"Hello America! Well it's that time again folks. That's right, a new season of America Idol has started and we are desperatelt seraching for that new, fresh talent. We will find it in New York City (a/n I know that they don't live in NYC but just go with me here!) First up Garth"

"Hi, my name's Garth and came here all the way from Minnesota. I am the next American Idol because I can sing good and I am damn sexy!"

Simon: So your name is Garth is it? Well what are you going to sing for us today?

Garth: I'm gonna sing Long Black Train from Josh Turner

Simon: What the Hell is that?

Paula: It's called a country song Simon. Please continue Garth.

There's a long black train rolling down the line

Feeding off the souls that are lost..

Simon: (holding up his hand) Thank you Garth. I've think we've heard enough. Randy?

Randy: You know, no way dude. No way. That was just bad.

Paula: I'm sorry Garth. Maybe you should try something else; singing just isn't your thing.

Simon: Absolutely not. You sounded like a bull that was dying. No, no, no.

Garth: (to Ryan) They don't know what good talent is. I've been told all my life that I's a good sanger! They can all kiss my...

(2 hours have elapsed) "Well we are still here in NYC and we haven't sent anybody to Hollywood yet. Has the most talented city in the world run out of talent. Or will Trunks Brief prove to be what we're looking for?"

Paula: Hello, Trunks? Odd name; so what do you think you have what it takes to be the next American Idol?

Trunks: Uh, yeah or I wouldn't be here. I've been singing my whole life, just don't tell my dad that.

Randy: Dude, I love the purple hair! This is gonna be good I can tell, don't you think so Simon? (Simon snorts into his Coke) Anytime you're ready dog.

Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand

Don't want to think about it
Don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way

What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

Randy: Dog, that was hot man! And the way you danced around there; you've definitely got some moves. Absolutely yes!

Paula: You were so, sexy, doing your thing. I definitely think that you could go far in this competition. Your voice is so natural and your looks help tremendously. Yes.

Simon: As much as hate to admit it they are right. That was very good Trunks. Look forward to seeing you in Hollywood.

Trunks: (jumping higher than a normal teenager should) YES! I knew it; suck it Dad! SUCK IT! (abruptly shuts up when Vegeta shows up)

Vegeta: See you got what we wanted. Can we go now?

Trunks: But you're bet with Mom? She bet that you wouldn't try out; that you would chicken out?

Vegeta: (at this point fuming) Out of my way brat! I will not lose a bet to that woman! (bursts into audtion room)

Simon: (shaken up by Vegeta's unorthodox entrance) And you are...?

Vegeta: Vegeta, Trunks' father.

All three tense up, after all Trunks had said not to tell his dad anything.

Vegeta: Well, how does this audition thing work?

Randy: Is that your natural hair?

Vegeta: Yes, now shut up or I'll blast you all.

Paula: OK Mr. Vegeta. All you do is sing a little bit of a song and we will decide if you go to Hollywood or not with your son.

Vegeta: That's it? Alright then.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she show me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

'Welcome to the Hotel California'
'Such a lovely place' (such a lovely place)
'Such a lovely face'
'There's plenty of room at the Hotel California'
'Any time of year' (any time of year)
'You can find it here'

Randy, Paula, and Simon are staring in disbelief.

Simon: Vegeta, that was the best version of that song I've ever heard. You're even more of a natural than you son.

Vegeta: (fighting a smile because he was secretly proud of himself) Really? You're joking right? I've never sung before in my life. That was the first song that came into my head.

Randy: There's no way you've never sung before.! Dog, that was hot man! Off the charts! You will definitely win this competition dude. YES, YES, YES!

Paula: I don't know what to say, wow. Welcome to Hollywood!

Vegeta storms out, as is customary for him.

Trunks: You made it! No way! You've never sang before in your life. Damn...

Vegeta: Shut up boy. Let's go home; I'm starving!

"Well there you have it folks. A son that is overjoyed to be going to Hollywood and his equally, if not more talented father. But he doesn't seem so happy about it. Oh well, tune in tomorrow for the auditions from Los Angeles. This is truly going to be the best American Idol yet. Seacrest out!"