New story, YAYYYY! This is a collaboration between myself and Gogeta3D of tumblr! This has been fun to write and at the very first conversation we had, it inspired this fic. Please click the link to check out Gogeta3D's profile (posted to my profile since I can't add it here) and I hope to have a cover pic drawn up soon. As always, thank you so much for reading and if you want to check out any of my other social accounts, just head to my profile for the links. (Please note that I do have other projects in progress as well and will likely not have consistent chapter updates. I appreciate your patience!)

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It was a typical dreary morning for Nappa. Another day of opening his bakery, alone, and hoping to make enough sales to stay afloat for another week. Business had been slow since the surrounding businesses had been bought out to make room for a high-end apartment complex. 'Those sellouts,' thought Nappa as he went through the memory of every neighbor closing up shop for a mere 1 million Zeni. Not Nappa. He wasn't going to give in to big business – not while his dream still had potential.

He had opened up shop 5 years ago – business had boomed, and he had made enough to buy all the best equipment he needed to expand, but after the first 3 years things slowed down. Nappa was forced to make budget cuts and let go of his staff one by one. Now he worked alone and had been forced to mostly take special orders, so ingredients weren't wasted. He made small batches of muffins, cookies, pies, and cupcakes to sell during the day, but they never sold out, leaving him with too much waste.

As the morning passed him by, Nappa contemplated possibly selling out, he hated the idea, but the rent was due and a man his size needed an abundance of food. He set out his pastries for the day and frowned – not one person had passed his shop yet, not even the usual delivery boy had stopped by. Goku – that kid always came by, even if he wasn't scheduled to make a delivery to Nappa's shop, he always showed up for a few snacks.

By the time the evening came, Nappa was no longer on the fence about selling out and was about to jump straight over to the side of big business. No new custom orders to fulfill and barely enough customers had come in to make his arrival at 4 AM almost worth it. He would go out of business soon at this rate, and bankruptcy would only cause more damage in the future.

He thought about what selling out could mean for him, other than a strike to his pride, it wouldn't be half bad. He'd have enough money to get a new shop in a better location, he'd be able to move out of the ghetto and into a decent neighborhood or even buy a house, he could even afford to have delivery trucks for large custom orders.

Nappa had the talent, skills, and equipment to really stand out – if only people recognized his potential. He let out a long, heavy sigh and thought back to all the business he had turned away. Business that would have helped his reputation by creating cakes for the rich, but he had turned them all down for their demanding piss-poor attitudes.

He walked into the kitchen and looked around, running a hand over his smooth head as he took mental pictures of his failing dream.

THUD! BANG! SHATTER! "Sshhhhh! You're going to get us caught!"

"Oh, what now?" muttered Nappa.

He walked over to the back entrance and listened against the door. The sounds of shuffling, something cracking, and muffled laughing vibrated through the steel door. "Great, just what I need. Vandals."

Nappa swung the door open and was about to holler, "Get lost you damn kids!" when he was suddenly bombarded by several eggs. He growled, looking down at his now dirty clothes and feeling a vein about to burst in his head as he remembered that he hadn't done more laundry yet.

Two kids, one short and looking very much like an angry 5-year-old and one almost as tall as him with enough hair to make 50 wigs from, stood frozen in shock from the unexpected giant at the doorway. When reality finally came back, the small one yelled, "RUN FOR IT!" and tried to make a dash down the alley. The tall kid took several seconds to let the words sink in and decided to dash in the same direction. Unfortunately, his long strides made him rather clumsy and he tripped over the trash cans, landing and trapping the smaller kid under his massive size.

"Nice getaway," mocked Nappa as he stood over the two delinquents as they struggled to untangle themselves. "You two are in for it now – I'm calling the police AND your parents."

The boys quickly exchanged a worried look and the small one gave a look of defeat before finally standing and saying, "Look, old man, I can't really afford to be caught having fun again. What can I do to make you reconsider involving law enforcement but especially, my parents?"

