(A/N: Hey all! Welcome To my free for all fic! Where if it's an anime/manga chara, I'll bash the crap out of it! I'll take requests and suggestions from reviewers only and with that said...IT'S SHOWTIME!)

In a darkened studio, a dark figured loomed ominously

"Keh-heh-heh-heh-heh-HAKHAKHAK!"

The figure doubled over, convulsing in a huge coughing fit.

So much for dramatic tension.

"Damn cold." The figure sniffled, wiping it's nose.

"Lady Goumon, we're ready to begin if you are." A stage hand said.

"Alright then." Shinigami Goumon cackled, rubbing her hands together, "Let the fun begin."

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Humans And Demons! Welcome to Know Your Stars: FREE FOR ALL!"

The mobs in the stands erupted in deafening cheers.

"I'm your host! Shinigami Goumon! AKA, The Disembodied Voice!" she cried from behind the one way glass ofthe booth, "The first victim for our little wooden stool is…SON GOKU! COME ON DOWN!"

The pumped up Saiyan dashed down, people patting him on the back as he foolishly grinned, having no idea what was in store.

He situated himself on the stool and a fanfare of spotlights began to circle on and around him.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Son Goku…he went behind Chichi's back and slept with Bulma!"

"WHAT?" Goku cried as his enraged wife and Vegeta fought their way through the crowds to get to him, "Ch-CHICHI! VEGETA! THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

"BASTARD!" Chichi screamed bashing him over the head with a frying pan, "How dare you do this to me?"

"This time you DIE!" Vegeta roared, "NOBODY touches my wife!"

"HEY! No destroying the studio!"

A hidden catapult beneath the pair sent them flying head first through the roof.

"Now then…Son Goku…his favorite pastime is getting French manicures!"

"Muh-manicure?" Goku stammered in a not so innocent way, hiding his perfect, non chipped nails behind his back, "Wh-what's that?"

"You're a horrible liar, Goku! Heh!"

"So I take care of myself! Big whoop!" Son Goku huffed, "It's nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Hey Goku? Want I should introduce you t' Ryan Seacrest?"

"Ooo! Ryan Seacres-HEY!" Son Goku yelled.

"Heh heh heh! Son Goku…he's in the closet!"

"No I'm not!" Son Goku shouted, preparing to power up.

"Yes you are."

Before the monkey man quite knew what was happening, a closet had appeared around him.

It was very dark.

And cramped.

And he wasn't alone.

"Ooo! You're quite the looker, arentcha?" a voice said seductively, "I can't wait to see what color YOUR blood is!"

"GLAAAAAAAUGH!" Son Goku screamed, breaking out of the closet in his attempt to flee a sex starved Jakotsu.

"You can run, but you can't hide, sexy!" Jakotsu snickered, chasing after him, Jakotsutou drawn.

"Pffft! Hee hee! Son Goku…he's on the lamb from his ex-lover, Jakotsu!"

"You mean future!" Jakotsu called, chasing Goku round and around the stool.

"Not even in your DREAMS!" Son Goku yelled.

"Son Goku…He and his ex are about to get back together and go on a lonnnnng trip, courtesy the stool!"

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

The stool suddenly rose up and catapulted both of them headfirst through the ceiling.

"Now you know...Son Goku."

As the debris rained down, everyone's thoughts were the same.

Who would be martyred next?

Shinigami Goumon's eyes scanned the audience.

So many worthy candidates.

All ripes for the picking.

So pure, so innocent.

So in need of having their brittle psyche's crushed to powder.

But which one...

Which one...

AH-HAAA!

"Our lovely stool's nexttarget will be…HOUOJI FUU! COME ON DOWN!"

The Legendary Magic Knight of Wind stumbled blushing to the stool.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Houoji Fuu…she bought her sword off of e-Bay!"

"Mm?" Fuu said mildly, "I'm afraid you are mistaken. My sword was made for me by Prese-"

"Hey, Fuu...I never knew that thing could be used as a back scratcher!"

Fuu's face turned bright red.

"Houoji Fuu…she once swallowed an entire chess set!"

"I most certainly did NOT!" Fuu cried out crossly, "I only swallowed two of the pawns…but that was only because Mokona knocked them into my ice cream!"

"Yeah, yeah…sure thing."

"It's the truth!" Fuu cried out huffily.

"Uh-huh. I'm soooo sure."

"Houoji Fuu…she's in love with a sock puppet!"

"Wh-what?" Fuu cried, obviously taken aback, "I beg your pardon?"

"What? Ya pass gas, Wind Girl?"

"N-no!" Fuu cried indignantly, going red out of anger, "I have not, nor will I ever, be in love with a Sock puppet!"

From the Audience, something grey and obviously made of cotton fibers, buttons and magic markers popped it's head up sobbing.

"I thought what we had was special!" it sobbed, storming out of the building.

"AH! Shun! WAIT!" Fuu cried, leaping off of the stool, "IT WAS ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING!"

She tore out of the studio after him...it...whatever.

"Y-YOU T-T-TWO TIMING WH-WH-WH-WHORE!" Ferio shouted after her, sobbing like a little girl into his Tickle-Me-Elmo doll.

Shinigami Goumon spun in her office chair.

This was going far easier than expected!

Who to choose next?

She wanted a challenge.

Someone tough.

Someone who, when their itty, bitty subconscious shattered that it would be heard and felt in China.

Who?

Who?

(A/N: So who will it be? I'm not quite sure yet? Can you guess? R&Rpeeps! I'm out!)