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The diabolical switch!	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

            Goku awoke to the unusual sound of silence; he frowned wondering where the usual sounds of birds chirping have gone. He cracked a weary eye open, once again finding himself in question. He was sure he went to sleep under the stars in a hammock, not laying in a bed in this darken room. He sat up in haste eyeing his surroundings and groaned under the stiffness and stress on his lower back, rubbing the sore area with his palm he looked around. He must have IT here in his sleep, he heard a light humming coming from the hall, which he recognized immediately, Mrs Briefs; funny, he IT to Capsule Corp.

            He wasn’t all to concerned, he had been here many a time when he was younger, even lived here for a point of time, and he knew he was always welcomed here. He yawned stretching out his limbs causing the ache to intensify. What the heck did I do? He never felt pain like this before, Vegeta must have gotten him good. He tried to stretch out the pain, loosen the muscles; unfortunately he only aggravated it all the more. With a sigh he moved on, he could always use a senzu or even go to Dende if it didn’t ease up in time, maybe a hot shower would do.

            He dragged his feet, he never felt so tired before in his life, he chuckled thinking maybe age was beginning to catch up, he was around the right age for it to start; but so suddenly and hard? Flicking the switches he started the hot shower, he preferred a good hot soak in his drum barrel over the showers, but alas CC was a haven for shower stalls.

He closed his eyes, leaning against the stall letting the hot spray warm the affected area, feeling the muscles loosen under the therapy.

            He let his sense’s go, feeling out the busy bodies in the building at to work, pushing outward he noticed Vegeta’s energy was no where around, he shrugged it off thinking perhaps he had left to do solitary training. Gosh I cannot believe how drained I feel. He idly looked up to the shower head and frowned, he was near eye to eye with the thing, now its higher, they must have done some renovating here.

            Turning off the shower he sighed from the wonderful feeling of being cleaned and the added bonus the pain had receded into a very tolerable ache; but his breath was a whole different manner all together. He riffled through the medicine cabinet, knowing the Briefs kept an abundance of toiletries for guest. Ripping open the package, he started the necessary and mundane task of cleaning his teeth. The mirror fogged with the steam of his shower, idly he passed the brush over his teeth in fluent and precise sweeps, and his mind wandered.

            His mind drifted to the prince, wondering how he done this task, did he scrunched his lips upwards from the sharp mint taste, or even made silly faces. He chuckled with his idea, and unknowingly started to act them out. One face he made, he had to see. His eyes nearly crossed eyed, toothbrush sticking to the side, his tongue on the other, teeth bared, eyebrows raise, and his lips scrunched up, he quickly took the towel in hand and wiped the mirror. The screech was heard rang throughout the hallways.

            Goku stared up to the mirror from the floor, hyperventilating, from time to time searching side to side making sure he was alone, and Vegeta wasn’t behind him. He brought up a hand, inspecting, searching, looking down he noticed the scars, scars he had never had, his skin was nearly flawless! No, no, no; this was some freaky dream! His mind was playing tricks on him!

            He stood on shaky legs, wobbling closer to the misty mirror, wiping it down all that much more he stared into his… Vegeta’s face with pure unadulterated horror. He started to pinch and pull the cheeks, his mind whirling. This isn’t happening! “Oh my god…” He slammed his mouth shut, fingering the lips with awe and stock terror, it wasn’t his light voice; instead it was the rough and raspy guttural voice of the one and only prince.

            “Dad! Are you okay in there? I heard a…… shout?....”

            Goku slammed his body against the door, keeping the questioning young boy from coming in. What was he suppose to do? He had begun to panic, his… Vegeta’s chest expanding and collapsing with haste, what was he going to do!? He had to see Vegeta… himself, Vegeta would know what to do!

~~~~ Vegeta ~~~~

            Vegeta snarled and nearly barked at the chirping birds, he raised an arm to shield his eyes from the bright sun; he paused. Sun? Birds? What the fuck? He pried open an eye, scowled as the bright sun and blue skies greeted him. He rose a brow, swinging his legs over the edge, the world fell underneath him. With an ‘ouf’ he fell flat to the dirt below. “What the fuck!”

            He sat himself up looking up to the hammock above him. Confused wasn’t the word, mind boggled and bewildered seem a little more fitting as he looked around. “Kakarot’s house. What am I doing here?” He coughed; surprised by the voice he had spoken in. Must have been something lodged in there. He began to move, expecting the usual pain that would greet him every morning; he raised a brow once he felt nothing at all. Looking over to the hammock he made a quick decision on having one at CC, did wonders for his back.

            “Kaka!” he halted mid shout, bringing a fist to his mouth and coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Kaka!” What was going on with his voice? It was strange and yet familiar.

            “What is your problem Goku?!” Vegeta growled as he saw the hellcat Chichi stomp out onto the porch.

            “Where is that…” Vegeta raised a fist to the woman. “Fool of a husband?”

            “Goku… Are you still asleep?” Chichi was transfixed by her husband’s morning greeting, no ‘Oh hi chi’ or ‘Good morning’ instead he stood tensed and…scowling?

            “What are you blabbering about woman?” Vegeta coughed once again clearing his throat harder. “Tell Kakarot to get out here now!”

            “Goku what are you talking about?”

            “What are you talking about?!” A strap of blue caught his attention. A wristband? A navy blue wristband… he never wore wristbands, his eyes traveled up higher, his arm was thicker, longer… He looked down, his eyes widening. Why am I wearing Kakarot’s clothes!? Slowly he lift his hand to his face, jaw structure squared, not the strong narrow jaw line he had, his mouth… different, eyes wider and fuller, his hand trailed higher, the hair was not his flamed shape, no, not at all, it was a mop of locks. He could feel his blood drain, his mouth grew dry, his legs were moving with such haste inside the shack called a house; before he could register he had moved. He nearly knocked a confused Chichi from his path.

            He nearly tore each door from its frame, slamming them shut once again, shocking a sleepy Goten in his search. Hauling a door free from the frame, destroying the lock in his haste, he had found a mirror. In an instant he was there, staring into a reflection that wasn’t his, he was staring at Kakarot, he had done the very thing Kakarot had that morning, pinching and pulling the cheeks reflected in the mirror. Shock, fear, and uncertainty; only, Vegeta had done something he never had in his life, his eyes rolled and the heavy large body slammed to the floor in dead faint. Yes, the all mighty, prideful, and powerful prince had fainted for the very first time.

            “Dad?” Goten stepped into the washroom slowly, creeping up to his father. “Mom…”

            “Oh leave him Goten, he was just sleep walking sweetie.” Chichi mumbled.

            “He might have hurt himself mom. The least we could do is put him to bed.” Goten scratched his head.

            “Just leave him, I doubt a little fall like that would damage him.” Chichi turned her nose and flicked a dismissive hand; Goku would be fine, he was built like an ox.