Nappa glared at the two losers who dared to vandalize his bakery, wondering what he could even do with two delinquents. He sighed and rubbed his face with a massive hand before finally relenting to the request. He had been young once, been a rowdy kid that needed to be warned several times before getting his act together.

"Fine," he finally growled out. "I could use some help around here, so you two are going to have to work off the debt of the damages you caused. You can start bright and early at 5 AM tomorrow. Do we have a deal?"

"5 AM?!" the boys exclaimed. They didn't even get up that early to skip school, why would they bother with a job that's not even going to pay them?

"Yes, 5 AM sharp! The bakery opens at 6 AM and I need to have some breakfast pastries made by then. You two will clean up the mess you made before you start training inside. Do we have a deal?" he asked again with great frustration in his voice that screamed, 'I'm about to call the cops.'

The boys both looked as if they were about to throw a great big tantrum but the smaller of the two finally hissed out a 'Yes' and placed his hand out to shake on it. Normally, Nappa would have taken this as a sign that the boy could be trusted but something mischievous in the kid's eye made him think better of letting them go with just a handshake.

"Great! Come inside and I'll take your information down," he said with a quick motion to the back door.

"What? Mister, we said we'd show up and we will," complained the taller boy.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I would say if I had just got caught doing something stupid. Now let's go before I change my mind," he snapped.

The boys grumbled but complied. The small one had one more strike with his parents and it was Juvie for him. He wasn't about to let egging a bakery be the thing that sent him away. As far as the broken window and any other damages went, he'd just blame Raditz for it.

"Alright Raditz, Vegeta, my name is Nappa and I thank you for your applications. I'll see you both tomorrow, bright and early, and trust me – you'll want to get here and clean up those eggs before the sun cooks them into the brick. Welcome to Super Saiyan Sweets," he teased with the heaviest sarcasm he could lay on them.

The boys rolled their eyes and headed out the door, growling and complaining under their breaths as they did.

"I can't believe that fucking baker is making us work off the damages. It's not like a window and some paint would bankrupt him!" shouted Raditz once they were far enough away.

"I can't believe he called our parents for permission to hire us! He's smarter than he looks, I'll give him that. I wasn't going to show up, but he just had to get my mother on his side," snorted Vegeta. "Tch! At least he didn't mention why we were 'applying' to work in a bakery, as humiliating as that is."

"That's true. I guess my mom wouldn't be too thrilled about me getting in trouble again. She's still working doubles to pay off the loan from my last bailout," Raditz mentioned solemnly. It had been bad enough that his father worked long hours and often out of town but when he landed himself in hot water, his mom still had to take on more hours just to make sure his loans and fines were paid. His father had insisted he get a job but, as usual, his mother came to his defense to baby him. She did everything she could for him and all he did was cause her grief. Maybe getting a job wouldn't be too bad of a thing. His mom seemed to be a little excited about.

"I thought she had paid it off already?"

"No, that was from the first bail. This one is from the theft charges last year. She made me sell all my collectibles to pay off the bail from the drug distribution, which I still don't see why she got mad about, I paid up 3 months rent with the money I made from selling. If I could get away with it, I'd probably be doing drops again, but nooooo, the cops are watching my every move!" complained Raditz loudly.

"Hmph! They clearly weren't watching you tonight," laughed Vegeta. Ironic enough that they still got caught either way.

The boys parted ways and headed to their respective homes only 2 blocks away from each other. It was currently 11 PM and it would take a bucket of cold water to get them up in the morning if they didn't get to bed right away.

Four blocks over, Nappa entered the 1-bedroom apartment utterly exhausted. Tomorrow would be a long day of keeping 2 punks in line on top of all the work he already had to do himself. To make matters worse, he still needed to wash some clothes before he could even think about going to bed.

"Oh Kai, what have I gotten myself into?" he wondered out loud.

******The Next Day******

Nappa set out the freshly made doughnuts and looked at his watch yet again. 5:54 AM, those punks were late. He let out a huff and hoped he would at least get some time to clean up the mess before the hot afternoon sun baked the eggs and left a horrible stench. The last thing he needed was customers avoiding his bakery due to the smell of rotten eggs.

