AN: Hey guys! I was having some problemas with my computer and I accidentally uploaded the first chapter without a disclaimer or a AN (I think) I may never know. So there are three chapters right now, I haven't finished the story yet :(. There is only one thing that will make my story writing faster. (Well two actually) 1. END SCHOOL! (ITS SPRING BREAK RIGHT NOW) 2.GIVE ME A WHOLE BUNCH OF REVIEWS!! REMEMBER WHAT SMO-KAY THE BEAR SAYS: "ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT WRITER'S BLOCK!" sorry smoky the bear lovers, I just couldn't help myself. DON'T FORGET I NEED YOUR REVIEWS. AND E-MAIL ME! @:MACT51@AOL.COM IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ME, HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS OR PICTURES OF VEGETA :) OR ANY STORY IDEAS. I THINK IM GOING TO MAKE A STORY WITH SOME OF THE FANFICTION.NET WRITERS IN IT, AND IF I LIKE YOUR IDEAS ILL PUT YOU IN THERE.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own DBZ and it's characters, oh and Barbie/Ken/Mattel doesn't belong to me either(next chapter), smo-kay the bear is my property. :)

CHAPTER 2 (PRESIDENT BRIEFS)

The Z gang goes to the White House

"Hey guys! Guess what? One of the president's employees just called me. Seems as though, the president wants to thank us for saving Hemisphere X, in person. We're going to the White House courtesy of the president, in a private jet the day after tomorrow!" Goku exclaimed.

The guys (minus Piccolo who just grunted, and Vegeta who crossed his arms and scowled at the lack of speed in their departure, and Goku, who was being watched by Chichi) cheered.

"Wait. There's a slight catch. Only four of us can go."

Yamcha immediately raised his hand, "Me, I need to go, I'm single."

"I guess you can go Yamcha. I think Vegeta should go too, and me, since I'm the unofficial leader of this group, and…Piccolo!"

"Aw, come on, Goku! Give me a break!" Kulilin yelled.

"Sorry, but I think he should go."

"Would you guys kindly leave the premises and never return?" Chichi said scathingly.

"Uh, sure, see you tomorrow at your place again Goku." The guys said leaving. Chichi scowled at their retreating backs and cleared up their mess.

"Well Vegeta, you and Goku will need new clothes if you're going to see the president…for how long did you say Goku?"

"I didn't say, but the guy said a week or two."

"Well tomorrow, we go shopping." Chichi exclaimed excitedly.

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Bulma lay on her waterbed and sighed. In two days, she had to meet with those bumpkins from her old hometown.

**"Dad, I love Capsule Corp., and I love you and mom, but I despise what you're trying to make me do!"

"Bulma, I believe there is a phrase from long ago that says exactly what I'm thinking right now; 'It's my way or the high way'."

"Well when you put it like that I guess I have no choice. Good bye daddy." Bulma said leaving.

"Bulma, if you leave now, you can never come back and you can never gain control of Capsule Corp." Dr. Briefs said grabbing Bulma's arm.

Bulma yanked her arm back. "Good. Bye." She ran out of the room. **

**Hard to believe that after that she soon became the governor of the world. Soon afterwards, Bulma "merged" with Capsule Corp., after a very emotional and very long and very beneficial discussion with her father. She soon gained control over the whole world. There was usually peace on earth, which was good for Bulma, if she wanted to try to run again a year-and-a-half. The only "bad-thing" was she hated her lousy job and wanted to quit, the only reason why she didn't do it was because 1. It would make her father mad and 2. She wasn't a quitter.

Bulma changed into her very conservative pajamas and went to sleep, with the burden of the world on her shoulders.

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The next morning at 5:00 a.m. Chichi woke the two Saiyans by clanging two frying pans together.

"Wake up! We've got a lot to do today!"

Vegeta, who was used to being up at this hour (he was usually training at 5:30, but he'd been trying to "loosen up" a little."

