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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 5

          Goku fidgeted in his seated position on the couch, nearly hugging the siding, it must look funny in this body, the usual stern confident posture looking for the world like a twelve year old boy whom just broke a house rule. He couldn’t stop the slight smile tugging on his lips; if Vegeta seen the way he was reacting in his body, needless to say the Prince wouldn’t be all that pleased, ruining his image. Goku momentarily forgotten about his uneasiness and allowed a light snicker, the thought of acting out ever Un-Vegeta thing he could manage while alone was too much of a good thing.

            “What’s so funny Vegeta?” Goku’s head snapped to the side, Chichi’s question was spoken in such a soft delicate voice, the kind of tone he haven’t heard her taking in so very long; the usual highlights of bitterness lost in her voice, and for a fleeting moment he completely forgotten about his predicament, and ‘who’ he was. How could he not, there she was, his beautiful wife, wrapped in her purple silk robe, her hair tumbling over his shoulders, her dark eyes wide, and those small lush lips moist with saliva, it brought him back to the days, before Gohan when they shared their nights beside the fire and actually enjoyed each others company. He felt like a young man again, impressed and enthralled by his new wife, her soft voice whispering her love and admiration of his strength.

            He smiled gazing into her eyes, this was his Chichi, and a Chichi he missed, he raised his hand to her, welcoming her. There it was again, his good ol’ Chi, her soft shy giggle always made him happy, and her rough hand slid into his own; harden by all the years of hard work and chores. He pulled her gently to him, settling her on his lap, weaving a hand into her loose dark tresses, and like their very first time she slowly inched closer and leaned in, pressing her small sweet lips to his own. Goku groaned, cupping the back of her neck, deepening the shy kiss. His other hand travelled down her side and over the curve of her hip. Their lips parted and eyes lidded, Chichi smiled at him, smoothing his cheek. “Vegeta…”

            Her soft whispering voice washed over him like a bucket of ice, Chichi was not doing this to him, her husband - no she was smiling sweetly for the Prince. He pushed himself from the couch, making Chichi flop onto the floor in a ungraceful heap, her face twisted – not in anger, of deep hurt – “Chichi, what were you doing?”

            He sounded like an idiot, he knew, but looking down at this woman, seeing the shame and hurt radiating from her squashed any anger he could possibly feel. Instead he wanted answers, just simple answers. He felt horrified on some aspects as well, for started he just kissed and groped his wife in Vegeta’s body, and his wife begun this whole thing, secondly the fact that his usual angry wife was shaking from sobs, quickly staggering to her feet, ready to bolt form the room to salvage some pride. “Wait! No stop Chichi, talk to me… please.”

            Chichi froze on the spot, the level of weirdness amplified, Vegeta saying her name, asking her to talk, and above all else using manners, and for a moment she believed this whole day was nothing but a stupid dream, turning into a very messed up nightmare of sorts. “I’m sorry Vegeta, I’ve… I’ve never done such a thing before… and I don’t…” She paused, leaning against the doorframe, exasperated.

            Goku stepped closer, reaching out to hold her shoulders. He cared for this woman, he always had, and to see her so lost, so troubled, he needed to fix this. “Chichi, come sit.” Directing her slowly to the couch he sat her down, rubbing her shoulders, calming her down. “Why did you come on to Ve… Me?” He laid her head on his shoulder, somehow needing some comfort for himself, and silently he prayed his wife wasn’t in love with the rude prince, it would be a damn good blow to his ego- although he was sure Vegeta didn’t even bat a eye at Chichi.