He walked over to the door, unlocking it and propping it open to let the smell of fresh baked goods linger out into the streets when he heard the sound of feet rushing towards him. Nappa turned around in time to see Vegeta running in his direction and looking over his shoulder to Raditz, who seemed to be struggling to put his shirt on.

Vegeta's eyes widened as he turned back and realized that he wouldn't have time to swerve out of the way and smashed right into Nappa. "Goddamn it, Nappa!" he managed to hiss before Raditz came barreling right into him, sandwiching the smaller boy between 2 large masses. Nappa barely budged as both boys ran into him at full speed, thanking the Kai's for his size for once.

The boys groaned – Raditz from taking Vegeta's shoulder to the groin as he came in hot and Vegeta from running straight into what felt like a brick wall followed by another brick wall as he was falling.

"Well, look who showed up after all! When you two get done belly-aching, you can go to the back and start cleaning. I left some supplies in the alley. After you're done, come inside, I'll have some dishes for you to wash by then," stated Nappa rather unamused.

Vegeta glared daggers at Nappa's back as he walked away but followed through with the instructions. Raditz took a little while longer to get off the ground but still managed to get out of the way before any customers showed up. It took about an hour for them to clean the outside. A full hour of complaining while they cleaned the mess they had made while Nappa listened and laughed.

'Kids these days,' he thought to himself as he shook his head and served his few customers.

Goku had managed to stop by on his delivery route and ordered twice as much food to make up for not showing up the day before. It was only after he finished a dozen doughnuts that he heard the familiar voices coming from the alley.

"Hey Nappa, who's that in the back?" he asked already knowing who but wondering why.

"Oh, just 2 punks I got working for me. Caused some damages last night and it was either this or press charges," explained Nappa.

"Nothing too bad I hope," stated Goku with a worried look. He knew Nappa's business wasn't doing well by how his deliveries to the bakery had slowed down and the order was less and less.

"Nah! At most just a broken window but they are having to clean up all the eggs they chucked at the building," he chuckled. It was more of a 'fuck my life' chuckle at that point but at least he didn't have to clean it up.

Vegeta and Raditz walked back in and bumped Goku with their shoulders as they passed him on their way to the kitchen. Goku only laughed it off knowing full well that he could take them both in a fight if he really wanted to. He may not be a trouble-maker, but his dad sure made it a point to teach him and his brother how to fight, although Raditz seemed more interested in looking tough so people wouldn't even bother to mess with him. Goku was far too sweet for someone who lived in the ghetto which was the reason his father pushed him harder.

Nappa drifted to the back after Goku left and instructed Vegeta to sweep while Raditz did the dishes.

"And pull your hair back and wear a hairnet, Raditz, you're gonna get caught somewhere and have me fined for a health code violation!" he called out as he went about the rest of his to-do list.

Raditz sighed and looked around for anything he could possibly use as a hair tie and gave up after 2 seconds. He hated pulling his hair back anyway. It's not like he had ever gotten stuck anywhere before.

By the time the dishes were done, Raditz's hair was soaked at the ends from having fallen into the sink every time he turned his back to put the dry dishes away. Vegeta managed to sweep and mop the whole shop, working up a decent sweat from the heat of the ovens and pushing around the heavy mop. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was actually feeling his muscles burn as if he had done 200 pushups. Even his abs were feeling the satisfying tingle.

They each gave a big sigh once they finished the task but the stupid grin on Nappa's face when he walked into the back was a telltale sign that they were far from done. Vegeta looked down at his watch and, of course, it wasn't even lunchtime. They had only been working for 3 hours! He growled and looked at Raditz who was clearly too worried about his stomach to care what the time was.

"Alright boys, I hope you've been having fun so far, but I've got a custom order to make for tomorrow. You two are going to learn how to bake. This job isn't just about cleaning, ya'know! First thing's first, gather all of these ingredients," Nappa said while holding up a recipe card. "And Raditz, your ass better get a hair net or something cause you aren't going to get a hair in this order!"

