"Hello everyone and welcome to the show. Who will be voted off tonight? First and foremost, our judges. Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson, Simon Cowell."

"Brian, always great to see you."

"What's up dog?"

"Charmed."

Brian turned to each of them, "Good to see you too, how's it going, never a pleasure. Now then, ho do you think will win?"

Simon is nervous, "Uh, I, um…. "

Vegeta and Yamcha stand in unison, "Ahem!"

Simon finally snaps, throwing his hands in the air, giving up, "I'm sorry, I can't do this act anymore. Vegeta, I'm scared to death of you and I fear for my life but you have to come to terms, you aren't the best, I'm sorry. And Yamcha…? You suck!"

Vegeta starts powering up, "Oh that was a poor choice Simon, now you must die!"

Everyone goes wild and stands up, "Oh man, we've got to see this!"

Brian jumps in the middle, "Stop, stop it now, all of you, violence and bad language aren't aloud!"

Yamcha cuts in, "But Brian, it's Fox."

Brian stops and starts thinking, "Yes, but still we can't risk it with Rupert changing his mind on ratings all the time. Vegeta, if you all don't stop you'll all be eliminated."

Vegeta pouts, "Fine."

Brian sighed with relief, "Now, Vegeta mentioned earlier that he had a special song to sing tonight so we're going to let him. Ok, knock him dead Vegeta."

Vegeta looked at the camera monitor, "Oh don't worry, I will."

Paula wore a big grin once he stopped singing Eminem, "I now see why you dedicated it to Simon, you sang the song your own way and used your personality to fit the song style. Great work Vegeta, you really lost yourself and we got lost in you in that preformance."

Randy nodded in agreement, "Yeah I agree, I know Fox doesn't allow bad words, but I think this will be an exception, I only hope the censor got a workout."

Simon frowns, "I hated it, if it was for me, I return it to sender with the feeling mutual. Vegeta, you are the most talent-less, worst singer slash performer, horrible husband and father, ugly and ruthless man alive. You wouldn't be the American Idol if your life depended on it, the fans only like your personality towards me. You can't sing, and in a word, you suck." He breathes in deep and sighs with relief, "Oh man that was a relief, that felt good."

Vegeta goes super, "Simon, you just spoke your last review."

Fans in the crowd and around the world lean in, salivating, "Oh yeah, baby…!"

Yamcha jumps beside him, "No, let's leave him."

Vegeta smirks, "Yes, make him suffer."

Simon's nose is running along with the tears from his eyes, "But haven't I enough already?"

Brian sighed, "Alright, now to reveal the bottom three. Will Vegeta loose out and be voted off tonight? Or will he be our American Idol?"

Vegeta cut in, "Good watching your tongue Seacrest."

Yamcha blinked, "Vegeta, I don't get it, how can he watch his tongue?" He sticks it out as far as he can and tries to look at his own tongue.

Vegeta wears a devious grin, "Here, let me help you." He pulls Yamcha's tongue out of his mouth. "See it now?"

"Ow!" Yamcha screamed and opened his eyes, "Ah, oh yea." Vegeta snaps his tongue back into his mouth. "Ouch…"

Vegeta looks away at his fingernails, "Sorry."

Yamcha just shrugs, "Meh, no hard feelings."

Trunks is still scared, "Mom?"

Bulma sighs and nods, "Yes I know honey, I know."

Brian rubs his hair, "Alright, who will be eliminated? Who will have their idol dream shattered tonight? The bottom three are: Yamcha, Bulma and Trunks. Ok, and the cut ones are... Bulma and Yamcha, I'm sorry."

Vegeta is enraged, "WHAT?"

Brian starts to get afraid, "I'm sorry, it wasn't my doing!"

"That's it, that's the last straw!" Vegeta jumps in front of judges table. "I've had enough of you Simon, first you insult me then you insult my family, and now you eliminate my wife?"

Simon tries to maintain his composure, aka not pee his pants, "First off, I did nothing, and secondly, Yamcha was eliminated too."

Vegeta turns up his nose and shakes his head, "What, that guy? Why the hell do I care about him?"

Yamcha growls, angry, "Hey!"

Trunks is happy now, "Mom!"

Bulma smiled, "Yes son, it's happened, their alliance is over."

Trunks then frowns, "But mom, you got cut too."

Bulma hugs him, "It's ok son, it's ok."

Vegeta: came over, "Trunks, I'm sorry I have to do this, but it must be done."

He looked up at his dad, "What?

Vegeta grabbed him by the hand, "We're leaving."

Everyone gasped in shock, "What?"

Krillin was watching on TV at home, "Wow, the musical has turned into a play! It's still good though…"

Vegeta continued, "I'm tired of this contest being used as a way to be insulted. I don't care about singing or being some American Idol. You can have it! Come on Bulma, Trunks, let's go. You've got publicity, we can score a record deal now easily. We're rich!"

Brian went to reach for them, "But Vegeta, you and Trunks are..." But the three leave and Brian scratches his had, "Oh well, that sure was odd."

Yamcha looks around and raises his hand, standing center stage, "So does that mean I'm still in?"

"No Yamcha, you were voted off."

"Aw." He slunks off sadly.

"But… since you're the only one left here, we might as well give it to you. We're running out of our time slot."

"Yeah, I win, again like at everything else in life!"

Simon went off that remark, "Yes, by the sympathy vote. You're not getting anything out of it other than this title status as American Idol. Since you didn't actually win, you're not a singing performer."

"So what, who cares? I'm the American Idol! Woohoo!" Yamcha dances.

Brian just sighs to himself as he smiles with a shrug, "Well America, there you have it. Yamcha is your Idol. Who would have won, Vegeta or Trunks, if they'd never walked away? We'll never know. I'd just like to say on the behalf of everyone, thank you for your time and support. So everyone, until next season, enjoy whatever crap this station is airing…" He is handed a card by a stagehand. "Aw man, my talk show was canceled…" At his office, Rupert Murdock rubs his hands and laughs evil, as it echoes in his house.