This is my second DBZ fanfic. I nicknamed my driving examiner (the woman
failed me twice) Ms. Vegeta, since she had his personality down to the
T. So, I wrote this piece of fanfiction dedicated to my fellow drivers
who've had horrible driving expiriences too. I would like to note that
in my state it is BMV (Bureau of Motor Vehicles) and not DMV
(Department of Motor Vehicles), so for those who may wonder why I didn't
put DMV, there ya go! (Disclaimer: I don't own any DBZ characters)
Vegeta: Driving Examiner
It was another beautiful day at Capsule Corp. Trunks and Goten were busy sparring,
while Vegeta, reluctantly, supervised. He hated having to watch his brat spar, especially with
the son of a low class warrior, since it took away from his own training time. Bulma came out
of the house to see how everyone was.
"Hey, Vegeta. How are they doing?"
"Dammit, woman, why do I have to sit here and watch them spar? I should be doing my own
training."
"Because, dumbass, if you don't and one of them gets hurt, you'll be sleeping on the
couch for the rest of your life. Besides, it's not like you have anything BETTER to do."
"Yes, I do! I could be training."
"Ha! That's more important than your own son?"
"Yes!"
"Vegeta, you're terrible." Bulma and Vegeta were about to get into a big fight, when
ChiChi and Goku arrived to pick up Goten.
"Hi guys!" Goku said cheerfully.
"Good," Vegeta said, "Now you can watch the brats while I go and train."
"NOT SO FAST, VEGETA!" Bulma yelled, "We're not finished yet. I work my ass off all day
at Capsule Corp. trying to earn a living for us, while you play around all damn day. The least
you could do is spend some time with our son."
"Uh oh," Goku and ChiChi mumbled.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL MY TRAINING PLAYING? I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS! IT IS MY DUTY
TO MY SAIYAN ANCESTRY TO..."
"Oh, shut up, Vegeta! You have no idea what it means to do an honest days work!"
"So?"
"UUURGH! Have you no respect for me? That's it! If you can't get a job by next week,
you're OUTTA HERE!"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. GET A DAMN JOB!"
"Me...the Prince of Saiyans...WORK?"
"Don't worry, Vegeta," Goku interrupted, "I'll look for a job with you. We'll get jobs
together!"
"Job hunting with Kakarott, what fun," he said sarcastically.
The next day, Goku arrived at Capsule Corp. with a newspaper to look for jobs with Vegeta.
Needless to say, Vegeta would have rather been hanging upside down by his toes than job-hunting
with Goku.
"Hmmm, lets see what we can find. McDonalds? Nah, fast food's a pain. Radio Shack?
Not a good idea either, Vegeta and I have sensitive hearing. Here we go!" Goku lifted the paper
to Vegeta and pointed at one of the ads, "Driving examiners needed. No experience necessary.
Pays $13.50 an hour. This is the one for us, Vegeta!"
"Driving examiners, Kakarott? What the hell is that?"
"They are the ones who determine if you get a driver's license or not. All you have to
do is sit back while someone else drives you around, I think, and then you rate how well they did."
"That sounds terrible."
"No way! It'll be lots of fun. Come on, let's go to the BMV."
Vegeta and Goku took off for the BMV. When they got there, the place was crawling with
people. Summertime was primetime for kids to be testing for their license, and this place was
full of noisy teenagers. After pushing through the crowd, they finally got up to the front desk.
"What do you want? I'm busy!" a patrolwoman yelled.
"Umm, we're here to apply for examiners positions," Goku shouted.
"You're hired! You start in two hours, go home and change into these," she threw Goku
two uniforms. He handed one to Vegeta, and they left.
Back at Capsule Corp, Vegeta had just changed into his uniform and Goku is waiting for
him to come out of the bathroom so he can change into his.
"Come on out, Vegeta, I'm sure you don't look THAT bad."
"NO!"
Just then, Bulma entered the hallway.
"Hey, Goku. Where's Vegeta?" she asked.
"He's inside getting ready."
"You guys got jobs? That's great! Where at?"
"The BMV. We're driving examiners," Goku said proudly. Bulma stared at him for a second
before she busted up laughing, "What's so funny, Bulma?"
"You guys are DRIVING EXAMINERS? HAHAHAHA! Vegeta doesn't even have a license, and you,
Goku, failed your test FIVE times!" After hearing this, Vegeta came out of the bathroom.
