Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Boring Monday ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Nothing to say this time except, I am nothing more than an obsessed fan.

Chapter 5: Boring Monday

It was Monday morning, and Bulma actually arrived at work on time for once. She knew it was going to be her first time working a day shift with Vegeta, and wondered what entertainment would be in store for her today. Friday night had been quite interesting to say the least. There was a knock on the window. She looked up to see the newest edition to the team of crazy people that were too lazy to look for a better job.

The morning had gone by very slow. There were very few customers, which was no cause for complaint, but the fact that there was nothing to do caused the pair to count the minutes until freedom. Vegeta found the shrink wrap machine to be a somewhat interesting way to pass the time. He started off with the cup that held the extra pens. Once it was covered in the thin plastic film, he used the heat gun to shrink it so that it appeared to be vacuum sealed. At first glance, you couldn't even tell there was anything on it, until you tried to grab a pen and everything else came with it. However, this was not enough to satisfy his boredom. 'What else can I use?' he wondered. He spotted the toy rack and grabbed some stuffed animals to 'play' with. That turned out to not be as entertaining as he hoped. Out of the corner of his eye something large caught his attention: the phone, well one of them anyway. He unplugged it and proceeded to put several layers of shrink wrap on it, so many that one could barely make out what it was.

While Vegeta was playing with the shrink wrap, Bulma proceeded to watch TV. The fact that they sold satellite dish systems had its perks. They had a dish on the roof of the store with a signal fed to a large TV display that was right in front of the registers. Normally there was too much to do to really sit and watch anything, but today was especially slow. Bulma sat on the counter and started flipping through the channels. She finally found something slightly worth watching (it was better than working anyway) and turned the volume up so she could hear it over Vegeta and the heat gun.

The change in volume caught his attention, and he decided to see what Bulma was watching. A grabbed a place on the counter next to her, and she couldn't help but comment on his boyish amusement. "Did shrink wrapping finally get boring?" she mocked. He just looked at her for a moment, before deciding that she had a point and shrugged. "There's nothing else to do. So how many channels do we get?"

Bulma thought for a minute. "Well, originally they had blocked out all the objectionable ones: all the movie channels, MTV, stuff like that, so I overrode the channel locks they had put in place on the channels they didn't want us watching in the store. I realized though that this only included the ones that had been subscribed to, the basic package, so I modified the access card so we could watch everything that the dish picks up."

Vegeta seemed interested in this fact, especially since he did not have cable at home. "Give me the remote." Bulma handed it to him and he flipped through the channels to check out his options. He soon realized that a few channels remained locked. He looked to see which ones these were and discovered they were the adult movie channels.

"I thought you said you unlocked all the channels," he commented as he glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I can't have you guys watching porn at work now can I? It's bad enough I keep finding those magazines with the wrestling women in the bathroom. Besides if a kid started changing channels and it landed on a movie channel, that would be one thing, but if they accidentally turned on a porno, it's safe to say I'd be looking for another job." Vegeta saw her point, but he couldn't help himself. He loved to get under a person's skin.

"So, you just couldn't crack the code then. I must say I am surprised," he stated as he appeared to be pondering her inabilities. Aggravation was quickly getting the best of Bulma. She could take a lot of crap from people, but the one thing she couldn't stand was to have her intelligence insulted.

"Ha. Give me that stupid thing." Vegeta tossed her the remote and she quickly navigated through the menus to the parental control screen and typed in the code. Instantly the screen was visible and Bulma realized she had fallen for his little trick. She shook her head and glanced back up at the TV. There in all its glory was a porno playing on the store TV. Her embarrassment was forgotten as she then tilted her head in wonder. Vegeta chuckled as his boss contemplated the dynamics of the position the three people were in. "Damn, that must be for aesthetics only," came as a mumble from Bulma's lips as she turned the controls back on and the channel went back to a blue screen.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Vegeta was in an especially playful mood today and felt like really testing her limits.

"Sorry but I'm not having this conversation with you Vegeta." She walked to the other end of the counter to organize the tapes that needed to be reshelved. He was not going to be so easily brushed off, though, and proceeded to sit on the counter right next to where she was working.

"You're not getting out of it that easy, woman." She looked at him like he was nuts.

"I think I already said that I was not about to sit here and critique pornography with you." Vegeta loved how this was making her uncomfortable and decided to take a slightly different approach.

"Are you saying that you have never seen an adult film?" He gave her the innocent boy grin for further annoyance.

"No." She quickly realized what she just admitted and tried counter it. "Uh, err. Damn it Vegeta quit being such a pain in the ass." She was turning red. He couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or frustration, but he was leaning toward the latter. Angry or not, he still couldn't suppress the chuckle caused by the expression on her face.

"Calm down. I was just curious about your 'aesthetics' comment." Bulma sighed in irritation and decided he would not leave her alone otherwise.

