The Great Sayian Vocation Venture
Construction Work Chaos
He pushed it. It bounced back. He pushed it…it bounced back. He grabbed it, shoved it away…creeping…creeping…a small streak of jet entered his line of sight…
"FFFF…"
Goku blew the tuft of hair from his eyes once more. A sayian's hair never grew, but he was seriously considering, after all this "work" business was over, asking Chi Chi to take a whack at it. Or maybe…his hair wasn't so annoying as sitting in this uncomfortable chair…
Vegeta stared at his younger counterpart from across the room and rolled his eyes for what he felt to be the hundredth time that day. Not only was he staring idiotically up at his unruly black mane, but he was now squirming in his chair like a two-year-old.
"Kakarot, knock it off. The sooner we get this job, the sooner I can get back to training, and we're not going to get hired if you continue to act like such a fool!"
Goku sighed and tried to adjust his position, then thought of a better idea. He began to hover just above the seat of the chair; not high enough for anyone to notice, but high enough to give his aching tush a rest.
The two were sitting in a waiting room once more, but this time it wasn't the shining clean, well-lit, plush-carpeted place they had experienced at the engineering firm, but a slightly more dim and vastly more awkward-scented room in a building that looked like it might have been shut down years ago. Vegeta, taking in his surroundings, decided that this was definitely not a place fit to employ a sayian of royal blood, and cursed his woman for the millionth time that day. If it weren't for her…
He didn't have time to finish that thought, as someone had entered the room. The man was short, even compared to Vegeta, and seemed to be abundant in hair everywhere on his body, with the exception of his head. He carried a hard hat in his left hand, and two pieces of paper in his right. He raised the papers surprisingly close to his face, and squinted to read the one on top.
"Are you Mr. Ve-jee-terr?" the man asked in a gruff voice.
Vegeta was about to answer when they both heard a crash on the other side of the room. Apparently, Goku had been daydreaming, and had risen higher than intended from his chair. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't sensed the man's presence, and the sudden voice had startled him enough to make him crash back to the ground…right through his chair. Goku stared up at the two of them.
"Heh, heh…they don't make chairs like they used to. Kind of a piece of junk. Looked cheap, though…I'm sure you can replace it."
For as kindhearted as the low-level was, he definitely had an obnoxious habit of rubbing people the wrong way.
"I made that chair myself, when I first started this business."
Just as Goku opened his mouth for what was sure to be a brilliantly eloquent reply, Vegeta interrupted him. "My partner is terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Reimbursements will be sent to your company promptly. Now, as for the matter of our employment…"
The man took turns looking at the wreckage and the man with the fancy words. "Yeah, well, anyhow, if you two are Mr. Vegeta and Mr. Son, then I'd like to sit down and have a chat for a while."
The three exited the room, the sayians following the squat little man into an even more compact room, with a little desk facing toward them, which the man plopped himself into with a bit of a grunt. He waited for the other two to be seated before giving them both a good once-over.
"So you two want a job here, eh? Well, first of all, I gotta know, why'd you two come down there together instead of on your own?"
Thinking quickly to overtake Goku once again, Vegeta blurted out, "We've worked together a long time, and wanted to stay at the same business."
"Alright, well Mr. Vegeta, would you say you have good leadership skills?"
"You bet! He was actually prince of a planet warriors once, so he knows how to boss people around really well here on Ear-OOF!"
Goku's little speech was cut short; a fist in his stomach, courtesy of the higher-class sayian. "Management! What he meant to say was that I was in management."
A stunned but questioning look came over the man's face, so Vegeta decided to further explain. "You'll have to forgive my friend. He likes to get lost in his own little world sometimes. But I can assure you he's fit for lower-class labor of any kind."
The squat little man didn't seem any more at ease after this answer. In fact, if he hadn't needed help so badly after the last of his good workers had quit, he would have thrown these two weirdoes out the door a long time ago.
"O-kay…well, I'd like to ask Mr. Son a question now. What are your best qualities as a worker?"
A glazed look came over his eyes, as Goku thought deeply back to what he knew about situations like this. He had never been in a position like this before, and since Vegeta had told him to let him do all the talking, he wasn't sure what to answer.
Vegeta sat anxiously awaiting his answer, narrowing his eyes at the buffoon's response so far - which was silence. Finally a light bulb seemed to have gone off, and Goku sat up proudly again. This couldn't be good.
