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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 4

            Vegeta landed on C.C grounds with a light thud; his mood soured more-so then usual, although, intimidating Kakarot was an added bonus, though he hated the look of fear in ‘his’ own eyes. All those years of training his ‘don’t fuck with me’ look all shot to hell for the next while all thanks to his stupid little wish; ‘be more like Kakarot’ not be Kakarot. A big difference, a difference he is going to have to deal with for the next while. Now the oh-so exciting job of explaining what happened without being gushed over and greeted happily by everyone.

            He walked briskly through the hallways of his home, turning corners, and praying he dodge the other occupants of the home; he wasn’t in the mood to bump into Bulma’s mother and he was damn sure if he started calling out to Bulma the others would hear Kakarot’s higher pitch voice and come running like dogs at dinner time.

            His nose twitched, it was a scent of a woman, it didn’t smell appealing to him; strange, there were small hints of sweeten fruit; Bulma. He followed the scent, snorting out the pungent aroma ever once and awhile. He stepped into an old office and noticed Bulma, her back was to him, her head tossed back ever so slightly, and she was expelling little pants. “What is going on here?!”

            Bulma jumped up, fixing her skirt as she fixed her hair. “Go… Goku? What are you doing here?”

            Vegeta growled his fist tightening. Then there he came up, Yamcha popped up his head, blue in the face, until he saw an orange clad Saiyan and not the blue clad one, his face went calm and the Vegeta snarled when Yamcha actually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed. “Oh hey man what’s up? What are you here for?”

            Vegeta felt his brow twitched. “I’m here to talk to the woman.” Vegeta snarled. “Alone; now!”

            Bulma and Yamcha stood stun, unsure on what to do in this situation. “Umm okay man, chill out.” Yamcha turned to Bulma, both shared a smile. “I’ll see you later babe.” He gave her a kiss, not an innocent peck, but a quick yet sensual goodbye kiss. Yamcha timidly walked passed an obvious pissed off looking Goku. Must be something wrong at home or the world is in danger once again Yamcha thought.

            Vegeta watched Yamcha saunter off like a rat in a maze through the hallway. Vegeta turned his eyes on Bulma. “Care to explain yourself?”

            “Oh come off it Goku, lets just forget this even happened okay?” Bulma sighed, slumping in her chair; this was the last thing she needed.

            “No, I think I would like an explanation.” Vegeta moved in closer, he leaned forward on the desk, his palms holding the sides.

            Bulma pouted angrily, glaring up at ‘Goku’ or so she believed. “Goku, look I know you got to fix everything and make everything right.” Bulma sat up. “But this cannot be made right.” Bulma slouched in her chair, her hands covering her face. “Goku you wouldn’t understand. This is between me and my avoidant husband.”

            Bulma jumped from her seat when Vegeta slammed his palms down on the desk, her frightful eyes looked up when a large form came over her. That look on his face, so familiar. Goku’s usual happy voice was laced with unadulterated anger as he spoke, and her blood ran cold. “Between you and you’re ‘avoidant husband’, from what I know, we never married.”

            Bulma’s voice faltered. “Goku… what is wrong with you?”

            “I’m not ‘Goku’, I’m just stuck in this fucking body for some unknown reason. No woman, I fear that you have to give me that bloody explanation, or so help me woman…”

            “Ve… Vegeta is that really you in there?” Bulma’s eyes grew more fearful.

            “Yes, it’s me.” Vegeta felt the tremors of rage wrack throughout his body, his sight becoming fuzzy, he knew he needed to get out of there now, away from her, or he would do something he will regret. “I am going to my room. I expect you there in one hour exactly, and you better have a damn good excuse on what I saw just now.” Vegeta straightened, his fist clenched tightly, he stomped away, smashing a knuckle against a brick wall on the need to release some anger. He needed to think.

            Bulma palmed her face, little sobs hitching in her burning throat; Kami what had I done?

~~~ Mount Paozu ~~~

            Goku smirked, his feet kicked up after eating the buffet Chichi prepared; He was mildly surprised that Goten didn’t think much on ‘Vegeta’ being here for a week, he actually seemed quite happy, and even happier about it will be just them for the week, he was even all the more surprised that Goten was fine with no Trunks, and no contact what-so-ever. Heck all the more shocking was Goten was acting different around him, not in a bad way either. Strange.

            “Good meal mom! You outdid yourself this time; I guess you went all out for the Prince of all Saiyans eh mom.” Goten chuckled, making elbow motions to Vegeta. Goku just stayed silent grunting from time to time; still unsure how Vegeta would be in this kind of situation. “Vegeta-sama, I know this real cool place where we can do some training and be alone for awhile.”

            Goku usually hop to the idea, but now, he just shook his head, there’s no way he can train, Goten would beat him to a pulp. “Maybe later brat.” Yup, he inwardly smiled, defiantly Vegeta behaviour. Goten just smiled and nodded, thinking perhaps the all mighty prince was tired.

            Chichi nodded, dapping her lips with a handkerchief. “Please Goten, excuse yourself. I need to talk to Vegeta about how to behave properly in my home.” Goku raised a brow, her home? When was the aspect of her and her Goku’s home become void? “I am sure you have plenty of homework to do.”

            Goten sighed, “Yeah mom. Take it easy on the rules; I’m sure Vegeta don’t want to lose his head.” Goten snickered, bowing in departure, only to leave a small kiss on Chichi’s head, and a squeeze on Goku’s shoulder. Once again Goku found himself confounded, when did Chichi ‘mellow’ out, he remembered she was like a lunatic with Gohan’s studies, carving his path when he wasn’t even school age, yet she mildly reminded Goten of his.

            Chichi stood from her seat, placing her napkin on her half eaten plate of food. “Please Vegeta, come with me to the living room.” Goku didn’t say a word, only stood with an ‘hn’ and followed his wife.

            “Oh, yes, before I forget!” Chichi turned quickly. “I take it there wasn’t any… clean clothing for you to wear…” Chichi rolled her eyes up, trying not to stare at said clothing. “I am sure there is some upstairs for you, I am positive Gohan left some behind.”

            Goku nodded his head, “Thank you Chi.”

            Chichi step back once again, and smiled with a light blush. “Your welcome. Please go make yourself comfortable in the living room.” She scurried off upstairs quickly, only to glance back once more. For the first time Goku felt very uncomfortable in his own home…

