The Grass is Always Greener - By: Khandy

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama.

Warnings: This story is rated NC-17. That means no under aged readers!

Summary: The ladies of DBZ get-together one afternoon, but before long an innocent conversation turns horribly wrong.

Author's Note: This story is a mixture of several mismatched pairings. In all honestly, I wanted this to be a story with the canon couples, but since I couldn’t come up with a good idea, I created this instead. All who can’t stomach the idea of their favourite couple splitting up for the purpose of this story should steer clear, otherwise sit tight and let the madness ensue.

“Hey, your home early.” Gohan looked up from the book he was reading when Videl quietly walked into the living room. He watched as Videl sat on the couch beside him without a word, furrowing her brow in the oddest expression. “Are you okay, hun?”

“I can’t believe what your mom did just did!” Videl said, replaying in her head what had happened earlier.

Gohan put his book to rest on the coffee table to give his wife his full attention. “What happened, Videl? What did my mother do? Did something happen when you were over there today?”

“You could say that.” Videl chuckled nervously.

“What is it?” Gohan prodded anxiously.

“Your mom and Bulma they…they traded husbands!” Videl stuttered. She turned to Gohan, who was sure to be as shocked as she was, but instead he was stifling a chuckle that had threaten to break his previous resolve. “Gohan! This isn’t funny!”

“C’mon, they are always talking nonsense, I thought you knew this by now?” Her husband shook his head, taking up his book again.

“No.” Videl snapped harshly. “They were serious, you should have saw them…and the things they said! They went off the deep end this time! To think they actually traded husbands! This is madness!”

Gohan chuckled again. “So, they actually said they would go through with it? Didn’t they have that conversation before?”

“That’s what I said.” Videl sat back in her seat, frustrated.

“Don’t worry about them Videl, its all talk. They’ll realise it was a stupid idea long before anything gets started.” Gohan waved off with another chuckle. “To think, my mother with the likes of Vegeta…”

“Hello?” Chichi winced at her echo as she entered the main hall of Capsule Corps. “Anyone home?” Chichi called again, finding her way into the kitchen, a little uneasy with the situation. Still, she more then determined to ride it out, if only to teach Bulma to think twice before she decided to open her big mouth again.

“Chichi?” A voice said from the next room, entering the kitchen where they had heard her voice. “Is that you?”

“Hi there,” Chichi greeted him.

“Hey, how are you?” Trunks smiled back, before looking around, noticing that his mother was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Mom? I didn’t hear her come in.”

Chichi chuckled. “I’m good… and no, your mother’s not here.”

“Not here?” Trunks raised his eyebrow. “Where is she?”

“Oh, she’s at my house, there’s been a change in plans.” Chichi said, turned her back to the boy for a moment to go through the cupboards, pulling out pots and other cooking utensils and lined them up on the counter. “Where do you keep your mixing bowls?”

“Bottom drawer to your right.” Trunks directed, however was more interested why his mother was at her house and not here. “What’s she doing there? And what do you mean a change in plans?”

“It’s a long story,” Chichi frowned, going through the fridge for the appropriate ingredients for what she had planned to cook. “But in short your mother will be staying at my place for a while, and I’ll be here. Is that a problem?” Chichi smiled at his expression. “It just for a week, maybe sooner, so don’t worry. Now could you be a dear a help me chop up these vegetables, dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

Juuhachigou chuckled to herself as she and Krillin watched television late that evening.

“What’s so funny, Juu?”

“Nothing. I just can’t believe how ridiculous some people can be.” Juuhachigou said, shaking her head.

“Oh, something happened at Chichi’s house today?”

“Besides grown women arguing like children?” Juuhachigou looked over at Krillin as he grinned back at her. “Well, Bulma and Chichi made the most interesting arrangement.” Juuhachigou crossed her legs as she picked up the remote to begin channel surfing.

“Oh, and that was…?” Krillin prodded eagerly.

“They decided to change husbands for a week just to prove some stupid point Bulma made.” Juuhachigou said a matter-of-factly, putting away the remote when she found the evening news.

“They did WHAT!” fell out of his seat.

“You heard what I said.”

“Didn’t they have that conversation before?” Krillin raised his eyebrow, then smiled certain she was just playing a joke on him.

“That’s what Videl said.” Juuhachigou smirked. “Anyway, I want to see how this all plays out in the end, it could prove interesting.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m not.” Juuhachigou assured him with an even glare. “Quite frankly this all seems like a waste of time. We all know Bulma will obviously be the winner, considering who she’ll dealing with.”

Krillin groaned. “Man, this’ll be nothing but trouble. Do any of the guys know about this?”

“No.” Juuhachigou said simply.

“And you think Bulma will win this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Juuhachigou threw him another glance.

“Yeah, I guess you’re probably right. I mean, how much trouble could Goku be?” Krillin laughed, not sure if could grasp the concept of them passing around their husbands just to win an argument. “I’m just glad you didn’t decide to join in. Who knows, I might have been stuck with one of those harpies for a week.”

Juuhachigou laughed.

Goku stretched as he entered the house after training for the better half of the evening. He was tired, but namely hungry, and couldn’t wait to see what Chichi had prepared for them. Goten had trained with him and the two were laughing as they entered the kitchen; that was until they saw Bulma. She hadn’t noticed their arrival because she was frustrated when she ruined her expensive manicure washing a sinkful of Chichi’s dishes.

“Bulma!” Goku beamed from the doorway. “You’re here late!

“I know.” Bulma tried to smile. “I’m just tidying up.”

“Oh, Chichi usually does that.” Goku looked at her, puzzled.

“Well, Chichi’s not here.”

“She not here?” Goten frowned. “Where did she go?”

“She’s at Capsule Corps.”

“Why?” Goku added.

“It’s a long story.” Bulma continued with the dishes. “But, the good news is we’ll be spending a lot more time together. Well, just until Chichi comes home, that is.” Bulma smiled inwardly, knowing it’ll only be a matter of time before Chichi came running home.

“Alright then,” Goku shrugged, sitting around the table. “What’s for dinner? I’ve been training all afternoon and I’m starving.”

Goten nodded in agreement.

Bulma frowned, drying her hands. “Dinner?”

At Capsule Corp., the drones she invented had usually prepared their meals and done other odd jobs around the compound, thus her ruining an expensive manicure just washing a few dishes. Bulma never worked around the house, having gadgets to build and a business to run. At any rate, it all seemed easy enough. If someone like Chichi could do it, then Bulma Briefs was certainly up to the challenge.

“Did you make anything Bulma?” Goten asked, not really caring about what his mother and Bulma were up to, until his dinner was on the table.

“Um…just give me a minute to get something started.” Bulma frowned, awkwardly going through cupboards throwing random items onto the counter before she heard Goku and Goten groaned.

It was going to be a long night.

TBC

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