Author's Notes: Thanks to all of those who have posted a question and/or a review! And my apologies if you've posted a question the same night I've written this chapter. As you know, it can take up to 24 hours for a review to appear and I may have missed it by accident.

Last time:

"Well then it looks as if all of these issues have been settled and all of the secrets between families and family members have finally been aired. In our final segment, after the break, we shall be taking questions from the audience. Don't go away."

The cameraman cut there and started setting up for audience shots whilst Jerry wiped his brow and sighed. 'God these people are fucked up…especially that Vegeta guy. What a temper problem.'

The audience muttered amongst themselves whilst all of the guests from backstage were brought back and re-seated. Soon enough the stage director was counting down the seconds for Jerry.

"And five, four, three…"

"Hello and welcome back to the show, let's get right on with questions from the audience for today's guests."

He looks around at the crowd members with their hands eagerly thrust up into the air and spots a sly, evil looking young lady sitting near the back. He quickly trots over to her and holds the microphone up to her smirking face.

"Uh, yeah. I have a few questions for the Veggie-Weggie-Butt-Head."

Vegeta audibly groans on stage. "Don't you have a hobby woman? We all know your just bitter and frustrated because you want me but cant have me."

"WHAT? Why I ought to-"

"Wait, you two know each other?" Jerry interrupted.

"Well kinda. He is the victim of my next evil plot after all." She shrugged.

Jerry looked more then a little perplexed so Vegeta 'kindly' clued him in. "She's SnowyFoxx, a.k.a ErraticVixen. She keeps on acting like she hates me-which is quite impossible for one of the female gender-and is playing this 'hard to get' thing with me cause she wants me so bad." He crossed his arms and smirked evilly at her.

"…Are you done dabbling in your little fantasy world now Veggie-head? I'd like to get on with my questions." She asked in a bored tone but wisely continued talking so as not to give him the chance to give another rude comeback. "My first question; why haven't I killed you yet?"

"Because you cant, you weakling."

(The crowd ooh's)

She mutters something under her breath but a few 'colourful' words drift loud enough over the microphone to be heard. "Another one for you Vegeta; are you really that pathetic?

(The crowd ooh again)

"ME PATHETIC? What about you? You're a crazy woman that needs to be locked away or better yet…eliminated." He got up from his seat cracking his knuckles and started to walk into the crowd towards her.

In his still topless state a few of the ladies he passed were having trouble keeping their hands to themselves, Goku took advantage of Vegeta's distraction and pulled him back on stage before he could get any closer to SnowyFoxx.

"Kakarot! For the last damn time-get off of me! I'm gonna kill that little psycho bitch!" he yelled, not taking his eyes off of her.

She waved tauntingly at him whilst Goku flung him back into his seat.

"Don't think this is over!" he growled at her.

"We'll see Veggie, we'll see. Anyways, I have one more question but this one is for Oojo; I wanna know all the 200 some odd things that you can do to Vegeta."

Oojo stands up from one of the front rows in the audience and smiles up at her. "Well, I just happened to bring my list with me." She smiles and pulls out a large sheet of paper with a long list of things written on it. "Oh, I did have this one idea where I was gonna have Goku join Vegeta's threesome and then I had this other one where Vegeta and Goku got together out of spite against their wives' affair and then I had this other idea wher-"

"ENOUGH! And what are you doing here anyways?" Vegeta interrupted.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? This is my fic I can be wherever I want to."

"Hell no you cant, this is my fic! I'm the star! I'm the one everyone came to see…. er, read."

"Oh yeah? Well we'll just see about that the next time I decide to write a fic then huh? Maybe I'll do one starring Goku!"

"Fine, do one about Kakarot. No one will read a cutesy little story about that goody-goody, bottomless-pitted moron!"

"They will if Goku steals Bulma from you in the fic!"

"WHAT? WHY YOU LITTLE BI-"

"WOAH WOAH! Ok guys settle down now, you can sort this out when you two get home but for now lets get on with the questions from the audience, ok?"

Neither of them answered Jerry and sat back down in their seats glaring daggers at each other.

Jerry spotted another young lady from the audience that seemed to have something promising to say. "Uh, yes. You young lady, what's your question.?"

"Um, hi. Well my name is sexy-anime-goddess and I just wanted to ask Vegeta a question; Forget Bulma Veggie, will you have my baby?"

(The crowd whoops and whistles)

Vegeta broke out of his glaring contest with Oojo abruptly and looked over at sexy-anime-goddess in surprise. 'I can't have heard what I thought I did.'

"I wasn't paying attention human, repeat your question."

"Forget Bulma, will you have my baby?" she repeated coyly.

"HEY! He's my husband and my man! You can't have him!" Bulma yelled.

"Well technically Bulma, in these fics I actually consider him as my property." Oojo said casually from her seat.

"Shut up bitch, yo-" Vegeta slapped a hand over Bulma's mouth before she could say anymore.

"I believe I can answer for myself, thank you ladies And Bulma, I'd appreciate it if you didn't piss off the Oojo, I do a good enough job of it myself, I really don't need your help in giving her the fuel to torture me in these fics!"

He cleared his throat and turned back to sexy-anime-goddess. "Well, to be perfectly honest two brats are more then enough but I don't have any objections to forgetting about this woman." He said gesturing over to Bulma who was still struggling to get his hand off of her mouth.

"GREAT! Well in that case I have a question for you Vegeta." Said a lady standing up from a seat beside sexy-anime-goddess. Jerry moved over a little bit and held the microphone up for her.