"I just meant that the only purpose for that position would be for the benefit of the viewer: meaning that it would be in no way actually stimulating for those involved. Happy?" She gave a fake little grin for emphasis. Vegeta was satisfied with her reasoning, but just couldn't help himself. It was so much fun annoying her.

"Well, just because you wouldn't enjoy it doesn't mean ..." He was immediately cut off by a very pissed off woman.

"Oh go find something to do and leave me alone already!" Her screaming echoed throughout the store, but luckily no one else was there. Vegeta decided now would be a good time to put up those tapes. Bulma was still at the far end of the counter when the phone rang. She went to answer the phone closest to her, but found it covered in so many layers of shrink wrap it'd take quite a while to free it from its confinement.

"VEGETA!!!!"

Bulma sat at the desk and pretended to be busy. He was really getting on her nerves, and it was only 1 o'clock. 'Four more hours with the royal pain in the ass,' she thought. Then it came to her. A grin crept across her face as she went to a computer and typed in the commands to print up a very long report.

Vegeta had put up all the tapes and decided to see if Bulma had cooled off yet. He walked behind the counter to find her looking extremely pleased with herself. He only had a second to wonder what was going on before she tossed a stack of papers on the counter. "What's that?"

"That is your next project," she said with very Vegeta-ish smirk. "It is known as the call list. You have to call all the customers that have items out that are more than a week late to nicely 'remind' them to return our stuff." Bulma knew that description was accurate as far as description of duties. It wasn't difficult or anything, but it was the most annoying task to tackle, especially if you dislike dealing with people. Customers would yell at you for calling them. Some would accuse you of losing it because 'I always return everything on time.' Some would deny ever renting it, even when there was a comment on the account that an ID had been checked before renting. And then there was the most popular excuse of 'They didn't tell me when it was due back (So obviously keeping it two weeks seemed reasonable).' She couldn't wait to see how many arguments Vegeta would get into, especially with his short temper.

He grabbed the stack of papers and went to a phone that hadn't been shrink wrapped to call the first victim, ahem customer. He grinned as he dialed the first number. Bulma hadn't considered that this sort of task might just be the type Vegeta would enjoy.

Bulma had submersed herself in redoing the game section. It wasn't that out of order actually, but she needed something to do away from Vegeta. 'I don't know why I let him get to me. I knew exactly what he was doing, and I still walked right up and took the bait.' She was startled out of her introspection by Vegeta's ranting.

"No, you listen to me. The drop box does not mysteriously eat tapes you idiot. Whether or not you thought you'd already returned it is not my problem. It's not here, so find the stupid tape and return it before I come over there and get it myself!" Bulma snickered as she peered over the row of shelves and was immediately disappointed at the spectacle in front of her. Vegeta was smiling! He was actually enjoying what she had planned to be his torture.

"Kuso! Oh well, at least I'm not the one having to deal with those idiots." She went back to what she was working on moments before. She was interrupted shortly, however, by Vegeta cussing out someone. Bulma now realized the mistake of asking him to take care of this. 'Now they'll want to bitch at me.' She heard the phone receiver get slammed down onto its cradle and cringed.

"Bulma! This asshole wants to talk to you!" She sighed as she strolled over to the front counter, preparing herself for the verbal onslaught she was about to receive.

Thirty minutes later...

Bulma hung up the phone and ran both hands through her hair. Her entire face and neck were as red as they could get and she appeared to be shaking slightly. Vegeta observed her wearily, waiting for the emotional outburst that surprisingly didn't come. She just stared at him as she closed the gap between them. She snatched the call list out of his hand and threw it in the trash before walking back behind the desk and sat down. 'What the hell was that?' he wondered. Not sure if he should bother her or not, he got just close enough to see her sitting at the desk slowly drinking her water. Her face was slowly returning to its normal color although her ears were still bright red, boldly contrasting against her blue hair. He didn't want to ask, but she was never this quiet. Oddly enough it was actually making him worry.

"Bulma?" She didn't look at him and her expression did not change. "Woman, say something!" He had not meant the menacing tone, and it unfortunately sparked a reaction. Her eyes narrowed a moment before she turned toward him and threw the first thing she saw at his head. His fast reflexes allowed him to dodge the stapler with ease, but as he turned to see what it was she had thrown at him, he was clobbered in the back of the head by the hole punch.

"Shit, woman! What the hell is wrong with you?" He rubbed the back of his head as little white circles floated toward the ground around him.

"I'll tell you what's wrong! I hate this fucking job! I hate these stupid people! And if you piss off anyone else, you are on your own buddy. I'm sick and tired of being damage control every time someone gets mad. I will not kiss anymore ass damn it!!!" She kicked the filing cabinet to emphasize her point.

