I do not own any Dragonball Z anything, none is mine, it's in the basement, let comrades be comrades, yatta yatta yatta, tons of other crap.

EDITTED MARCH 9 2008

Chapter One: Applications

"Wake up!"

Goku heard his wife's voice in his dreams. He was dreaming of food as far as the eye could see. He slowly opened his eyes to see Chichi.

"What is it?" he asked in a tired voice.

"You have mail," Chichi told him as she held up an envelope. "It's from that weird place you asked for a job from."

"What place?" her husband asked.

She had an annoyed look. "The research facility," she said through barred teeth. "You know, the one that you dragged me to only to be more interested in the magazine rack then the actual job! Why the hell would you ask to buy it?!"

"It looked interesting, you pulled me away before I read who won the 1989 super bowl! Now I'll never know!"

Chichi stared for a moment, wondering how she possibly married him. Maybe someone slipped something in her cereal? Yeah, that would do. And the children? She was drunk. That was what she would believe to save dignity.

"Really?" He bolted up and opened the envelope, trying hard not to rip it in half. It read:

Dear Mr. BLANK,

After much consideration, we have accepted you're job application. You start at "Al's Dinosaur Study Facility" on Monday, October 8.

Sincerely,

Al

"They accepted!" cried Goku, jumping up in joy. His sudden jump caused Chichi to tumble off of the bed.

Chichi stood up. "I still wonder how there are living dinosaurs, I'm pretty sure they went extinct 60 million years ago."

Goku shrugged. "This is the future, we can do anything!"

"I'm going to open the rest of the mail," she said as she left the room.

Vegeta was busy training in the Gravity Room. He had it set at 790, trying to beat his record of 789. However, Vegeta was too exhausted from putting his supply of electric eels in Goku's mailbox. He was about to shoot a blast in the direction of the door. Just as he fired, Bulma opened it.

"Vegeta you… AAAAHHHHHH!" She ducked just as the blast went over her head.

She stood up. "Uh, oops, that was absolutely, completely unintentional," Vegeta said as he turned the machine off so she could walk in.

"Right, just like the time where you put a time bomb in Trunks' spaghetti?"

Vegeta sighed. "It's been three days, will you ever drop that?"

"As I was saying before I was almost blasted into oblivion, you've got some mail from Al's facility."

She held out a letter and he took it. "You can now go back to whatever you were doing," Vegeta said.

"I want to see what it says!" Bulma protested.

"If this is what I think it is then no you don't."

"Just read or I'm divorcing you!"

He opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper. It read:

Dear Mr. BLANK,

At first we denied your application, that is, until we reach the part where you'd kick our asses, tear off our testicles and put electric eels in our toilets if we didn't. So now we have accepted out of fear. You start Monday.

Sincerely,

Al

Bulma tried to stick her head over his shoulder. "What's it say?"

Vegeta scrunched it up and threw it in his mouth. "Nothing," he said with bulging cheeks.

Goku and Vegeta landed on sides of the fifteen story building. They landed on opposite sides, so neither saw the other.

When they got in, Vegeta went to one of the two elevators beside each other and went in. Goku turned a corner and went into the other.

Vegeta got off on the fifth floor, his floor. It was a nature remake, and about eight to twelve dinosaurs were there.

"Where the hell am I?" he whispered.

A raptor came from behind Vegeta and mistook his hair for a carrot. 'I feel like I'm being watched,' he thought. The raptor was about to bite when Vegeta turned around and hit it. It ran off. "This is a very strange place," he confirmed.

Goku arrived on the eighth floor. "Hello?" he yelled.

"I'm right beside you!" Goku turned to see a man around his thirties in a white lab coat.

"Welcome!" the man said. "I am Ned, and-"

"Where's Al?" Goku quickly interrupted as though he wasn't listening. And as we all know Goku, he probably wasn't.

"Al is a busy man, he doesn't really have time to greet," Ned explained.

Goku began crying. "But I wanna! Or at least a check," Goku added in a serious tone. Ned gave him a check. "You call that money?"

"It's 200 dollars!"

"Nice place," Goku said, completely ignoring Ned.

Ned sighed. This would be a long talk.

Sorry it took so long. I got really caught up in a computer game. Plus I couldn't log in…

If you're wondering what happens, read the next chapter. Oh, and don't forget to review.