"That's right, Kakarott. I, your saiya-jin-no-ouiji-sama, have taken time off from my new job to dine at this lovely chain food resturant that has decided to take you on, those smart people. What's this place called again," Vegeta asked, straining to make out the words that his new glasses were distorting. They were for looks. Too bad he could barely look out of them.
"McDonalds?" Goku offered.
"Right. Now, onto what I want. I'll have a hundred and two of your number 3. Gonna buy the employees lunch. At least, the ones that I get to fire later on. No croutons for them," Vegeta laughed. Goku didn't get it and Vegeta glared at where he thought the mini camera was.
"I'll pull up." Goku wiped some sweat away and put in the order.
"He must really not like our new salads," he muttered to himself. Vegeta pulled up to the window without killing anyone, amazing feat to him since he'd never driven a car before. He made it to the window to see Goku wearing his patented McDonalds smile and telling him the price.
"What?" Vegeta asked, not being able to hear him.
"Roll down your window," Goku mouthed, and Vegeta glared at him through it the whole way down. Vegeta just decided to ignore what had conspired and asked Goku to repeat the cost.
"That'll be $258.63."
Vegeta gawked at him, seeming totally aghast at this.
"You mean your going to make me PAY for all of that."
Goku stared at him, confused.
"What do you mean Vegeta? Your a customer. Of course you have to pay."
"Goku?" Vegeta actually looked hurt. "I thought we were closer than this. I thought what we had was beyond prince and people. I thought we were," Vegeta leaned closer to him. "Friends."
Goku's eyes widened at he stared at him. That was the last thing he ever thought he'd hear come from Vegeta's mouth. They were FRIENDS?! Since when? Did friends often match until either one was almost dead? Must have been a new trend he'd missed out on.
"Well Vegeta, I guess we are friends. I just never-"
"Good. Do you know what friends do for eachother?"
Goku leaned on his elbow, grinning like a madman and confident as a business man.
"Why, they beat eachother up till the point of near death."
"What?! NO! They give eachother free food. Now, c'mon. I don't have the money with me right now, but you know I'm good for it. Not only does my son own the biggest corporation in the world, but I work there too. C'mon, I won't tell anyone."
Goku eyed him with scrutiny. He wanted them to be friends now that Vegeta had proclaimed him as such, but he knew he couldn't do it without feeling like he'd betrayed the store owner. He had confided in Goku that they weren't exactly rolling in the money.
"Well, I guess I can do that this one. But never again right?"
"Of course," Vegeta indulged, once again amazed by his own cunning and Goku's nativity.
"Okay. Hang on a sec." Goku walked back and saw the workers flying around like bees to honey to prepare this meal. This was the kinda thing they were waiting for. A big meal to get them on there way to a debt-free facility. All because of this new guy with the weird hair as Joan, the 'frier' called him.
They presented it to Goku and went back to work, cleaning off the excess greet from all the meat and began to prepare for the next order.
"Thank Goku. I owe you one."
"No problem Vegeta. Enjoy."
Goku waved the shorter saiyan off and took of his headset. No one was waiting so he grabbed a water. Jack(A guest appearance by me, though I do NOT work at McDonalds) approached him and handed him the cover to his water.
"Hey Goku. Great work with the big customer. I think your just what this place needs." Goku grinned at the compliment and Jack smiled back.
"By the way, we're all getting together after we close tonight. We're closing early today, you knew that right? Anyway, we were wondering if you'd like to stay, to celebrate our success. Think you could come?" Goku looked at the young teen and held out his hand.
"It's a date."
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Gohan walked into his office, whistling a small tune whilst placing his jacket on the coat hanger. Oh yes, my friends. Revenge is SO very sweet. 'Like chocolate,' he thought to himself. Sitting down he pressed the intercom button and waited for his secretary to ask him what he wanted.
"Yes, Mr. Son."
"Karen, darling, could you do me a favor and buy me a basket full of chocolate from that Ghiradelli's down the street?"
"That's not really in my job description, Mr. Son."
"Is it in your job description if I give you an extra sixty dollars in your paycheck?"
Karen's mouth fell open and she broke the connection, already half way out the door. Something was up with that Son Gohan and if anyone could tell it more easily than his mother, his father, his brother, his wife, his daughter, or the creepy green man that visited every so often, it was her and whatever it was....
She liked it.
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"Mr. President, sir?"
"I've told you before Sheryl, you can call me Trunks."
"Yes, sir." He groaned and she paused before he urged her to continue. He really needed a new assistant.
"I was asked by Mr. Briefs assistant, your father by the way, to see if you'd like to join him and a few workers for a little McDonalds. He also says to hurry if you want some. He only brought one hundred and two, so-"
Trunks didn't wait to here the rest. He burst out of his office, getting the distinct feeling that something was up. His father was not the generous kind unless he was up to something. If Trunks wasn't so overcome by this underlying fear, he would've realized the irony of his situation.
When you thought about his actions as a child, you never would think it would be him, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, that was worried about his FATHER, the PRINCE of all the saiyans, all SIX OF THEM, getting in trouble.
His father saw him when he got to his father's office and the forty or so other employees applauded him. Vegeta opened the door with a mischievous grin that confirmed Trunks' worries. His father was up to something and that something was big.
