Last time:

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

"Aaand cut."

Jerry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. He made his way backstage to talk to the stage director and to read through the final thought that they had come up with backstage. 'They're a bunch of geniuses if they've come up with one to suit this bunch of rejects.'

The crowd began to mutter amongst themselves and the guests on stage soon followed suit.

"You see that woman?"

"See what Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"I could have practically every woman in this audience! You had better not cheat on me with anyone else or I may just have to find myself a new playmate."

"Oh pa-lease Vegeta! Two women! Count them! Two! And that other one up there hates you! But I could have any man I wanted from this audience."

"Dream on woman, no one wants your skanky ass."

"After the show I put on, (which-you-interrupted-remind-me-to-'thank'-you-for-that-later), I could have any guy here like that!" She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

"Uh-huh. Sure woman."

"Hey look, Chi's back."

Sure enough Chi Chi was being led back onstage and to her seat. Goku cringed a little as she shot him a look but she made no move to resume her attack…'Just yet anyways.' She thought to herself.

Jerry walked out and sat in his final thought chair ready to begin. The cameraman counted him in silently and Jerry began to read the final thought of the show from the prompter.

"Ya know, sometimes it's difficult to confront the ones we love with a secret that we have been hiding from them. It may not be a secret as drastic as any of the ones from today's show, but no matter how insignificant it may seem we need to air out these secrets before they fester into something far worse. But when a secret is revealed to us then we all must be as understanding and open-minded as possible-no matter how hard it may be. Because we have to appreciate how difficult it must have been for the other person to be honest with us."

Vegeta scoffed from on stage and Bulma quickly shushed him.

"We have to learn to be more aware of the things around us and the things that are affecting the people around us. We must look out for our loved ones and catch them before they slip into a depression or are pushed into a cheating situation. We have to-"

"-Ignore all the bullshit you're spouting and go home because you have a threesome waiting for you." Vegeta said standing up on stage.

(The crowd gasp at him for daring to interrupt Jerry's final thought.)

"Come on ladies, I've had enough of this crap for one day." He said offering a hand to both Chi Chi and Bulma.

Reluctantly they accepted and the three began to walk towards the backstage area to leave.

Bulma quickly turned back to Jerry, "I'm sorry. Vegeta doesn't mean to be rude. He's just a very complicated man." She said apologetically.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her. "Wrong." And with that he tugged her backstage and they left the studio through the backdoors.

Flabbergasted and at a loss for words Jerry gaped after them. Along with Trunks, Goten, Goku and the rest of the audience.

"Uh, I guess that's the end of the show. Take care of yourself, and each other. Goodnight."

Author's Notes: Well, sorry the last chapter was a short, anti-climax but I hope that you enjoyed the fic as a whole. I did have a full final thought written out but then I thought; 'Vegeta so wouldn't sit through this.'

A special thanks to my reviewers for their comments and/or questions and please keep the reviews coming so that I can continue to improve my writing from your feedback.

Vegeta "Yeah, you had better keep reviewing 'cause god knows she needs the feedback to improve her terrible writing skills."

Oojo "Thanks, I love you two Veggie."

Vegeta "If you call me 'Veggie' one more time woman I swear I'll-"

Oojo "-I just had a great idea for a fic." Settles down in front of her laptop. "Care to give me anymore 'fuel' for your torture?"

Vegeta motions zipping his lips and crosses his arms in annoyance.

Oojo "Good, that ought to buy me at least a few hours of golden silence. Until next time my loyal readers"