Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, Akira Toriyama does! That tramp! He said I was the only one for him!

-----Cell: Master of Insanity-----

Cell waited patiently for Son Gohan to exit his house. Oh how he had longed for this day. Now he could finally get his revenge on the pesky Saiyan.

Excellent! The android thought He's coming out. TIME TO STRIKE!

"Golly gee, Nimbus!" Gohan whistled "It sure is a nice day!"

"HAHA!" Cell leapt out from the bushes. "Now It is time for my revenge!"

"Oh no!" Gohan gasped, instead of doing something useful like killing Cell. He's quite the rebel, wouldn't you say?

"Yes… Right now. I will carry out my plan!"

"Well do it then."

"I can't" The android looked down at twiddled his thumbs.

"Why not?"

"I just remembered I have no actual plan yet"

"Well it seems to me like you should go and think of a plan to kill me"

"Yeah. Sounds good!" The android smiled before flying off. "Off I go!"

"What a nice man" Gohan grinned.

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Cooler nervously took the take marker into his hands. "Uh.. L-Life is a robot. Scene 23, take 3. And… Action!" The alien snapped the marker down. "OH GOD! IT TOOK MY HAND OFF!"

"Y helo thar buttseck—I mean, Dodoria" Zarbon said.

"Yes, it is a rather nice day!" The alien shortly replied.

"I think you have the wrong page."

"I do? Oh blast it! Okay. Let's try again."

"Why hello there, good sir! How are you?" Zarbon bowed

"OH. MY. GOD! Zarbon! Why didn't you tell me that you were going out with this hussy!" Dodoria screamed and pointed.

"Hey!" Vegeta snapped "Stop pointing at me!"

"Wrong page again, Dodoria."

"That does it. I'm going to the Hell picnic. Screw this!" The pink creature threw his script up into the air and walked off.

"CUT!" Frieza screamed out. "Father! Replace Dodoria's spot"

"Why of course." King Cold walked onto the stage, swirling his wine-glass.

"Lord Frieza. You do know that Zarbon is a alcoholic, right?" A random henchman tried to explain.

"I think I would know if Zarbon was a woman." Frieza flicked his hand into the air, dismissing the henchman's claims. "Anyway. Continue the scene!"

"Why hello there, good sir!" Zarbon bowed. " How ar----ALCOHOL!"

"Get back!" King Cold screamed. "Get b—ARGH! He's biting my brain!"

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"You know what?" Yamcha spoke out to no one in particular.

"No." Puar responded. "What?"

"With all these Saiyans around. I haven't gotten any decent fight scenes in ages. Now it's Yamcha's time to shine!"

"And why is that?"

"With my mighty, filler baseball bat. I could take this world on!"

"Don't you remember what happened last time?"

"Yes."

"Oh…"

"Yup, I sure remember. No need for a flashback or anything!"

"Well..." Puar yawned. "Now what do we do? This scene has nothing anymore"

"Wanna go measure peoples power-levels? I'm quite good at that now. In fact! I know who the strongest person is. Well, strongest human that is. I used it at the Budokai, remember?"

"That hasn't happened yet."

"It hasn't?"

"Nope!"

"Oh dang it! Wanna go on a drinking binge?"

"You already are drunk."

"Lies! Hateful, hateful lies!"

"What do I look like then."

"A flying blue cat."

"You think I look like that?!"

"What do you look like then?"

"Well…."

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"So, this picnic thing you speak of" Vegeta walked along side the Bloody Pond with Dodoria. "There is food. And games?"

"Oh yes. So many games!" Dodoria belly-laughed. "Like the sack-race. If you had a good enough plan. I'm sure that you'd win."

"Really now?" Vegeta stroked his chin. "Most interesting. Then I'd show Kakarot who the true Saiyan is!"

"Don't you mean trooooo?"

"Oh shut up!"

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West City hospital was like a madhouse. Well, not really. The madhouse was next door. And it was quite different from a hospital, let me tell you! Anyway, Videl raced down the hallway of the third floor and barged into a room. There lied Sharpener, hooked up to all sorts of bizarre machines. He even had a dancing clown in his room. Videl always liked clowns. She also enjoyed going horrendously off-topic for the sake of explaining what certain environments looked like, and how she felt about them.

"Oh Sharpener!" The girl cried. "I came as soon as I could! What happened!?"

"I have Syphilis… And my Duodenum exploded."

"Sounds horrible!"

"I don't know. Besides the mind-numbing pain, which haunts me every single second of the day, which at night manifests itself horrible nightmares that make my brain bleed just by remotely mentioning them and the fact that I'm going to die. It's not that bad"

"Is their anything I can get you?" Videl asked. "Perhaps a pencil?"

"Oh, ha-ha! Very funny."

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"I will win this race!" Vegeta screamed. "You won't get the better of me, sack! I have prepared my entire life too defeat you, you third class piece of holding device! I am the true Super Saiyan of legend!"

"I don't think it's trying to say otherwise." Jeice mumbled.

"Oh, that's what it wants you to think! But I know better, Juice!"

"Jeice…"

"No one cares. Anyway, I've seen this thing training. It's already learnt how to fly, we all saw it!"

"It was windy that day!"

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!" Vegeta chuckled. "My poor, stupid Australian stereotype friend. You're an idiot!"

"Crikey!"

"This bag is obviously evil! I'm the only one who the mental power to see it!"

"Struth, mate!"

"Stop that."

"Sorry…"

"But I will win this sack-race. Just you wait!"

"Uh. Vegeta?" Burter walked up to the Saiyan. "You do realize you'll be racing in the sack, not against it, right?"

"WHAT?! I have to work with my rival? Has this world gone mad!"

"Yes, many times if I recall."

"Shut up, you!"