"LISTEN, UP WOMAN! I'll show YOU! I will be the BEST driving examiner there! On my
pride as a Saiyan, I shall be the greatest!" Bulma looked at Vegeta in his uniform and couldn't
help but laugh some more. Vegeta in a patrol uniform was by far the most ridiculous thing she
had ever seen him in. Goku took the opportunity to get into the bathroom and change into his
uniform. Once he was done, they went to their jobs.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the BMV. The patrolwoman from before briefed them
on what they were to do, then gave them their first assignments. They walked outside and there
were two cars, each with female drivers. Goku walked up to a tan car. The girl inside had short
blonde hair, jeans, a white T-Shirt, and a smile as big as Goku's.
"Hi, how's it going? My name's Goku and I'll be your driving examiner." After their
formalities, they were off. Vegeta walked up to a white car. The driver was wearing a plaid
skirt and pigtails.
"Ok, brat, I'm Vegeta, lets go." The girl pulled out so fast that the tires squealed,
then quickly came to a stop. If Vegeta weren't a Saiyan, he probably would have gotten whiplash
from it.
"Oopsie, tee hee," the girl laughed. Vegeta snarled at her, "Do that again, brat, and
I'll blast you into the next dimension!" Instantly, the girl started crying. Vegeta groaned,
and then yelled, "That's it, YOU FAIL!"
"Why?"
"Because you're WEAK!" The young girl parked the car and they got out. She went crying
to her mom that she failed. Just then, Goku returned.
"Good job! Except for that mailbox you hit, you're an excellent driver! I'll pass you
as long as you promise not to do that again."
"Yes sir, thank you, Goku!" the girl quickly hugged Goku and ran off to get her parents.
Goku blushed. Then he saw Vegeta and they decided to get their next assignments. Two more girls.
Why girls? They are the worst drivers. (Author's note: I know, for I am a female driver.)
Vegeta got into a red car with a pale-faced woman dressed in dark clothing. She even scared
Vegeta.
"Ok, lets go," he ordered. She went through her maneuverability and driving perfectly.
Still, she frightened him. How dare she frighten the Prince of all Saiyans? She fails
immediately because of that.
"All right, brat, you fail. -45 for you!"
"Oh piss, next time," was all she said.
Later on, Goku and Vegeta were on their break. Vegeta was proud since he had failed 7 brats that
day compared to Goku's 1 (he failed him for hitting a pedestrian). Suddenly, he was confronted
by the patrolwoman from before.
"What the hell is the matter with you? Do you know how swamped we are? I don't care how
crappy these kids drive, pass 'em anyway! We're already booked solid for the next two weeks!
We have no room for these failures! Be more like your friend here."
"WHAAAAT?" Vegeta yelled and stood up, " Be more like KAKAROTT? That weak third class
warrior? NEVER!"
"If you don't, you're fired!"
"Blast you, woman," he shouted and sat back down.
" Oh, I just remembered that I need to see your licenses. I need to see how long you've
been driving."
"Ok," Goku took his out and showed it to the patrolwoman.
"All right, and now you, Vegeta."
"I don't have a license."
"What? You don't drive? Uuurgh! Don't you know you need to drive before you can
examine others?
"No."
"What planet are you from?"
"Planet Vegeta."
"That's it, smartass, you are OUTTA HERE!"
"FINE!" Vegeta left the building.
"Hey, Vegeta, wait up!" Goku yelled, "Sorry, lady, if he goes, I do to. Bye! It was fun."
Goku then took off after Vegeta.
Later that evening, Vegeta and Goku arrived at Capsule Corp. Bulma and ChiChi were
awaiting their arrival.
"Hi guys, how was work?" Bulma asked.
"They found out I can't drive and fired me." Vegeta said flatly.
"I quit too, since Vegeta's not there," Goku added.
"That's my Goku," ChiChi said, "Always thinking of his friends. Tee hee hee, you look
really cute in your uniform Goku."
"You think so?" Goku chuckled while blushing.
"Oh yeah!" ChiChi winked at him. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and shuddered.
Goku looked at them and quickly said, "I think we'll be going home now, BYE!" He took ChiChi and
flew off. Bulma and Vegeta went inside after that. Vegeta hadn't eaten all day and was starving.
Bulma asked how his day was as he was scarfing down piles of food.
"Horrible, woman! I want to repress the memory of this day more than I want to repress
the memories of my childhood with Freeza!"
"That bad, huh?"
"BAD doesn't begin to describe it. I nearly get whiplash from a schoolgirl, some goth
girl scared the hell out of me, my hair got caught in the door of a minivan, and worst of all,
I had to spend the day with KAKAROTT!"
