Bulma looked at her "husband". She smiled.


"So, what do you mean, are you going to help me hang up the laundry now?"


"You repeat yourself! This is women stuff!"


Vegeta started. What was going on again? Did Bulma have helium in the thing she shot him with, or why did his voice suddenly sound so squeaky?


“Couldn't your women’s stuff be called women’s business?” Bulma looked deep into the black eyes of the Saiya-jin.


Vegeta couldn't quite find the words for what he wanted to say. And with that Mickey Mouse voice he didn't want to say a word more than was absolutely necessary anyway. So he just nodded.


"Great!" Called the woman. "If even you call it a woman's business, you can help me right away!"


"Are you sitting on your ears, or what? I'm a prince and not a princess. Do your shit alone!" Vegeta almost yelled at his partner and that stupid voice sounded extremely strange.

Bulma smiled again. "So, so you're a prince ... sure?"


She approached Vegeta reverently and lightly patted his chest with her finger. "Have men got that too lately?"


Vegeta first looked at her and then looked down at his body.


The wind carried a high-pitched scream through the front yard of the Briefs, followed by a volley of laughter.


Vegeta panicked and rushed to the second floor of the Capsule Corp. , then on to his bedroom in front of the large mirror in the closet.


With wide eyes he stared at the creature behind the mirror:


A middle-aged woman with clothes that were a little too big, black eyes and hair, with a small braid in front of her left eye looking its way over her forehead.


"THAT'S NOT ME!!!" Vegeta yelled, smacking the mirror to mirror dust in his anger.


Bulma came into the room laughing and saw the Saiya-jin slumped on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"Do you like the new you?" She asked with a mocking undertone.


Vegeta jumped up and gruffly grabbed Bulma by the arm.


"Why did you do that? Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to find yourself as a man in a woman's body?"


"Let go of me, otherwise I won't say anything!", She replied and pulled away with all her might.


“Answer!” Vegeta stood leaning against the wall as usual, using one leg as a support.


Bulma took a deep breath and explained: "I just wanted you to help me around the house at least once! If you are good today, I'll transform you back tomorrow morning." casually in the hand to and fro. Vegeta growled something softly. Finally he growled at Bulma: "If you call me 'Vegeta' even once when I'm out of the house, then I'll put this place in ruins!"


"Why?"


"Well, what does that look like?"Vegeta shouted angrily." Kakarott would have had a reason to tease me all my life!


"Goku is dead!"


"Well then just Gohan or whoever! You don't call me Vegeta and that's that!"


“What else should I call you?” Bulma slowly became more cautious with her remarks, because she didn't feel like loading Vegeta's anger on her shoulders.


"We need an alias," she stated. "Let me think ... Vegeta is a spice on earth ... I know we just call you tarragon!"


Vegeta looked at Bulma in disbelief.


Suddenly Trunks stuck his head through the door and shouted, beaming with joy: "Tarragon, delicious, when?"


"Ahh, Trunks, have you thought about training after all?" Vegeta burst out.


Trunks eyed him curiously. "Who are you? Do we know each other?"


Bulma touched her head. That idiot had forgotten that his name was different now.

Evasive Vegeta replied: "Ahh ... not so direct. I'm your father's Schester. Just arrived. My name is tarragon." She smiled at Trunks but behind her forehead it began to work feverishly. ´How can I survive this for a whole day without embarrassing myself completely? `


Vegeta ignored the ´Aha´ from his son.




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