Last time on DragonBall AF, Celery, Gonell, Zonza, and Rupan told the story on how they were abducted. Afterwards, Bra realized that they all may have developed Stockholm Syndrome, a case in which captives identify with their captors. After a short speech by Goshin, they agreed to allow Bra to test them. Now, over 2 ½ years later, life has returned to normal. Gonell, Zonza and their boys have moved in with Pan, and Celery has gone back to being the head of Capsule Corp with Rupan at her side. Goshin has finally grown more accustomed to his surroundings and with the World Martial Arts tournament coming in 3 months, him and the other two young Saiyans have begun their training, in more ways than one...

"Aw come on dad, you're kidding right?" whined Vegeta.

"Son," replied Rupan, "when I was 15, I already had had two jobs! Now you can't be lazing around, you have to learn responsibility Vegeta."

"OK dad," scoffed Vegeta, "I live at Capsule Corporation and I don't know responsibility."

"What? What!" said Rupan, "You don't do anything! Whenever me or your mother, or even your grandmother tell you to do something, you get one of the servants to do it!"

"That counts as something don't it? I have to get up to tell them."

"That's it! No more questions asked, you're starting working at Taco Gong tomorrow morning! You're lucky I know the owner so I could get you in!"

"No way!" yelled Vegeta. "Anyways dad, I gotta start training for the tournament!"

"You're strong enough," answered Rupan.

"You don't understand! I have to become a Super Saiyan 2 on my own, not through fusion! I have to!"

"Well, you're only going to be working for a couple months anyway. Now me and your mother have discussed this and it's happening. I don't want anymore bull from you. Now good night." And with that, Rupan shut the door of Vegeta's room and walked out.

"DAMN!" bellowed Vegeta as he through his pillow in disgust. He picked up his phone and dialed Goku's number.

"Hello?" answered Goku.

"Hey, it's Vegeta."

"What's up?"

"I couldn't get out of it, I'm so screwed! You and Goshin are gonna have to train without me for a while."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" laughed Goku. "Wow, Vegeta working at Taco Gong! This'll be something to see! HAHA!"

"Yea laugh now sucker," snapped Vegeta. "Man, I hope I screw up or something so I can get the hell out of there."

"Well, at least you're getting paid."

"I guess so. Well, I'm gonna go. I'm going to play the newest ChronoDragon game, just got it. That Makhira Toriygama guy is one hell of a game designer!"

"Yea! Well, maybe I'll stop in for a taco or something tomorrow! HAHA! See ya!"

"OK, later."

The next day, Vegeta had overslept, and Rupan was a bit ticked off.

"Damn it Vegeta!" he barked as he entered Vegeta's room and pulled open the shades. "It's 11:00, you're supposed to be there at 11:30 for training! You were up last night playing video games again weren't you?

"Huh?" replied Vegeta groggily. "Of course not. YAAAAAWN!"

"Well hurry up and get ready. I'm supposed to meet your mom at a meeting so you're gonna go by yourself. And please don't fly there, it'll look weird. Just take the car."

"Whatever."

Rupan left the room and Vegeta began to get ready, putting on his uniform that his dad picked up last week. "This is so stupid, I don't believe I have to wear a bow-tie with this!" Soon, Vegeta was ready and walked downstairs through the kitchen were Bra was eating some brunch.

"Oh, I hope you have a great day at work dear!" she said.

"Tch, yea, I'll try to," answered Vegeta snidely. He picked up the capsule case and walked out the door. He opened the case, but then he stopped. "Screw this!" he said. "I'll just fly there and no one will know the difference." And with that he slipped the case in his back pocket and flew off.

Aboutfive minutes later, he landed about a block away from the fast-food restaurant and began walking towards it. Once inside, he was overwhelmed by the smell of fresh greens and taco meat. He looked behind the counter and there stood a man with the same uniform on, except he had 'Manager' pinned on his shirt. He was tall and skinny with bright red hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a real pasty kind of skin. Where does dad find these people? Vegeta thought to himself.

"Ah! Fajita!" called the Manager as he walked towards him. "You must be Rupan's son, so nice to meet you. I'm Bob, the manager."

"Uh, did you just call me 'fajita'?"

"Yes, that's your name isn't it?"

Vegeta began to get irritated. "No. It's VEGETA."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," answered Bob. "I must've misunderstood your dad. We'll get that changed soon." He handed Vegeta his name tag and it read 'Fajita'.

"You're kidding me, right?" asked Vegeta.

