"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Cheer up, Vegeta! This is gonna be great! We're gonna work at the Weenie Hut!" Goku clapped Vegeta on the back as they stood in the restaurant's break room wearing their new employee uniforms.

Vegeta nearly wailed when he saw himself in the yellow shirt, red apron, matching bow tie and the ridiculous hat with a large hotdog perched on top that took him nearly half an hour to arrange on his pointed hair. He looked over at the imbecile Kakarot who was busy stuffing his usual orange and blue clothes into his locker and shut the door.

"I'm excited! I've never had a real job before, but I'm not nervous at all!" Vegeta rolled his eyes, wondering if he knew he was not really listening.

He briefly thought back through the events that led him to his particular situation. The woman of his had announced to him over the breakfast table that today was the day he would start his first job here on earth. He laughed thinking it was some stupid way of getting back at him for the incident that happened at the mall. But he never thought she would pull out the outrageous uniform and threaten to set the parental controls on every computer in the house and effectively block YouTube.

"Does the woman really think I'm going to go through with this?!" he again caught his reflection in the dirty mirror and glowered at it. "This is ridiculous!"

"Come on Vegeta, it's not that bad!" Goku looked too, and tried to straighten the hat on his head.

"Oh really now, what was Chi-chi gonna do if you didn't agree to this?" He raised his eyebrow, making the other Saiyan frown.

"Chi-chi said she would stop cooking my meals from now until eternity…" Goku placed his hands on his hips as he turned to Vegeta who was busy laughing maniacally.

"What about you? What did Bulma say?" The Saiyan prince stopped and grumbled. "What was that?"

"The blasted woman threatened to blow up my Gravity Room and leave it in pieces!" It wasn't the truthful answer, and hoped to satisfy the oaf.

"She threatened to block YouTube too, huh?" Goku said quietly, to which Vegeta nodded regretfully. "You'd think that they would be happy! After all their complaints about us training all the time!"

"Does the woman not understand I cannot go one day without watching the stupidities of the people on this planet!?!?!"

"Hehe…Vegeta did you see the one…"

"Ah! You must be the new guys!" they turned to see the current manager, "Steve" walking towards them.

Vegeta thought it was unfair that he was spared the indignity of the uniform. Dressed in black pants, yellow shirt and red tie, he was middle-aged, with very bad hair plugs and stared at his newest employees with uncertainty. Of course with an angry short person and overly excited adult with two giant hotdog hats perched on outrageous black hair, who wouldn't be a little concerned?

"Okay…let's see, you must be Goku and Vegeta..?" he briefly looked to the clipboard in his hand. "Riiight."

"Oooh!!! I gotta question!" Goku wildly waved his hand in the air.

"Yes?" The manager glanced up from his clipboard.

"Do we get discounts on the food?" Vegeta slapped himself in the forehead.

"Oh, well, employees yes, you get a 10% discount on everything."

"Alright!"

"That's not much!" Vegeta spat, folding his arms trying to look intimidating. "I hear at Awesome Burger they get 50%!"

"Well, that's just what the company allows, and since your hourly rate is higher that what you normally get at Awesome Burger, I'd say it works out in the end."

"Normally for a pathetic human like yourself! I'm simply thinking of destroying you, taking over this place and ruling it with an iron fist!!!" he started laughing again, causing Steve to raise an eyebrow and Goku to turn to him.

"Can you really do that?"

"I can do anything, Kakarot! Just watch!" Vegeta spread his hand, preparing to launch a ki blast but a knock at the open door caused Steve to turn and look to a rather frail, thin employee with large ears and even larger glasses.

"S-Steve! You're w-wanted on the phone, I-I think it's our d-district manager!" he wheezed, taking an inhaler from his shirt pocket and breathed deeply from it. "He-e doesn't sou-und too hap-py!"

"Kinda pathetic, isn't he?" Goku's lip curled upwards as the manager cleared his throat.

"Fine, Randall will you take Goku and put him with Brute and show Vegeta how to work the register?"

The employee nodded, placing the inhaler back in his pocket. Steve left, shaking his head, while Randall motioned to the two Saiyans.

"Well c-come on! I do-on't got all d-day!" he stuttered. "We-e may no-ot be b-busy but th-at don't mean you c-can stand ar-round!"

"Okay!" Goku was practically bouncing towards the door Vegeta noticed with irritation.

