"Hello to America, We are in the Kodak Theater in downtown Hollywood live to bring you American Idol. Now to start the show, here's our panel of judges. Paula Abdul."

"Hello Brian, always a pleasure."

"We both just got here Paula, we haven't had, the pleasure. Next, Randy Jackson."

"Hey Brian, what's up?"

"Well, one thing is, the hatred of this man, Simon Cowell."

"Oh please, you love me and you know it."

Vegeta growled, "Yeah I love you alright, love to get my hands on you and wring your neck!"

Simon is trying not to look afraid, "Uh, um, ok. Thank you Vegeta."

Brian takes the show back on track, "Alright, now that we've met our judges, now it's time to bring out our contestants: Yamcha, Bulma, Trunks and Vegeta."

Vegeta smiles, "Ha, ha. D.C. lost!"

"We're one step closer to finding our idol. Are you guys ready to begin?"

The contestants cheer, "Yeah!"

"Then let's get going. Alright, coming up next is Bulma."

Trunks clapped, "Yay, mommy!"

Vegeta rooted, "Knock him dead honey!"

Bulma blushed, "Oh stop."

Vegeta stopped cheering and leered at Simon, "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

Simon looks around nervously, "What, what did I do?"

Vegeta scowled, "That's just a warning."

Trunks laughs to Bulma, "Dad's still funny."

"Bulma will be singing, 'Beautiful Day'."

Paula spoke first after the sond ended, "Interesting that you'd sing a song sung by a guy. You did it good."

Randy agreed, "Yeah, just like before, you made it your own. Nice job."

Simon thought for a moment, "I didn't prefer the song choice, but your voice is nice."

Vegeta gritted his teeth, "Cutting it close there Cowell."

"What, what did I say this time?"

Brian sighed, "Just forget it Simon. Alright Trunks, you're up next. He will sing, 'Wonderful'."

Paula smiled once the song ended, "Trunks, you never cease to amaze me."

"Thanks mam."

Randy agreed, "Your song said what you are, wonderful."

Simon nodded, "You know, I like you because you're young, for you the sky is the limit with your area to grow and become more talented. You may loose here but win in the future."

Vegeta cleared his throat, "I'm warning you Cowell."

Simon came back quickly, "Sorry."

Brian spoke up, "Well America, your Idol will be repressing you. But what also is America? Apple pie, hamburgers, TV, baseball? We have one now, none other than the MLB's own, Yamcha."

Yamcha winked, "I always love to perform, that's why I'm singing, 'Adrenaline'."

Paula clapped as the music died down, "You know, I'm really glad America voted you on Yamcha, you made that your own."

Randy nodded, "I agree, I actually think you made that song better. You sang very well, we both agree."

Yamcha smirked arrogantly, "Oh please, stop, you're making my ego swell."

Vegeta stood up, having enough, "Oh that's it." Yamcha turns. "You claim to be a baseball all-star, we'll I've heard of very few 'players' who have more home runs on the field than they do in the bedroom! IF, you know what I mean."

Everyone went, " Oohh!"

"I'll bet you've never even gotten a walk in the game of love, have you Yamcha? You only dream of getting to second base when you can't even score a base hit! You just plain strike out with the ladies!"

Yamcha is lost for a comeback, "Oh yea, well... huh!"

Brian shook his head, "Oohh, bad one Yamcha."

Vegeta stood proudly, "Strike three Yamcha, you're out!"

Simon sighed, "You know, for once I actually agree with Vegeta without being force too. You're too arrogant with yourself Yamcha. While Americans are like that, I don't think they want their Idol to be." The fans start booing. "What, it's the truth?"

Yamcha growled, "Hey, nobody insults America! We're the greatest country in the world and frankly I think that you are jealous! Yeah, jealous that you only came to see what the US was all about after you'd been brainwashed by your snooty British economy!" The fans start cheering.

Simon rolled his eyes, "Please, do you even know the capital of Belgium?"

Yamcha is smiling, thinking he knows the answer, "Waffle!" Simon rubs his temples, and everyone cheers.

Brian lifts the microphone back to his mouth, "Ok, while this is all going on," Yamcha and Simon's voices drown him out. "…if you can get a word into this conversation. Well, to put an end to this quarrel, get ready for Vegeta, up next."

Vegeta stood up, "I will teach you all a lesson in singing! I am your, 'Hero'!"

Paula smiled, "Wow, I must agree with you. With that voice, you are a hero."

Randy nodded in agreement, "Such talent and charisma, you're a great performer."

Vegeta smirked, "Why thank you. You've always been my favorite judges."

Randy and Paula beam and blush, "Thank you Vegeta."

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat, "Uh, nice job Vegeta, you chose a good song to sing and your voice was, um, nice."

"Whatever."

Trunks called from the side of the stage, "Come on dad, show him what you've got!"

Bulma grabbed his arm, "Son, no please, don't encourage him."

Trunks just sighed, slumping his shoulders, "Aw..."