’t know how to think about this new development. "Just how long is this Ultra blond powder going to last?" he wondered out loud as he went down the hall.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan put down the phone. He’d just gotten off the line with Bulma.

"Who was that?" asked Videl walking into the kitchen.

"Bulma, we’re all going to meet at Roshi’s house instead of Bulma’s. It seem he doesn’t remember anything about what happened last night."

"Well I guess that’s for the best," she smiled walked up to him and rubbed his bald green head. "Looks like you’ll be back to normal soon. Although, I was starting to get used to it."

Gohan snorted and grabbed her hand. "I’d rather be just a half alien monkey, then a full alien Namek sei-jin. I’m really starting to miss the taste of food."

Videl laughed. "Then we’ll have to have a barbecue to celebrate, now won’t we?"

Gohan licked his lips. "There’s other things I miss the taste of, too," he said winking at her.

"Oh really? Then maybe we’ll have to do a little private celebrating later?" she walked around him and slapped his rear as she passed. "Go get ready."

"Yes mamma!" said Gohan marching off to his closet to get changed.

"Videl?!" he called through the walls at her.

"Yes?"

"Do I have any other swimsuit then this green one?"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma frowned he couldn’t get a hold of the Goku, Chi-Chi, and Goten. No one was picking up. "Surely someone must be home," muttered Bulma to himself.

All three Trunks chose that moment to enter the kitchen. "Hey mom, we’re going over to Marron’s to pick up Bra, Marron, and Pan."

"Oh, in that case can you stop by Goku’s?"

"Sure, I guess, why?"

"I haven’t been able to get a hold of them to tell them about the change in meeting places."

"Oh, okay. I’ll tell them," promised the three. They turned and left.

Bulma walked upstairs, hoping to see a black haired Vegeta, but was greeted by a perky blond.

"Hi darling!" shouted Vegeta jumping on him.

"V-Vegeta!" stammered Bulma as the blonde pressed her full form against him. Bulma felt his blood run hot.

"Are you ready to go?" asked the blond drawing little circles on his chest.

"Huhhhh...." said Bulma, his eyes getting wider.

"To the beach, silly," teased Vegeta. "You remember, right?"

Bulma could only nod.

"Good, let’s go!" shouted the blond skipping down the hall.

Bulma couldn’t tear his eyes off the hypnotizing sway of that female form.

"Great, bed her once, and now all I can think about is doing it again." Bulma licked her suddenly dry lips. "I wonder what a blonde’s like…they do say they have more fun."

Bulma shook his head. "I’m turning into a pervert! Kami, what am I going to tell the others at Roshi’s? That’s Vegeta missed training and going super saiya-jin so much that she dyed her hair? Nah, that won’t work. The strange behavior will be a dead give away." Bulma groaned. "Why does my life have to be so damn complicated?"

Bulma disappeared into his room and got dressed into a pair of purple shorts and a white tank top. He found Vegeta waiting for him outside.

"Darling!" shouted the blond and jumped right into Bulma’s arms. "Let’s go, ne?"

"Okay, let’s get in the air car."

The blond nodded and skipped over to the red air car. Bulma couldn’t help, but taking in the full picture. Vegeta wore tong sandals that made a flop noise with each step, a pink tube top, and a pair of hip hugging cargo pants that cut off just below the knees. He had to admit the ex-saiya-jin looked hot.

"Darling!" waved Vegeta from the passenger site. "Let’s go!"

"Um—yes," said Bulma running over and jumping into the driver’s seat.

"Can we go to town first?" asked the blond cuddling up to his side.

"Um.... Vegeta, you’re going to kill me when you start thinking straight…" Bulma mumbled under his breath.

"What did you say, darling?"

"Um, nothing. If you want we can go."

"Yah! You’re the best darling."

Bulma laughed nervously as the blond plastered herself to his side. "This is no longer my husband," he told the sky. He looked down at the cute blond cuddling his side and couldn’t help but smile a little. It was kind of nice to see Vegeta so affectionate. Very weird, but still kind of nice. I should enjoy myself while it lasts, thought Bulma and snuck his arm around the blonde's shoulders. Besides…a wicked grin crossed his face. This might be interesting, to say the least.

"All right, let’s go," Bulma smiled as an idea came to mind. Bulma, Vegeta is going to kill you when this is over, but he didn’t mind at the moment. "How about I buy you an ice cream?"

"Ahhhhh I love you!" shouted the blond squeezing tighter. Bulma laughed. Oh yah, this was going to be fun, very weird, but fun.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Super woman!" laughed Pan as she, Marron, Bra, and all three Trunks drove towards Goku’s house.

"It’s not funny!" shouted Marron from her place in the passenger’s seat.

"Yes, it is!" laughed Pan. "I didn’t even think about you wearing that outfit last night. Oh my Kami, that’s so priceless!"

"Shut up!" shouted Marron glaring daggers at Pan, who was sitting between two of the Trunks.

Pan giggled, but after a few minutes managed to get her self under control.

"So bro, mom doesn’t remember anything about last night?" asked Bra.

"Oh, he remembers part of it very well," said one Trunks crossing his arms, looking very much like Vegeta.

Bra raised an eyebrow at him. "What about dad? How did she take it?"

"Don’t know," shrugged one Trunks.

"She wasn’t up yet when we were there."

"I bet your parents are going to be fighting the whole time at Roshi’s," said Marron.

All three Trunks and Bra sighed in unison. "Probably."

"It’s take some kind of miracle for them not to be," said one Trunks.

They pulled up at the Son’s residence.

"Do you think they’re home?" asked Bra.

"Only one way to find out," said Marron walking start to the front door. The others followed close behind. Marron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Maybe they're not home," said Pan.

Marron turned the doorknob. It easily swung open. "The door’s not locked, someone must be home." Without waiting for a reply from the others, Marron entered. Bra, Pan, and the three Ts shrugged and followed. They entered the kitchen and their mouths all dropped in shock.

"Go-Goten?!" said the three Trunks.

Goten was dancing around the kitchen in a frilly apron, singing out loud.

"I’m Henry the 8th I am! Henry the 8th I am, I am! I got married to the widow next door, she’s been married seven times before!"

"Oh Kami, what’s gotten into him!" shouted Pan. The kitchen was a mess, the stove was covered in black, a dented skillet lay in the sink, and ingredients lay out on the counter everywhere, as well as spilt on the floor. A strange stack of what looked like it was supposed to be edible, but not really, sat on a plate on the table.

"And, everyone was a Henry! Henry! Won’t take a Willie or a Sam! No Sam! I’m her 8th old man I’m Henry! Henry the 8th I am!" sang Goten as loudly as he could.

"Goten, get a hold of yourself!" shouted the three Trunks. One moved forward to catch Goten and try and hold him still.

Goten struggled to pull away from Trunks, then suddenly he pressed right up against the purple haired demi-saiya-jin’s chest. "Did I ever tell you what beautiful eyes you have?" asked Goten in a far too serious voice.

"W-what?!" stammered Trunks.

"All three of them!" smiled Goten happily. Then he began dancing again with a now struggling Trunks in his arms. "La, la, la ,la, Laaaa!" sang Goten.

"Help!" shouted Trunks trying to twist out of his best friend’s grip.

"I don’t understand! What’s going on?!" shouted Pan.

"Goten, what have you been smoking!" shouted Bra.

