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A/N: Basically Everyone are car dealers. Yay!
Chapter 1:
To Know the Tricks and Play the Game
Papers, these damn papers were the worst part of his job. Yes tricking people into buying cars was okay, but the job had it's faults, like this. Signing, reading, and blah blah blah with papers.
Vegeta scowled angrily. This job paid well, it tasted his skills at tricking the stupid, and he made friends with very wealthy people. Which was good in his part if he ever wanted anything.
Vegeta sat at his desk with a stack of papers sure to keep him in the dealer ship till midnight. He had nothing on his desk. Not even pictures, just papers, and the occasional pencil and pen. He was all work, and never really any play.
Vegeta continued to scowl as he heard his companion across from him laughing his ass off.
*As usual* Vegeta thought.
His companion, secret friend, Kakarott had just sold a car and was reclined in his chair, feet on the desk and his hand in a bag of chips watching shows on his portable TV.
*Baka!* Vegeta thought bitterly.
"Hey Vegeta! It's another commercial!"
Kakarott found it amazing that their dealer ship had commercials. He'd always point them out, and Vegeta would always groan in annoyance. Vegeta had seen the commercial once, but it was enough stupidity he'd seen for his life. He could barley stand hearing it. But he didn't lash out,
*Commercial*
"Hey you! Yeah you! I'm Yamcha! The best base ball player ever!
You need a car? Well I want you to buy a car! My cars! Come on down!
Prices that anybody can afford. Cars that are cool and stylish!
So what are you sitting there for? Get your ass down here and buy buy buy!
Remember, come on down to Interplanetary Motors!"
*End commercial*
In all of Vegeta's life, he'd have to say that was the most pathetic display of advertising he'd ever seen. Everytime he heard that commercial, he felt compelled to bang his head repeatedly against his desk or jam a pencil in his ear. But so far, he was holding up. Yes the advertising was bad, but the one advertising annoyed him the most.
Yamcha. He had to work with and for the retard on a daily basis. Another flaw to his job. Yamcha and Old Man Roshi own Interplanetary Motors! Old Man Roshi runs the show, Yamcha advertises. Amazingly the pair is successful. Yamcha was just plain stupid. I mean, the nuts of a squirrel were more intelligent, and I don't mean the nuts he stores during the winter!
Just then, the door opened and a blue haired woman walked in, automatically earning every dealers attention. Anyone who walked through those doors had an invisible 'Sucker' sign on their forehead. I didn't feel like socializing, to women at the moment.
This woman looked like the type that would annoy him. Have a sick voice, and a poor outlook on the world. I merely sat there and let kakarott beat me there.
"Hello, miss may I help you?"
"Actually you can, can you show me to 'Old Man Roshi's' Office?" Bulma asked unsurely.
Kakarott narrowed his eyes at the woman. A beautiful female going into the office home to the biggest pervert was asking for trouble.
"I don't mean to be busy, but why do you need to talk to Old Man Roshi?" Kakarott asked.
"I'm supposed to be working here starting today."
"That your right young lady!"
Old Man Roshi replied to Bulma.
"Are you Old Man Roshi?"
"That I am! You must be Bulma Briefs. I've heard a lot about you. Where's your friend?"
"Oh Chi Chi couldn't make it just yet. But she'll be hear tomorrow."
"How about I show you your desk, Bulma"
Vegeta with his acute saiya-jin hearing heard the conversation.
*A new co-worker? Little thing looks lost in this field of work. I should educate her*
Vegeta stepped away from his desk, which was very rare, unless to eat, go to the bathroom or assist a customer. No customers were around so everyone looked puzzled. He walked up to Bulma's new desk; she was already placing little pictures and whatnot on the desk. Vegeta scoffed, getting Bulma's attention.
"May I help you?" Bulma asked.
"Let me educate you in the car selling industry...You see"
"Let me guess, you underestimate my skills as a car saleswoman?"
"You took the words right out of my mouth, woman" Vegeta replied.
"Well let me educate you on a few things buddy. I may be a woman, but I'm a smart woman. I can do anything a man can accept peeing standing up. I don't need a arrogant short annoying troll to tell me what's what in the real world!"
Oooh's and Aaah's filled the area. Everyone except for Bulma knew of Vegeta's historical temper.
"Why you little"
"Hiya folks!" Yamcha interrupted as he slithered his way into the office.
A bit of a cliffhanger on the first chapter, but you understand. More feuding and Chi Chi enters next chapter. Yay! Please review!
Oh and if you'd like to be on my 'Chapter Update Mailing List', please e-mail me or request it when you review. Ja ne' and REVIEW!
