"Oh don't keep me in suspense," Vegeta replied, dryly.
"Fine, I won't," Bulma answered, then she started to read out his work hours.
"Idiot," he muttered.
"… and Saturdays are from 12 to 2," Bulma concluded, "So it's a 12 hour week."
"How much am I getting paid?"
"Uh…" she scanned the whole sheet, "Doesn't say."
She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the work hours sheet.
"This is Bulma Briefs speaking, concerning Vegeta Briefs job."
Pause.
"Yes, but nobody has said anything about how much he'll get paid."
Looooong pause.
Bulma's eyebrow shot up.
Pause.
"Is that higher or lower compared to the others?" she asked.
Pause.
"Okay, thank-you."
She hung up.
"You lucky bugger," Bulma screamed, "20 Zeni an hour! That's just under what I pay some people here!"
"20 Zeni an hour, what's the bug deal about that?" Vegeta asked.
"At Gohan's first job he only got paid 8 Zeni an hour!"
"Well, of course I'd get paid more," Vegeta smirked, "But the clown should be paying much more with how much cash he rolls around in."
"Be thankful he even accepted you!"
"What, you defending him?"
"No! Why would I do that?"
"You answer me," Vegeta smirked.
Bulma opened her mouth to make a comeback, but it never came out. She couldn't think of one.
Vegeta kept on walking and Bulma just went into the lounge to call Chi Chi.
"Hello?"
"Hi Chi Chi, I wanna tell you guys about Vegeta's job, you better come down here. Bring Goku, Goten and if you can Gohan and Videl."
"Why?"
"I wanna tell someone who won't just ignore me."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
Hangs up.
5 seconds later Goku appeared with Chi Chi, his two sons and daughter-in-law.
"So, spill?" Chi Chi demanded.
"Wait," Videl stopped her mother-in-law, "Is it true that Vegeta's got a job working for my father?"
Bulma nodded.
Gohan and Videl started laughing as hard as the others were a couple days ago.
Bulma went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of tissue boxes before she told them the rest.
"Bulma, don't you think you should call Krillin and 18 here too?" Goku asked.
"I didn't bring the frying pan," Chi Chi replied.
"Oh, forget about that then. We'll call them tonight."
Gohan and Videl were just starting to recover.
"Anyway, his work hours arrived today. It's a 12-hour week-"
"Lucky bugger," Gohan grumbled.
"Exactly, that's what I told him. He works 2 hours everyday except for Sundays. And gets paid 20 Zeni an hour," Bulma finished.
"What?!" Chi Chi, Gohan and Videl screeched.
"That's more then I got at my first job!" Gohan cried, "Maybe I should consider teaching martial arts."
"No you won't," Chi Chi and Videl shot at him in unison.
"Why not?" Gohan demanded.
"You earned that blasted diploma just a couple years ago and you're not giving that up just to make a bit of extra cash!" Chi Chi screamed at him.
Everyone took a step back from Chi Chi.
"I'm not gonna bite," she answered sweetly.
"Yeah, but your bark is worse anyway," Videl muttered.
"And they want us to come in on Monday, and he starts the Monday after."
"Would we still be able to come?" Goku asked hopefully.
"I could pull some strings, but Vegeta already bit my head off about it and sprayed food all over Trunks," Bulma laughed, remembering that last part.
"Damn…" Goku said, disappointed, "Thanks for calling though," he finished brightly.
"You guys can come by anytime," Bulma replied warmly, "I'll call you again about Vegeta's first day."
"And call us too," Videl added.
"Of course!"
After all the good byes were said, Goku used Instant Transmission and they were all gone.
Vegeta entered, his hair soaking but still defying gravity.
"What were they all here for?" Vegeta demanded.
"Nothing, just about your job."
"What, are you gonna tell the whole universe?"
"Maybe…"
(A/N: I'm gonna skip the weekend. In case you haven't already noticed, I'm going by the 2002 calendar. And the Gravitron was fixed over the weekend.)
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
Bulma groaned, that was such a nice dream. She slammed her hand down on the snooze button and rolled over.
9 minutes later…
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE-
Vegeta had smashed the alarm clock to pieces.
They make such a good team don't they? *rolls eyes*
"Thank-you," Bulma said, getting out of bed. She took a shower and got dressed, Vegeta did the same and got into the blue spandex with white and yellow armour.
After breakfast and everything they went outside.
"Car or flying?" Bulma asked.
"Flying, I can't stand that metal machine."
Vegeta grabbed his wife's hand and leapt into the air.
"Ahhhh!" Bulma screamed, "Did you have to go so quickly?"
It was, of course, a quick flight to the Dojo and they landed at the front at exactly 8.
Bulma and Vegeta entered Hercule's Dojo to see him watching over this guy doing weights.
"Bulma Briefs?" Hercule asked, seeing them.
"Yes," how the hell did Hercule not know what she looked like? Probably spent too much of his time in front of the tube watching himself beat up his opponents.
"Would you both follow me," Hercule led them to that behind the scenes part of every dojo.
"Could I hear a please in there?" Bulma muttered.
"I never say that," Vegeta grumbled at her.
"Well you're not human."
"Through here," Hercule interrupted, pointing at a door labelled, "Instructors".
Vegeta walked through followed by Bulma.
"That man is so rude," Bulma grumbled, "Probably doesn't even know that the word decorum exists."
Hercule walked in after them, "So do you always wear spandex and armour when you train?"
"No, just the spandex," Bulma answered.
She was doing her best at holding Vegeta back from tearing Hercule limb from limb. It just wasn't right that an idiot took the glory of what a saiyan did.
"Okay, well what does he normally wear when he trains?" Hercule asked, Vegeta gave a soft growl in response to being spoken about if he wasn't there.
To be continued…