"There aren't any hairnets or hair ties here! Why would there be? You're bald!" shouted Raditz dramatically. He was already pissed about his hair being wet but now he was being pestered yet again for something he had no control over. He should have listened to his mom when she left him a ridiculous pink scrunchie to bring with him. He had refused, and she promised to pick him up some regular ties, but he hated having his hair back.

Nappa rolled his eyes at the taller kid and pointed to a box up on a shelf. Raditz grabbed the box and pulled out a hairnet but it was tiny. How the hell was he going to get all of his hair stuffed into such a tiny piece of stretchy material? Screw it! He stretched the net as far as it would go and covered the top of his hair.

"There! That's the best you're gonna get out of me," he grumbled. His long, wet hair still slapping against his thighs as he walked to the refrigerator to the cold ingredients.

"Smartass," Nappa muttered – grabbing the aprons from the nearby coat rack.

Once all the ingredients have been gathered, aprons tied, and a hairnet also placed on Vegeta's head, Nappa began by instructing the order in which mixing was done.

"Dry ingredients first, Raditz you'll do these – and Vegeta, you'll do wet ingredients in a separate bowl. We'll mix them separately and then mix them together."

"This is stupid! Why not just mix everything together at the same time!" complained Vegeta.

"Because we don't want to waste ingredients, that's why. If the milk is spoiled or the eggs are fertile then we can toss them out before we ruin a whole batch of batter through carelessness," explained Nappa – trying his best to keep his cool and not teach the boys any bad habits. Chances were they would have to work here a while and he definitely didn't want to lose everything due to some rotten kids.

"Tch! As if eggs you get from the store are actually fertile," scoffed Vegeta. He didn't know that something like that could happen on occasion and definitely didn't notice the movement in the egg he was holding in his very warm hand.

The fridge must have been going out on Nappa because the warm hand only spurred the little chick to break through, right in Vegeta's hand. The boy screamed at the sudden crack and chirp coming from the hatching egg and almost tossed the damn thing when the beak got a little too close to his thumb.

"See! It does happen," teased Nappa.

"Oh! I wanna hold it! Vegeta, let me have it! Nappa can I keep it!" Raditz rushed to Vegeta and watched patiently as the chick finally made its way out of the shell.

"What the hell are you going to do with a baby chick? You know what, I don't wanna know. Just take the damn thing!" hissed Vegeta. He handed the chick and what eggshell he could over to Raditz and ran to the sink to desperately wash his hands raw. "Disgusting!"

"Don't tell me you're gonna let that little chick nest in your hair," laughed Nappa rather dramatically.

"I might," grinned Raditz staring at the chick. "I think I wanna name it 'Cupcake.'"

"Why cupcake?" asked Nappa confused.

"Cause I like cupcakes. I just hope my brother doesn't eat him," he replied seriously.

Nappa shook his head at the weird gentle giant vibe Raditz was giving off but he helped him set up a heat lamp and a makeshift nest for the chick to be comfortable while they finished trying to bake. This time, Vegeta refused to be anywhere near the eggs and mixed the dry ingredients instead.

Everything was going smoothly - the batter was mixed, the ovens preheated, the cake molds prepped and promptly filled, and the timers set. Nappa was feeling rather proud of how well the boys were picking everything up. At this rate, he'd be able to show them how to make some of the pastries, cookies, and pies to help him out. He'd probably be able to let them all come an later if they did this well with everything.

After the cakes were all done and Nappa showed them the best way to check if the cakes were done, they began making the frosting and fondant while they cooled. Vegeta was at the industrial-sized mixer and learning the functions while Raditz was given the task of slowly pouring in the items. This cake was supposed to be huge and Nappa only hoped he had enough time to get it all done, although he was making great time with the boys' help.

Raditz poured in a bag of sugar and turned to grab the next thing on the list only to be yanked backward.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"STOP THE MIXER!"

Vegeta shut off the mixer the moment Nappa ordered him too but an evil smirk was plastered across his face. He tried his best to hold back his laughter but couldn't restrain the few snorts that escaped as he watched Nappa struggle to unravel Raditz's hair from the huge mixer blades.