A/N: Basically Everyone are car dealers. Yay!
Chapter 1:
To Know the Tricks and Play the Game
Papers, these damn papers were the worst part of his job. Yes tricking people into buying cars was okay, but the job had it's faults, like this. Signing, reading, and blah blah blah with papers.
Vegeta scowled angrily. This job paid well, it tasted his skills at tricking the stupid, and he made friends with very wealthy people. Which was good in his part if he ever wanted anything.
Vegeta sat at his desk with a stack of papers sure to keep him in the dealer ship till midnight. He had nothing on his desk. Not even pictures, just papers, and the occasional pencil and pen. He was all work, and never really any play.
Vegeta continued to scowl as he heard his companion across from him laughing his ass off.
*As usual* Vegeta thought.
His companion, secret friend, Kakarott had just sold a car and was reclined in his chair, feet on the desk and his hand in a bag of chips watching shows on his portable TV.
*Baka!* Vegeta thought bitterly.
"Hey Vegeta! It's another commercial!"
Kakarott found it amazing that their dealer ship had commercials. He'd always point them out, and Vegeta would always groan in annoyance. Vegeta had seen the commercial once, but it was enough stupidity he'd seen for his life. He could barley stand hearing it. But he didn't lash out,
*Commercial*
"Hey you! Yeah you! I'm Yamcha! The best base ball player ever!
You need a car? Well I want you to buy a car! My cars! Come on down!
Prices that anybody can afford. Cars that are cool and stylish!
So what are you sitting there for? Get your ass down here and buy buy buy!
Remember, come on down to Interplanetary Motors!"
*End commercial*
In all of Vegeta's life, he'd have to say that was the most pathetic display of advertising he'd ever seen. Everytime he heard that commercial, he felt compelled to bang his head repeatedly against his desk or jam a pencil in his ear. But so far, he was holding up. Yes the advertising was bad, but the one advertising annoyed him the most.
Yamcha. He had to work with and for the retard on a daily basis. Another flaw to his job. Yamcha and Old Man Roshi own Interplanetary Motors! Old Man Roshi runs the show, Yamcha advertises. Amazingly the pair is successful. Yamcha was just plain stupid. I mean, the nuts of a squirrel were more intelligent, and I don't mean the nuts he stores during the winter!
Just then, the door opened and a blue haired woman walked in, automatically earning every dealers attention. Anyone who walked through those doors had an invisible 'Sucker' sign on their forehead. I didn't feel like socializing, to women at the moment.
This woman looked like the type that would annoy him. Have a sick voice, and a poor outlook on the world. I merely sat there and let kakarott beat me there.
"Hello, miss may I help you?"
"Actually you can, can you show me to 'Old Man Roshi's' Office?" Bulma asked unsurely.
Kakarott narrowed his eyes at the woman. A beautiful female going into the office home to the biggest pervert was asking for trouble.
"I don't mean to be busy, but why do you need to talk to Old Man Roshi?" Kakarott asked.
"I'm supposed to be working here starting today."
"That your right young lady!"
Old Man Roshi replied to Bulma.
"Are you Old Man Roshi?"
"That I am! You must be Bulma Briefs. I've heard a lot about you. Where's your friend?"
"Oh Chi Chi couldn't make it just yet. But she'll be hear tomorrow."
"How about I show you your desk, Bulma"
Vegeta with his acute saiya-jin hearing heard the conversation.
*A new co-worker? Little thing looks lost in this field of work. I should educate her*
Vegeta stepped away from his desk, which was very rare, unless to eat, go to the bathroom or assist a customer. No customers were around so everyone looked puzzled. He walked up to Bulma's new desk; she was already placing little pictures and whatnot on the desk. Vegeta scoffed, getting Bulma's attention.
"May I help you?" Bulma asked.
"Let me educate you in the car selling industry...You see"
"Let me guess, you underestimate my skills as a car saleswoman?"
"You took the words right out of my mouth, woman" Vegeta replied.
"Well let me educate you on a few things buddy. I may be a woman, but I'm a smart woman. I can do anything a man can accept peeing standing up. I don't need a arrogant short annoying troll to tell me what's what in the real world!"
Oooh's and Aaah's filled the area. Everyone except for Bulma knew of Vegeta's historical temper.
"Why you little"
"Hiya folks!" Yamcha interrupted as he slithered his way into the office.
A bit of a cliffhanger on the first chapter, but you understand. More feuding and Chi Chi enters next chapter. Yay! Please review!
Oh and if you'd like to be on my 'Chapter Update Mailing List', please e-mail me or request it when you review. Ja ne' and REVIEW!