"My main hobbies are reading and sports," he beamed. Vegeta cringed.
"Yes, well, that's not really an answer…oh never mind," the round little man finally gave up. "Let's just go out to the site and see what you can do with the equipment."
The prince let out a long held-in breath and followed out the door of the room, swearing under his breath once again at what a terrible idea it had been to bring Kakarot along.
The two sayians found themselves standing behind the man who they had come to know as "Scruffy" from what they had heard the men around them shouting as greetings. Scruffy turned to them once they reached a large machine with a giant ball attached to the end of a bulging chain. "Now, listen. I just want to see what you can do, and we happen to need this building taken care of today, so it'll be an easy test for you. All I want to see is if you know how to take this building down."
"That's all?" Vegeta asked skeptically. This sounded too easy to be true.
"Yep, just get rid of that building."
The former space mercenary sauntered over to the building, raising a hand which began to form a ball of energy. Luckily, the energy hadn't been spotted by Scruffy when he shouted over in Vegeta's direction, "Hey! Not like that! With the crane! Are you joking, buddy?"
Vegeta frowned and looked back at the man. "Wouldn't this be the most efficient way?"
Scruffy shook his head. "You know, I don't know if you're kidding or not, but for my sake, let's say you are. Now get into this here machine and take care of that building."
Grumbling about having to take orders from such a weakling, Vegeta made his way back to the crane, and hopped up inside it. Then he realized that he hadn't seen the fool in a while. Where had he gotten off to anyway? He scanned around the area, quickly locking onto his power level, which was now across the lot, amongst four other earthlings' weak levels.
Goku had wandered off in the middle of their interview, and currently seemed to be enjoying social time with some humans. Vegeta was about to threaten him to get back on task, then thought better of it, since it would probably make things run more smoothly if he just stayed away from the situation. His sensitive ears picked up their conversation.
"So, hold on now. You're telling me they give you free sandwiches here and two hours to sit around and eat them? This is the best job ever!"
The prince grunted in disapproval, then returned to the task at hand. He looked over the switches in the machine. This should be easy enough, he had flown many models of spacecraft before…
Twenty minutes later, Vegeta was swearing to himself, having thrown the wretched machine into reverse for the third time now. Scruffy was shouting inaudible directions from below, and the crane lurched backward, causing Vegeta to bang his head against the metal rim above the windshield. "AGH!" he barely heard himself bellow over the sound of grinding gears.
That was enough.
The enraged prince jumped out of the machine causing him suffering and annoyance, and raised a hand…
Goku, meanwhile, was still sitting with the four men, who were now watching a couple of young women walk in front of them, and belting out cat-calls. The man sitting nearest the sayian nudged him in the ribs. "Now, that's what I'm talking about, eh, pal?"
Goku's only response at first was a confused look. "I don't think I understand. Do you all want to marry those women? Because trust me, it's not what you think it is…there's no food involved at all!"
Before the man could answer, a giant blast shook the earth around them, and Goku turned, knowing what he would probably see.
Vegeta stood in front of a smoldering heap of metal, an infuriated look in his eyes. Then he proceeded to blow up the entire building in front of himself and Scruffy, who at the moment was cowering behind an overturned pickup.
When the dust cleared, the prince lowered himself back onto the ground, and calmly asked Scruffy for their résumés back, snatched them from his hand, and ambled over to where Goku was sitting.
"Did we get the job, Vegeta?"
"No, Kakarot. We did not."
"You weren't supposed to blow the building up, were you, Vegeta?"
"Kakarot…I hate you."
"Alright, just as long as we can have lunch soon."
"Fine."
"This day is going great!"
Well, I wonder what the boys will attempt next…:P
Once again, I'd like to thank everyone who's given me such wonderful reviews, I really appreciate the feedback, guys!
Secondly, I'd like to propose an offer. I have a storyline set out for this, so I've already decided on the last chapter, and what I'd like to happen in between now and then. But, I would like to do a few more chapters before then, and I'm wondering what kinds of other jobs people would like to read about them having (or attempting to have) so if you have any ideas on some profession you'd like to see them try out, let me know either through message or review. Otherwise, thanks again for reading, and I hope to have the next chapter out soon!