"Goten, let go of Trunks!" shouted Marron going over to try and save the purple haired teen as Goten dipped him really low.

As Marron tried to pry Goten off, Goten suddenly let out of Trunks, who fell with a cry to the tile floor.

"Wow! Marron, how do you do that?" asked Goten.

"Do what?" asked Marron looking around.

"That thing?"

"What thing?!" shouted Marron.

Goten then began to leap about the room, singing again.

"I’m a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world!"

"He going, going, gone," said Bra.

"Goten, will you stop this insanity right now!" shouted Marron stomping down her foot.

"Ahhhhhh! Watch out!" shouted Goten

"What?!" Marron shouted back.

"You almost stepped on him!"

"Stepped on who?!" shouted Marron grabbing and pulling on her pigtails in frustration.

"The little blue elf! You almost stepped on him, who else would I be talking about?"

"Little—"

"Blue—"

"Elf…" said the three Trunks.

Goten suddenly grabbed Marron and began swinging her in a swing dance.

"Goten! Eeeek!" shouted Marron as Goten picked her up and threw her across his shoulders spinning really, really fast.

Bra walked over to the stack of what was suppose to be French toast and sniffed it. "Eeewwe, I don’t know about you guys, but I think this is what got to Goten."

"What is that stuff?" asked Pan.

"The king!" shouted Goten.

"King?" said Bra.

"Yes, his highness the king of French!" said Goten twirling a very dizzy Marron with one hand.

"Don’t you mean the king of France?" asked one of the Trunks.

"No, he’s king of French! Hon, hon, hon!" said Goten.

"And what are you? The fool?!" asked another Trunks.

"Man, whatever this stuff is, it must be super toxic to do that to a demi-saiya-jin," said Bra. She picked up the plate and headed towards the garbage can. She tossed it right in.

"NOOOOOOOOO! You killed the king of French!" howled Goten. He began sobbing loudly on Marron’s chest.

"HEY!!" shouted Marron prying at his conveniently pressed head.

"*Sob* poor...*hiccup* ...King of French... *sob*...."

"Kami, if I’d known he was going to cry about it I wouldn’t have thrown it away," said Bra.

Marron patted Goten’s sobbing head. "Um... it’s okay... really."

"Can we just get him and go?" asked one of the Trunks.

"We should leave a note for grandma and grandpa," said Pan. She grabbed a pen and piece of paper and quickly scribbled something on it.

"King... of French... *sob*..." cried Goten into Marron’s chest, who was starting to look a little red in the face.

"Goten, you better be stoned, because if I find out you’re doing this just to grope me, I’ll kill you!"

"French...*sob*…"

Marron sighed and went back to patting Goten’s head and back. "I know, I know, poor King French."

Marron lead a still sobbing Goten outside and to the car, the others following.

"I want to drive!" shouted Goten suddenly forgetting the death of poor King French. He jumped into the driver’s seat.

"NOOOO!" shouted all the teens grabbing hold of Goten before he could start up the car and pulled him into one of the back seats.

Goten continued to try and climb over the seats and into the driver’s chair even after one of the Trunks sat down in it.

"Want to driveeeee!"

"Goten!" shouted Marron moving to sit in the seat next to him and tried to hold him down.

Goten stopped suddenly and turned to Marron. "How do you do that?"

"What?! Do what?!" shouted Marron.

"That thing? That thing you do?" said Goten. Marron gasped in shock as Goten suddenly jumped on her lap, curled up as best his large form could, and began purring.

"How cute!" shouted Bra.

"Don’t you start Bra!" warned Marron.

All three Trunks sighed, the one in the driver’s seat started up the car. "Only Goten," they muttered.

"Hey, wait! Get him off of me!" shouted Marron from behind Goten.

Bra, who was sitting next to the pair, tried to move the demi-saiya-jin off. Once her hand landed on him Goten began to growl low in this throat and when Bra tugged on him a little his head whipped around and he bit at Bra’s hands.

"Eek!" shouted Bra backing away. "I don’t think he wants to move."

"What about what I want!" shouted Marron as Goten curled back up and began purring again.

"Let me try," said Pan. She gently placed a hand on Goten’s shoulder blade. Once she did Goten began growling once again. He stopped as soon as Pan removed her hand. "I think Bra’s right."

"How cute!" exclaimed both girls, grabbing each other’s hands and looking with starry eyes at the two.

"Ahhhhhh!" Marron growled in frustration.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku sat Indian style with Chi-Chi on his lap as they flew through the clouds on one themselves, Goku’s Nimbus cloud. They landed in their backyard, Goku jumping off with Chi-Chi in his arms.

"Goten!" called Chi-Chi, "I’ll bet he’s starving, I wasn’t here to make him breakfast this morning. Goten!" she called again, walking towards the house and entering.

Goku laughed. "Knowing Goten, that probably means he’s passed out on the floor." He followed Chi-Chi in.

"What in the world!" shouted Chi-Chi as she looked around at her kitchen. The place was a mess. "What happened in here?!" she demanded picking up the dented skillet in the sink.

Goku studied the ingredients still laid out on the counter. "I’m not sure. Either someone was trying to make plastic explosives or something to eat."

"What?!" shouted Chi-Chi turning to Goku with the skillet still in her hand. "What do you mean by that?!"

Goku cowered back. Now that he has some sense, he remembered all the times Chi-Chi had used kitchen cook wear on him when he done something wrong and hadn’t been smart enough to stay out of her reach. "I mean, Goten was probably trying to make himself breakfast by the looks of it, but ended up making something not completely edible. Um... Chi-Chi, could you maybe please put down the skillet?"

Chi-Chi looked at her cowering husband, then at the skillet she held ready to strike in her hand. "Um... sorry," she said putting it back in the sink. "What a minute! If Goten ate what ever this stuff is and it did something to him, where is he?" She turned her head in every direction looking for the demi-saiya-jin. "Goten!" No answer. "Goten, Goten, Goten!" called Chi-Chi in a panicked voice running through the house. She ran back into the kitchen. "Goku, don’t just stand there, help me look for him!"

"Um...." said Goku picking up the note Pan had left and read it.

"Did you hear me?!" shouted Chi-Chi right in his ear.

"Ahhhhhh!" shouted Goku falling over.

"You’re no help at all! Oh, Kami! What if he’s at the hospital? I’d better call it, or maybe poison control."

"Calm down, Chi-Chi," said Goku getting back up. "Look he’s fine, he’s with Pan and the others," said Goku holding up the note for Chi-Chi to read.

Chi-Chi took it from his hand and read it, once she was done she breathed a sigh of relief. "Kami, scaring me like that. That boy ought to be ashamed of himself."

"But, Chi-Chi he-"

"Just what was he trying to make?" she said going over and sniffing the left over batter. She made a face and waved her hand in front of her nose, "it even smells terrible. What could have possessed him to makes whatever this is?"

"Um, Chi-Chi," said Goku. His stomach growled loudly. Goku raised his hand to the back of his head and smiled sheepishly as he rubbed it. "Do you think you could maybe make me some thing to eat? I’m starved."

Chi-Chi sighed. "You saiya-jins are all the same. I’ll make you something. The last thing I need is for you to try making your own breakfast. You’d probably poison yourself too."

Goku smiled and walked over to her. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist. "I maybe one of the strongest men in the world, but I really don’t know how I’ll survive without you," he breathed into her hair.