~~~~ Goku ~~~~

            He had to get back, he knew Vegeta was in his body, it was the only thing that made sense. Now getting out without bumping into anyone would have been an easy task if it wasn’t for the young man on the other side of the door knocking. What would Vegeta do? Goku didn’t want to raise any suspicions, clearing his throat he started to take on Vegeta’s persona as much as he though he could. “Errr, umm… get out of here……. Brat.”

            “Shesh, last time I worry about you!” Trunks scolded, stomping away much like his mother.

            Goku sighed and smiled, that was easy. Now time to slip out of here. Get to his home and find Vegeta. Cracking open the door, he scanned the area, coast clear. Creeping out like a thief in the night. He nearly smacked his forehead when he realized his was wearing nothing at all; he couldn’t just fly out to his home with nothing on, sure he didn’t care about his nudity, but he was sure Vegeta wouldn’t appreciate everyone getting to see him in his birthday suite. With haste he hauled out some clothing uncaring what it was, or how it looked and pulled it on, jumping off the balcony he pulled the sweater over his head.

            His home came into view and his heart started to pump harder, how was he going to go about this? He touched down on the ground, luckily enough for him Chichi was outside hanging the clothing. “Heya…. I mean… Hello Chichi, where is Ve… Goku?”

            Chichi looked over to the visitor and nearly growled under her breath, of course this day had to get worse for her; but wait a minute… did her just call her by name? She paused looking over to Vegeta, and she couldn’t help it, she started to roll with laughter. Through her mirth, she did her best to explain where her wayward husband lay. “In…. washroom…. sleeping! Heheheh Go…. Get him!” Tears sprang into her eyes, and nearly started hiccupping from how much she was laughing. Bulma mustn’t have dressed him properly.

            Goku scratch his head, and shrugged. “Thank you Chi.” He mentally slapped himself, Vegeta would never say such things, and it seemed Chichi noticed; she stopped laughing all together, just staring at him oddly. He decided to leave this for now; he got to get to where Vegeta was. God this was going to be awkward, how was he supposed to explain this to Vegeta without freaking him out?

            Creaks and groans from the wood below filled the home, he could feel Goten in his room, and oddly he felt his ki emanating from the bathroom, it gave him chills, what a strange experience. Even more odd was staring at his body sprawled out on the floor. Slowly he stepped to the body and lightly nudging the shoulder. He heard Goten’s steps behind him.

            “Vegeta-sama, dad has been out nearly for an hour. He was acting a bit strange this morning, I don’t know if he would be up for a spar.” Goten leaned against the frame, crossing his arms and legs; he grunted lightly, he seem to keep the habit of doing Vegeta’s usual posture when the man was around. He guessed it was because as a boy he was always around the older man; Vegeta was his mentor, and father figure when he was a small boy; a time when he was fatherless.

            Goku didn’t say anything in return, he knew that was a very Vegeta thing to do, he never replied to Gohan and Goten unless, of course, the earth was in danger, well as far as he knew he didn’t.

            Goku watched as Vegeta’s eyes flew open, and locked on his. Oh yeah, that wasn’t weird at all. “So this isn’t a terrorizing nightmare.” Goku gave a light smile, and shook his head.

            “Come on Go… Kaka…rot, we got things to talk about.” He raised a brow, imploring Vegeta, wondering if he was acting appropriately.

            “Yes, it seems we do Prince Vegeta.” Vegeta smirked, so very Vegeta like, and Goku cutely frowned with a pout.

            “Wow! You guys are weird.” Goten chuckled.

            “Shut your mouth brat….Eerrr, I meant, Goten be quiet please.”

            Goten choked on nothing in particular. “Yeah... ummm, is there something going around that I should be worried about, or is this opposite day?”

            “We don’t have time to talk.” Goku grabbed Vegeta’s arm and helped hauled him up. He couldn’t help but feel awe and intimidated; wow was he really that much bigger than Vegeta? He was huge! No wonder Vegeta didn’t like standing near him.

            Vegeta grunted and blasted off, creating his own door, and a nice sky line in the bathroom. “Hey! Chichi will kill me for that!” Goku tensed and paused, looking over to his perplexed son through the mirror; god this wasn’t going to be easy.

I tried to be humorous, sometimes it doesn’t come out well, but I TRIED! Next chapter they will confront the issue and come up with a plan! Ringo1, I liked her idea of Vegeta being damaged, I always like the idea when I read it in other fics, seems like something that is highly possible.

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The diabolical switch!