Buon Dio, I apologize for my lack of publishing! I have a terrible procrastination habit! I can never do things fast enough!That really sucks for me since I got my first two favorites and follows! (Thank you guys SO much BTW!)
Don't worry, I am still working on my first story and it will be published soon, I promise you that!
In the meantime, enjoy this funny little x-over story that's been in my head for a while.
Enjoy!
DRAGON BALL Z IS OWNED BY FUNIMATION, TOEI ANIMATION, FUJI TV, AND AKIRA TORIYAMA!
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S IS OWNED BY SCOTT CAWTHON!
RATED 'T' FOR LANGUAGE!
Enjoy!
Vegeta's patience was slowly wearing thin. Four days ago, he once again demolished the Artificial Gravity Chamber, which is currently his only method of effectively training solo. Normally it would've taken at most two days for the Gravity Chamber to be fully operational again, but to the prince's surprise and annoyance, the room was still out of order.
"WOMAN, DO YOU MIND TELLING ME WHY THE REPAIRS ARE TAKING SO DAMN LONG?!" he frustratingly yelled.
The only response he received was a newspaper hitting him directly in the face.
The Saiyan prince grabbed the paper as it slowly slid down his cheek. Looking down, he saw a note attached to the parchment. Vegeta detached the note, eyes widening at what was written down.
"GET A JOB"
Vegeta's eye started to twitch a bit. "BULMA, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he angrily bellowed.
"It's exactly what you think it is, Vegeta! You're getting a job!" a woman with cyan colored hair screamed back.
"And why should I work for some low-level Earthling?"
"Because I decided that you're going to be the one to pay for the building materials I need! Besides, it's YOUR Gravity Chamber!"
"Well it's YOUR father's invention! Maybe he should pay for the materials." Vegeta retorted.
Bulma let out an extremely frustrated growl. "DO NOT BRING MY DAD INTO THIS! YOU'RE GETTING A JOB, AND THAT'S FINAL!"
"I am Vegeta, the last pure-blooded Saiyan in the universe! I REFUSE TO TAKE ORDERS FROM A-"
"Oh and before I forget," Bulma interrupted. "I'll be serving you human-sized meals if you refuse," she finished with a smirk.
Vegeta froze in place as his jaw hung wide open. There was no way the Saiyan could survive with portions meant for Earthlings, he would be thin as a broomstick.
"V-Very well, B-Bulma dear," Vegeta stuttered, admitting defeat.
A warm yet victorious smile formed on Bulma's face. "Good husband," she said as she walked towards the laboratory.
"I'll leave you to do your job hunting. Good luck."
Vegeta watched his wife leave the room. As soon as Bulma was out of sight, the Saiyan's head turned towards the newspaper that was still in his grasp.
"D-damn that woman," he cursed.
LINEBREAK
Whoever thought finding a job would be so difficult? Vegeta and his eight year old son Trunks spent hours searching through what seemed like an endless pile of newspapers. So far, no luck.
"Dad, why do I have to do this? I wanted to train with Goten!" Trunks whined.
"You can play with Kakarot's brat later, you're going to help me find a job and that's final!" Vegeta snapped.
"But that's not fair…."
The Prince of All Saiyans ignored his son's complaining and went back to searching. A yawn escaped his lips as he continued to scan the articles. This was going to be a long afternoon.
LINEBREAK
After what felt like decades, Vegeta finally had his sights set on one specific job. It was a security job at a children's pizza place. The ad had a picture of an animatronic bear wearing a bowtie and a top hat. The bear also had a microphone in its hand. Vegeta's mouth formed an uncharacteristic smile as he read the advertisement.
Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12 am to 6 am. Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment. Ƶ1,400 a week. To apply call: 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR
Vegeta, satisfied with the job he just found, quickly rushed over to a phone that was attached to the wall. Without hesitation, the Prince of all Saiyans picked the up phone, looked at the job ad one more time, and dialed the number.
It started to ring.
Short chapter is short. This was originally supposed to be a quick one-shot to get my creative juices pumping, but I decided to make my life easier and separate this story into multiple mini chapters! (There's probably going to be 3-4 chapters in this.)
Also, this story is going to be taking place just before the Majin Buu saga, hence Vegeta calling himself the last pure-blooded Saiyan in the universe. I'm so clever!
I hope you're satisfied with my story, remember to rate/review, and use constructive criticism when pointing out my flaws!
Arrivederci è buon giorno!