Vegeta shifted his intense gaze from sexy-anime-goddess to this new woman, making her just a little nervous under his powerful glare.

"Well, uh. My name is Jennifer and whilst we're on the subject of forgetting Bulma; can I be your mate? You're so hot and I'd love to be with you."

(The crowd start whistling and catcalling again.)

Vegeta smirked broadly at the two women as his ego tripled and let his voice slip into his sultry tone...you know the one. "Well ladies, there's plenty of me to go around. I'm sure that-"

"-Sure that you can back off you little hoes! He's mine!" Bulma interrupted, finally prying Vegeta's hand away from her mouth.

"Bulma, if it's ok for you to have 'just sex' with Chi Chi then I don't see what's wrong with me having my own little fun with these willing women."

"Well…it's because…its just…damnit, you just cant and that's final!"

"…Shut up woman. I'll do what I want." And with that he slapped his hand back over her mouth.

"Uh, before we carry on, if there are any other people here who want to ask if they can get with Vegeta or have his children could you please lower you hands?" asked Jerry.

Groaning, the majority of the people with their hands up reluctantly lowered them and Jerry made his way over to the next audience member for a question.

"Hi, I'm Sapphire Android and I have two questions. One's directed to anyone in general whom can answer it, um…how come Goku's such a brainless baka?"

Chi Chi made an indignant noise from her seat. "My Goku is not a brainless baka."

"Aww, thanks Chi." Goku said casting a loving glance at his wife.

Vegeta scoffed at the couple. "Kakarot is such a brainless baka because he's a third-class loser with a quarter of the mental capacity of Nappa and the sentimentality of a 3 year old human."

"Vegeta that's not very nice." Goku pouted from his seat.

"No, it's not." He answered back.

"And my second question is for Vegeta; how the hell can you wanna screw Chi Chi? I'm gonna puke!"

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU LOOK NO BETTER YOURSELF YOU LITTL-" Vegeta slapped his other hand over Chi Chi's mouth to muffle her screaming.

"The question was directed towards me, can you two settle down now?" Bulma and Chi Chi nodded and Vegeta lifted his hands away. "Well to answer your question; I suppose that she's ok to screw…if you shut out the sound of her voice…and not look at her face too much…and if you squint your eyes she kinda looks ok…from a distance…hell she has a body-what more do you want for a cheap screw?"

"Cheap? CHEAP? YOU SHORTASS LITTE TROLL WANNABE! YOU'RE NOT A PRIZE PIG YOURSELF YA KNOW!"

"Oh yeah? I have a few women up there who seem to think otherwise." He said gesturing up towards Jennifer and sexy-anime-goddess.

"THEY DON'T COUNT! They're probably delusional…or insane…or both! And how dare you have the nerve to imply that I'm ugly! Goku what do you have to say about this?"

Caught off guard Goku began stuttering for an answer. "Well, uh…heh. Don't pay Vegeta any mind honey you know how he's like. Just calm down."

"Calm down? This little twerp just called me, your wife, ugly and cheap and all you can do is sit there in your own little world and tell me to CALM DOWN?"

"Well, uh…yeah?"

Infuriated she pounced from her seat onto him, knocking over his seat and spilling them both to the floor.

(The crowd start chanting 'Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.')

"OW! Chi please! Ouch! Honey please stop!" Goku cried with his hands up in surrender as his wife sat atop him and pummelled him into the floor.

Vegeta laughed heartily at the scene as the other security guards pulled Chi Chi off of Goku and carried her kicking and screaming backstage.

Goku breathed a sigh of relief as his wife disappeared from view and turned to face Vegeta from his place on the floor.

"To think! The great Kakarot!" Chuckle. "-The Super Saiyan, the golden-hearted saviour of the universe, defeated!" Chuckle. "And by his scrawny, shrew of a mate! We should have called her to the battlegrounds when we were facing the androids and Cell! Or maybe even had her take care of Majin Buu for us!" Vegeta mocked between laughs.

Nursing his sore head, Goku ignored Vegeta and sat back down in his seat.

"Um, I have a question."

Everyone turned their attention to the audience member speaking. "Well, my name's Goat and I just wanted to ask this question to anyone on stage whom can answer it…What is the meaning of life?"

(The crowd, the guests and Jerry do an anime flop…but not Vegeta, he's too cool for that…of course.)

After they all recovered the all gave Goat a 'sweatdrop' and a look.

"Hey, it's a question." He shrugged.

Shaking his head Jerry turned to the camera. "We'll be right back after this with my final thought."

Author's Notes: If I've included a penname in there as an audience member please note that the questions they asked were theirs but I'm the one who wrote their speech and responses to fit them into the fic so if they have said/done anything that is in anyway offensive then it is entirely my fault not theirs. Please don't take it too seriously, it's all meant in good fun

Vegeta "Uh, Oojo."

Oojo "Yes m'dear Veggikins?"

Vegeta "You weren't serious about writing a fic about Kakarot stealing Bulma from me…were you?"

Oojo "No of course not."

Vegeta "Really?"

Oojo "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool idea and all but I just couldn't write it."

Vegeta "Why?"

Oojo "Because I'm dedicated to writing fics only about my favourite character."

Vegeta "…who's that?"

Oojo rolls her eyes at him "You, my silly little Saiyan."

Vegeta "Oh, well…of course! I didn't really believe that you could love another character more then I." Smirks

In a sarcastic tone "Oh well, with an attitude like that how could I love any other character more then you?"

Vegeta "Exactly."

Oojo sighs