Here is sit, firmly locked in flesh that does not belong to me.  But that's nothing new.  I do it all the time.  But for perhaps the first time I wish to keep this body for my own.  It wouldn't be too difficult.  It's not like the previous owner is gonna come back.
    The first rule of body switching is to know your target.  This rule only applies if and when you are going to come into contact with people who intimately knew the subject.  And I planned on doing more than that.  I planned on waltzing into Capsule Corporation like the Prince of Saiyans as if nothing at all was amiss.  I wasn't overly-confident, mind you.  But I figured I knew enough to bull shit.  After all, how hard it is to be an asshole?
    Now, enough with this narrative.  I'll begin from the beginning.

    The switch was too easy.   He wouldn't have worried about a ningen like me with no ki to speak of.  Even after I calmly waltzed into his Gravity room.  I made up some lie about checking the meter or something.  I knew he wouldn't know what i was talking about anyway.  As soon as he turned his back i relaxed and closed my eyes and forced my spirit from it's shell and was streaking towards the Saiyan like a comet.
    We collided and his spirit was knocked out and flew into my old body as all souls instinctively and instantly find a place to go.  I wiggled my fingers and toes and then opened my eyes.  The connection was complete.  I saw a little blond human staring at me in dawning horror.  It is always strange to see yourself looking at you without a mirror involved.
    "What?"  I heard the human squeak.  Before it was conscious thought I was in her face and my fist was sailing towards the blonde head.  Impact was hard and messy and the sounds of brains splattering across the floor was one I'd never heard before.
    "My God."  I rasped.  The alien voice ringing in my ears.  Before I could dwell on it I powered up and incinerated the corpse until it was nothing but a pile of ashes.
    Then I ran to the door, flung it open, and threw up.