Sorry for the long absence...been a little busy with other stories lately. But I decided to bring this one back from the grave, so hopefully it's up to par ^^.

The Great Saiyan Vocation Venture

Chapter Seven - Department Store Drama! Part Two

Vegeta stood frowning, which seemed to be his theme for the day. Folding his arms, he surveyed his next challenge. This time, he was doing his best to pay attention to what Cassie was saying.

"So, this is Mrs. Greaverton and she's like, totally one of our best customers, so take care of her, okay?" Cassie looked up at him with puppy dog eyes which were as gigantic as they were void of all intelligent thought. She had finished her explanation of how to help a customer find the perfect outfit in the store's clothing department, and now Vegeta was to begin his mission.

"I understand the task assigned. I will not fail," he told her, arms crossed, nose pointed into the air.

Cassie, unsure if this was the response she was looking for, tilted her head to the side. "Yeah, okay…um, good luck!"

And with that, she was off, leaving him with the old lady, who was staring at him with quite a bit of interest.

"Well, come on, woman. We've got a lot of clothing to look at."

Mrs. Greaverton looked taken aback for a brief moment, which Vegeta would have noticed, were it not for the fact that he was already several feet away, marching toward a rack of men's belts. This moment passed quickly, however, and she pulled her purse up higher on her shoulder in order to chase after him.

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Meanwhile, in the appliances department, Goku was having slightly more fun than his haughty saiyan friend. He was following a man whom he had come to know as "Tim" around the floor, being told through rapid-fire sales pitches what each machine was used for.

At home, Chi Chi had used a woodstove to cook most of their meals, and what Goku was seeing here more resembled gadgets from Bulma's kitchen. But nonetheless, he followed Tim like an obedient puppy, even if he had no idea what the man was talking about.

When they reached the end of the orientation - if it could be called that, being that Goku felt even more disoriented at the end than he did at the beginning - Tim stopped, turned to face the befuddled saiyan and asked "Any questions?"

About a million questions ran through Goku's mind, but he decided that asking any of them would probably either result in another fruitless trip through the department or a series of answers too complicated and fast-paced for him to understand anyway. So he kept his mouth shut and bobbed his head affirmatively. His response seemed to satisfy Tim, who patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. "Alright, then, buddy. You're out on the floor. Good luck!"

It was then that Goku wished that Vegeta hadn't lied in the interview about all their experience as salesmen. He blew out a breath and adjusted the tie on the suit he had been given temporarily. Goku scanned the floor, hoping no one was coming his way. All he had to do was act as if he knew what he was doing for one hour, and then he could go home and have life go back to normal.

Unfortunately, though, there was a customer coming his way, so Goku ducked behind a display for pressure cookers in order to avoid eye-contact. His plan was foiled, however, when he felt two hands on his shoulders giving him a push out into the open. Tim's voice passed over his shoulder. "Go get 'em, Tiger!" and he was suddenly on his own.

Goku tried with all his might not to look in the direction of the man walking toward him, but he was soon confronted against his will. "Hello there, young man. I was just looking at one of your blenders and I was wondering why the one I want to buy is so expensive. Could you take a look at it?"

Goku nodded his head nervously. "Uhh…sure. No problem."

The two walked to the self stocked with blenders of every shape and size, and the man led him to a simple-looking black model. "See? Now I don't understand why I should have to pay sixty zenni for something that just chops up food."

Goku wrung his hands nervously and looked at the machine. So that was what it did. "Well, you see-"

Before he could continue, the man interrupted him. Goku wasn't entirely opposed to this, so he snapped his mouth shut and waited for the man to drop him a hint about what he should be promoting. "I mean, you just push a button and the food gets chopped up. That's all. I could do that with a knife for ten bucks."

While the man went on, Goku's line of sight dropped to the advertisement below the appliance. It read, "Four Blades! Fast Action! The Best Blender on the Market!" While he was soaking this in, he noticed the man staring at him. He snapped to attention and the man asked for the second time, "So? What makes this one so special?"

Goku stared back at him dumbly. "Four blades!" he shouted. The man stepped back a few feet. "Fast action! The best blender on the market!"

The man stared back, dumbfounded by his sudden enthusiasm. "Alright…" he began slowly. "Well, can you prove it's the best one out there?"

Goku thought it over quickly. How could he prove that it had four blades? He said the only thing he could think of. "Well…just look down in there." He gestured inside the glass.

After looking at him questioningly, the man did as he was told and positioned his face above the blender, his tie drooping into the glass cone. When he did so, Goku decided it was time to demonstrate the next part of the ad. He looked at the buttons on the sleek onyx machine, and decided to push the one that said "blend" since it seemed to make the most sense. Suddenly, he was surrounded by two very loud noises. The first was a deafening whirring sound made by the blender. The second was the screaming of the man whose tie was now very quickly decreasing in length as it whipped around the inside of the blender, wrapping itself around the blades and beginning to choke him.

Goku started to panic and looked around on the machine for some way to make it stop. Which button was it? Fold? Puree? Whip? Beat? Well, he wanted to beat the blender, so he decided to go with that one. He slammed his fist on the button, causing the blender to slow down. Eventually, the blender stopped the whirring noises and the tie stopped flying around the inside. Goku soon realized that the tie must have wrapped itself around the blades and was now stopping the machine altogether. The man's shouting, however, had not stopped.

"What are you doing, you idiot? Turn it off!" the man screamed, head still attached to the best blender on the market.

"I'm trying!" Goku shouted back, frantically pushing all the buttons he could see. Nothing was working! He whirled around, looking all over the isle. Well, if none of the buttons here were working…

He rushed down the shelf, clicking buttons and pushing down toasters. Not a single one achieved his goal. Goku turned to the man, hands out, completely at a loss. It was then that he noticed the smoke.

"Yeeeeoouch!"

Goku watched as the man screamed in pain, flames creeping up the back of his suit jacket. Goku had pushed down the toaster behind him, and had failed to notice that the back of his coat was lodged inside of it. Not knowing what else to do, Goku raised a hand and blasted the toaster from existence. This did nothing, however, to resolve the problem of the growing flames. It was just then that Goku heard the only thing he had been hoping for in the last five minutes. Tim's voice.

"What's going on over here?" he shouted, taking in the sight of a flame-engulfed customer, a tie-stuffed blender, a smoke-filled hole blown in a shelf, and a completely frazzled Goku. Thinking quickly, Tim pulled out a scissors and cut the poor man loose from the blender, then put out the fire with an extinguisher.

After a brief moment for the man to catch his breath, Tim asked him what had happened. The man simply pointed an accusing finger at Goku. "This man is a menace! He tried to kill me!"

Before Goku could answer, Tim turned a glare on him. "Goku! I can't believe you would do something like this! You're fired! Get out of this store!"

Goku turned to leave, returning the suit jacket and tie, and let his shoulders slump forward as he walked toward the exit. He thought to himself that if he hadn't got to spend so much quality time with his good friend Vegeta, this day would surely have been the worst day ever.

What was Vegeta up to, anyway? He wondered.

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