            “I’m lonely… and well.” She took a deep breath, and slowly expelled it from her lugs, tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, and she fought to keep them back. “I’m tired of crying, I use to be an Amazon princess, a warrior, and now look at me, I’m a wreck. I spent my whole adult life trying to be a good wife and mother, only to end up being a signal mother!” Goku felt Chichi tremble beside him, and his eyes downcast as he listened. “He use to be here, he use to love being home with me, and Gohan when he was just a little, little boy, then you guys started showing up. When he first died and was gone for that year, even Gohan was gone; I was alone, so terribly alone, my father was a poor substitute of my family. I was so angry when he came back and you left him a bloody mess, so angry and relieved to have him back. Then once again he leaves, chasing after a fight, then once it was finally over he refuses to come back! Until he was ready! Until he was ready to come back and play home.” Chichi shook her head, her cheeks flushed. “That was when it started, you know, when I started to hate him for hurting me, for leaving me like that. Bulma finally convinced me it was just apart of his nature, because he was an alien. When he came back he had to do something else. Things were a routine then Vegeta, this is how the day started eat, train, eat, train some more, and then some more, have dinner, run off with our son, then come back late in the night to sleep. Oh, there was sometimes he threw me a bone out of those years, once every now and again he lay on top of me and just hump me. He whispered he loved me at the end of it and just hold me. I felt so angry. The passion and desire long gone. I don’t care how selfish that sounds! I needed more, I wanted more, I deserved more…” Goku listened as Chichi screamed, whispered, and cried through her pain, not saying a damn word, she did deserve more, more than he gave, and he knew he didn’t love her the way she deserved. Chichi is a good woman. “That’s why I scream more so than talk Vegeta, I’m full of this hurt and anger, it ate at me over and over, but I couldn’t do anything. Everyone looks so highly up at Goku, and praise him high and low for saving us all, and it made me feel so guilty for hating him like that, so I tired, Kami knows I tired Vegeta. When he came back the day of Buu, and the way he whispered my name, kami, I feel all over again, and for that moment I forgot how much I loathed what he had done to me. Once it was all over and done with, I believed he would remain home, with me, with a son he didn’t know. There haven’t been any threats since then; all is right in the world yeah? Yet, he still isn’t home… He runs off whenever he can, fishing, training, or to you, the moment you call he is gone in a flash, everything else is far more important than me, and you ask why I threw myself at you? How could I not?” Her eyes gleamed as she kept his gaze. “I hated Saiyans, thinking all of you abandon anything for something that’s nothing, like Goku, but look at you. Look at the things you’ve done over the decades. You’ve never left Bulma, raised your boy with her, you’re there. At home, pushing a woman who wanted to act out adultery with you, and instead you refused it, and will sit here and listen to a broken woman cry…”

            Goku lifted his head, resting his chin on her head, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and held her tightly. He wronged Chichi, for years he had, used her to raise their boys and feed him. He always knew he wasn’t innocent for their crumpling marriage, but he hadn’t realized how much damage he was doing, he never bothered to ask, he never really wanted to know, honestly. But the moment he realized what Chichi was doing – trying to get with the prince- he had to do something and face it all. His biggest concerns and complaints when it came to his wife was his own damn doings. Her rage and hurtful words was her way of defending herself from the neglecting pain he had been causing her over twenty years. His eyes stung as tears fell; he had to make it right. “Chichi you deserve far much more than I could ever give you.”

            Her light chuckle made him smile. “Silly prince, I wouldn’t steal you from Bulma.”

            Goku sighed, being reminded once again, he was Vegeta right now, not Goku to Chichi. He gently lifted her chin making her looking into his eyes. “Chi, I’m sorry. I’ve never known what I caused you, but I think it is best if this time, I leave for good. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy.”

            Chichi frowned, her lips twisting in confusion. “Ve… Vegeta I have no idea what you’re saying.”

            A smile came over Goku’s face, a smile he only ever gave Chichi, and gently tapped their nose’s together.