Chi-Chi’s expression softened a little.

"Um...." said Goku as he spotted a cookbook over Chi-Chi’s shoulder. "Hey, this sounds good." He picked up the book and showed Chi-Chi the recipe with a picture of a plate of French Toast next to it. "Will you make me this?"

Chi-Chi snorted in amusement and took the book from Goku, she turned it over and looked at the title. "Cook Book for Dummies," she said in amusement. "Even you could cook with this book…" she said in a tensing voice. Chi-Chi blinked and looked around at the messy kitchen and the ingredients that were still out. She glanced at the recipe. "Or maybe not."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta walked down a sidewalk, taking long strides as she licked the top of her triple flavored ice-cream cone. In her other hand she swung back and forth a small shopping bag. A very happy grin was spread over her face.

"Now I know why guys hate this so much," said Bulma trying to see over the boxes and packages they bought and keep up with the blonde’s long strides. He’d been bumped and nearly tripped several times by other people. "Vegeta, can we take a break, please!" hollered the saiya-jin from behind.

The ex-saiya-jin turned. Every move of her slim frame seem over dramatic, as she cocked her head to the side, ice-cream held up to her mouth, in a puppy dog cute fashion. "What is it, darling?"

Bulma felt his legs go weak, damn, does Vegeta get this way when I do that to him? "Um... dear... don’t you think we should go met the others?"

"Oh, yah! The beach!" said Vegeta. She ran over and hooked her arm into Bulma’s almost making him lose his load of stuff. "I almost forgot. Let’s hurry, I want to try out my new stuff."

Bulma didn’t know what half the stuff was that Vegeta had bought, all he knew was that it had cost a lot. But, he didn’t mind, when he was back to his odd self he’d simply keep what ever the ex-saiya-jin had bought as his own clothes. Bulma had to admit, when Vegeta wasn’t trying to act the tough macho guy he actually had good sense of style, especially for the female form.

The two walked together back to the parking lots and Bulma felt around in his pocket for his incapsed air car.

"Well, what have we got here?" asked a voice behind the two.

Vegeta and Bulma spun around to see a gang of thugs standing before them.

"I’d say a rich man and his cute girlfriend," said another of the thugs.

"Hey baby, why don’t you ditch this loser and come play with us?" asked one of the thugs taking a step towards Vegeta.

Bulma didn’t even know he was growling till he heard it himself.

"What’s the matter, little rich boy? Why don’t you run away and we’ll show your lady friend a really good time." The man moved to grab Vegeta, but had to step back as he was bombarded with the pile of packages that Bulma had been caring.

"Keep your filthy hands off my hus—er, wife!" shouted Bulma, a dark blue aura surrounding him.

"You want a piece of me, asshole!" shouted the man that Bulma had thrown the packages on. He charged at Bulma fists swinging wildly.

Bulma ducked and dodged the punches, twisting his body ever so slightly to barely avoid the blow.

"Damn it! Hold still you bastard!" shouted the lead thug drawing back his fist for another strike.

Bulma ducked under the punch and grabbed a scarf that lay among the boxes. He whipped it over the thug’s arm and twisted, trapping this arm. The thug kicked out with is leg and Bulma dove under it, still holding on to the ends of the scarf. The thug’s face met the concert floor as his arm was pulled between his legs. Bulma sat on the thug’s back and wrapped the ends around the man’s neck, making it so that if he pulled with his hand the scarf choked him.

"You think you’re funny asshole!" shouted one of the three other thugs. They all pulled out switchblades.

"Crap," said Bulma as they all leapt at him. Bulma was soon twisting and turning in a way that was impossible for a mere human. Blades sliced threw his clothes and whizzed past his face taking a few strands of dark hair with them. Bulma jumped up out of the circle of knifes grabbing hold of a large hanging light and stomped on all three thugs’ heads as he swung in a circle above them. Bulma let go and rolled on the dirty concrete, all three thugs snarling like dogs hot on his heels. Bulma flipped back as one slashed at him. He landed on his hands, and lowered himself in a smooth motion to the floor just as another stepped forward and slashed at his legs. Bulma then spun like a break-dancer, knocking two of the thugs off their feet. He twisted and spun up so he stood on one hand. Black eyes snapped up to look at the one remaining standing thug. The thug let out a scream and ran towards Bulma. He stopped short as Bulma began raining down blows with his legs, kicking just as easily as a standing man would punch. Bulma landed a good blow on the man’s jaw and he fell back a step. Seeing him stagger, Bulma dropped back down into a spin on his back and the man landed hard on his butt.

The other two thugs had recovered from their fall and were now getting up. Bulma did a back roll up to his feet and took off running, the two followed behind him. He ran right to a wall and jumped up running across the side of it and pushed off into a kick. He hit the man closest to him, who fell back into the other.

The men didn’t stay down and Bulma found himself trapped between them and a rack of bicycles. The two raised up their knife to strike again. Thinking quickly, Bulma grabbed the closest bike and parried the small blades with it. They drew back and strike again, thinking they had the advantage with their smaller weapons. Bulma caught one of the knifes in the wheel of the bike. He gripped the tire and spun it, causing the knife to go flying. Bulma then backed the other in the face with the other tire. Bulma flipped over the two and landed squarely on the bike’s seat, feet on the pelts. The two turned to him, only one with a knife now. Bulma bounced up on the bike causing it to hop up on the back tire. He pitched it forward right onto one of the thugs, pinning him to the ground. Bulma then planted one foot on the ground and pelted the bike. The man beneath him cried out as the tires gave him some pretty painful rug-burns. The other thug roared and charged forward. Bulma gripped the handlebars and jumped up aiming through the bars and right at the man’s face with both feet. He connected hard with the man’s nose and couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he fell back, his face a bloody mess. Bulma’s butt landed on the seat as his legs draped over the handled bars, one thug under the bike the other looking like road kill in front of it.

"Ha! That was easy," said Bulma in a smug voice. He breathed on his knuckles then rubbed them on his chest. "Damn, I’m good."

A shout of protest was heard and Bulma snapped his head over his shoulder to see the other thug that he’d tripped had gotten up and now held Vegeta against him.

"Now, now, you won’t want any thing to happen to your cute girlfriend, now would you?" smirked the thug. His smirk turned into a cry of pain as Vegeta raised up her leg and kicked back right in to his groin. She turned with a hiss as soon as his arms loosened and did an axle kick, kicking high over his head and bringing her leg down like an ax chop. The thug fell like an ox to the ground, groaning in pain, hands clasped over his lower abdomen.

Vegeta turned and Bulma remember that hard look all too well in her eyes. That was the Vegeta Bulma knew so well, a born and breed fighter, a—

"Darling!" shouted Vegeta running over to the shocked saiya-jin. "They didn’t hurt you did they darling?! Oh, my poor little he-man," said Vegeta cradling Bulma’s head against her breast.

Bulma fell over in shock and landed on the soft extra padded body.

"And, I thought that powder was starting to wear off," said Bulma’s muffled voice. He turned beet red when he realized why his voice was muffled and lifted his head.

"Ahhhh! Hentai!" shouted Vegeta giving him a slap across the face, which couldn’t really hurt him, but nonetheless left a hand print on his face.

Bulma got up and rubbed the side of his face. "Is it possible that all the perversion we girls think men do on purpose are actually mistakes?" He thought about it a minute. "Nnaaahhhhhh!"