"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What's the matter Trunks? What is there that you can't tell me in front of your *trusted* employees." This got a hoot and holler from the audience and Trunks' fists tightened at his sides. THE BASTARD WAS MAKING HIM LOOK BAD!!! The irony of it all!
"It's a personal matter everyone."
"But I thought everyone at Capsule Corporation was a family. That we worked on a personal level."
'Damn, I knew I shouldn't have left those employee search tapes be left in his office. Double damn.'
"Please Dad."
"Okay, son. Roger, you make sure it doesn't get too rowdy in here!" The red haired Roger waved and laughed.
"That's a great bunch of people you have working for you there Trunks," Vegeta commented as they walked out of the office. Trunks was on him in a second.
"What do you think your doing?!" Vegeta smirked at him before dropping it and going for the more innocent facade.
"I don't know what your talking about Trunks. I'm just getting to know my fellow workers a little bit better. You know Roger has been working here for twelve years and hasn't been promoted once? I could name at least twelve other people like that. How does that reflect on you Trunks? Some of them haven't even talked to you. I'm giving them a hope."
"Oh no you don't! You are NOT making me look bad in front of my employees. This is my business and I will run it as I see fit!!"
"I'm your father, boy!! I'd know what was good for you better than you would!!" Trunks shoved his face in his fathers.
"Dad, if I did what you thought was best I'd be a cold hearted, manipulative bastard just like you!" Trunks turned around and headed into his office, slamming the door behind him.
Sitting down in his office, Trunks grabbed a small stress ball and rolled it around in his hands, trying to figure out what he was going to do. His father was trying to take over his company and he knew just how to do it. By taking the trust of his employees.
"This won't do. This won't do at all...What I need is for someone to compete with dad. But who?"
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Goku walked out of the bathroom, folding up his uniform and putting it in his jean pockets before his hair was blown back by the pounding bass of a radio.
"Hey Goku!! I heard about your big sale today, way to go!!! We might be able to get insurance now and give you all raises! I've got a good feeling about you Son, keep it up. Now, fellow employees of McDonalds, enjoy the food!"
Turning his head, Goku looked at the countertop of food where the ordering station usually was.
"This is my kinda party," he said, rubbing his hands together and digging in.
Twenty minutes later found Goku sitting in a plastic booth, stuffed as only a saiyan can be.
"Hey Goku," Jack said, sitting beside him. "Great work today. All that money you brought in is gonna save this place."
Goku smiled at Jack, putting his hands behind his head and sitting back.
"I'm glad this place is gonna do better but I don't know anything about any money." Jack spit out soda.
"Excuse me? What do you mean you don't know anything about any money?"
"Exactly what I said. The customer was a friend of mine and he told me that frineds give eachother stuff for free. So, that's what I did."
Jack stared at him, mouth and eyes wide open with disbelief.
"Your kidding me right?"
"Nope." Standing very solemnly, Jack got up and walked over to the manager, whispering the new in his ear. The man in turn turned, his pudgy face red with anger and eyes bulging.
"I'll kill you!!!" Running towards Goku, he jumped on him, pushing the taller man to the ground. Goku was so shocked he didn't react as the man them rolled them to the back of the resturant near the coolers.
Goku decided to humor the guy and just lay there with a blank expression as the guy hit him with punches. The other employees gathered around, cheering them on. Well, cheering the manager on. Who'd wanna cheer for the guy that could make them shut down and lose their jobs?
The manager must have been tiring himself out because he was weaving a little before he hit Goku. Finally, the man collapsed. His weight caused him to bounce and he collided with the earlier headphone woman and she screamed, her cigarette flying through the air.
"NOOOOO!!" Jack yelled as the small lit object headed towards the big containers of grease.
Everything went in slow motion after this. The employees ran out of the building as fast as the could, missing Goku as he used his I.T. technique to transfer himself and the unconcious manager outside.
"I better get out of here," Goku said, placing the manager down gently on the ground. He looked to the building one more time before taking to the sky.
"So much for not blowing the place up."
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The two dark haired women sat down in the booth, Chichi placing her purse beside her before picking up a menu. The small fifties-themed resturant was busy for a Monday, but it was noon and most people in the city were on their lunch break.
They didn't talk until the waiter came up and even then, it was just to order their meals. They weren't mad at eachother. At least, Chichi wasn't mad at Pan. Pan was a little mad about the obsession with her wedding but other than that, was just tired and sick of talking.
They were sitting by the bar which conveniantly had a television that was facing them. A man appeared in the middle of a baseball game, looking to be in his mid-fifties with a bad tupee.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this announcement. The local McDonalds was blown up today when a workers cigarette was tossed into a bucket of collected grease. The details are still being found out now but there is one word that seems to be a collective reason, Goku."
Chichi looked up to the TV, her face contorted with horror.
"Sir, would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Excuse me, I'm a girl and yes I would. There was this new guy working here. I heard his name was Goku? Is that right? Anyway, he brought in this big order and we were all going to celebrate it. After he's scarfed down like all the food, he goes and tells us he'd given all the food to the guy for free. The manager gets all red in the face and attacks him. The manager's punches don't even affect the guy, so the Mr. Spalding wears himself out and rolls over and knocks out this women smoking. The rest you already know." The reporter turns toward the camera.
"There you have it ladies and gentleman. Updates, tonight at ten."
Chichi, who had been holding a fork in her hand the whole time, snarled and broke it in two.
"I'll kill him."
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