"We're moving to the end America, welcome to our show. We have only four contestants left, and they all know each other surprisingly."

Yamcha turned up his nose, "Yeah, they're family. I'm alone."

Vegeta sneered, "Yes, you are a loner."

"Shut up."

Brian took back control, "Contestants please. Now the reason we aren't eliminating anyone yet is because usually with our final four….

Yamcha cheered, "Yeah sports, woo!"

"Anyway, usually we like to do something special since we're going to be at the end. So we're doing a special show tonight, live in New York City! So, Vegeta, you're up first with your song, 'Keep Rollin'."

Randy smirked as the beat ended, "Nice song. Your song describes you. Good job."

Paula agreed, "I agree, you have the charisma and the perfect qualities of the American Idol."

Vegeta smiled, "Thank you, I have always liked you two judges the best."

Simon folded his hands on the table before him, "Well Vegeta, so it's all come down to this, you, me, and a vote."

Vegeta powered up an attack, "And you'd better make the right choice if you want to live."

Simon nodded, "I do, and I will. You are pure talent, the most ultimate perfection. You're the Idol."

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest, "Thank you, I couldn't have said it better myself."

Brian called over, "So Vegeta, are you happy with the responses?"

"You see Brian, both the judges and the fans are smart, they love me. They love me more than I love myself and I love myself more than anyone or anything in the world."

Trunks and Bulma growled, "Ahem?"

"Oh yes, and I love destroying Kakerot too."

"Ahem!"

"Ok, alright, you know I was just playing. I love you two too."

Everyone was shocked, "My gosh, Vegeta just told somebody that he loved them!"

Vegeta started shaking a fist at everyone, "And you'd better not ever tell anyone about it, or you're dead meat to me!"

Brian sighed, "Such words of sentiment and wisdom, from Vegeta. Who wouldn't want Vegeta to win?"

Vegeta turns to Simon, "Which will be a smart choice, if you want to live."

Brian spoke back up, "Thank you Vegeta. Our next contestant is his son Trunks."

Trunks wore a big grin, "'I'm A Believer', that I am the American Idol."

Paula starts talking sweetly once he finished singing his song, "Trunks, you look so cute up there."

Trunks was a little nervous, "Uh…."

"America could just eat you up!"

Trunks was confused, "Um, mom?"

Randy cut Paula off, "I have high hopes for you son, you could win this, you could be the American Idol."

Simon spoke up, "You see I disagree, I believe Vegeta will be the American Idol."

Randy and Paula turned to him, "Trunks."

"Vegeta."

"Trunks."

"Vegeta."

Five minutes after the commercial break later, Vegeta could take no more, "Just shut up and continue the contest, my wife Bulma is next."

Brian was confused, "That's my job, but thank you Vegeta. Bulma will be singing. 'Story of A Girl'."

Paula giggled as the music stopped, "Once again you amaze me Bulma, you are a very talented woman."

Randy agreed, "You are a very talented person Bulma, this contest will be hard for America."

Simon rubbed his chin, "You know, I should've known you were Vegeta's husband, the talent is resembling."

Vegeta nodded, "Nice comment Cowell."

"Thank you."

"That was not a compliment to you."

"Oh ok, sorry."

Brian was getting upset, "Yamcha, get on the stage and sing so we can just end this. I have ballet tickets."

Yamcha ignored the ballet comment, "Smart, you save the best for last."

Vegeta shook his head, "No, no, no. The best is the first."

"No, the first is the worst, idiot."

"Hey! Is name calling aloud?"

Brian covered his mic, "No it's not."

Vegeta pouted, "Damn."

Yamcha put his hand on his chin, "Tattletale."

Brian comes back from talking to a stage hand, "I've just been informed that as we are live on Fox, name calling is now aloud. Alright Yamcha, you're up."

Yamcha raised a fist into the air, "Yeah, now it's time to stick it to Simon!"

Vegeta perked up, "Stick it to Simon? Ah, so you don't like him either?"

Yamcha turned, "Yeah, something we have in common I guess. Well you know, other than doing Bulma."

"Ahem…?" Bulma looked around nervously.

Vegeta chose to ignore that, "Hmm, perhaps we can get along after all." He extends his hand towards Yamcha and they shake hands. "Now go get him!" Everyone is confused.

Yamcha nodded, "Alright! Get ready Simon, 'Everything You Say To Me' is crap!"

Brian read a note card, "Hey, watch the name calling Yamcha, remember?"

"But wait, you said…"

"Sorry, I just got mail from Rupert Murdock, says this is a family show on network television so no name calling is aloud."

Vegeta jumped up and shook a fist at the monitor, "I'll get you for this, so help me you will pay dearly with the lives of your loved ones!"

Bulma began to think, "Does he even have a wife and kids?"

"That show was not shown on Fox, please refrain…" Brian cut in.

"Alright fine, your goldfish then Murdock." Vegeta grabbed the camera.

Brian sighed, "Just get on with the song…"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Alright everyone, time for me to sing."

Randy clapped once 'Everything You Say To Me' finished, "Yes, yes! It's so good to hear a song used against Simon!"

Yamcha and Vegeta smiled, "It is, isn't it?"

Paula nodded, "You sang that song great Yamcha, and you used it against Simon too. A perfect combo."

Yamcha and Vegeta smirked, "Agreed."

Simon sighed and shook his head, giving up, "Yamcha, I don't know what America wants, but if they want you, I don't care anymore."

"That's the way we feel about you." Yamcha and Vegeta slap high fives.

Trunks turns to Bulma, "First they hate each other, now they work together?"

"Yes son I know, it is confusing."

Brian came over to Yamcha, "Yamcha, you've been singing great songs so far, do you have confidence in yourself?"

Yamcha thought, "I do, and now with Vegeta on my side, Simon will feel our wrath."

Vegeta raised his hands into the air, "Testify!"

Trunks once again looks to Bulma, "Mom, I'm scared."

Bulma hugged him, "I know, I am too… But don't worry, it'll all be over soon."

Brian turned to the camera, "They're right, the elimination round is tomorrow. Who will stay, who will leave, who will be the American Idol? Find out on our next show."