"Ah. Sorry darling," said Vegeta in a too cute voice. "You be nice and maybe I’ll let you try that again later." She slapped Bulma hard on the rear and skipped back over to where they could decapse their car. "Hurry darling, we’re supposed to be at the beach."

Bulma rubbed his butt and watched the perky blond bounce away. His brows forked down as he felt along his butt. "What?!" he shouted looking back to the spot where his tail once was. "What the—where—did it get cut off or something?" said Bulma looking all around. He stood up and shrugged. "Oh well. Easy come, easy go."

Bulma ran after his blond mate, having not made the connection between the morning paper and his missing tail.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Videl landed the air car and got out.

"Ahhhh, it’s so beautiful today!" she shouted stretching her arms out above her head. "Ne, Gohan...? Gohan?!"

Videl peered into the passenger side of the air car at her husband.

"Oh, come on, Gohan, no one will notice," said Videl opening the car door.

"Yes, they will," said Gohan.

"Oh, don’t be such a baby," said Videl. She reached over and undid his seat belt. "Come on, the others are waiting for us."

Gohan stubbornly shook his head and refused to get out of the car.

Videl snorted and grabbed a hold of Gohan’s arm trying to pull him out. Gohan grabbed hold of the doorframe and seat.

"I’ll just stay here Videl, you go have fun."

"Oh, Gohan, you don’t need to be embarrassed, I think it’s sexy," teased Videl still pulling on him.

Gohan’s checks turned a pinkish purple and he gripped harder to the car.

"Yo! Gohan! Videl!" shouted a voice from behind the two. Gohan and Videl looked to see Krillin and Juuhachi walking across the sand towards them.

Gohan gave a frighten ‘eek’ and scooted farther into the car, nearly dragging Videl in with him.

"Come on you two, we need some help setting things up," said Krillin. Krillin wore a red pair of swim trunks and a pair of red rimmed shades. Juuhachi had on a white, one-piece, backless swimsuit, her hair pulled back with a black handkerchief.

"Hurry up, you two, we’ve got to get everything up and going before all the saiya-jins arrive and start whining about food," said Juuhachi.

"Coming!" called Videl. "Come on, Gohan, you heard them, move your green butt!" hissed Videl.

"Don’t mention green butts!" shouted Gohan, still refusing to get out of the air car.

Krillin and Juuhachi exchanged glances.

Videl gave a growl then powered up. With all her might she pulled on the stubborn Namek sei-jin. Both went flying out of the car as the seat ripped right out.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Thud.

"Videl!" cried Gohan looking very panicked. Videl dug herself out of the sand and smiled triumphantly.

Juuhachi and Krillin blinked their eyes. There sat the demi-saiya-jin turned namek sei-jin in a two sizes too small, same color green as his skin pair of swim trunks. If one didn’t look closely they’d swear that the namek sei-jin was nude.

Gohan ‘eeped’ at that looks the two were giving him and glanced at the car.

"Don’t even think about it," said Videl in a warning tone. Gohan bowed his head and gave in.

"Why me? Why, why me?" he asked shaking his head.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The Z fighter teens arrived at Master Roshi’s island and stepped out of the car. Goten had calmed down a bit, but ever few seconds he would twitch violently and say something that made no sense.

"Poor Goten," said Pan watching as her uncle jumped right into Marron's arms with a frightened squeak to escape a tiny wave that threatened to wet his feet. Marron looked up to the heavens and Pan swore she could read her mind saying, why me god? Why me?

"Ahh, you’re here!" greeted Roshi walking up to them.

"Hey Roshi," said one of the Trunks. Another one was busy incapsing their car.

"Beautiful day, today, isn’t it. Good for getting a tan. Pan, my dear, you look white as a sheet, you should get out of those clothes and change into a swim suit."

All three Trunks raised up fists to strike Roshi. The pervert wisely took a few steps back.

Pan laughed and pulled off her shirt to reveal she was wearing her swimsuit underneath.

"We were smart this time, Roshi," said Bra. "We all changed before we came here." All three girls got rid of their outer clothes to reveal their swim suits.

"Trunks, let’s go run in the waves!" shouted Pan and took off down the shore before the three could answer or even take off their extra clothes.

They glanced at each other, then began to tear their clothes off while trying to run at the same time. "Wait for us, Pan!" they shouted.

"Ahh, puppy love," said Bra. She glanced down to see Goten on all fours, panting like a dog with his tongue hanging out. She smiled wickedly and picked up a stick that was laying close by. "Who’s a good doggy?"

"Bark," said Goten.

"Good boy, good boy, now fetch!" shouted Bra throwing the stick into the ocean.

Goten gave a bark of excitement, ran on all fours, and jumped into the water after the stick.

"Bra!" shouted Marron.

Bra couldn’t help herself and fell down to roll on the sand, laughing like silly.

"What happened to Goten?" said Master Roshi watching as Goten doggy-paddled back to shore, stick in mouth.

"You don’t want to know," said Marron. She slapped a hand over her eyes as Goten came up to her and dropped the stick at her feet. She yelled as he shook, flinging water every where. "Stop that!"

Goten tilted his head to the side and gave her a curious look. "Bark!"

"Why is Goten acting like a dog?" came a voice.

Bra sat up and screamed, slapping her hands over her eyes. "Gohan! Put some clothes on!"

Marron turned around, took a quick glance and did likewise. Goten looked on curiously and slapped a hand over his face, imitating Marron.

"Stop that! I’m wearing clothes!" shouted Gohan blushing.

Bra dared a look, then took her hands away from her eyes. "Gohan, either you have a sick sense of humor or no fashion sense at all."

"Don’t look at me like that," said Gohan. "This is the only swim suit I have, I couldn’t help it if it doesn’t fit me as a giant green Namek sei-jin."

Marron put down her hands and nudged Goten to do the same.

"What’s wrong with Goten," said Gohan going over and crouching down to look at his brother, who was trying to scratch himself behind the ear with his foot.

Marron sighed and scratched the spot, making Goten lean into her. "We found him at home like this. We think he ate some really bad."

Goten suddenly stood up on two legs with a shocked look on his face.

"Goten?" said Marron reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"I’ve got a lovely bunch of Coconuts!" Goten started singing. He began marching down the beach.

"Ohhh," complained Marron. "This just isn’t my day." She ran after Goten’s dancing form.

Gohan stared in shock at the two, then snapped his head up as he felt a familiar ki heading their way.

"Ahh, here comes Goku-san and Chi-Chi-san," said Bra getting up and dusting the sand off herself. "You can never get all the sand off, you always find more of it when you get home," she grumbled as she did so.

Goku landed on the sandy beach and set Chi-Chi down beside him. He was wearing an orange pair of swim trunks with gold fishes on them and Chi-Chi was wearing a green swimsuit with a multi colored wrap around skirt. In her arms was a giant picnic basket.

"Hi Goku-san! Hi Chi-Chi-san!" shouted and waved Bra. "Gohan’s wearing clothes even if it doesn’t look like it at first glance!"

"Bra!" shouted Gohan.

Goku and Chi-Chi walked up them.

"Hi everyone," said Goku smiling. "Is everyone here yet?"

"Gohan, what are you wearing?" asked Chi-Chi staring at the green swimsuit.

