VeGEta 1/2
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ranma 1/2 or Dragonball Z.
He knew they were all against him. Ever since he fell in
that accursed spring people were intentionally splashing him with cold
water. They wanted to see him as a girl. Imagine! The
prince of all Saiyans turned into a princess. It was enough to make
him cry. And crying happened so easily in girl form. It was
strange. When someone, usually Roshi, Yamcha, or Tien grabbed at
him in female form he'd found himself close to tears on several occasions.
And now Kakarotto was at it too.
Just the other day at Capsule Corp, Yamcha "accidentally" spilled cold
water on Vegeta and Kakarotto "accidentally" grabbed his ass. Vegeta
was utterly humiliated "she" almost burst into tears on the spot but instead
shrieked in fury and ran inside to take a hot shower.
Today was such a day. They were all at Roshi's even though Vegeta
begged Bulma to let him stay home. She insisted that he was strong
enough to take care of himself even in girl form. Vegeta knew but
didn't dare say that it wasn't true. If anyone knew that his female
form decreased his strength to half of what it was he feared they would
take advantage.
And they would too, because unknown to him, 18 had gathered all the
Dragonballs one day and wished that all men be attracted to Vegeta's girl
form and do whatever they had to to get some nookie from him/her.
18 hated Vegeta with a passion
as he hated her. Ever since their first confrontation had they
felt so towards each other.
So Vegeta sat by himself away from everyone else immersed in his own
thoughts.
Then it happened.
Cold water poured down his spin and a feminine scream burst from her
lips.
"Bastard!" she cried, jumping to her feet. All she was wearing
was a wife beater; which her breasts were nearly popping out of and her
nipples could clearly be seen. The shorts Vegeta had put on were
also just hanging off her hips. She whirled in fury and slapped Master
Roshi who flew into the side of the house.
"Hey bitch!" a familiar voice growled and grabbed her wrist, spinning
her around.
"Let go of me you asshole!" Vegeta cried, trying unsuccessfully to
pull away. Yamcha grinned devilishly.
"Not so tough now, are you? I guess this would be a good time
to teach you a lesson for stealing Bulma away from me." He whispered.
Vegeta's eyes widened in fear as Yamcha brushed her auburn hair away from
her face. She absently wished that her hair still stuck up in female
form, but instead it grew as soft and fine as Bulma's and hung in her face.
"Don't you dare!" she hissed and spat in his face. "I'll kill
you if you touch me!"
"Oh really? And when Bulma asks you why you killed me, what will
you say?" He pressed himself against her and she felt his member
rock-hard against her thigh.
"Stop!" she screamed hitting him with all her might and not doing the
slightest damage.
"Yamcha!" Yamcha stiffened and his erection vanished as Bulma all but
growled his name. "He slowly turned to face her, releasing Vegeta
at the same time. Vegeta leapt back and turned on her heel and took
off, flying toward CC.
Bulma stormed up to Yamcha, her rage very apparent.
"What is your problem? How dare you do such a thing to him?
Have you no honor?" she spat. Yamcha stared at her in confusion before
comprehension dawned. Bulma saw the change in his features and for
a moment she wondered if he even knew what he was doing. But he had
to.. "Are you drunk?" she demanded and began to sniff the air.
"N-no! I can't believe I just did that!" he paled and began to panic.
"I don't know what came over me! Vegeta is going to kill me!"
He wrung his hands in despair. Bulma frowned. What the hell
was going on? She and ChiChi had both noticed how the guys acted
when Vegeta was in girl form. And now that she thought about it,
they doused Vegeta with cold water every chance they got. But why?
Were they gay? No way in hell! Were they just sick in the head?
She didn't think so... But why then were they doing this to poor
Vegeta? To embarrass him? Yamcha wouldn't be above such a thing,
but Goku would, and yet she and ChiChi had noticed that he too acted weird
when Vegeta was a girl.
Vegeta burst in the house barely able to fight the tears that threatened
to spill.
"Damn it!" she cried. He would have raped me... The
thought was enough to send Vegeta running to the bathroom where she clutched
the rim of the toilet and gagged for fifteen minutes. Then she began
to cry, her whole body shaking. A second later Bulma walked in and
immediately wished she had knocked. Vegeta glared at her furiously
but before she could protest Bulma knelt down next to her and wrapped her
arms around her.
"I'm sorry Vegeta." She murmured. Vegeta cried into her hands
as Bulma held her.
"Why?" was all she could manage.
"I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to find out. Until
then you take a shower and go to sleep, ok?" Vegeta nodded numbly
and pulled off her shirt. Bulma shook her head in admiration.
Vegeta really was a beautiful girl. She almost laughed but held it
in for Vegeta's sake.
Bulma climbed into bed hours later. Vegeta had gone to sleep after
his shower and now was in the throes of some nightmare she gathered from
the pained mumbling issuing from his lips. Her features twisted in
concern and she gently shook him to wake him. He sat up with a gasp
and stared at Bulma without recognition. She felt her heart twist
as he still trembled before her.
"Are you ok?" she asked quietly, not able to stop concern from creeping
into her voice. Vegeta frowned.
"I'm fine." He muttered and then took her completely by surprise by
grabbing her and pulling her down on the bed with him. Her buried
his face in her long, aqua hair and just held her. She caressed his
body in an effort to calm him all the while her heart clenching in pain.
He fell asleep long before she did and Bulma felt her conviction rise.
She had to find out what was going on before something bad happened.
She had to end this madness before Yamcha did something that he would regret.
She wished to Kami that there were no such thing as ancient Chinese curses.
She felt a need to protect Vegeta, which she never dreamed she'd feel.
But she was losing her trust in all her old friends. She'd heard
the comments they'd inadvertently let slip. She saw the looks they
gave Vegeta. She knew it could only mean one thing. If any
of them was ever alone with Vegeta they would try to hit him with cold
water and transform him. What she didn't understand was why he didn't
fight.
But then she remembered the scene earlier. Vegeta had fought
Yamcha, but in his female form he was a lot stronger than ChiChi but it
was still not good enough.
Bulma bit her lip in agony. She had to find out what was going
on at all costs.
With firm resolve she left CC and headed to Dende's outlook.
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