Goku whined but did as he was told. As soon as Chichi got food into him he was ready to go.

"Hold on Goku. First I have to make a (dun dun dun) list."

Goku whined and spread out on the couch. Vegeta leaned against the wall behind Goku and snorted in disgust.

"Let's see, you'll both need maybe a couple of suits, some ties, socks, new shoes…" Chichi prattled on and on and the two men groaned in exasperation.

"…and that's it." Chichi finished. "Let's go!"

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Five hours later, they returned home, tired and loaded down with packages. Even Chichi was exhausted.

"You can't possibly be missing anything. Now at least we won't get shown up by the president. I voted for her, she seems a very nice girl, but I don't think she really needs to be president. She's smart, good, and intelligent, but she doesn't really seem…hungry for the job. You know what I mean, guys?" Chi hi asked.

"Speaking of hunger, I'm starving." Goku exclaimed.

"Where's our brunch, woman?"

"You town can not eat five meals a day, plus snacks each and every day!" Chichi groaned going into the kitchen.

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The very next day, at about noon, a limousine pulled into Goku's driveway. A few men in black suits ran up to the door and knocked. Goku answered it.

"You Goku? It is time for us to escort you to the jet." One of the agents said.

"Just a second. Could you guys come in here?" Goku beckoned.

The government agents filed in and glanced about the house suspiciously.

"Could you pose for a picture, please?"

"Uh…actually…"

Goku and Yamcha ran over to the agents, put their arms over their shoulders, and grinned.

"Come on Vegeta and Piccolo, get with the program."

Vegeta stood in the front (he was, alas, the shortest) folded his arms and scowled down at the floor. Piccolo did the same in the back next to Goku.

"Smile!" Chichi said taking the picture.

"Okay, now we can leave." Goku said smiling. The agents were irritated but they went out to the limo and helped the men with their bags. Chichi waved and they were on their way.

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"Uh, sirs, the complimentary peanuts are a snack, not a meal." The stewardess stammered.

Vegeta and Goku ignored her and kept pigging out. Yamcha and Piccolo, who moved to the front, pretended not to know them, as they hunched down in their seats. The men in black were sitting in the middle. Yamcha closed his eyes, * this is gonna be one long trip * he thought tiredly.

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It was 8:00 p.m. when they reached the White House; tired and bored.

"Sirs, if you will step this way, we are now departing the vehicle."

The four tired fighters got out of their seats and awkwardly made their way down the ramp.

"There will be a ceremony tomorrow. For now, you are to rest, and you will first meet the president at the event, she's very busy and doesn't have time to see you. If you will please step into the limo; your luggage is being taken care of and we need to arrive at the Whit House before it gets much later."

Everyone climbed into the limo and twenty-five silent minutes later, they reached the White House.

"Wow, I never knew it was so huge!" Yamcha gasped. Vegeta scowled at Yamcha and got out of the parked limo, with Goku, Yamcha, and then Piccolo on his heels.

"Right this way gentlemen.' One of the agents said, heading up the stairs to the White House. He led them up many stairs and through several corridors to a long passageway of bedrooms. "Here are your rooms. If you need anything pick up the phone and dial *24. Bye now." The agent said leaving.

"Oh, wow, these rooms are huge!" Yamcha gasped.

"Well at least we don't have to share rooms." Vegeta said trying not to yawn. Goku saw him and smiled.

"I think we should go to bed now so we can be alert and ready for anything tomorrow. I think I'm suffering from jet-lag." He said yawning. "Good night everyone." Goku said, going into one of the rooms.

"Wait! Sirs, here is all of your luggage." An exhausted servant panted, with three others trailing behind him. The three bachelors (and Goku) grabbed their luggage, chose a room, and closed their door.

Vegeta showered, changed into his boxers, and went to bed still yawning. He lay across his bed with his arms behind his head, anxiously anticipating his meeting with the president.

"She will be mine." Vegeta vowed, as he drifted off to sleep.