"Hello everyone, welcome to our elimination show. Now we'll announce who moves onto the next round. But lets ask the judges who they predict will be voted off."
Randy thought, "I think Yamcha, D.C. and Bulma."
Paula spoke up, "I say Trunks, D.C. and Yamcha."
Simon was nervous, "I'd have to pick anyone but Vegeta because he's the best and will win."
Vegeta cleared his throat, "Ahem?"
Simon gulped, "What, but you are."
Vegeta was getting annoyed, "Ahem…?"
"Oh ok, and Trunks too."
Vegeta's even more angry, "Ahem!"
"Bulma too?"
Vegeta began powering up in anger, "Ahem."
"Fine, and Bulma!"
Vegeta smiled proudly in triumph, "Much better."
Brian was still a little confused, "Well America, we have the winners. And the bottom three are…"
Vegeta cut in, "D.C."
Now D.C. was annoyed, "Hey."
Brian was starting to get a little ticked, "As I was saying! And the three in the bottom are D.C., Josh and Yamcha, I'm sorry. Who is safe? I have the answer right here and it's..."
Vegeta muttered to himself, "It better not be D.C."
"Yamcha, you're safe."
Yamcha cheered, "Yes!"
D.C.: roared, "No!"
"Yes!" Vegeta stops cheering, looks around and sits down slowly. "Ah, I mean, good." He turns to D.C. "Sorry, pal, I just guess you're a looser after all. Now maybe we can all sing you a farewell song… nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, way hey eh, good bye!" D.C. is dragged off stage in an angry rage as Vegeta once again stands tall in victory.