"Wow, that does sound bad. Now you know what it's like to put in a hard days work. Can
I expect you to help me out from now on?" Vegeta only gave her a nasty look. She came closer to
him and whispered in his ear, "Goku's not the only one who looks cute in that uniform" and gave
him a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled and they ran upstairs.
failed me twice) Ms. Vegeta, since she had his personality down to the
T. So, I wrote this piece of fanfiction dedicated to my fellow drivers
who've had horrible driving expiriences too. I would like to note that
in my state it is BMV (Bureau of Motor Vehicles) and not DMV
(Department of Motor Vehicles), so for those who may wonder why I didn't
put DMV, there ya go! (Disclaimer: I don't own any DBZ characters)
Vegeta: Driving Examiner
It was another beautiful day at Capsule Corp. Trunks and Goten were busy sparring,
while Vegeta, reluctantly, supervised. He hated having to watch his brat spar, especially with
the son of a low class warrior, since it took away from his own training time. Bulma came out
of the house to see how everyone was.
"Hey, Vegeta. How are they doing?"
"Dammit, woman, why do I have to sit here and watch them spar? I should be doing my own
training."
"Because, dumbass, if you don't and one of them gets hurt, you'll be sleeping on the
couch for the rest of your life. Besides, it's not like you have anything BETTER to do."
"Yes, I do! I could be training."
"Ha! That's more important than your own son?"
"Yes!"
"Vegeta, you're terrible." Bulma and Vegeta were about to get into a big fight, when
ChiChi and Goku arrived to pick up Goten.
"Hi guys!" Goku said cheerfully.
"Good," Vegeta said, "Now you can watch the brats while I go and train."
"NOT SO FAST, VEGETA!" Bulma yelled, "We're not finished yet. I work my ass off all day
at Capsule Corp. trying to earn a living for us, while you play around all damn day. The least
you could do is spend some time with our son."
"Uh oh," Goku and ChiChi mumbled.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL MY TRAINING PLAYING? I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS! IT IS MY DUTY
TO MY SAIYAN ANCESTRY TO..."
"Oh, shut up, Vegeta! You have no idea what it means to do an honest days work!"
"So?"
"UUURGH! Have you no respect for me? That's it! If you can't get a job by next week,
you're OUTTA HERE!"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. GET A DAMN JOB!"
"Me...the Prince of Saiyans...WORK?"
"Don't worry, Vegeta," Goku interrupted, "I'll look for a job with you. We'll get jobs
together!"
"Job hunting with Kakarott, what fun," he said sarcastically.
The next day, Goku arrived at Capsule Corp. with a newspaper to look for jobs with Vegeta.
Needless to say, Vegeta would have rather been hanging upside down by his toes than job-hunting
with Goku.
"Hmmm, lets see what we can find. McDonalds? Nah, fast food's a pain. Radio Shack?
Not a good idea either, Vegeta and I have sensitive hearing. Here we go!" Goku lifted the paper
to Vegeta and pointed at one of the ads, "Driving examiners needed. No experience necessary.
Pays $13.50 an hour. This is the one for us, Vegeta!"
"Driving examiners, Kakarott? What the hell is that?"
"They are the ones who determine if you get a driver's license or not. All you have to
do is sit back while someone else drives you around, I think, and then you rate how well they did."
"That sounds terrible."
"No way! It'll be lots of fun. Come on, let's go to the BMV."
Vegeta and Goku took off for the BMV. When they got there, the place was crawling with
people. Summertime was primetime for kids to be testing for their license, and this place was
full of noisy teenagers. After pushing through the crowd, they finally got up to the front desk.
"What do you want? I'm busy!" a patrolwoman yelled.
"Umm, we're here to apply for examiners positions," Goku shouted.
"You're hired! You start in two hours, go home and change into these," she threw Goku
two uniforms. He handed one to Vegeta, and they left.
Back at Capsule Corp, Vegeta had just changed into his uniform and Goku is waiting for
him to come out of the bathroom so he can change into his.
"Come on out, Vegeta, I'm sure you don't look THAT bad."
"NO!"
Just then, Bulma entered the hallway.
"Hey, Goku. Where's Vegeta?" she asked.
"He's inside getting ready."
"You guys got jobs? That's great! Where at?"
"The BMV. We're driving examiners," Goku said proudly. Bulma stared at him for a second
before she busted up laughing, "What's so funny, Bulma?"
"You guys are DRIVING EXAMINERS? HAHAHAHA! Vegeta doesn't even have a license, and you,
Goku, failed your test FIVE times!" After hearing this, Vegeta came out of the bathroom.