He again folded his arms and reluctantly followed. Since arriving on this dump of a planet, Vegeta had been hooked on luxurious delight that was fast food. He thought it was the only good thing about it. But stepping out onto the working floor he found he was less than enthused.

"Th-his is the w-work zone." Randall explained, while Vegeta grunted and Goku looked upon the place with wonder. "You-u G-Goku, you'll be ov-ver her-re wi-th Brute, work-king fries!" he pointed to a large man with bulging muscles wearing a grim expression.

"You're putting that imbecile near the food?!?!" Vegeta all but screamed. "That's the LAST place he should be!"

"We-ell accord-ding to the sur-rvey he-e fil-led out when h-he applied, it's the p-perfect place for-r him!" Randall explained. "He-e'll be f-fine!"

"I filled out an application? I thought Chi-chi did it on the computer!" Goku scratched his head.

"NO!!! You don't understand!!! He's the reason why they now have to offer hazard pay for vendors and caterers at the World Martial Arts Tournament!" Vegeta pointed as Goku chuckled lightly a little embarrassed.

"Yeah…they kinda do…"

"Eh, we-ell, I n-never go-o, I al-lways have to st-tay home and wa-atch it on t.v." Goku gaped.

"You've never been to a tournament before!?" Randall shook his head.

"Na-ah, I can't s-tay out in the s-sun for too long." he pushed his glasses higher on his nose. "Th-hat and m-my asthma."

"Oh…" Goku nodded.

"It-ts okay though, this is-s the on-ly place I can-n stay long at." he said with pride. "I-I've been here for al-lmost two years now-w and I already have thr-ree weenies!"

"Huh?!" Vegeta hiked a brow until he noticed Randall was referring to the three hotdog pins on his spotless red apron.

"M-most plac-ces have stars, b-but here we-ee have weenies!"

"Uh huh." Goku nodded. "How do you get them?"

"We-ell, you get a w-weenie for dis-splaying each of o-our four qu-ualities in custo-omer service!"

Goku's eyes went wide. "I want one…"

Randall then pointed to a wall, on display were framed pictures of employees dating as far back as fifty-four years. Each had the characteristic Hotdog hat and a broad smile with their signatures below their photographs. And above all, they all four Weenie pins shining on their aprons.

"Y-you must show, Q-quality, re-espect, courtesy, a-and all ways p-put the c-customer first! Only ab-bout one out of e-every generation g-gets all four W-weenie pins, the l-last person to g-get it was S-Steve!"

"I'm determined now!" Goku clenched his fist. "I'll get all four of those weenie pins, you watch!"

"Oh for the love of--!" Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose.

"N-now, G-Goku, Brute wi-ll show you how to work f-fries!"

Without hesitation, Goku walked over to the burly man in front of the stainless steel vat of hot oil, holding out his hand.

"Hi! My name's Goku! Randall told me you were gonna show me how to make fries!" Brute looked at his hand and ignored it, filling the steel baskets with the frozen fries. "Okay, I guess I'll just watch and see how it's done."

"O-okay Vegeta, y-your on register." Randall led the disgruntle Saiyan Prince to the main counter. "V-Vegeta, this is R-Raven, she'll sh-how you how to u-use the register!"

Vegeta looked to the girl behind one of the two registers. She couldn't have been much older than Bra, still in High School with black nails and matching black eye shadow. Her skin was pale white, and had black hair that hit at her shoulders.

"Hey." She spoke with a monotone. "I like your hair."

"I-I'm sure you t-two will get along fi-ine!" Randall smiled.

"Get lost dweeb." she rolled her eyes.

He continued to smile. "I'm gonna g-go see wh-ere S-Steve's at."

Vegeta didn't bother to watch him leave, instead he stood rooted to the floor and couldn't bring himself to touch the inferno thing that he was supposed to---serve---people with.

"I know, I had the same reaction when I first started here." Raven said dryly, noticing the look on his face. "It's not easy to get through your shift with your sanity intact."

"This---is----disgraceful!!!" he spat. "I'm the Prince of all Saiyans!!!"

"Yep!" Goku called , hearing Vegeta's trademark spasm. "All five of us!"

"Tell me about it, right now I'm at the top of my class, with a full scholarship and I'm stuck at this ridiculous place with this on my head." she pointed to her hat. "People don't take you seriously, at all."

"Does the humiliation ever go away?" Vegeta pouted when Raven shook her head.

"Never." He whimpered.

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More funnies to come! And Vegeta deals with his first customer in the next chapter! Any guesses? REVIEW!!!