Vegeta walked up to the desk, not to sure of what he was suppose to do. (Yeah I know, Goku's the one with half a brain-Don't kill me Goku fans!- but I'm just thinking, how is a saiyan prince suppose to know how to apply for a job?)

"Yes?" the blonde bimbo sitting behind the desk asked. Not looking up from the magazine she was so engrossed in.

Vegeta remained silent.

She looked up, "Oh, Vegeta! Head on down the hall, first door on the left."

He went down the hall, into the first door on the left without a word of thanks or knocking on the door.

"God," the bimbo muttered, "Bulma's right. He is sooooo polite."

"Vegeta! What are you doing here? Why are you wearing a suit?" Dr. Briefs asked, in total shock that Vegeta was actually wearing a suit.

"That blasted daughter of yours made me come, and you can ask her why I'm here," Vegeta growled at him.

Dr. Briefs picked up the phone and dialed. Bulma was waiting for a call from Chi Chi. Chi Chi was suppose to fill her in on all of the details of what happened yesterday about Gohan's suit.

"Bulma? Did you send Vegeta here?" her father asked.

Pause. Dr. Briefs looked like he was on the verge of crying. But not because he was sad, oh no, after Vegeta had screamed at him to fix the Gravitron before the androids attacked. It seemed as though nobody could order Vegeta around. Now seeing that his own daughter could, this was going to be good.

A slight smirk came across Dr. Briefs' face as he put down the phone. Vegeta, being the Prince of All Saiyans, showed no fear. Even though he was sweating bullets inside.

"Okay, since this was a last minute thing. I don't expect you to have all of the proper requirements for the interview. But, I will submit a resume to Mr. Satan's Fighting Dojo, for you, as I know how much you love to fight, and this way you won't be slaving in a lab," Dr. Briefs said, expecting a thank-you. But, of course, got nothing in return.

Vegeta walked out and instantly tore the tie off from around his suit, and it was smoking in his hand.

He walked back to the house and as soon as he stepped inside he tore the jacket off and threw it onto the couch, or rather onto Bulma. Who was on the couch chatting to Chi Chi.

"Vegeta you! Hold on one sec Chi Chi, gotta take care of a bit of trash," Bulma quickly said. She put down the phone briefly, picked up the jacket and stormed off after the stubborn saiyan.

She was about to storm into the room she gave him when she bashed straight into the door! He locked the bloody door.

But the key was in her pocket, she always kept it there for whenever she got desperate that she could just piss him off and go into his bedroom. She was planning on destroying all of his armour and leaving that pink shirt he seems to "love" so much.

She opened the door, ready to scream at him when he threw something in her face. Then threw her out of the room literally with his energy.

She caught him totally naked and he was not happy.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he screamed at her, "Oh wait, that's assuming that you can think which is betting on quite a bit isn't it?"

"Oh I should just get Goku to come here and whup your sorry ass," Bulma growled before stomping off.

Vegeta came out in just black shorts and shot down the stairs and cornered Bulma before she could pick up the phone.

"No one, and I mean no one compares the Prince of All Saiyans to a 3rd-Class Baka!" he said in a low menacing voice to her, catching her dead in the eye. If she didn't love him and didn't know that he would never do anything to hurt her, she might actually have been scared.

But she knew that so didn't worry about it. He may act tough, but she was his boss. And wasn't even getting paid for that!

He walked off, "Hey! Vegetable head!"

Vegeta came back around, had her cornered again and was giving her a death glare, "Don't call me that…" He let the threat hang.

"The prince of saiyans hands out an empty threat? That's a first for a man of his word," Bulma mumbled, forgetting about a saiyans acute hearing.

He placed a hand tightly around her throat, glaring at her straight in the eye. She showed fear, just the smallest bit. And this time round, actually felt it.

When he was sure she got the message he released his grip, but kept her cornered, "What did you want?"

"I just wanted to know how your interview went, it seemed pretty quick considering that Chi Chi only got up to the part where you smashed the door down."

"The interview was cancelled and your father is sending something to the clown's dojo," Vegeta said, gruffly.

"He suggested you work for Hercule?" Bulma asked, fighting back a huge laugh.

He just turned around and headed out the door.

In just a matter of minutes the tissue box was empty.

"Bulma! Bulma, BULMA!" Chi Chi screamed into the phone, she had heard an argument and definitely wanted to know what it was about if Bulma was crying.

She picked up the phone, "Sorry, Chi Chi. Veggie just told me what my father made him do-" Bulma cut off again laughing.

"Goku, Goku!" Chi Chi called on the other side of the line. He appeared with an apple in his mouth.

"Yeah?"

"Could you go over to Bulma's to see how she is? And take me with you? She sounds hysterical."

"Okay, just lemme grab a bite to eat," Goku answered heading to the fridge.

To be continued…