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Transformation adventures in the dragonball universe
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Chapter #5

Lady Vegeta off to check in with the wife

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First there was the shock.

Then the need to prove that he was telling the truth.

Then the ordeal of sitting through Bulma hysterical cackling.

Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans, heir to the throne, and the greatest warrior of the galaxy gripped his arms in annoyance as his wife pointed and laughed at his face.

"Are you just about finished, woman?" He huffed in irritated. Even that huff betrayed his new form. Not as harsh as it should be, much more husky. It was one of a variety of ridiculous changes he had been subjected to today. "In case you've forgotten, it was your device that put me in this miserable position. Not to mention allowing it to fall into the hands of that insufferable old man!"

His protests only made Bulma laugh harder, slapping her hands on her desk in delight. Her desk was polished to such a sheen, Vegeta couldn't help but see his own reflection glaring back at him.

There were many ways in which he was unchanged. His muscles were largely intact. His eyebrows were a little thinner, but they still maintained the imperious gaze that the royal family was known for. His hair was more complicated. It still stood at attention, directing upward towards the heavens, exactly as a Saiyan should reach for. But it wasn't as uniform as before. There were strands that refused to maintain its attentive posture, dangling off the edge of his rigid haircut. His sideburns had given way to a longer strand of hair, covering part of his ear. The front of his hair wasn't slicked up past his forehead. Where once it was lacking, he now possessed some bangs that reached down past his left eyebrows. In fact, if he parted it the wrong way, the bang could cover his left eye entirely. He didn't like the idea that even part of his rage at this situation could be obscured, much less his rage at the world. He imagined perverts like Roshi might say it added elegance or mystery to a woman. Blech.

And then there was the matter of his figure. He would never be willing to hear any word implying that he might be something resembling short. But it was undeniable that he had lost an inch or two. That weight had clearly been diverted elsewhere, adding a pronounced hip and chest that was apparent even within his oversized clothes.

There was no doubt. He was a Saiyan woman now.

He returned his focus to his cackling wife, wishing he could burn the intensity of his frustration into her skull.

"O-oh come on, lighten up!" She struggled to verbalize her thoughts between laughs. "This could be good for you, 'woman.'"

"Hmph. Easy for you to say. If Roshi was able to steal that invention, imagine if he stole something he could use against yourself."

Bulma's humor quickly vanished, the concept leaving her nauseous. "Alright, alright, fair point. I'll tighten up security."

"That's what I thought. Now, help return me to normal. I see no point to remain like this for any longer."

Bulma fought off her desire to smirk again. "I didn't realize being a woman was so painful, dear."

"But of course it is! I am the Prince of All Saiyans! I can't be walking around like some common human woman!"

"Go on."

"I will! The indignity of such an existence is-"

But he cut himself off, staring at Bulma closely. Her expression hadn't changed an iota, but he could sense a dangerous energy emanating from beneath the surface. An energy that paralleled the sort of terror enacted by Frieza or Cell.

He had made an error of some kind and he best course corrected.

"...Of course, that's a... generalization. An unfair one. As long as I am returned to normal, there are... no other complaints to make."

"That's what I thought."

But Bulma returned her focus to her desk. Vegeta didn't understand any of this techno business, but he couldn't think of any reason not to trust Bulma's work. Doubting her was a dangerous path.

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