"It’s a swimsuit, mom, the only one I had. As for everyone being here, we’re still waiting for Vegeta-san and Bulma-san."

Just then Oolong came running up to them. "Master Roshi! Mater Roshi!" he shouted waving something in his hand.

"What? What is it?" asked Roshi as the little pig came running up to him.

"Look Roshi, it’s her! It’s her!" shouted Oolong flipping through the pages of a magazine and shoving it in his face.

"What?!" shouted the old master looking harder that the page. "I don’t believe it! How did this get in here?!"

"Look, she’s even on the cover," said the pig closing the cover to show the old master.

"What?" asked Chi-Chi going over to the old man to see.

"Um...." said Roshi keeping the magazine out of Chi-Chi’s reach and sight. "Nothing, nothing at all. Nothing you need worry your pretty little head about, Chi-Chi," laughed the old pervert. "Run," he whispered off to the side at Oolong. Both took off like their tails were on fire.

"What was that about?" asked Gohan.

"I’m not sure," said Goku.

"I’ll bet that old man’s up to no good again," frowned Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi hoisted up her giant basket as if it weighed next to nothing. "I’m going to go help Juuhachi you guys go do man stuff or some thing."

Both watched her go, then Goku turned to Gohan. "Care for a swim?"

"You bet!" shouted Gohan. Both ran for the waves.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma landed the air car and opened the door, jumping out. The wind played with his wild navy black hair. "Wow, it sure is sunny today! Ne, Vegeta...? Vegeta?" asked Bulma turning around to see the beach blond already running down the beach laughing.

"Wait! Vegeta! I haven’t told the others yet!" shouted Bulma running after the blond.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Hey Pu’ar, would you put some sun tan lotion on my back for me?" asked Yamcha.

"Sure, Yamcha," said Pu’ar floating over to him to take the sun tan lotion and rubbed it all over his back.

"Say, Pu’ar how about we go to the beach house nightclub tonight," said Yamcha closing his eyes as the blue cat rubbed on the lotion. "I hear they have really pretty women there."

"Yamcha, is that all you ever think about?" asked Pu’ar with a sigh.

"I’m telling you, Pu’ar, you have to look around for the right kind of girl. It’s not like I’m going to open my eyes and voila, she’ll magically appear right in fr—"

"Yamcha? What’s the matter," asked Pu’ar looking up to see a blond girl running down the beach, Bay Watch style.

"Who’s she?" said Yamcha staring as the blond ran by laughing.

"That’s odd, I’ve never seen her before, I wonder what she’d doing on his island," said Pu’ar. "Ach!" screeched the cat as it was thrown back by Yamcha suddenly jumping up.

"Hey miss, wait!" he shouted.

Vegeta stopped and stared out over the waves, using a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "I’ve got to go for a swim," she chirped and grabbed her shirt top, pulling it over her head.

Yamcha stopped dead as the blond began pulling off her outer clothes. He enjoy the view as the girl stripped down to a red two piece swim suit, with a string bikini top, and short tight trunk like bottom.

"What a babe!" said Yamcha as the wind buffed her hair, blowing it away from her face. He then watched as she waded into the water and dove in. He stood a long time watching the place where she’d gone under the water. "What am I doing just standing here!" shouted Yamcha. He grinned and ran towards the ocean. "Wait for me, Blondie!"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku came up with a gasp for air.

"Gotcha!" shouted Gohan popping out of the water and pushing Goku back under. He let go of his father and swam away from the saiya-jin.

Goku came back out of the water with a gasp for breath. He grinned at the retreating demi-saiya-jin turned namek sei-jin. "Okay, if that’s how you want it!" he called before diving under the water.

Gohan grinned and dove under as well. He kicked his feet and skimmed through the water like a dolphin, trying to get as far away from the saiya-jin as possible.

He glanced behind to see if he could spot Goku and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a blond haired girl swimming by and briefly wonder who she was before someone grabbed him around the waist. Gohan gagged and kicked his feet, he gasped for air as his head popped up above the water.

"Gotcha!" shouted a familiar smiling scared face only inches away from his. "Hey baby, how bout a kiss?"

"Yam—" Gohan managed before his lips were stopped with the scarred faced man’s.

Yamcha opened his eyes and pulled away. His mouth dropped as he discovered that it wasn’t the blond haired girl that he’d seen running down the beach.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" screamed both men their voices echoing all over the island.

Goku popped up right behind Gohan and silence his scream by dunking the namek boy. Goku laughed, till he noticed all the air bubbles still coming up from under water as if Gohan was still screaming. He glanced up at Yamcha who had a horror-stricken look on his face, staring at the place that Gohan had been. "Did I miss something?" asked Goku. "He-she-she-he.... blond.... cloth... water... swimming... grab... turn to.... namek sei-jin," stammered Yamcha.

"What?" said Goku giving Yamcha an odd look. "What are you talking about Yamcha?"

Yamcha make a cry, turned, and started swimming away as fast as he could. "I just kissed another man!!!!!"

"hhheehhhhh????" said Goku watching Yamcha swim away. "That was strange." He looked down to see that the bubbles had stopped coming up, but Gohan hadn’t appeared.

"Eh? Gohan?" he said fishing around and pulled up a water logged namek. "Gohan?" he said lightly slapping his face. "Gohan?"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma was not smiling as he dragged his feet up towards Roshi’s house. I lost her! How could I lose her?! This island isn’t that big! "When is that ultra blond powder going to wear off!" he whined.

"Bulma-san!" greeted Pu’ar floating up to him.

Bulma gave the cat a weak smile and was going to say hello. Just then, Yamcha ran by, nearly knocking Bulma off his feet. He grabbed Pu’ar by her long blue tail and kept running.

"Pu’ar! We’re leaving!" shouted Yamcha jumping into his air car and starting it up.

"But why?" asked Pu’ar from the place Yamcha had thrown her into the back seat.

"We just are!" shouted Yamcha as the car floated up and took off.

Bulma blinked and stared in the direction that they had gone. "What was that about?"

"Bulma!" Bulma turned his head to see Chi-Chi waving at him.

Bulma glanced one last time over his shoulder in the direction Yamcha had fled, then walked up to the black haired woman.

"Hello, Bulma, I trust that every thing went fine last night?" asked Chi-Chi giving Bulma a wink.

"Uh? What?" said Bulma, then it hit him. "Ohhhh! You mean me and Vegeta." Bulma smirked. "Definitely a night to remember."

Chi-Chi pulled out a chair and poured out two glasses of ice tea. "Well?" she said sitting down. Bulma grinned again and pulled out his own chair to sit down.

"Well first—"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan ran down the beach laughing all three Trunks not far behind. She stopped as she noticed Goku dragging a green body out of the water.

"Ahhhhh! Dad!" she shouted and ran towards them. The three Trunks followed.

"Goku-san, what happened?" asked one Trunks going down on his knees to get a better look at the namek sei-jin.

"I think he swallowed a little too much water," said Goku.

"Do you think he needs CPR?!" asked Pan.

"Maybe, Trunks, do you know CPR?" asked Goku.

"What, me?!" said all three. They shook their head.

"Fine then, I’ll have to try," said Goku. He got down on his knees next to Gohan, pinched the boy’s nose, and leaned forward.

Gohan flinched and weakly opened his eyes to see a male face moving closer towards his. "Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Gohan and began kicking and flailing his arms. He smacked Goku hard on the side of the head.

