The lights in the Kodak Theater of Hollywood turned on as the crowd roared, the show was starting. Brian Seacrest entered stage right with a microphone, "Good evening and welcome to American Idol. Before I begin, allow me to introduce our judges. The ever popular, ever beautiful, Paula Abdul."

Paula Abdul smiled as the crowd cheered, "Hello Brian, how are you?"

"I'm fine now that we're together. Next up is the ever popular, ever handsome, Randy Jackson."

Randy Jackson nodded as the fans roared once more, "I'll take that handsome bit as a compliment?"

"Don't worry, it was. And finally the ever… Simon Cowell."

The crowed booed the hell, Simon Cowell, "Brian, you're looking worse off than usual."

"Well, I can't complain, you can though. Now that we've met our infamous judges, let's bring out the remaining cast for tonight's show, here they are America, your final eight: Yamcha, Bulma, Trunks, Vegeta, Josh, Ashley, Katie and D.C. Alright folks, it's time to hear a baseball player sing. Let's go Yamcha!"

Yamcha jumped up center stage, "Get ready America, get ready for Yamcha! I'm gonna score a home run song into your ears and a grand slam hit to your heart."

"Yamcha will be singing, 'Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely'."

Paula was the first to speak after the music ended, "I never thought an athlete could sing like that, but you proved me wrong Yamcha."

Yamcha smirked as the crowd cheered, "So I take it that you liked it?"

Randy nodded, "Yeah, it was good, bro. You have a nice voice, it's a little strange hearing such an amazing voice from a tough guy like you. Great job."

"Thanks man."

"Oh dear." Simon rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You see I disagree with them. You're a baseball player, not a singer. I don't know how America will respond to that, but I don't think it's a working mix."

"Yea, that's what you think, but what do you guys think?" Yamcha popped and the crowd cheers loudly.

"Nice job Yamcha." Brian clapped, "So, are you worried at all about Simon's comments?"

"Hey man, this is America, the land of baseball and apple pie. Maybe back in the land of Belgian waffles, singers sound bad and look even worse. But here, in my country, we do things right."

"Indeed we do. Alright folks, we're half way done, but don't worry because coming up next is none other than Bulma."

"Yes, it's time to show Simon what real singing talent is!"

"Alright then, let's hear it for Bulma!" Brian said as the crowd applauded her.

"Hello everyone, my name is Bulma, I hope that I am your American Idol."

"Bulma will be singing, 'Don't Let Me Get Me'."

"I'm speechless, no, I really am!" Paula smiled after the song ended.

Bulma blinked, "So I did good?"

Randy jumped in, "In the words of Paula, fab-u-lus."

Bulma jumped up and down, "Yay, alright!"

Simon took his turn to speak, "You have reason to cheer Bulma, that was a breakout performance. Your look, style and voice all match and I think that your song choice brought out the best in you."

"Thank you Simon."

"Way to go Bulma!" Brian came over to the beaming Bulma. "Now I must agree, that was amazing."

"And it sure was weird to hear a compliment from Simon."

"Yes, that was a rare treat."

Simon frowned, "Don't get used to it either Seacrest."

"Oh, I'm not. Nice work Bulma, you sang well."

"Woohoo, I'm the American Idol!"

"Not if Trunks has something to say, and buddy, you're up next."

Trunks stood up from his seat, "I'm ready. Don't worry mom, I'll try not to go too hard on ya!"

Brian prompted the judges as the music died off, "Alright judges, review the song."

Paula thought for a moment, " was really interesting to hear that song. Which version was it?"

Trunks paused to catch his thoughts, "I don't know, the AFF one, so I guess it's not the original."

"And speaking of originality, you made it your own kid, good job." Randy gave his two cents.

"Thank you sir."

Simon sighed, "Well, it was good for a first start. But with your youth, I can tell that you'll be making better performances and more progress over the weeks to come, if you're not voted off. I hope you make better song choices if you do."

"My friend Krillin told me to sing it…" Trunks frowned, upset with him.

It was Brian's turn to speak again, "Good job Trunks. Up next is none other than Trunks dad, Vegeta."

Vegeta posed, "Ha, I rule."

"Oh shut up."

Vegeta spat with a growl, "I will cream you D.C.!"

"I said shut up!"

Brian sighed, "Vegeta, just introduce yourself already."

"Fine. My name is Vegeta, I'm from Philly, and don't you forget it!"

Bulma turned up her nose, "No you're not….!"

Brian was getting confused now, "Ok… Vegeta will be singing, 'My Way'."

After the singing stopped, Randy was the first to speak this time, "Whoa, now that was emotion. The desire, the adrenaline."

Paula nodded in agreement, "Yeah, the song really fits your personality. Good song choice."

Vegeta folded his arms proudly, "Thanks for the compliments, I don't have to fry you now."

Randy spoke up again, "Both you and your wife preformed well."

Vegeta cut him off, "Hey, hey, let's just keep talking about me."

Simon broke into the conversation, "Very well. That was dreadful."

"WHAT!" Vegeta exploded

"It was absolutely ghastly."

"You will die for that Cowell!" Vegeta opens hands, powering up an attack.

Simon gasps in fear, "Ok, alright! You're perfect, you're the best performer here! You will win and I love you, you are the best!"

Vegeta lowers his hands, "Hmm, much better, except for that 'I love you' part."

Simon got on the floor and bowed quickly, "Sorry, it will never happen again, sir, lord, master."

"Victory!" Vegeta smiles in triumph.

Brian decided to get this back on track, "Ok, come on back Vegeta. Now Vegeta, in fear of getting killed myself, that was very good, the best performance of talent yet."

"Thank you, I will spare your life as well."

"Now as for you and Simon, I speak for everyone when I say, I predict a fight."

Everyone cheered as Vegeta stood tall, "Yeah, woo!"

"If the judges vote for Vegeta,"

Vegeta cut Brian off, "Do or I will hunt you down!"

"Like I was saying, if the judges vote for Vegeta, I have a feeling that a lot of idol fans will be very, very happy. Alright, up next we have Joey, so don't go away."

A/N: For the benefit of the doubt, I doubt you care about the non-DBZ characters. So, for those with the benefit of flash photography, let's just skip to the elimination show.

"Hello everyone, I'm Brian Seacrest and welcome to our show. Who will move onto the next round? The results are in and here is our bottom three: D.C., Katie and Ashley."

Vegeta nodded to himself, "Yes, the audience was smart not to vote me off!"

Brian turned to the monitor, "Alright, but only one of these three will make it back to the safety of the couch and that person is... D.C. I'm sorry Ashley and Katie. Good job though, good job."

D.C. laughed, "Ha, in your face Vegeta, I'm safe too!"

Vegeta powered up, "For now." He prepared to attack.

Brian came to his side, "Ah Vegeta, harming the contestants results in a disqualification."

Vegeta pouted and put it away, "Blast…"

"Well thank you for competing. And we'll see you on our next episode of American Idol. Seacrest, OUT!"