is the job so bad?"


Vegeta didn't answer again. "Do you just want to sit in the corner all evening?"


"Blablablabla that's like music to my ears!"


"Pah if you want it that way!"

And so the argument started all over again.




Bulma didn't want to give up anytime soon and went to the phone. There she pressed the redial button and was immediately connected to the garbage dump that Vegeta called earlier. "Hello, this is the Western Capital Garbage Collection. What can I do for you?" a voice answered on the other end of the phone line. "Oh, sorry, I made the wrong number" Bulma quickly hangs up the phone and grins involuntarily, which then turned into a roaring laugh as she imagined Vegeta in an orange suit driving through town and picking up rubbish. Grinning, she went back into the living room and sat down next to Vegeta in front of the TV. "You Vegeta?" She asked in. "Yeah what is it" he asked back in a bad mood. “Are you going to the labor exchange tomorrow then?” Vegeta shuddered as she thought of the queue at the labor exchange. "No! I will never go to this employment office again" "Well, how do you plan to look for a new job then?"" How well? Through the internet, of course "" Yes, of course. You and the Internet "" What do you mean, I'm a prince ........ "" Yes, but a prince who has no idea about the Internet "Bulma interrupted him and went into her room actually a <"The only thing that could cheer me up now would be the cookies. Hm, maybe I can still find some in the kitchen cupboard "He went into the kitchen and rummaged through all cupboards from top to bottom but nowhere could he find a crumb." When I get time to earn my own money, I can get so many cookies Buy as I want Ha "With the thought he left the chaos in the kitchen and went to sleep in his room because it was already 9:32 pm.




The next morning:


"VEGETA ......... Come down here immediately and clean up this pigsty from the kitchen", Bulma shouted the capsule couperation early in the morning. Vegeta literally fell out of bed at the loud crash and shuffled sleepily down the hallways to the kitchen and stopped in the door frame."What is the matter with this one? Please clear that up again on Bulma immediately" "I should what? ....... I SHOULD WHAT? You probably don't work properly anymore, do you? So you are solely responsible for this chaos." if you clean it up all by yourself, that's clear! "


"I have nothing to do with it!"


"Well then who?"


"You maybe? I should know, (after all, I'm a prince)!"


"What were you looking for when you caused the chaos here?"


After nothing I was just a little bored! Nothing else."


"Yes, of course, and you're messing up the whole kitchen! (Whoever believes it!)"


"I'm already clearing away! Don't give yourself hope."


Bulma wanted to give him a hand, but Vegeta probably misunderstood her and swore at Bulma: "I'm not hurting myself! You can go!"


"(Well, with your curves, I wouldn't be so sure!") ...













“The next one please!” How Vegeta hated that voice.


"I said the next one please!"


"Vegeta he means you!"


And so there he was again. Vegeta, offended and unsure of himself, at the employment office.


Actually, he had imagined it all to be much easier. At least he had imagined working as something like Bulma. Then the idea came to him: “I just ask Bulma if I can work for her.” So that's how he thought of earning his money and getting rid of his pounds.


Nice plan, but it still has to be put into practice!


He asked Bulma in the same place at the employment office if he could work for her.


And as it had to come, she also said yes !.






The story goes on.


I wrote it together with JeanneDark!








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