"Why haven't you gotten a job yet?" grumbled the Prince of all Saiyans, disgusted.

Trunks looked up from the column he was reading and sighed tiredly, his hand going over his eyes in abandonment. "I'm still looking o'tousan. It's hard to get a job, especially how the economy is right now."

"It shouldn't be hard for you. Your more intelligent then the teachers in this city. You could even be smarter than your mother."

"Dad..." whined Trunks. "It doesn't matter that I am or not. The only place I've worked was in mom's company and you saw what happened..."

"Well..."

"I think the reason I'm not getting employed is because of mom.."

"...nonsense. Your mother would never do that. Bulma isn't that way.."

"Oh really?" asked Trunks, skeptically, eyeing his dad menacingly. "If I can remember correctly, didn't mom make it impossible for you to go out in public when she found out about you and--"

"Quiet boy! I don't want to upset your mother about our 'relationship.' The women's already in a uproar with you and I don't want her clamping her claws into me next, especially since she seemed to have finally not brought up about... " Vegeta trailed off, eyes growing sad, lost.

"Exactly." murmured Trunks, feeling for his dad.

"Hmph, whatever. I'm gonna go train.. Remember not to put your feet on the table... you know how your mother hates that..."

"Don't worry.. I won't. Think that seeped in... don't think I'm ever going to do that again.."

"Well... whatever. I'm going."

"Bye dad!" Trunk's went back to reading the newspaper. The column read... "How to Get a Job." but he knew it was pointless... he'll magically be applicable for a job when his mother was done being angry with him... though, he hoped he wouldn't starve by then.