Her rampage was interrupted by a small squeal coming from the other side of the counter. They both turned to see a young, obviously frightened girl, maybe eight years old holding a movie and some money. "Sorry kid." Bulma sat back down and motioned for Vegeta to handle it. She rubbed her temples as she calmed down. As she gained control of herself, she realized she was hungry. She looked up over the wall that secluded the desk from the rest of the counter. She saw Vegeta checking in a stack of tapes, and felt bad for blowing up on him. It was partially his fault, but only a small portion of the rage unleashed actually came from the conservation with the man on the phone. She really was sick to death of that place and she had no one to blame for that other than herself. More than anything else, though, she was embarrassed that she had thrown a tantrum.

"Hey Vegeta, I'm going to order some pizza. You want some? It's my treat." He realized how hungry he really was and nodded. "Sounds good."

The pizza arrived, and after eating, Bulma was in a much better mood.

Unfortunately, it was not going to last for long. A young guy, maybe 20 years old, came in the store and asked for the manager. He explained that there were some games rented on his account and were never returned that were not rented by himself. He got a notice from the collections agency it had been written off to and wanted to watch the security tape to see if he knew who had done it. He and Bulma went into the back room where the surveillance equipment was located. She pulled out the tape that had been used on the day in question and put it in the VCR. The screen on the monitor was divided into nine smaller screens, one for each camera in the store. She fast forwarded the tape to about the time the items were rented. She pointed to the top left screen which filmed the computer station that had been used.

While the guy was watching it closely, Bulma noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye. There is a camera in the back room also, and on the screen for that camera were two people making out on the table. The only change to her expression was the widening of her eyes and it lasted only a moment. She glanced at the customer beside her. So far he had not noticed the 'fun' going on in the other corner of the screen. He was still focused on the person who was checking out the games on his account. Bulma turned back to the two people on the table. They were no longer just making out. The girl was bent over the table as the man pounded her from behind. She couldn't make out his facial features, but she clearly saw the bald head that could only belong to Krillin.

'Don't those idiots realize there is a camera filming them?' she mentally screamed.

"Hey can you rewind it just a bit. I think I might know who it is, but I need to be sure."

"Sure," Bulma replied nervously as she rewound the tape a little. The man began watching the short portion of tape again, and Bulma's curiosity got the best of her. She had to know who the girl was. This time she watched the two as the separated from their kiss, and right as the girl turned around to lean over the table, she caught a glimpse of her face: Marron.

'I can't believe Krillin,' was the only thing going through her head. Her shock was interrupted as the guy stated that he knew the identity of the culprit. She nodded as he backed away from the security monitor. Bulma thought she had lucked out, but as her finger moved to push stop, he saw it.

"Whoa, someone's having a little too much fun at work."

"Why me?" Bulma groaned to herself. The man quickly recognized that the couple was in the same room as they and he looked at the table in front of him in disgust. The man caught a glimpse of Marron's face.

"That's you isn't it?" he asked while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Hell no!" she screamed at him.

"No? Then who is it?"

"The resolution isn't clear enough to say for sure," she lied as she yanked the tape out of the VCR.

"That's okay. I don't blame you for not wanting to admit that you did a bald guy at work. Don't worry though. Your secret's safe with me," he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Vegeta had been up front watching TV and checking out the occasional customer that entered the store while Bulma was in the back watching the security tape. All of a sudden the door to the back opened and he heard a scream.

"Get the hell out of my store!!!!"

The guy ran past him followed closely by Bulma whose face had a murderous look to it. Vegeta shook his head and laughed as the two ran out in the parking lot. He heard tires screeching and then silence. Bulma walked back into the store out of breath and still a little pissed.

"I can't believe that guy!"

"Do I even want to know what that was about?" Vegeta asked from behind a magazine. Bulma sighed and sat on the counter. She chuckled a few times before she began.

"We were watching the tape and guess what we saw. Krillin and Marron getting down 'n' dirty on the table in the back room."

"No shit?" he asked emotionlessly as he lowered the top of the magazine just his eyes so he could see her expression. She nodded.

"Afraid so. What is it about this store lately? I never knew it was such a good place to have sex." Vegeta noted the hint of sarcasm. "Anyway the bastard thought it was me on the tape and started acting really weird and... anyway, he just pissed me off." She shook her head trying to clear it from the annoying situation.

"Today certainly has been strange," she commented as she changed the channel on the TV. Vegeta nodded in agreement from behind his magazine.

That's it for this one. In case you actually care, the shrink wrap thing happens all the damn time. Strange things happen when guys get bored. What can I say?

And I unfortunately find the WWF magazines that have the women in them in the bathroom a lot as well. O_O Don't ask, cause I don't.

Next time: Party at Krillin's, Bulma and Vegeta get to know each other a little more, and Yamcha did what?