            “Go…Goku???”

~~~~~~~~ Vegeta ~~~~~~~

            The morning came and once again he felt amazing, not an ach anywhere on his body, and in rare moments like this he smiled, a real genuine smile – not I’m going to kill you slowly smile either – like a giant cat he stretched feeling each muscle and joint.

            “Are you sure you’re Vegeta, because that smile got Goku written all over it.” Vegeta popped open a hazy eye seeing the scared Yamcha propped on a chair peering down at him from his bed. Oh hell no! The sneer and scowl he gave the scared human was all him, not a trace of Goku anywhere but the wild hair. “Whoa, okay, okay, it’s you.”

            “What the fuck do you want human?” growling under his breath, and standing at full height, he watched the human cower.

            “Kami, that’s fucking scary…” Vegeta grinned from Yamcha’s comment; damn right it’s scary, Kakarot finally looks Saiyan.

            “You got some nerve coming in here while I’m sleeping, hell, you got some nerve coming back here!”

            “Vegeta, ummm. Shit I can’t say anything if you keep looking at me like that!”

            “Get to it human…”

            “Look it, I just wanted to apologise okay.”

            Vegeta tilted his head, over the years he came to tolerate Yamcha, even to a point where they actually shared a few drinks. Yamcha was the only human male whom actually had the nerve to speak with him, but that didn’t make him his ‘buddy’ and he defiantly didn’t want to actually see him for the next while. Maybe it was this damn body? “Get out idiot.”

            “Yeah sure… I’ll see you around… I guess.” Yamcha nearly bolted out the door, when Vegeta’s growl increased, louder than he ever heard it.

            Vegeta grumbled under his breath, looking around for something that’ll fit the over sized body. Until he once again was bothered.

            Bulma poked her head in the door, stifling a giggle at an irritated Vegeta. It was all so weird to her, calling out Vegeta’s name and having ‘Goku’ look at her, with a very Vegeta like scorn, god it was just down right wrong. Last night alone threw her out of her norm, hearing ‘Goku’ laugh like Vegeta was just downright scary. Thank Kami Vegeta didn’t have Goku’s strength, thank Kami for little favours; the instant she thought it, she felt guilty, she known better, Vegeta been living here almost twenty years, if he really wanted to take this place over he could have those ten years Goku was dead.

            “Hey you… I got you some clothes, didn’t think you would walk around in that orange outfit, and I know Goku has no problems walking around naked, but I know you wouldn’t. Personally, I wouldn’t mind, and I doubt my mother would have an issue of a naked Goku roaming the house.” Bulma stifled another giggle from the horror on Vegeta’s face, no doubt thinking Goku might be walking around his home naked, yeah Chichi would like the view of a naked Prince, Bulma was sure of it.

            “Woman call that idiot’s house now!”

            “Be more specific, you call almost everyone I know an idiot.”

            “Kakarot, call him now! I will not have him parading me around in the buff!”

            Bulma smiled, and leaned against the frame. “Okay, I’m pretty sure Goku wouldn’t do that. But… oh” Suddenly a glassiness came over Bulma’s eyes.

            Vegeta’s eyes narrowed. “Oh what?”

            A devilish smile came over her. “Well, you both need to shower. Just think of it, Goku will be running his hands all over your body… maybe you should go over there and wash yourself, and he could wash himself huh?” Bulma wagged her eyebrow suggestively.

            Instead of fury, or a quick response, Vegeta stood still. Horror written all over his face, Kakarot was going to wash his body, his body! That was just wrong above every level, there wouldn’t be an inch the earth bound Saiyan wouldn’t see; and oddly enough he felt heat raise to his cheeks, not of embarrassment, but he be damned if he let the woman know that. “Woman, just get the damn ship ready immediately, I want to be on my way to fix this by tomorrow.”

            Bulma scoffed. “I can’t bleed tears from a stone Vegeta, you’re asking too much, I can’t do it that fast.”

            Vegeta smirked. “I thought you were a genius woman?”

            Okay another chapter down. I must say, I know there is a lot out there that hate Bulma and Chichi, but I honestly can’t, I feel for chichi, poor gal. Goku isn’t the most dutiful husband and at times he is just too clueless to understand. So I just came up with tangible reasons why they would go else where without making them look like itches, if anything Vegeta and Goku are assholes, and assholes deserve each other haha.

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Topbear – Yup dear Prince Vegeta is a merkas, and he can make babies. Goku is just a regular male Saiyan. And yes he can get Vegeta pregnant or vise versa heheheheh. Thank you

Animeslave18 – ohh yes indeed she is lol. And merkas, I actually just came up with it, knowing now its an actual word is kinda cool, yay lol. But I was thinking what term could I use for Vegeta instead of mother because that just sounds creepy, and papa and daddy for vegeta and goku sounds to earthy, so Merkas for Vegeta. Thanks for the review xoxo

Didi- I hope you enjoed. Thank you for the love xox

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Durorcommonsense- Vegeta is the Merkas, his body. Right now he is in Goku’s body, but from the moment he was born the Prince of all Saiyans is a merkas. XD

Dreamsdocometrue10- Thank you, enjoy XD

Cara2012- yes he must accept it , thank you and I try to be different lol

Aki1- Yes Vegeta make us all babies hehhe. Thank you for the review.

Nicenipps_ Thank you for the review and the read, I hope you enjoy this.

Nosylla- Thank you, xoxox

Guest- yo dawg, hahahha thank you for the review, and the rule of science – you can’t fight biology.

Guest 2- Thank you, hugs back. Enjoy ;)

Mjmusiclover – Muah xox, thank you. I hope you enjoy future chapters.

Laurie and Ladyfalcon- And more you shall receive! xoxox
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