"Ouch!" said Goku rubbing his head. "I’d say he’s just fine."

Gohan sat up, panting raggedly. "What happened?"

"You almost drowned," said Goku still rubbing his head.

"I did? Kami, I had the strangest, sickest dream, while I was out."

"What was it?" asked one of the Trunks.

Gohan wrinkled up his nose. "You don’t want to know.

Just then a blond haired girl ran by in a red swimsuit, with a kite flying behind her, laughing.

Everyone watched as she ran down the beach out of sight.

"Okay... who was that," said Pan.

Everyone shrugged.

Then Goten ran by, some how managing to run, turn in circles, and spout poetry at the same time. "Mooses go walking over the hill. Mooses go walking, they rarely stand still. Mooses go walking up to your window at night. They look to the left, they look to the right. The mooses are smiling, they think it’s a zoo, and that’s why the mooses like looking at you. So if you see mooses while lying in bed, it’s best to just stay there pretending you’re dead. The mooses will leave and you’ll get the thrill of seeing the mooses go over the hill!"

"Goten!!!! Come back here!" shouted Marron trying to grab the demi-saiya-jin but missing every time with his out of control movements. They ran past the group and out of sight.

Everyone sweat dropped.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Really, I didn’t know they could do that," said Chi-Chi putting down her empty iced tea.

"Oh sure, I don’t need to be a man to know that," said Bulma leaning back in his chair.

"Hmmm, I wonder if I can get Goku honey to do that?" she got a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Bulma grinned at her. "Maybe you’d better try it before the wish wears off. It’ll make it easier to explain it to him."

"Oh please! Bulma, it’s almost noon!"

"So," grinned Bulma.

Chi-Chi shook her head then leaned more over to the side to see behind Bulma as a laughing figure ran along the beach with a kite. She stopped and tugged on the string in her hand, looking up at the hovering kite.

Bulma noticed he’d lost his friend’s attention and looked over his shoulder at the blond. "There she is!" shouted the saiya-jin jumping up.

"You know her?" asked Chi-Chi, but too late as Bulma was now running over to the figure. Chi-Chi decided to follow and see who the girl was.

"There you are! I looked everywhere for you!" shouted Bulma at the blond. Vegeta looked down from staring at the kite.

"Um? Did you say something?"

"Ahhhh!" growled Bulma in frustration. "Come here!" Bulma grabbed the human girl by the arm.

"Wait, my kite!" protested the girl as the toy slipped for her grip to fly away. "Big meanie!" shouted Vegeta slapping his chest.

Bulma sighed and hoisted the girl over his shoulder as she proceeded to throw a tantrum.

"Bulma...," said Chi-Chi eyeing the kicking girl over Bulma’s shoulder. "I never thought you would cheat on your husband, especially not with another girl."

"What?!" shouted Bulma. "Oh, no, Chi-Chi, it’s not what it looks like. You see—"

Bulma stopped dead in the middle of her sentence to watch Goten crab walk by at an amazing speed for moving in such a position. Marron ran by shortly after him.

"Well!" demanded Chi-Chi having had her back turned she had not see the strange scene.

"Uh?" said Bulma forgetting what they were talking about.

"Darling! Put me down!" whined Vegeta from across Bulma’s shoulder.

Then everyone else showed up, except Marron and Goten.

"Bulma? What are you doing with that girl?" asked Krillin looking at the girl with blond hair over Bulma’s shoulder. She waved at him for her perch.

"M- mom?" stammered the three Trunks not sure what to think.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" shouted Bulma aware that everyone was giving him disbelieving looks. "This isn’t my fault, it’s Roshi’s!"

"Roshi had you cheat on Vegeta?" said Gohan lifting a green non-existent eyebrow.

"No! This is Vegeta!" shouted Bulma pointing at the girl’s legs.

"Hi!" chirped the girl over his shoulder trying to blow some bangs out of her face.

Everyone gave Bulma a look that said ‘I don’t believe it’.

"It’s true! Roshi!" snarled Bulma turning on the old man. "Tell them what you did!"

Everyone turned to look at the old man, expect Vegeta who was still trying to blow her bangs out of her face.

The old pervert laughed nervously. "Well, you see it’s like this. I was going to check on Vegeta to see if she’d turned back to a he and I just happened to er—drop some magic powder I had in my pocket on her."

Everyone started at him with blank faces.

"What kind of powder?" asked Goku staring in shock at the blond.

"Um…Ultra blond powder," said Roshi.

"Ultra blond powder?" said Pan. "What’s that?"

"It turned Vegeta in to an air head blond, " sighed Bulma. "Oops, sorry Juuhachi…!" said Bulma turning to look that the android woman.

The woman waved it off, "I know what they say about blondes and I know it’s not all true. Although, I do think we have more fun." She grinned at that.

"Well, how do we change her back," said one of the Trunks, staring hard at his father.

"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" shouted Vegeta waving her arms.

Everyone sweat dropped.

Bulma sighed and put the complaining woman down on her feet. She right away hooked an arm around Bulma. "Darling," sighed Vegeta.

The sweat drops on everyone’s heads got bigger.

"Roshi," said Bulma glaring at the old master.

The old man laughed nervously again. "I’m not sure how long it’ll last, but it’s supposed to only last a couple of hours."

"Does that powder work on men?" asked Goku.

Roshi shook his head. "No, only girls."

"Well, it’s almost time for the dragon to cancel the wishes," said Goku looking down at his watch. "When Vegeta turns back to normal then that stuff should no longer work, right?"

"Hey, good thinking Goku," said one of the Trunks.

"Yah, you’re a genius," said another Trunks.

"I never would have thought of that," finished the last one.

Goku smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I won’t be for much longer."

"That’s right," said Videl looking at her watch as well. "We’ve only got about 15 minutes till the wishes should wear off."

"Say! We should get a group picture of us all before the wishes wear off!" said Bra.

"I don’t know if I like that idea," said Gohan looking down at his green swimsuit. "I think I’d rather not remember today."

"Oh, come on, dad. I know, we can take one before the wish and another one after when we’re all back to normal," said Pan.

"Yah," said Bra. "Roshi, you’ve got a camera, right?"

The old man pulled out a camera from inside his shirt. "I always keep one handy."

"I’ll say," said Bulma glaring at him.

"Well, then let’s all get together and take the picture before the dragon shows up," said Krillin.

"I want one of those pictures," said Videl.

"Me too," said Bra.

"And me," said Pan.

"Sure," said Roshi. "This baby’s got a time setting and everything. I’ll just program it to take several pictures in a row after a three second count down."

"Sounds good," said one Trunks.

"Let’s get lined up," said another.

"Say, where’s Marron and Goten," said the third.

Everyone looked around.

"Um, I saw Goten crab walking, more like crab running, along the shore with Marron behind him," said Bulma.

Everyone stared at him. "They went that way," said Bulma pointing in the direction that they had disappeared.

Everyone turned their heads to the side as they heard a guy’s voice singing rather badly. "Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road!" They all blinked as Goten came marching up the beach from the opposite direction that Bulma had pointed, walking on his knees. Marron was practically sitting on him, digging her feet into the loose sand and trying to stop him.

"Goten! You’re not a munchkin!" she shouted. "You’re almost six feet tall!"

"Goten!" shouted Chi-Chi staring in shock at her youngest son.

