"Well, if Goku had to do it, so do you!"

"Why would I have to do ANYTHING that imbecile does? And why are you so fired up about this?" Vejita craned his neck around to look at his mate, who was shoving him with all her might towards a squat building across the street. "Is this to get back at me for that mall incident last week?" Bulma's eyes narrowed--a sure sign he was right--and he shouted annoyedly, "Well, no one DIED, for Dende's sake!" The woman didn't answer, just gritted her teeth and continued to push him towards the double doors of the local DMV.

"What do you MEAN you didn't bring a spare?!"

"Don't look at me! I didn't know the car would break down like that!!" The people in the small waiting room cringed in fear as the tirade continued to grow louder and more abusive, while some of the smarter ones silently slipped through the door to the lobby before things had a chance to really get ugly.

" . . .That's it! I'm leaving, Bulma! You can take a bus home for all I care!!"

"Then I guess there's something Goku can do that you can't," his mate smirked as she stared at his retreating back.

That did it. Vejita balled his fists and hunched over, snarling. She had to bring Kakarotto into this, didn't she?!? A few seconds later he straightened, fists still clenched, his eyes murderous and his face set in a determined scowl. Well, if that low-classed moron can do it, then so can I!

"HAHAHA!!!! Speed Racer, eat your heart out!!!!" Vejita roared as he barreled down the wide avenues of downtown Satan City in a powder blue Austin Mini. The test administrator, eyes bulging and mouth gaping, seemed to be swallowed by his seat's thinning upholstery as the Saiyajin stepped on the gas once more.

"What's the matter with you? You don't like the way I drive?" he looked quizzically at the deathly pale man at his shoulder, taking his eyes off the road momentarily as speeding cars parted like water before the careening vehicle.

"Look at the road, look at the road! Oh my God, I'm gonna die!!" the official squealed hysterically. The tiny car powered its way up a small hill and flew quite a distance before gravity finally jolted it back to the pavement. A few seconds later a crowd of well-dressed pedestrians dove frantically for cover as the Mini slalomed into the city's business district.

"Will you shut up?! You're distracting me!" the prince yelled, tired of hearing the man scream.

"RED LIGHT!!!" The car screeched to a halt inches behind the car in front as it docilely stopped at the intersection ahead of them.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!" Vejita bellowed at the cringing instructor. "If you shout like that one more time, I swear you'll never see that stupid DMV again!"

"I might not even if I don't shout," the terrified man muttered to himself. Vejita glared menacingly at the man, then hunched over the steering wheel and stared at traffic light until it turned green.

"So, Vejita, how was it?"

"Fine. I passed," he growled, officially ending his part in the conversation. Bulma smiled sarcastically as she stood up and followed her husband out of the waiting room and into the small lobby beyond.

"I knew you would." She pushed open the double doors and walked out to the parking lot, with Vejita marching sternly at her side. "Let's go home, shall we?"

"How? Hitchhike?" he glared, remembering how Bulma hated it when he flew within city limits. Can't spook the stupid populace, can we? Vejita thought morosely.

Bulma grinned as she reached into her pocket, pulled out a small object and threw it on the ground. When the smoke cleared, a shiny jet-black two-seater convertible was sitting in the middle of the parking space before them.

Vejita lifted an eyebrow at the car, then focused his stare on Bulma. "You little minx. You were holding out on me." He crossed his arms and scowled, but kept snatching glances at the sleek black vehicle in spite of himself. It was a custom job, not that mass-produced factory crap you see on the road every day . . . and knowing her, Bulma had probably designed it herself.

"Hey, just think of it as a reward," she beamed as she walked to the driver's side, with the Saiyajin following grimly in her wake.

Vejita smirked at his darkened reflection in the curve of the car's polished front side panel. "I suppose this will do to get us home," he snorted as he snatched the jingling keys from his mate's outstretched hand and slid into the custom driver's seat. Of course, it fit him perfectly.

"Remember to put on your seat belt, Vejita."

"Shut up, woman. I don't need to listen to you harp over my driving habits." He scowled, slid the key into the ignition, turned it and heard the engine revv as he experimentally stepped on the gas. Vejita let a very small smile touch his lips as he listened to the powerful sound. He had to admit this was an incredible car, though he would have expected as much from Bulma.

He released the parking brake, put the vehicle in reverse, placed his arm around the back of the leather-upholstered passenger seat and turned his head to back out. The car slid out of the narrow parking space easily, and Vejita smirked at his successful maneuver.

These humans made driving a car sound like brain surgery with all their stupid warnings and rules, when all there was to driving was turning a little wheel and pressing a couple of foot pedals. Well, he thought, trust them to blow everything out of proportion . . . "Ready, Bulma?" he smirked.

"Hit it, princie," she smiled. No sooner had she said that then the car suddenly shot forward, vaulted over the speedbumps near the entrance to the parking lot, and literally flew down the main drag towards Capsule Corporation, leaving several gaping eyewitnesses and a seven-car pileup in its wake.

As the couple sped away, the only sound that could be heard over the blaring horns and screeching tires was that of a furious, frenzied, female screech.

"VEJIITAAAA!!!!"