"Dad, come out of there! I can't wait here forever! I have work in twenty minutes!" Gohan yelled through the bathroom stall even though it was a lie.
"Gohan, I look ridiculous! The hat fits funny and the shirt smells like old cheese. I'd be better off wearing that hat you had when you were four with the little dragonball on it."
Gohan pouted a little before replying. That had been his favorite hat. Since when didn't his dad like his hat?
"Dad, why don't you like my hat?"
Goku emerged from the bathroom stall slowly, hoping to distract his son from the question. Facing others in the embarrasing ensemble was much better that explaining the whole hat situation to his eldest.
Gohan wasn't one to be easily distracted.
"Come on dad, why don't you like it? And why haven't you said anything before? Wasn't it you that choose it anyway?"
Goku walked past his babbling son and checked his appearance in the mirror.
"Well, I suppose this is the best I can expect myself to look. See you later Gohan!" With those few words, Goku walked through the bathroom door and out into the open, leaving a confused Gohan behind him.
"He thought my hat looked stupid," and with that, he fell into a fit of laughter. Stumbling towards the door, he slipped on some dripping water and fell head first into the closest urinal, becoming knocked unconcious on contact by the hardened with age porcelein.
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"Dude, you okay," the small acne covered teen asked while gently tapping the now T-P'd Gohan.
He could feel his sense slowly returning and then with a quick whiff he was standing straight, his face distorted to show his disgust.
Then he noticed the toilet paper.
He fell into a heap on the floor, slamming his fists into the floor and cursing Dende with every word he knew of.
"I just wanted to get revenge on her. You stupid *censored* *censored* *some more censoring* That's all!!"
The teen of earlier slowly backed away.
Gohan caught this movement and stopped in his berating of the Earth's guardian to grin evilly at the boy.
"Dude?"
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Pan banged her head on the table as Chichi hummed along with the music from the wedding planners ceiling speakers. They'd been sitting there for TWO HOURS looking through book after book of invitations. When Pan looked back at this she was sure she was going to tearful because of the torture it was putting her through, not because it was so beautiful. At this rate, she'd be lucky if the wedding was planned by the time June came around.
"What about this? Sandalwood with mahogany on the vertical slash and beachwood on the horizontal front. Sound good?" Chichi looked to her grandaughter, a little worried when she had recieved no answer. The young Son looked at her grandmother before nodding dumbly.
"Good. Now, what about the ribbon to go with it," Chichi continued, her face lighting up as she grabbed up another five stacks of books.
Pan looked at her grandmother in disbelief.
"There's more?"
Chichi blinked.
"Why, of course there's more dear. Why wouldn't there be? You can't send out invitations without ribbons to wrap around them."
Pan sighed and laid her head on her arms, staring at some people through the window. She pouted a little as some teenage boys made a few obscene gestures to a cop and decided she'd rather help Chichi. She scooted towards the older woman and smiled.
"Okay. At least we don't have to wrap them ourselves."
"Sure we do dear, that's half the fun."
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Vegeta laid back on his reclining office chair, a small bowl containing Capsule Brand Croutons in his lap. He reached down and ate one every once in a while, looking around his office with bored eyes.
Sure it was. Better than nice. Many people would kill to have an office like his he supposed. He liked that idea. It was a window office, large with green plants in different places on the floor, paintings in different places on the walls. On the left side, he had an exercise machine and TV, which was located right next to a small refridgerator stocked to the brim with food. He smirked, happy that his son had been smart enough to include that.
He pushed at the desk in front of him, spinning his chair before he stopped himself once again, buzzing the small blinking light on the phone panel.
"Susan," he asked his secretary, trying his best to surpress his glee at what she could answer to his question.
"Yes sir?"
"What's on the agenda for today?"
"Well, you have to fire Mr. Johnson at twelve-thirty, and then the older of the Jenkins twins at twelve forty-five. Also, Mr. Briefs requested that you interrogate the janitor. Mr. Briefs suspects he's been stealing from the offices."
"Certainly. Thank you Susan."
"My pleasure sir."
Leaning back once again, he closed his eyes in bliss, thinking up all the ways he could make these firings as enjoyable as possible. For himself of course.
He didn't give a damn about anyone else.
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"Okay, Mr. Son. These instructions are pretty simple because even Jones here can understand them." At this, the balding manager of the 474th McDonalds ruffled a pimply faced teens head, causing the boy to drop a handful of fries to the floor.
"You might want to pick that up kid," he whispered to Jones.
"Okay, Goku, if you'll follow me into the cooler here, you'll see that we stock mostly everthing in here. The meats over there, ice cream there, and fries in that corner. Don't mind that bucket. The brown's stuffs just some juice we freeze that came off of the grills. Totally harmless. Unless you set it on fire of course. You wouldn't set it on fire though would you Mr. Son?"
"Of course not sir," Goku replied, puffing out his chest and brandishing his newly discovered McDonalds smile.
"Good, cause we've been lacking on our payment this month so this place isn't insured. The last thing we need is for it burn down. Anyway, let's get back on track. Your gonna work the drive through for today. Today's one of our laid-back days. At least, until noon. Then, it's hell because there are a bunch of people that come here for lunch. Well, I have to go pick up my kidnergartners. Good luck, Son!"
Goku smiled and waved away the man before grabbing a pair of headphones and securing them to his head. To his surprise, music played in his ears. He tapped a girl who looked to be in her forties and she turned to him, her lips twisted in a frown.
"Yes?"
"Are the headphones supposed to play music?"
The girl stared at him with her eyebrow raised before her gaze dropped and she rolled her eyes.