"LISTEN, UP WOMAN! I'll show YOU! I will be the BEST driving examiner there! On my
pride as a Saiyan, I shall be the greatest!" Bulma looked at Vegeta in his uniform and couldn't
help but laugh some more. Vegeta in a patrol uniform was by far the most ridiculous thing she
had ever seen him in. Goku took the opportunity to get into the bathroom and change into his
uniform. Once he was done, they went to their jobs.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the BMV. The patrolwoman from before briefed them
on what they were to do, then gave them their first assignments. They walked outside and there
were two cars, each with female drivers. Goku walked up to a tan car. The girl inside had short
blonde hair, jeans, a white T-Shirt, and a smile as big as Goku's.
"Hi, how's it going? My name's Goku and I'll be your driving examiner." After their
formalities, they were off. Vegeta walked up to a white car. The driver was wearing a plaid
skirt and pigtails.
"Ok, brat, I'm Vegeta, lets go." The girl pulled out so fast that the tires squealed,
then quickly came to a stop. If Vegeta weren't a Saiyan, he probably would have gotten whiplash
from it.
"Oopsie, tee hee," the girl laughed. Vegeta snarled at her, "Do that again, brat, and
I'll blast you into the next dimension!" Instantly, the girl started crying. Vegeta groaned,
and then yelled, "That's it, YOU FAIL!"
"Why?"
"Because you're WEAK!" The young girl parked the car and they got out. She went crying
to her mom that she failed. Just then, Goku returned.
"Good job! Except for that mailbox you hit, you're an excellent driver! I'll pass you
as long as you promise not to do that again."
"Yes sir, thank you, Goku!" the girl quickly hugged Goku and ran off to get her parents.
Goku blushed. Then he saw Vegeta and they decided to get their next assignments. Two more girls.
Why girls? They are the worst drivers. (Author's note: I know, for I am a female driver.)
Vegeta got into a red car with a pale-faced woman dressed in dark clothing. She even scared
Vegeta.
"Ok, lets go," he ordered. She went through her maneuverability and driving perfectly.
Still, she frightened him. How dare she frighten the Prince of all Saiyans? She fails
immediately because of that.
"All right, brat, you fail. -45 for you!"
"Oh piss, next time," was all she said.
Later on, Goku and Vegeta were on their break. Vegeta was proud since he had failed 7 brats that
day compared to Goku's 1 (he failed him for hitting a pedestrian). Suddenly, he was confronted
by the patrolwoman from before.
"What the hell is the matter with you? Do you know how swamped we are? I don't care how
crappy these kids drive, pass 'em anyway! We're already booked solid for the next two weeks!
We have no room for these failures! Be more like your friend here."
"WHAAAAT?" Vegeta yelled and stood up, " Be more like KAKAROTT? That weak third class
warrior? NEVER!"
"If you don't, you're fired!"
"Blast you, woman," he shouted and sat back down.
" Oh, I just remembered that I need to see your licenses. I need to see how long you've
been driving."
"Ok," Goku took his out and showed it to the patrolwoman.
"All right, and now you, Vegeta."
"I don't have a license."
"What? You don't drive? Uuurgh! Don't you know you need to drive before you can
examine others?
"No."
"What planet are you from?"
"Planet Vegeta."
"That's it, smartass, you are OUTTA HERE!"
"FINE!" Vegeta left the building.
"Hey, Vegeta, wait up!" Goku yelled, "Sorry, lady, if he goes, I do to. Bye! It was fun."
Goku then took off after Vegeta.
Later that evening, Vegeta and Goku arrived at Capsule Corp. Bulma and ChiChi were
awaiting their arrival.
"Hi guys, how was work?" Bulma asked.
"They found out I can't drive and fired me." Vegeta said flatly.
"I quit too, since Vegeta's not there," Goku added.
"That's my Goku," ChiChi said, "Always thinking of his friends. Tee hee hee, you look
really cute in your uniform Goku."
"You think so?" Goku chuckled while blushing.
"Oh yeah!" ChiChi winked at him. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and shuddered.
Goku looked at them and quickly said, "I think we'll be going home now, BYE!" He took ChiChi and
flew off. Bulma and Vegeta went inside after that. Vegeta hadn't eaten all day and was starving.
Bulma asked how his day was as he was scarfing down piles of food.
"Horrible, woman! I want to repress the memory of this day more than I want to repress
the memories of my childhood with Freeza!"
"That bad, huh?"
"BAD doesn't begin to describe it. I nearly get whiplash from a schoolgirl, some goth
girl scared the hell out of me, my hair got caught in the door of a minivan, and worst of all,
I had to spend the day with KAKAROTT!"
"Wow, that does sound bad. Now you know what it's like to put in a hard days work. Can
I expect you to help me out from now on?" Vegeta only gave her a nasty look. She came closer to
him and whispered in his ear, "Goku's not the only one who looks cute in that uniform" and gave
him a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled and they ran upstairs.