"He’s been a little out of it this whole morning," said Bra.

"A little?" said Pan looking at Bra.

The three Trunks ran over to Goten and picked him up, one on either side of him and one holding his feet. Goten stopped singing and looked at the three, then began struggling to break free.

"Let me go, vile evil scum! I, Son Goten, am the sworn protector of small furry things! When I break free I shall return in my mech. ‘Big and Cuddly’ and squish you like the evil purple things you are!" shouted Goten.

"Evil—"

"Purple—"

"Thing?!" said the three, holding tight to Goten.

"Boy, he’s still out of it," said Pan.

"He thinks he’s a justice fighter now with a mech. called ‘Big and Cuddly’?" said Bra.

"That’s Mr. Big and Cuddly to you!" shouted Goten.

"Goten, please don’t do this," said Marron.

Goten stopped struggling and looked at Marron. "Fair Princess Marron from the blue planet. You are alive! Thank the stars!"

"Goten, I’ve been with you the whole time," said Marron going over to Goten.

"Let’s just get this picture taken and over with," said the Trunks at Goten’s feet. He put the demi-saiya-jin’s feet down, and the other two let go of him once he didn’t run away or do anything violent.

Goten got down on his knee before Marron and kissed her hand. "I shall devote my life to your safely and well-being, my princess. Never again will any dare harm you."

Marron blushed and Juuhachi gave her a meaningful look, then a wink.

"All right, everyone! Get together!" shouted Roshi and began shoving people into a group.

Vegeta laughed and hugged Bulma from behind looking over the saiya-jin’s shoulder at Roshi setting the camera up. All three Trunks formed a semi-circle around Pan, one behind, the others on either of her sides. Goku smiled and pulled Chi-Chi in front of him, looping his arm around her waist, and draping his other over Gohan’s tall shoulders. Videl wrapped her arms around Gohan’s arm and smiled at the camera Roshi was setting up. Goten swung Marron up to perch on his shoulder, for once looking like his normal goofy, although sane, self. Juuhachi sat down in front of them and Krillin stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Bra also got down in front and perched on master Roshi’s large turtle’s back. Oolong sat by Bra and admired the view.

"All right, she’s a-counting down!" shouted Roshi and ran to get in the picture. As soon as he got to the side of the group, the camera clicked, Roshi then reached forward and pulled Vegeta’s top off.

"<Click!>". Bulma, in outrage, punched Roshi in the face with everyone staring at them. "<Click!>". The sky suddenly went dark and a dragon appeared behind them. "<Click!>" There was a flash of bright light all around the group. The dragon smiled at the camera and held up two fingers in a peace sign. "<Click!>." The dragon then disappeared.

"What the…?" said Bulma feeling different some how. She blinked her eyes at the sound of her voice and realized she was a SHE!

"Um? What just happened?" asked Goku looking around with a confused look on his face.

"I’m not a namek sei-jin! I’m not a namek sei-jin!" cried Gohan and picked up Videl twirling her around. He then put her down and kissed her.

Pan turned around and looked at Trunks. There was now only one of him and he had a wide-eyed look on his face.

"Trunks?" she said in a low voice, almost afraid to have him notice her. Kami, what if he was mad about her wish? What if he didn’t like her any more? Trunks groaned and sank down to his knees.

"Trunks!" said Pan in alarm going down on her knees as well to look at him. "What’s wrong?"

"I have got the worst headache I’ve ever had!" shouted Trunks.

At their side, Bra giggled. "Well, you now have the memories of three different versions of yourself from seven days ago. I’d imagine that would give you quite a head rush."

Trunks groaned again and covered his eyes with his hand.

"Tiger Lily? Would you be a life saver and get me same aspirin?"

"What?"

"Aspirin?" begged Trunks in a pain filled voice.

"No, you called me Tiger Lily, didn’t you?"

Trunks took his hand off his eyes and looked at her. "Yes, why?"

Pan smiled. "Never mind. I’ll go get you something." She gave him a peck on the cheek before getting up and running into Roshi’s house to look for some aspirin.

Goten smiled up at Marron who was still perched on his shoulder. "You know I love you, right?"

Marron’s eyes widened in shock and she looked down at Goten’s soft black ones. "Goten?" she whispered.

Goten smiled wider, then without warning took off at a fast run down the beach. "Oooohhhh! I wish I were an Oscer Mejier wiener!"

"Goten!" shouted Marron still perched on his shoulder.

Bulma smiled as she ran a hand down her know curvy form. "Ah it’s good to be a woman again."

Strong muscular arms wrapped about her shoulders and pulled her back into a hug. "Darling," whispered a deep male voice into her ear.

Bulma’s eyes widened and she turned around to see Vegeta’s familiar male form, but there was one difference; he was still blond!

"Roshi!" shouted Bulma. She pointed a finger at her husband’s blond hair.

The old man laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Why you!" shouted Bulma getting ready to pound him to the ground.

"Something the matter, darling," said Vegeta in a deep husky voice that made Bulma’s legs feel weak. She turned around to look at her husband, who was smiling sweetly at her. "Ahh, hell, what am I thinking," she said out loud, then without warning jumped right into Vegeta’s arms. "Hey, Blondie, want to be my love slave and rub some oil on me?"

"Any thing for you darling," purred Vegeta.

Bulma gave a delighted squeal and kicked her legs. She looked over Vegeta’s shoulder and waved at the others. "I’ll see you guys later! " she called before the blond saiya-jin walked away with her in arms.

Chi-Chi smiled up at her still confused husband. "Are you hungry? We’ve got food ready."

"Food!" shouted Gohan.

Everyone blinked in surprised as the demi-saiya-jin man ran by at high speed and jumped into one of the seat at the table set up outside. Once his rear touched down he grabbed the closest edible thing and took a large bite out of it.

Videl laughed. "Well, he hasn’t eaten in a week, after all."

Goku licked his chops and was soon chowing down right next to Gohan.

Goten came running along the shore in front of Roshi’s house with Marron still on his shoulders. She spotted the other Son men eating and a desperate idea hatched in her head.

"Look Goten, food!" she shouted pointing at the table.

Goten stopped, almost making Marron pitch forward over his shoulders. "Food!" he shouted then ran over to the table and jumped into a seat.

Marron screeched as she dove headfirst over the table with Goten’s sudden stop at the table, this time unable to keep for falling forward.

She dug her head out of the sand and glared at Goten as he started chowing down with the other members of his family. She snorted, picked herself off the ground, and tried to wipe the sand all off muttering. She could hear laughing off to the side and looked over her shoulder to see Oolong and Master Roshi with their noses in a magazine. She decided she didn’t want to know.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the totally miserable man laid out under a shady palm tree.

"Trunks," she whispered softly moving to sit next to him.

Trunks groaned and winced; even that small soft voice hurt his head. "Pan, would you do me a favor and shoot me so I’ll be out of my misery?"

Pan couldn’t help but laugh softly. "I would but I don’t think it would work, it’d probably only make your head hurt more."

Trunks snorted sounding a lot like his father. "I don’t see how it could hurt any more."

Pan laughed again and nudged him.

"Are you trying to make it worse?" he said.

"No, silly, here," she said her voice fill with amusement.

Trunks peeked out through his fingers and saw that Pan held a glass of water and some small white pills.