"Well, everyone has to wear their name tag, that's the code!" replied Bob. "It'll just be for today, I'll make a new one for you tomorrow. Anyway, let me show you around."

Bob took Vegeta behind the counter and showed him how to work everything and introduced him to a few of the workers. Finally at noon, the place was ready to open and Vegeta took his post at the cashier's stand.

"Now remember," said Bob, "when someone's about to order say, 'Hi, welcome to Taco Gong, how can I be of service?' And when they're done tell them thank you, easy enough?"

"I guess so."

"Good! Oh and where's your visor at?"

"Oh, I must have left it at home," he answered sarcastically.

"Well lucky for you I have an extra! Here!" Bob pulled out another visor and put it on Vegeta.

"There all set. Now here comes a customer, do good!" And with that, Bob went back to his office.

"Why God, why?" mumbled Vegeta.

"Excuse me?" said the old man who stood in front of him.

"Oh!" exclaimed Vegeta. "Um, welcome to Taco Gong, how can I be of service?"

"Well... Fajita," said the old man, "I'd like-"

"Sir, it's Vegeta, they spelled my name wrong."

"Oh, I'm sorry. OK, well, I'd like a Mucho Grande meal please."

"Is that all sir," answered Vegeta in a monotone voice.

"Yes, Fajita."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrr," murmured Vegeta. "That's 100 Zeni. Thank you, please step towards the pick up line."

"But there is no line Fajita," replied the old man. Vegeta's face started to turn sour.

"Sir, first of all, my name's Vegeta, I already explained that. Second of all, there's no line because you're the first customer." The old man just stared.

"Sorry, Fajita I just spaced out for a minute, could you repeat that?"

"Grrrrrrrrrr! I SAID MY NAME IS VEGETA AND THERE'S NO LINE BECAUSE YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON HERE!" Everyone in the kitchen looked towards Vegeta as he sheepishly turned around and met their stunned looks. "Uhhhhhhhhhh, what I mean is just step that way." As he pointed towards his left.

"Oh, OK. Thank you Fajita!" The old man walked away as Vegeta just glared at him. If only I could blow a frigging ki blast!

As the day went on, many people got Vegeta's name wrong and Vegeta tried his best to hold his anger. But at the end of his shift, another irritating person came in.

"Welcome to Taco Gong, how can I be of service?"

"Let me get 4 Mucho Grande meals no tomatoes, extra peppers, 5 orders of onion rings and an extra large diet cola."

"Ooo, gotta stick with your diet cola still, huh?" murmured Vegeta.

"What?"

"Oh, um, that'll be 843 Zeni. Thank you, please step towards the pick-up line."

The lady got her food and walked out, but no more than two minutes later, she walked right back in fuming and marched up to Vegeta.

"Young man!" she demanded. "I asked for extra tomatoes, and no peppers and you turned it all around."

"SIGH, may I see your receipt?" She shoved it in Vegeta's face and he looked it over.

"Ma'am, you asked for no tomatoes and extra peppers. Says so on your receipt and the computer."

"That is a lie! A full-blown out lie! How dare you tarnish my food!" And unexpectedly, she slapped Vegeta in the face.

Vegeta turned his face into a frown. "THAT"S IT!" He then flicked the woman in the forehead and sent her flying through tables and chairs. Bob heard the noise and came out.

"Fajita! I-I mean, Vegeta! How could you?" he screamed.

"She was asking for it. She bitch-slapped me."

"That doesn't matter, the customer is always right. Ma'am re you okay?"

"What!" yelled Vegeta. "I can't take this anymore! I don't care if I piss my parents off! I qu-"

"You're fired, Vegeta!" Vegeta just stared at him dumbfounded with his mouth wide open. "Now please go! This lady doesn't need to see you when she comes to!"

"Oh brother," muttered Vegeta as he walked out the door. Later that night when his parent's got home, Rupan asked how the day went."

"Oh, just fine dad," Vegeta said.

"Good, I'll give Bob a call then."

"No!" yelled Vegeta. "Um, what I mean is, he's very busy and said he's not going to pick up the phone unless it's someone in his family."

"Oh I see. Shame I can't go visit you at work since I work at the same time myself. Oh well, keep up the good work Vegeta!" said Rupan as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh I definitely will!" smirked Vegeta.

Now that Vegeta has gotten out of his job, and tricked his dad, he can begin training seriously for the Tournament. But it's only in three short months, so make sure you read the next installment of DragonBall AF!