Um i don't own dragon ball in any way shape or form, so don't sue me cos i don't have any money :) !!
oh and this is my first story every so be nice.
Vegeta is sitting in a waiting room dressed in a suit. Even for vegeta he is not looking very happy!
Thinks to him self "damn that women making me wear this human clothing! Why does any one need so many pockets ?
A door opening brought him back to the real world
"come right this way sir" said a short (even shorter that vegeta) old man, going gray at the sides, "we're ready for you".
Vegeta followed this man in to a large magnolia room which contained only 4 chairs and a long,over polished table. The little man took the empty chair behind the table next to has assistants. Vegeta took his seat in the middle of the room.
"ar good afternoon Mr. Vegetable" said the little old man
"the name vageta" he growled
"right vegeta, can you tell me, us why you applied for this job?" continuing with the interview (brave man)
vegeta replied "that damn woman made me do it" (recalling all he went through with the woman)" what need is there for me, prince of all saiya-jins to get a job!"
a puzzled look spread across the interview panels faces.
"right moving on, what qualifications do you have?"
a pissed off vegeta answer " what on this mud balls name would i need qualifications for I'm a prince and the strongest fighter it the hole universe!"
now the poor people stuck in a room with a mad man blocking the door paled a lot, being very brave (or stupid) someone piped up " er sir....... are you ok, i mean mentally?"
that was it vegeta snapped and fired a few large ki blasts at the annoying humans.
As the dust and smoke settled all that was left was 3 charred chairs. Vegeta snorted and took off
he was betting he didn't get the job.
Well there you go, please be nice and maybe I'll put more on later. bye!
oh and this is my first story every so be nice.
Vegeta is sitting in a waiting room dressed in a suit. Even for vegeta he is not looking very happy!
Thinks to him self "damn that women making me wear this human clothing! Why does any one need so many pockets ?
A door opening brought him back to the real world
"come right this way sir" said a short (even shorter that vegeta) old man, going gray at the sides, "we're ready for you".
Vegeta followed this man in to a large magnolia room which contained only 4 chairs and a long,over polished table. The little man took the empty chair behind the table next to has assistants. Vegeta took his seat in the middle of the room.
"ar good afternoon Mr. Vegetable" said the little old man
"the name vageta" he growled
"right vegeta, can you tell me, us why you applied for this job?" continuing with the interview (brave man)
vegeta replied "that damn woman made me do it" (recalling all he went through with the woman)" what need is there for me, prince of all saiya-jins to get a job!"
a puzzled look spread across the interview panels faces.
"right moving on, what qualifications do you have?"
a pissed off vegeta answer " what on this mud balls name would i need qualifications for I'm a prince and the strongest fighter it the hole universe!"
now the poor people stuck in a room with a mad man blocking the door paled a lot, being very brave (or stupid) someone piped up " er sir....... are you ok, i mean mentally?"
that was it vegeta snapped and fired a few large ki blasts at the annoying humans.
As the dust and smoke settled all that was left was 3 charred chairs. Vegeta snorted and took off
he was betting he didn't get the job.
Well there you go, please be nice and maybe I'll put more on later. bye!