Bulma was sleeping soundly until she heard the phone ring and fell out of bed because of it.

"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs called, "It's for you."

"Thanks mum," Bulma replied, tiredly. She was gonna scream at whoever was on the other line.

"Hello?"

Pause. "Mum! You can put down the other phone!"

"Uh, yes. It is a bad time."

Pause.

"After lunch…"

Pause

"Bye."

She hung up and went back to sleep.

2 hours later…

"Mum, wake up! Mum!" Trunks was screaming and jumping up and down on his parent's bed.

"What is it Trunks?" she asked, annoyed.

He turned on the TV and changed to the Kid's Channel.

"This is so funny."

Banana Man was on.

*Vegeta should use this next,* Bulma laughed.

*What should I use next?*

Bulma cursed under her breath.

*Banana Man, Vegeta.*

*That stupid show.*

Then Eric ate a banana and turned into this blue-caped guy. Banana Man! (This is from memory, watching it like 6 years ago.)

"What would your dad look like in that?" Bulma asked her son.

Trunks started laughing, then the image came up in her mind and she started laughing too.

That episode finished with Banana Man beating this guy after he made spotted bananas.

Trunks went back out to his playroom and this was what came blasting back…

"Earth! Fire! Wind! Water! Heart! Go planet!"

Bulma screamed, just remembering all of the lame shows she use to love. Her own son was going down the same path… NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(A/N: Oh hell! I'm gonna get nightmares remembering!)

When lunchtime came by Trunks walked into his parent's room to see his mum thrashing about on the bed and screaming about how she should be raising her son differently and not to let him watch stupid TV shows like Banana Man and Captain Planet.

"Mum, calm down," Trunks yelled, trying not to run away screaming like a little girl.

Bulma stopped thrashing about on the bed and looked to see her son scared to death.

"Sorry, so what do you want to have for lunch?"

Trunks just gave his mother a look saying, "Are you sure you're my mother? Or did dad just drive you mental?"

"Okay, you can just go without lunch…"

"No! Uh… can we have mackers?"

"Sure, should we go grab your dad or let him starve?" Bulma asked with an evil grin.

"Starve," Trunks answered, copying the grin.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes to get changed," Bulma said.

Trunks left and Bulma got changed into some "normal" clothes. (A/N: No offence, but you can not call what she wears normal for a 30 something year old mother.)

Then they went off as mother and son to the McDonald's. Oh my god that was corny!

The rest of the day had nothing interesting, except for that time Trunks threw a football and it missed Vegeta by a hairline.

Trunks almost got beaten to a pulp until Bulma threatened that she would make him get a second job.

And then when Trunks was about to eat a banana did Vegeta cry out, "Stop! If you eat that banana then you'll turn into Banana Man!"

Trunks protested, saying that he's eaten bananas before and didn't turn into a dork.

But Vegeta's simple reply was, "How do you know you didn't?"

~*~The next day~*~

Bulma awoke to the sound of a motorcycle engine.

"Honey!" Mrs. Briefs called, "Mail's here!"

Bulma jumped straight out of bed, Vegeta's work hours was the first thing on her mind.

She ran into the lounge where her mother was going through the mail.

"Did Vegeta subscribe to something?" Mrs. Briefs asked, "There's something here for him," she showed her daughter a plain white envelope.

"Here," Bulma took the envelope from her hand, trying not to snatch it, from sheer excitement.

"And there's a lot of advertisers and investors here for you."

"I'll take a look at those later," Bulma tore open the envelope addressed to Vegeta.

Dear Vegeta Briefs

We are proud to advise that you've been accepted as a martial arts instructor at Hercule Satan's world-renowned Dojo. (Bulma scoffed at the "proud" bit and started to laugh at the "Vegeta Briefs").

Your work hours are as attached.

We would also appreciate it if you brought along your wife, Bulma Briefs, on your first day.

Also, on Monday June 3, would you please come in at 8 concerning your uniform, please come dressed in what you would normally wear for training.

Work commences on June 10, the following Monday.

If you have any problems concerning your work hours, uniform, or anything else, don't hesitate to contact me at the number on the attached sheet.

Sincerely,

c

Greg Madetko

Attached was another piece of paper:

As you may already know, the dojo is open from 8am to 6pm.

Every Monday and Thursday you will be Master Instructor of a class from 5pm to 6pm.

Any other days you work, it'll be simply to supervise other classes as an Instructor.

2 hours a day except for Sundays.

If you have any problems with your timetable, don't hesitate to contact me at 9362 4856.

-Greg

Work Hours

Monday 4pm to 6pm 5-6 Class, Room 3

Tuesday 2pm to 4pm Room 2

Wednesday 10am to 12pm Room 1

Thursday 4pm to 6pm 5-6 Class, Room 3

Friday 10am to 12pm Room 1

Saturday 12pm to 2pm Room 3

Bulma groaned at the piece of paper, "He's not gonna be happy at 12 hours a week in there. And that's just assuming that he'll stand 2 hours a day… oh Vegeta!" she called.

She opened the door to see the prince about to walk in with his towel draped around his neck, wearing only shorts and covered in sweat.

She instantly pinched her nose, "Ew, Vegeta go take a shower."

But he just walked past her headed to the kitchen.

She followed him through, "You know your work hours arrived a few minutes ago."

"So?"

"Just thought you'd like to know how long you'd be working for…"

To be continued…