Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.unfortunately

Vegeta: I think that for my own personal safety that that statement is a good thing.

Oceanyca: * glares at Vegeta*

Vegeta: * smirks*

Oceanyca: * sighs* I'm getting better at choosing my battles. * suddenly brightens up* I got reviews!!! ^_^ That makes me soo happy!!! Thanks sooo very much for the ideas, I'll be sure to use them in my own twisted little ways.

Vegeta: * eyes widen as he desperately tries to escape*

Oceanyca: * reads over the reviews again* I feel so loved!!! * sniffles and hugs Vegeta with a death grip hold*

Vegeta: * oxygen is cut off and he passes out*

Oceanyca: * eyes widen and I shake Vegeta* WAKE UP!!!

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"Vegeta Goes to the Gym". Membership?



After eating, Vegeta headed out the door, but was stopped by Bulma.

"You need this at a gym," she said, handing him a gym bag. "I already packed it, so no need to worry about anything!"

Vegeta looks at her strangely before nodding and taking off into the sky.

Bulma shuts the door and begins to giggles as she rushes over to the phone to gossip with ChiChi.

Our Prince lands outside the Satan City Gym, earning some strange looks. He looks at the building that had a giant picture of Mr. Satan on the outside. Vegeta made a look of disgust before entering the place.

Immediately upon entering, he was greeted by a person behind a large desk, "Welcome to the Satan City Gym! How may I help you today?"

The layout of the lobby was pretty simple, few chairs, a couple of chairs, and a bunch of pictures of Mr.Satan on the walls. The pictures made Vegeta shudder and just then did he noticed the woman behind the desk in the middle of the room.

Vegeta did a double take on the girl, she looked very similar to Mrs. Briefs, just with her hair in a ponytail on the side. He walked over to the desk, "I was sent here to train."

"Are you a member of this gym?"

"Member?"

"To 'train' here, one must be a member! Would you like to become a member?"

Vegeta shrugs and nods.

"Okay! I need you to fill out a few forms, please." The young lady then handed Vegeta a rather large stack of papers, a clipboard, and a pen. "You can sit down over there," she said, pointing to a couple of chairs off to the side.

Vegeta looked at the load of papers, grunted, and sat down. He took the first form and looked at it:

Name: Address: Age:

And the list went on and on. The saiyan sighed and began to fill it out. After an hour, he had finally completed all the forms. Vegeta brought all the forms back to the desk, "Now what?"

"Well," the lady read his name off the first paper, "Mr.Ouji! We need a payment of $100 and we need to take your picture."

Vegeta handed the woman $100. Bulma had made him carry some cash around now wherever he went. The lady smiles, takes the money, puts it in the register and then types some stuff into the computer. "If you could follow me, we will get your picture take for your i.d.!"

She walks through a door and Vegeta followed. The nameless woman who I shall now call Sharon walked over to a camera, "If you could stand on that X on the ground Mr.Ouji."

Vegeta snorted and walked over to the X staring into the lens of the camera. His arms crossed, legs slightly apart, and a scowl on his face, the proud prince waited for the picture to be taken.

Sharon clears her throat, "Smile!" She peers into the lens to see Vegeta in the same stance, "Mr.Ouji, could you please smile?" He doesn't move. "Sir, I would really appreciate it if you would smile, just a little bit.." Vegeta does nothing. Sharon was fuming by now, never had anyone refused to smile when she took their picture. This had to be the biggest insult of her life. Besides that snotty girl at her prom who had worn the same dress, but that doesn't matter!

Vegeta noticed her reaction and smirked. * *****Oceanyca: * melts* ahhh! ***** * Sharon sees this and decides it's the closest thing to a smile that she'll ever get so she snaps his picture. Next to her a machine begins whirring and a little i.d. card with Vegeta's picture, name, code #, and the Satan City gym logo on it pops out. She hands it to Vegeta then leads him out into the lobby area again.

"Welcome to the Satan City Gym!" she says happily, "You are now an official member."

"Whoop-dee-do"

Sharon ignores that comment and continues, "Once you walk through those doors over there, you will meet your new trainer who will give you a tour of our facilities and will aid you in your training." Her hand points to the doors on the left of the desk.

Vegeta looks at the doors skeptically, "A trainer? I do not need a trainer!"

"I'm sorry sir, but here, everyone gets their own trainer. If you do not like yours, you can just ignore them. Although that may irritate them" She replies smartly, noticing for the first time how well built Vegeta already was.

Vegeta grunts and walks through the doors.

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Oceanyca: I think that's a lovely ending.

Vegeta: No it isn't * he takes a few deep breathes, still recovering from earlier*

Oceanyca: Anyway, I have an idea in my head for who his trainer will be. but I have a question: Do people have assistant trainers too?

Vegeta: What does that have to do with anything?

Oceanyca: * grins* Sore wa himitsu desu! Sorry, I saw an opportunity so I used Xellos's trademark phrase! ^_^

Vegeta: * sighs*

Oceanyca: Anyway, Please Review!