Vegeta's full length was spread out on the couch and he was laying in the sun. He had decided to take a break from his training to just enjoy the day. What a bunch bull, he thought to himself. The real reason he wasn't training was because Bulma had threatened she'd withdraw all food, water, and sex if he trained for one more day. Damn, that women was mean.
He flipped onto his back and pressed on the fan to cool himself. It was really hot that day and since the pool had yet to be rebuilt, he had decided to just spend the day doing absolutely nothing at all. He sighed one more time and closed his eyes feeling the heat from the sun beating down on his face.
A familiar ki was making it's way towards him and his someway relaxed face turned into a scornful one. Her humming made it's way to his ears as she passed him and went into the kitchen.
"What are you happy about woman," he demanded, never stirring from his normal position. She ignore him for a few moments before coming into the living room and seating herself on his stomach. His eyebrows furrowed deeper.
"I'm happy because I'm going to have the house all to myself today and it'll be the first time in years."
This caused the saiyans eyes to open. What was this woman talking about. Was she going to ignore him all day? He thought back to see if he had any plans and finding none, looked to her for the answer.
That's when he saw it. The woman had that evil gleam in her eyes, wiping away any ideas the innocence of her expression would have brought. She smirked very much like he did before kissing him and then re-arranging herself so that she now straddled him.
"You see, dear Spandex man," she purred while rubbing her hands up his side, causing chills to run down his back. "Today is take your son to work day."
He just grinned up at her before snapping back to reality. What the hell did that have to do with anything? He was about to ask her this exact question when she silenced his with another kiss on the lips.
"I know your wondering where I'm going with this seeing as you don't have a job to take Trunks to. Soo.... I've made him change it as Capsule so it's 'Take your father to work day.' You better get going," she said looking at the clock before looking back at him. "Work start's in a half an hour."
Vegeta growled and made a grab for her but she jumped off and danced away before he could get her.
"Don't think you can get out of this because while you were, *cough* 'distracted' I slipped a nifty piece of machinery onto your skin so if you decide to go against me, I just press a little button I have and.... I won't talk about that now. It's too disturbing." She smiled at him one more time before swaying her hips and heading towards her lab.
Trunks came down the stairs at that exact moment, looking as fabulous as ever in a nice suit that brought out his eyes.
"Hey dad," he began but stopped when he saw the look on his father's face.
"I guess I'll just meet you at the office then..." he said while backink up until his back made contact with the door and he shot off towards a limo that was waiting for him.
"Damn woman, making me miss my damn rest, to do her damn shit," he continued to mutter while walking upstairs to their room. It's okay though, he thought while putting on the outfit she'd laid for him to wear. I'll get her back somehow.....
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"Well, how about this one?"
"No, I don't think so. The color just isn't what we're going for."
Pan looked at her grandmother and sighed, wiping a few bangs from her eyes and pausing a moment to look at the ring on her finger.
"Chichi, they're invitations. Why worry so much about it?" Pan questioned without tearing her gaze away from the diamond.
"Because, silly, I want everything to be perfect for you. I want this to be an occasion that you look back on with wistful/tearful eyes. Induldge me. I want to feel important a few times before I die. By the way, there was something I wanted to talk about with you-"
"Oh my god, Grandma Chichi, your not dieing are you?" Pan asked, fear in her every words.
"No, dear it's not that-"
"Pregnant?"
"What is it with you people?! First it's your father, then your grandpa, and now you? Why must I be dieing or pregnant to want to talk to anyone?"
"Well, you brought it on yourself with your reasoning before about wanting to fell important before you die. It's quite natural to assume that's what's wrong."
"Point taken, but where did me getting pregnant come from."
Pan looked at her grandmother, shrugged, then returned to the small book of invitations laid before her.
Chichi exhaled and joined her grandmother, praying that her husband and their eldest son were having an easier time finding him a job.
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"What's that?" Goku asked peering over Gohan's shoulder at the yellow hunk of metal he was to be given.
"That is the car I used in college. I must warn you though that I got kinda of mad at it back then and I sorta programed to play an ode while I drove. The faster you go, the louder it plays. Hope that's okay."
"Of course it is. It could be that bad could it? I mean, it's just a song."
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Gohan tried to concentrate on the newspaper's classifieds but the lyrics were really starting to get to him. It also didn't help that Goku was driving on the highway at the speed limit causing the music to blast through the speakers.
As the song repeated itself, Goku began to sing along bobbing his head to the beat as he did so.
"Piece of shit car, I've got a piece of shit car, that fucking pile of shit, never gets me very far...."
Gohan began to wonder if his father knew what he was saying. Deciding he liked it better not knowing for sure, he skimmed the ads for something that his father could do with his qualifications. He could definatly be the head at some fighting academy but no one was looking for that right now.
Many were crossed out because they needed some form of an education. Great, his mother just had to stick him with this didn't he. Make the genius Son do all the work.
He looked out the window for a bit thinking ouer how important how important it was to his mother that his father became successful. He almost wanted to make it true when he began to remember all the times he'd had to miss parties because she'd made him study.
Then, he recalled seeing an ad that was definately not what his mother would want for his father. Searching through the pages, he found it and grinned evilly. Revenge is certainly sweet.
Gohan then saw his father's carefree face and he felt kinda guilty for getting his father stuck in this. All well, it's worth it.
"Okay, dad. You've got to turn at the next exit. I think I've found you the perfect thing..."
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"VEGETA!!! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" Bulma asked seeing her saiyan husband just laying on their bed. The man in question propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her for a moment before replying.
"You know Bulma, after some observation, I've come to the conclusion that all you do is bitch, bitch, bitch. I mean, you've got to start taking some anger mananagement classes or your gonna have a heart attack one of these days."
Bulma glared at the man as he grabbed the extra briefcase next to the window and flew away before the blue-haired beauty could respond.
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Vegeta slapped the tie from flinging into his face for the tenth time in the past twenty minutes. 'No wonder Trunks always uses the company car to get to work. These stupid ties keep hitting you in the face if you attempt to fly.'
He continued to mumble the rest of the flight towards the large building of Capsule Corporations. Hover cars were already whizzing and he wasn't surprised since it was Monday.
Landing gently on the buildings roofs, Vegeta rotated his shoulders before walking towards the door. There wasn't anything right below him, the top area usually used for storage. The next floor though, he knew held Trunks and a few more upper management offices.
Vegeta opened the door and walked towards his oldest brat's office, strutting like he owned the place which he practically did. He was the father of the owner. That was enough for him.
"Brat-" he began but was cut off when Trunks turned his chair away since he was on the phone. He tapped his foot impatiently as his son wrapped up the phone conversation and stood.
"Hey dad. Let me show you to your office."
Vegeta grunted before asking, "What exactly is it that I have to do?"
"I'm sure you'll love it. You'll get a real power trip from this."
"Really? Well, what is it?"
"Dad," Trunks said while opening the office door, "You get to fire people."
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