"You put on the wrong ones. Here, take mine. I need to take a break anyway." She thrust the pair into his hands and walked away, pullin out a cigarette as she did so. (AN-I don't condone smoking in any way. It's just to emphasize her character)
Goku secured the new pair of headphones onto his head with ease, the band falling perfectly between his wild spikes of hair. Walking down the small hall he entered the small ordering room and waited for the next customer.
Ten minutes later, Goku was nearly asleep when he heard a small ding indicated the said customer. He jumped up and pressed a small button, welcoming the person to McDonalds.
"May I take your order?"
"Dad?"
Goku squinted.
"Goten?"
"Hey Dad! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, your mother wanted me to find something to keep me occupied and with the help of Gohan, here I am!" Goku smiled, then remembered Goten couldn't see him and righted himself.
"So, what would you like?"
Goku smiled as his son placed an order only a saiyan-jin could be proud of. Then his smile dropped a little as the order was doubled.
"Goten, are you sure you can eat this much by yourself?"
"Huh? Oh, dad, I'm not by myself. I just got out of *cough* recovery and I decided to take Bra out for some lunch."
"Oh....pull up to the window."
Goku entered the order and his eyes almost bugged out at the price.
"Wow. That's really cheap for how much he ordered. I should recommend this place to Vegeta."
Goten pulled up with Bra alongside and smiled at his father.
"Hello Mr. Son. Looking sharp," she smirked, eyeing the uniform.
"Yeah, yeah. $27.50 please."
Goten handed him the money in cash and waved goodbye before he went into the other lane. Goku smiled.
Maybe this whole job thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
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The teen looked up at the building that was Capsule Corporation. He blinked a few times, the brightness of the sun's rays becoming blinding.
He sighed and looked down at the rumpled napkin in his hand which contained the perfect handwriting of Gohan. He patted the fifty in his pocket and smiled. Whoever this crazy guy was, he was good in his book.
He walked past the front desk and went straight to the elevator. He had to go to the upper floors to get to this Vegeta guy. The spiky-haired man from the bathroom had made a phone call before payinf for lunch and come back with the napkin in his hand.
Holding his head high to show off the confidence he didn't have, he walked up to a brown-haired woman busy talking on the phone.
"Um, excuse me miss. I'm hear to talk to a, uh," he looked to the name penned on his hand. "Vegeta?"
She looked him and down for a few moments in speculation before sighing and pressing a button on the phone.
"Mr. Briefs."
"Yes?" came a gruff reply.
"There is a young man here to see you."
"Send him in."
She gave him a tight smile before returning to the other line and continuing her conversation. He gulped down his nerves and grabbed the handle.
It opened to reveal a large and spacious office, and his eyes wandered to the desk where a leather chair sat, empty.
"Over here."
Turning, he saw that there was a middle-heighted man running on an exercise machine.
"What is it you've come to bother me about?"
"I, uh, was sent here by," another check of the hand," Son Gohan to tell you something about his father..."
"Kakarott?"
The teen watched in slight horror as the spiky-haired man smirked evilly and the teen surpressed a chill.
"What about him?"
"I'm supposed to tell you that he's working at McDonalds and that he'll be there during lunch time. He said you'd know what to do."
The smirk spread and Vegeta laughed, a loud, proud laugh that resounded from his very being.
The teen took his time and backed out of the room, Vegeta laughing the whole way.
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Gohan drove towards his home, smiling. Yes, revenge was sweet.
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Pan took out a small bottle of aspirin from her purse and poppped a couple into her mouth. She swalloed them with the help of her bottled water and laid back. This morning had been tiring one, and the day was only half over. She still had to pick out cakes and envelopes, then, she had to meet with a calligrapher to discuss fonts for her invitations. That was of course, after she finalized her guest list. It now stood and seven hundred sixty six. This had seemed fine to both her and her fiance until she found out that she would be doing these invitations by hand as far as placing them in the envelope and wrapping them with ribbon was concerned.
She was going to make Trunks pay for ditching at the last minute. 'Oh, Pan! I'm working on something big and it'll be taking up all my time. Why don't you have Chichi help you with it. I bet she'd love to spend time with you.' What a bunch of bull.
Pan glanced over at her grandmother who was looking around for a nice resturant. It's not that it was hard to find, it's just that Pan had wanted to lose a few pounds before eating so they had to find a specific resturant. One with no fat in it's food. Now THAT was hard to find.
"What about that place, Pan?"
The dark haired girl followed the older woman's line of sight and twisted her face to one of disgust.
"Bleh."
"Your so picky," Chichi laughed before turning back into the straight lane and turning on the radio. Pan smiled herself and looked out the window. What she saw this time was much more pleasant than the last. The small toy shop where Pan had loved to go to as a little girl was having a sale and families were coming and going in packs. She smiled. That was going to be here someday. At least, it would be if she survives planning this marriage. Then she can worry about kids.
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Trunks sat in his office, oblivious to the angst of his fiance, the revenge plot of his future father-in-law, Goku's new job, and the chaos that was sure to ensue now that Vegeta knew about it. No, the purple haired president was busy working on a new deal concerning the take over of an older company.
He hadn't been lieing to Pan when he said he was busy and wouldn't be able to be involved very much in the planning. He was very busy. But, it wasn't the whole reason. Most of it was because Trunks was afraid of messing it all up. He knew how much this wedding of theirs meant to them and their relatives. But it couldn't match how much it meant to Trunks. He'd wanted to be married since he was a kid, though he'd never thought it would be to Pan, just someone that he loved.
He loved Pan, so he had all the elements necessary for the ceremony. Now they just needed to plan it.
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Goku handed the person their change and sat down, getting his first break in forty minutes. The manager hadn't been kidding when he said that the noon hour was busy. His throat was beginning to hurt from all the talking he'd done.
Another car came in and he turned the headset back on before gretting them.
"Yes. Hello Goku, or should I say Kakarott?"
"Vegeta?!"
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