"Put your feet up!" Ordered Bulma while she vacuumed. Vegeta, who was reading the newspaper, put his feet sullenly on the living room table. "Why don't you leave the housework to the robots?" - "The household chores are broken. But maybe I should leave that to you ?!" Vegeta buried his face behind the newspaper and squealed: "No !!" Bulma rolled her eyes . "Lazy sack! Do something! Either the household or look for a job!" - "A job? Why that? We have enough money." You will go looking for a job tomorrow, is that clear? "Vegeta grumbled quietly" Yes "and Bulma was proud of herself as she was the only one who occasionally managed to boss Vegeta around.


The job search took a long time. On the one hand Vegeta was relieved that Bulma didn't care what job he should look for, the main thing was that he enjoyed it. Because money didn't matter, they were multimillionaires.



Vegeta tried her hand at being a supermarket salesman:


An old woman stood at the checkout with a full shopping cart and slowly heaved the goods onto the assembly line. `Isn't that faster? Vegeta thought. The woman took a Kellog pack from the car and asked: "Are there traces of peanuts in there?" - "Yes, it says on it. There on the side." - "Oh, then I won't take it. I'm allergic." - "Then give it to me. "-" I've seen you somewhere before ... haven't you even been on TV? "-" No. "-" Do you always look like that, young man? Is something bothering you? Can I tell you help? "-" No! "After Vegeta was waiting for the payment, the old woman rummaged in her handbag. "Oohh, I'm sorry! I forgot my wallet! You still have to take the goods back." Vegeta got too much. "Argh !!", he said and got upset. "Well ... I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed ..." Vegeta accidentally turned into a supersaiyajin, which terrified everyone.The old woman screeched loudly and passed out.


That day later, Vegeta was released. "It was a shitty job anyway!" He grumbled as he left.


Offended, he told Bulma about his first and last day at work. "Oh Veggi ... now don't pretend that you couldn't take any criticism!" - "I'm not doing it at all!" - "What job could you imagine next?" - "I don't know." - "Ice cream seller ! ”A malicious grin appeared on Vegeta's face. "Why not?"




Vegeta also soon applied to a posh ice cream parlor. His mouth watered at the sight of the different varieties. There wasn't much going on at the moment. Only one little girl stood in front of the counter. It stood on tiptoe and looked at Vegeta with big eyes: "A scoop of strawberry and a scoop of lemon, please." The girl looked a little like Bra. "Makes 1?" - "Thank you!" But no sooner had the cone in her hand than the ice cream fell down. "My ... my ice cream ... !!", the girl whimpered in horror.` Your own fault!, Vegeta thought at first, but then he felt sorry for her. "BUÄÄÄÄÄÄÄHHH !!!!!!!!!! "she cried." My Eiiiiiiis !! And now I have no money meeehhhr !! "-" Don't cry, little one. "Vegeta said gently, holding out a new croissant." You can have it. As a consolation! "The girl looked at him happily with sparkling eyes and wiped her tears away." There ... sniffed ... thank you! "


Vegeta wondered if he had become a wimp now. But he was happy for the little girl.


His colleague came out of the kitchen and shouted: "Hey, Vegeta! Please get more supplies!" - "Come on." When Vegeta stood in front of the huge ice supply, the water ran up for him. He couldn't resist! He looked around and emptied the chests. When he was done, his boss was standing in the door: "VEGETA!" 'he thought and turned around very slowly.




"Fired again!" He later confessed to Bulma. "Oooch ... what kind of things are you doing?Have you eaten everything "-" Yes ... "-" Oh man! Vegeta !! That's not true! Do you Saiyajins actually have your brain in your stomach? "-"No idea..."




-Sequel follows-