"Oh, you are an angel of mercy," he said taking the glass and pills and sitting up. He popped them in his mouth and drank the whole glass. Trunks moved to lay back down, but Pan grabbed him and made him lay his head in her lap.

"Pan?" he asked although still obviously still in pain.

"Shhhhh," she said softly and began playing with his purple tassels. "Just relax."

Trunks did just that, he closed his eyes and relaxed, letting Pan soothe him with gentle fingers.

Pan smiled as Trunks’ breathing became deep and even; he’s fallen asleep.

She lifted her head to look over the blue ocean and enjoyed it all, the warm weather, the shade of the tree, Trunks sleeping peacefully in her arms. She smiled down at the sleeping saiya-jin and leaned forward, kissing him softly on the lips, before returning to running her fingers through his hair.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Marron sat alone by herself, staring across the waves, much as Pan had done. She sighed softly and lay her head down on her knees.

"Marron," came a soft called from behind. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Goten.

"Are you going to tweak out on me again?" she asked not turning to look at him.

She heard him shuffle his feet behind her. "I’m sorry," he said in a low voice. He then moved to sit next to her glazing out over the water too.

"Goten?" said Marron not looking at him.

"Yes?" said Goten turning his gaze to her.

Marron simply looked at him for a long time, taking in the sight of him, then she leaned her head to the side to rest it on his shoulder and returned to staring back over the waves.

Goten gazed a long time down at her, then slowly he raised up an arm and wrapped it over her shoulders. He smiled down at her sweet face a moment longer, then turned his gaze to the waves as well.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Chi-Chi was just cleaning up the mess created by a saiya-jin and two demi-saiya-jins when she spotted Bulma and a black haired Vegeta walking her way.

She smiled at her blue haired friend and finished taking away the dirty dishes. No doubt the two were hungry; if not Bulma then definitely Vegeta.

"I see he’s back to normal," said Juuhachi who was lying on her stomach getting a tan.

Bulma smiled over at her. "Yup, he just turned back all of a sudden. Oh, and Juuhachi, you’re right."

The android raised and eyebrow at her as if to say, what...?

Bulma smiled. "Blondes can be more fun."

Juuhachi laughed a little and lay her head back down on the towel she was using.

Vegeta glared at Bulma from where he sat eating some barbecued ribs.

"Oh, don’t worry Veggie dear, I still like you as you. But, you got to admit that was," she paused looking for the right word. "Interesting."

The saiya-jin prince snorted and returned to eating.

"Yo Vegeta!" called Goku stepping up behind the busy saiya-jin. "Want to spar?"

Chi-Chi snorted and glared at her husband. "Did I say you could spar?"

"Ahhh, but Chi-Chi," whined Goku.

"No buts, Goku. I swear as soon as your back to the normal the first thing you want to do is eat then fight! Haven’t you learned anything from all this?"

Goku got a thoughtful look on his face, then looked at Chi-Chi with a serious expression in his eyes.

"Goku?" said Chi-Chi wondering what the saiya-jin was going to say.

Goku smiled cheerfully and stuck his hands behind his head. "Never interrupt a dragon when he’s watching his favorite soap opera."

Chi-Chi fell down. Her legs twitched slightly.

"Oh? Chi-Chi, you all right?" asked Goku going over to help his wife.

Vegeta finished eating and got up.

"You want to go for a swim?" said Bulma giving him a flirty look.

"Who says I’ve forgiven you," said the prince in a cold voice.

"What, you mean you’re still mad at me?" said Bulma.

The saiya-jin did not answer, only moved to walk past them and get away from them all, sick of being in their company after all that had happened in the last week. Maybe he should disappear for a few days on one of his training sessions, he hadn’t done that in a while. He was walking past the old man and the little pig that were giggling to them selves and looking into a magazine. He won’t have given it a second thought, but he happened to glance at the cover. Vegeta’s eyes grew wide and he snatched the magazine out of their surprised hands.

"Hey!" shouted Oolong then grew pale.

"Uh oh," said Roshi in a low tone.

"What???!!!!" exploded Vegeta flipping through the magazine. He got a horror stricken look on his face as he did so. "Where did you get this?!" demanded the prince jabbing a finger at the magazine.

"Bought it at a quickie mark," said Oolong in a shaky voice.

"What! You mean there more of them!" shouted the prince.

"Yah," said Roshi. "They’re probably got copied of that in almost every store that sells magazines."

Vegeta’s mouth dropped. He then tore up the magazine and burned it with a quick burst of ki. He turned to leave.

"Where are you going?!" asked Bulma.

"To burn every last one of those magazines!" growled the prince and took off.

Bulma looked down at the smoldering pile of ashes. "All right you two, lets have it," she said.

"What?" answered to two in unity.

"Come on, don’t pay dumb. I know that if you had something that could make Vegeta that pissed off that you would get more then one copy of it, so let’s have it!" she demanded.

The two exchanged glances.

"Do I have to repeat myself!" snapped Bulma.

The two fell over themselves and handed Bulma a magazine that had been hidden under one of their chairs.

Bulma glanced at the cover and her eyes grew wide.

"What is it?" asked Goku looking over her shoulder. "Tumble Time?"

Bulma could only stare at the cover that had a picture of a female Vegeta with her white shirt opened all the way in front staring with black eyes at the camera. Bulma flipped through the magazine and soon found even more revealing pics of the female version of her husband. Bulma began to laugh softly, then loudly.

"I should sue then for this, but I don’t think I will. This is the prefect black mail." she said waving the magazine. "He probably will end up burning everyone of those magazine, all but this one," she said with a triumphant smile.

"But that’s ours," said Oolong.

"Not any more it is," said Bulma. "This is going in my safe at home."

The two perverts looked disappointed. "That’s not fair!" they whined.

Bulma started laughing again.

"What’s so funny?" asked Gohan who had gone swimming with Videl after eating.

"Oh nothing," smiled Bulma.

Chi-Chi sighed. "Well, I’m glad every things is back to normal."

"Me too," said Gohan.

"Oh, I wouldn’t say everything is back to normal," said Juuhachi from her spot on the sand.

"Why do you say that?" asked Krillin.

Juuhachi smile with her eyes still closed. She opened them a little to see Marron, Goten, Pan, and Trunks still sitting and laying down on the sand together. "It just isn’t," she said then closed her eyes again.

Krillin scratched his head, not sure what his wife was talking about.

"Ah, it’s getting late," said Chi-Chi looking at the horizon where the sun was just starting to set, turning the sky all colors of the rainbow. "Goku, we should be getting ready to go."

Bulma yawned. "I agree. I don’t think Vegeta will be coming home till really late, but I’ve got some things to take care." She patted the magazine.

"Okay, well, I guess we’ll be leaving too," said Gohan.

Goku smiled "I know, let’s do this again next week!"

Everyone stared at him and sweat dropped.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Shenlong turned off the TV and sat back. He had more fun in the last seven days then he had in centuries. But, all good things come to an end and now his fun was over. The dragon smiled and picked up a sheet of stamps. He flicked his long tongue out over the back of them, then stuck them on an envelope. The envelope was labeled, "The Universes Funniest Wishes", which just so happened to be Shenlong's favorite TV program next to his soap opera. He wouldn’t be surprised if he won the 100,000-dragon dollars first place prize and if he didn’t, well then…as Goku said, there was always next week.

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Chapter 6 / Bulma’s Hideout