Ya know, this fic was once meant to be sort of serious o.O. I blame the last chapter on hallucinations due to "all-natural" cold remedies and angry lawn gnomes, I'm better now, so things might just be okay…Oh well, I honestly have no idea where this fic is going, it all really depends on the mood I'm in when I write…suggestions are welcome of course! ^_- But, don't be upset if I don't use them, and I will blatantly ignore and laugh openly at suggestions that I find clichéd and virtually implausible. Yeah well, that's about all…and to Flirtatious, let us continue to blame Canada for all that is wrong in this world! And we'll never let stoopid Canucks get us down!! (And if you happen to be a Canadian and find this upsetting, I'm so sorry, it's not your fault you were born there.)
This chapter was brought to you by the song "This is Your Life" by the Dust Brothers, featuring Tyler Durden from the movie Fight Club, I love this song ^_^;;.
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"Mmm…don't worry Minako-chan, I'm good at walking the plank…" Usagi turned over onto her other side and promptly fell off of the couch she was sleeping on and onto the hard wooden floor. "Itai…" she mumbled.
"Oh good, you're up," Minako said cheerfully as she entered the living room with a cup of tea in her hands.
"Shh, not so loud," Usagi croaked, fully waking up to a pounding headache. She sat up and the pounding got stronger. "What happened?"
"You got a little out of hand with the rum and cokes," Minako answered. "Here, drink this, it'll make you feel better,"
Usagi took a grateful sip from the cup of tea. "I think that's the last time I go clubbing with you Minako-chan,"
"Well it wouldn't have been so bad if that ugly guy in the weird spandex hadn't caused that huge fight,"
"The only thing I remember is some American guy, crying a lot and something about coconuts," Usagi felt a wave of nausea come over her. "Ohh," she moaned. "I'll never drink again,"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Minako agreed. "If going to puke, at least go to the bathroom, I'll hold your hair out of the way,"
"Thanks, what a friend," She replied sarcastically. "What's today?"
"Sunday,"
"My first day of work's tomorrow!" Usagi felt panic begin to mix with her nausea. "I'll feel better by then won't I?"
"Oh yeah, best thing to do is sleep it off," Minako said wisely. "Go take a shower, take some aspirin and go back to bed,"
"When are you leaving for that trip?"
"Tonight, you have to call me tomorrow and tell me how your day was," Minako said with a grin, and then got a strange gleam in her eye. "We have to figure out what you're going to wear!"
"Okay, soon as I'm done retching,"
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"Konnichi wa Usagi-san," Bulma said with a warm smile.
"Konnichi wa Bulma-san," Usagi replied. Her hangover had worn off relatively quickly, and she had been lucky enough to be on time for work, and wearing an outfit Minako had picked out the day before.
"This will be your desk," Bulma gestured to the piece of furniture. "There's a phone, a computer, and if there's anything you need that isn't here feel free to ask, I'm going to be on the phone with lawyers for most of the day because of a large lawsuit involving my husband and a nightclub, while I do that could you file these papers, and take any phone calls?"
"Okay," Usagi said, taking the large pile of papers from Bulma and sitting down at her new desk. Bulma disappeared into her office. "This isn't so bad," she said out loud as she began to file the papers. "At least I'm not spilling fried food on customers this time,"
Ten minutes later, Usagi had finished her filing.
Fifteen minutes later, she was bored out of her mind.
'Ring damn it, ring!' She telepathically shouted at the telephone as she glared at it. 'Please ring? Pretty please with coconuts and cherries on top?'
She stared at it for a moment longer before letting her forehead drop to her desk with a thud.
The phone rang shrilly, startling her out of her stupor. She scrambled to answer it.
"Moshi moshi," Usagi chirped in a cheerful voice. "You have reached Capsule Corps, how may I help you?"
"Moshi moshi," A very agitated woman was on the other end. "Is Bulma there?"
"I'm sorry but she's busy right now, may I take a message?"
"She can't be that busy! This is very urgent!" The woman all but exploded.
"I'm sorry Miss, but she's making some very important calls, I can take a message though and she'll get back to-"
"Listen honey, I'm old enough to be your mother, don't 'Miss' me!" Usagi cringed as the woman continued her tirade. "And you tell Bulma that if Gohan isn't home in three minutes then I'm calling the police! I don't want him hanging out with hoodlums! I knew it was a bad idea to ever let him go over there, he's probably joined a gang and died his hair again!"
"Um, I'll tell her that, I promise I'll make sure she gets back to you as soon as possible," Usagi said, holding the phone away from her ear as the woman continued on. "Um, bye then," she hung, cutting the woman off, and resumed staring at the telephone.
'Don't ring, DON'T ring,'
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"Oh you wouldn't believe it Minako-chan," Usagi said on the phone later that night. She was in her pajamas in the kitchen, finishing off a pint of ice cream. "The weirdest people call this place, I kept getting this one woman who was demanding she see her son, and then this old guy got his speed dial mixed up and thought that I was one of those phone sex operators!"
"No way!" Minako cried, and then burst out laughing. "What did you do?"
"I told him he had the wrong number!" Usagi said, feeling her cheeks redden. "What else was I supposed to do?!"
"I don't know! At least you're getting paid a fortune," Minako pointed out.
"Speaking of which, when are you coming back?" Usagi asked.
"Well, the video's taking longer than we thought, so probably Saturday,"
"Ughh," Usagi groaned. "Minako-chan, I need you here to help me survive this job!"
"Don't worry, you'll be fine, just do your best," Minako said encouragingly.
"Easy for you to say," Usagi grumbled.
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After a few weeks Usagi got used to her job, and even started to enjoy it to some extent. It paid well and Bulma was good boss. But things got interesting when Bulma offered her a promotion that week…
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Guess you'll have to wait for the interesting part since I'm running out of energy and have to clean my room, pack and learn some stoopid routine for this weekend…oh yeah, homework needs to fit in there somewhere…-_-;;
Next time Okaeri Nasai! Babysitting! What happens when Usagi meets, and gets stuck with a five-year-old Chibi-Trunks, a four-year-old Goten, a thirteen-year-old Gohan and a really cute Mirai no Trunks? Well, you get the Play Date from H.E. Double Hockey Sticks! (H.E. Double Hockey Sticks is copyright Disney and Flirtatious Flamingo Enterprises, I just enjoy stealing things from my big pink bird friend ^_^) So prepare for the circus! And call Child Welfare!! O.o;;