"I warned you about getting your hair tied back!" hissed Nappa as he released the blades from the mount.

"Oh, Kai! Ahh! It hurts! Help me sweet baby, Kami! Ow ow ow ow! Is this how you lost all your hair?"

Raditz aimed his question at Nappa but let out a long string of curses afterward, drowning out the growl Nappa unleashed on him. The bakery filled with howls of pain and whimpering – Nappa thanking every God that there were no customers coming in at that moment. The last thing he needed to do was worry if they'd call a health inspector.

Several minutes later, Vegeta was on his phone – taking pictures discretely -and Raditz was finally free. Nappa took a deep breath, sighing in relief that the kid didn't accidentally get scalped while he rubbed his temples. That was too close.

"Get some damn hair ties or cut your hair! There was a reason I asked you to do that and now you know first hand how dangerous this equipment can be!" scolded Nappa.

"So, is this how you lost your hair? I couldn't hear your answer earlier cause Raditz was screaming so loud." Vegeta had an "I'm a little shit" grin on his face as he watched for Nappa's reaction. It was just like him to try to find someone's sore spot and poke at it for enjoyment.

Nappa rubbed his bald head and frowned. This little jerk was trying to push his buttons and he knew it - still though, he found himself feeling a bit solemn over his silky, smooth head. It wasn't his fault and definitely not the mixer's, just bad genetics on that end. Luckily only in that aspect.

"You boys toss out that batch and start over. I'm stepping out for a smoke," he grumbled, sidestepping the question and Raditz who was still on the floor rubbing his head where it was still tender.

"If you're sad about being bald, I can gather drain hair and make you a wig," shouted Raditz after Nappa.

"Don't bother! I'll just stick you back in the mixer!" he yelled over his shoulder before finally closing the door.

Vegeta could be heard laughing boisterously through the broken window and Nappa couldn't help but shake his head and smile. Damn, did they remind him of his younger self. He too had been a disrespectful little hooligan. He didn't pay any mind to hard-working people, he only wanted to do as he pleased no matter who dared to try and stop him. He missed those days. Back in his homeland with his friends who were just as free from the confines of adulthood, roaming the land near their homes without a care in the world.

Nappa pulled out a cigarette and lit it, listening to the boys go back and forth about all the ripped ends of hair stuck to their hands after tossing the bad batch of frosting. They at least seemed like they were doing as they were told and not putting up much of a fight against Nappa giving them instructions. Something Nappa had honestly been expecting from the very beginning.

About an hour later, the mess had been cleaned, a few customers had been taken care of, and the frosting remade. Next up was showing them how to make fondant and assemble the cake. This time, there were no mixer mishaps although, Raditz and Vegeta both managed to get the sugary dough stuck in their hair when Nappa had his back turned. How they did it he wasn't sure, but he was not too curious to ask.

Cutting the cakes in order to make them level and shaped properly for the style was the boys' favorite part. For every piece Nappa cut, they got some cake to fill their growling stomachs. They soon placed wooden dowels in the center of the base layer, just spaced out enough to support the heavy layers above and frosted it. Next was the fondant. Rolling it out proved to be a challenge for Vegeta but Raditz picked it up rather quickly, saying it was due to his big hands and that Nappa probably just hammer fisted it rather than rolling it out.

Each layer came together quickly, and they all soon got a break. Nappa had been kind enough to order food for the boys while they had been busy decorating. He couldn't believe that these kids could eat as much as him!

"I hope you boys can provide your own lunches tomorrow. I'll be bankrupt within the week if I keep feeding the two of you," mentioned Nappa with a mouth full of food.

"My mom's gonna get me a lunch box," stated Raditz proudly. "She didn't have time to make anything today anyway cause she had a hard time waking me up this morning. She was kinda late for work too."