~~~~~~ Capsule Corp ~~~~~

            Vegeta sat on the edge of his bed, for over an hour he waited and thought about everything he and Bulma had done, good and bad, the arguments, the passion, and somehow he knew, it was doomed to fail, all because of his pride. He palmed his face, shame and hurt, he should have done this years ago. Timid knocks on his door made him raise his head; he knew she has been there for twenty minutes, building her courage to knock. “Come in Bulma.”

            The door slipped silently open, he eyed the woman pressing her back against the wall, slipping in. Vegeta had felt hurt over this, yet he couldn’t blame the woman; she was terrified of him, of the possibilities. He done his best to ease her, remaining seated on the bed, he gave her a small sad smile. “I won’t hurt you Bulma. There’s not much we can say to defend our strained relationship.”

            Bulma placed a hand over her pounding heart; she knew this as well, prepared for the finale, yet, facing it was an entirely different manner. “No, Vegeta. We could fix this, we could be happy!” She shyly came closer. “I am sorry, I hurt you, I was stupid. Pleas”

            Vegeta lifted his head, cutting off her speech. “Bulma. Stop. You are not an idiot so don’t pretend to be. I am neglectful of you, and I do not care for you the way you want. I can’t.”

            “No, Vegeta, don’t let the past hinder you! You are not evil, you can love!” Bulma gain courage, enough to stand before the Prince and lay her hands on his shoulder. “I know you can.”

            Vegeta shook his head, his emotionless mask breaking, just enough for a stray tear of frustration to spill. He grunted, he warred himself over the years, hide and lied to himself for far too long, he couldn’t keep up the charade, if he does, then he knew all his future relationships will fail. He looked up to the woman, a woman whom clothed him, sheltered him, and gave him love and a child, and what had he done for her, other than protection. “Bulma, you don’t understand. Sit.” He padded the vacant spot beside him, only for her fear to return slightly. “Indulge me. Please.”

            Bulma gave a curt nod, settling herself stiffly beside her lover in the body of her long time friend. Vegeta sighed, a hand coming to rub his sore forehead. “Bulma, what I am going to tell you I’ve never admitted to anyone, even to myself. You must understand beforehand, I am the Prince of a revered race of warriors, and to be in such a position I had found myself in at a young age would be disgraceful to my lineage. The reason why I could only come to you for…”

            Bulma cut in, knowing she would have to fill in some blanks for the articulated prince. “Sex.”

            Vegeta grumbled under his breath, cursing the woman’s vulgar nature. “Yes…intercourse. Only certain times in a year I would come to you were because I was… in heat. For humans it is monthly, for us it is every three months.” Vegeta grunted in disgust at himself. “Ah, fuck I cannot do this.”

            Bulma moved in, wrapping her arm over his shoulder, soothing and coaxing him. “Please Vegeta, you owe it to me and yourself.”

            Vegeta nodded, yes he did owe it to her. “There are three different types of Saiyans, for humans there is only male and female. For Saiyans there are male, female, and… merkas.”

            Bulma’s scientific mind jolted, and her curiosity bloomed, nearly ready to grab a few notebooks and analyze. “Merkas are Saiyan males, whom are like… females.”

            “What do you mean, like females?”

            “Stop interrupting, I’m the one telling the story here.” Vegeta sneered, he took a long drawn breath, steadying himself. “Merkas can conceive and carry children. They are rare, it was an evolving thing, the female population was becoming scarce so we adapted. My birther was a merkas; he died giving birth to my younger brother Tarble.”

            “Whoa wait there bud, you had two male fathers, and a younger brother?! Where is he?”

            Vegeta growled and snapped his teeth at her in irritation. “Yes a male, a father and a merkas, my father choose him because he was the strongest out of the batch. As for Tarble, I don’t know. He was sent off to an unexplored part of the universe, due to his extremely low power level, father didn’t think he could survive Frezia. As for the other question, I do not know if he is alive, or where he is.”

            Bulma scowled. “Did you ever try to find out? Go look for him or anything?”

            “Yes brilliant plan Bulma, rummage around hundreds of unexplored galaxies forever with the hope that I may find him, hell, he could be dead for all I know. I take solace in believing he lives happily with whatever planet habitants, never knowing of horrors.” Vegeta and Bulma both sighed taking a moment. That moment stretched into a ten minutes of silence, again Vegeta found himself squirming with the truth, fighting to continue it, only to curse. “Fuck… I’m a merkas! There I said it; I am a god damn mother fucking merkas!”

            Bulma however wasn’t so shocked with the news; she pieced it together a while back, although she was slightly surprised from his outburst. She bit back a smart ass comment, letting him continually walk around the room, cursing and spluttering, finally admitting to himself of what he was. A merkas, she smiled.

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Geta6310: Awe thank you, now don’t give your mom a heart attack with the scare next time :P I think you may see the women in a different light when I’m done. Thank you

Anon: Thank you for reviewing, and yes Goku is liking the freedoms in speech he has now in Vegeta’s body, and I don’t think Vegeta will be able to master the other’s power, since it will take so long to meditate to bring it out. Vegeta isn’t that patient lol

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The diabolical switch!