A/N: I bet everyone was dead… Well, with the way my senior year of high school went, I almost wish I was. Lots of crap has happened over this past school year, and I'm sorry I've been neglecting my fics. If you'll go to here: http/ I have a fic schedule as well as little summaries for each of the multi-chappie fics that I'm currently working on. Hopefully, by going on this schedule, I'll be able to update faster. So, check it out, read this chappie, and review, okay? Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not DBZ, which goes to FUNimation, and I don't own either the Street Fighter or Final Fight series, those goes to Capcom.

Other Notes: There's a tiny-blink-and-you'll-miss Street Fighter reference, and one character from Final Fight 3 makes an appearance.

Give Me That and Make It a Double!

"Goku, what am I going to do with you!" Bulma demanded, throwing her arms up in a dramatic fashion. The said Saiyajin frowned and hung his head like a little kid.

"I don't know Bulma. I'm sorry," he apologized. The blue-haired CEO sighed heavily and sat down in a chair in front of one of her many computers.

"It's all right Goku," she tiredly dismissed, a weary expression on her face.

The Saiyajin squirmed slightly in his seat from across the room and looked at her sadly. "Am I a lost cause?" he asked, a defeated, shy tone to his voice. Bulma looked over at her friend, and she took on a face, like the one mothers give their children when they're depressed.

"Oh, Goku…No, no, you're not a lost cause," she answered, walking over to him and patting his shoulder gently. "You just…We…We just haven't found the right job for you yet!" The defeated Saiyajin looked up at his friend pleadingly.

"Then what is it!"

"Well…I don't know yet…BUT, maybe it's THIS one!" she chimed and pulled out another job application.

Goku took it into his hands and read over the job description, and he looked back to Bulma. "I'll have to work nights?"

"Yes, but look on the bright side, at least you'll get to spend the afternoon with Gohan and Goten!"

"Well…Okay."

"Good, now let's get started!"

Goku's nose wrinkled in disgust from the stench of alcohol that strongly came up his sensitive Saiyajin nostrils and nearly made him sick to the stomach. He had never drank alcohol before and never wanted to try in the first place. In fact, never before in his life had he been in the presence of so much alcohol before or drunks for that matter. Throughout the dimly lit room, he could see tables filled with people talking, laughing, and drinking various bottles and glasses of liquids that Goku would rather spit out than take in.

Well…At least it DID pay enough to make Chi-Chi get off his back. And he was doing a good job as a bartender too. So far, he had been working for four hours and NO problems arose. Maybe THIS was the job he was destined to have…No matter how awful it was.

He looked around the room once more; there were a lot of characters here. Some that were lined up along the bar were so weird, that had it not been for their physical bodies, Goku would have sworn that they weren't human. Then again, he guessed he didn't have much room to talk.

One particular guy caught his eye; the man was crying, and being the kind-hearted person Goku was, he went over to go check up on him. The man had long blond hair that fell just a little past his shoulders, and he wore a bright red karate gi. He held a half-empty beer bottle in his left hand, and there was a little over ten empty bottles that sat on the table.

"Hey, are you okay?" Goku asked, looking down at the man, patting him on the shoulder.

"Oh sure, I'm fine!" the man sarcastically answered. "My best friend is dating the most beautiful woman in the world, and I'm just fine!" With that said, he took another swig of his beer, and Goku winced. This guy reminded him of when Yamcha got drunk after Bulma dumped him for Vegeta.

"Umm…Sir?" Goku tried again. "Maybe you just need to talk about it?"

The man looked up at him in shock. "You…You would be willing to listen?" Goku nodded and sat across from the man, who began telling his story. After he was finished, Goku thought about it for a moment before he began talking.

"Well," Goku finally began, "shouldn't you be happy that your friend Ryu found someone?" The man hung his head and mumbled a yes. "And if this 'Chun-Li' is really meant for you, she'll come back, but if she isn't, isn't it better to find out now than years later?"

"I…I guess so," the man answered uncertainly. Goku decided to go on.

"You know, I had a friend who was in this situation a couple of years ago," Goku replied. The man looked up at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what happened with him?"

"Well…Yamcha learned to get over it, and he's with someone else now!" Goku explained. The man's brown eyes widen in shock.

"So, there's someone out there for me, then?" the man asked, and Goku nodded. The man smiled happily. "Thanks, man! I needed to hear that! I feel better now! In fact, I think I'll head on home now!" Goku's eyes shot up in alarm, and the man merely laughed. "Don't worry, man! I'm going to take a cab!" Goku sighed in relief and sat back down. "Later man!"

"Bye, sir!" Goku chimed, waving him off as the blond walked out of the bar.

"Are you Son Goku?" a deep voice asked from behind.

Goku turned around. "Yeah," he answered. There stood a tall, muscular man with spiky blond hair and dark eyes. He wore a black bandana, black tight jeans, and a muscle white shirt. "Who are you?"

"My name is Dean," the man coolly responded. "I'm the one who takes over after your shift."

"Oh, hi! Pleased to meet you!" Goku chirped as he stood up, extending his hand to Dean to shake.

"…" Dean just looked at him seriously.

"Heh, heh…Not a very social person, are you?"

"…"

"Umm…Right. Well, I'm off! Have fun!" And with no reply from Dean, Goku happily left the bar. He had done it. He had survived his first day on the job.