"I'll make do," muttered Vegeta. He hadn't even thought about bringing a lunch. The night had been spent stewing in absolute fury for having to work in the damn bakery that he hadn't even gotten much sleep. He woke up only after realizing he had smashed his alarm clock to bits trying to hit the snooze button. His mother usually gave him lunch money for school, maybe she'd do the same now even though he would most likely have to do it on his own after getting paid.

The boys were quick to eat and get back to work, snacking on the leftover pieces of cake that had been cut off previously. Nappa couldn't be mad about it since at least it wasn't going to waste. They finished the cake just as the shift was ending. It was a horribly pink atrocity with bright colored stars and a graduation cap at the top. The calligraphic lettering Vegeta had made saying "Class Of 2018" and "Congratulations Tights."

"So what kind of name is 'Tights' anyway? Who would name their kid after an undergarment?" wondered Raditz as he tossed a handful of edible glitter at the damn thing.

"Who do you think? Don't you remember 'Bloomers' from school? This must be her older sister or something," answered Vegeta with a chuckle. He could still remember her punching him in the face when he called her that. She almost landed a kick to his tender-bits when he called her 'Bullmoose.'

"Oh yeah! That blue girl. Hey, you ever wonder if that blue hair is natural? I mean, does her bush also grow in blue?" mused Raditz with a stupid confused look. "Nah, its gotta be dyed, right?"

"I guess you'll never know," snickered Vegeta. He knew for a fact that that girl would never give Raditz the time of day. She was too stuck up to be seen with a "player." Raditz wasn't known for being the baddest of the bad or for being as smart as the A students, but he was sure known for having a new girlfriend every month, or "flavor of the month" as he often called them.

"She might change her mind one day," smirked Raditz in the way he often did when he thought he had a good plan. Vegeta shook his head – rolling his eyes so hard he almost gave himself a headache.

Nappa walked into the back, holding a new list – the clean-up task list they needed to do before they could leave. The boys sighed but grabbed the list. Most of the things were done in under 30 minutes, the rest took what little time they had left plus some. Once they were all done, Nappa gave them instructions to be there at 7 AM and sent them on their way.

"Aren't you closing up now?" asked Raditz when he noticed that Nappa was still doing some paperwork and not turning anything off. He held the little chick in his hand, determined to keep it despite not knowing a thing about chickens.

"Nah, the bakery stays open until 8. I can't legally have you two here for as long as I did today – lost track of time – tomorrow you'll work until 5 and get off my clock so I don't get fined for overworking minors. Show up on time!" he barked, never lifting his head from the papers he was scratching on.

The boys looked at each other and shrugged. They assumed he'd have them working extra hours to get them out of his hair, so to speak. They weren't going to argue though. They were filthy, tired, hungry, and surprisingly sore. Vegeta walked out first with Raditz on his tail – Nappa only glancing up to watch them while they were still in view.

"That sucked! This stupid fondant crap is hard as a rock now! It's stuck in my hair," complained Vegeta.

"Hey, at least you didn't get a ton of hair ripped out! My ends are split to hell and my mom just might say, "fuck it" and cut my hair, fondant included," said Raditz in comparison. If they wanted to talk about who had it worse at the moment, it was definitely him. He was probably about to lose his signature look thanks to this job.

"Whatever. Are you really keeping that thing?"

"Cupcake? Hell yeah, I am! This little guy is awesome!"

"Pew pew pew!" chirped the chick.

"Awwww, Vegeta, he likes you!" exclaimed Raditz while holding the chick closer to Vegeta's face.

"Get it away from me!"

"Kiss it!"

"STOP!"

"C'mon! Just a quick…. peck!" laughed Raditz – his pun making Vegeta cringe.

"Cut it out!" yelled Vegeta as he took off running, being chased by Raditz while he was making kissing noises down the street.

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The light from inside the bakery illuminated the sidewalk for a few moments before being shut off. Nappa soon making his exit and locking the door. He gave a tired sigh and seemed to be thinking deeply about his finances or his long day then went on his way.

"He's alone…. Good. Note the time and pay him a visit tomorrow. I need you elsewhere tonight……Understood…"

*****Author's Note*****

Thank you for reading! See you soon (hopefully) XD