The same time Gohan and his family were eating dinner…
"Hello?" Vegeta said answering the phone, obviously in a bad mood. "Who is this and what the hell do you want?"
"Remember me?" the small, annoying man said.
"Unfortunately, yes." Vegeta said. "Like I said, what do you want?"
"Well, I see someone didn't read the fine print of their contract." The man said, a little too happily.
"Get to the point." Vegeta said. "I don't have time to waste with peasants like you."
"Oookay." The man said. "According to section 345, clause 5, sub-clause 23, and sub-sub-clause purple backwards, you are obligated to appear in future projects under the conditions that your actions cause the cancellation and/or premature demise of a previous program."
"What? Purple backwards isn't even a number and I'm pretty there is no such thing as a 'sub-sub-clause.' " Vegeta argued, the vein in his forehead pulsating ever more vigorously.
"Of course there's such a thing as a sub-sub-clause! I just invented it! And they just added purple frontwards to the number system. Anyway, we're going to sue the hell out of you, if you don't fulfill your contractual obligations." The man said, pleased with himself.
"I thought it was purple backwards? And no mere human threatens the Prince of …" Vegeta said.
Bulma cut him off and took the phone, saying uh-huh a lot and talking in the sweetest tone possible. Vegeta just stood behind her, his fists clenched and ready to punch the next person he saw. Just then, Bulma turned the phone off and put it back on the receiver.
"It's settled." She said, smiling sweetly at him. "You're going to be on Gohan's, er The Great Saiyaman's, new show!"
"What! There is no way in hell that I am going to appear on any T.V. show with Kakarrot's son while he's dressed up like a Power Ranger wannabe." Vegeta said.
"How dare you insult my sense of style! There's nothing wrong with that suit. And if you keep refusing to do it, maybe I should make one for you, and you can be his sidekick, Royal Monkey Boy!" Bulma retorted.
"I'd like to see you try." Vegeta said, smirking.
"How about no 'special training' for a month and you have to fix your own damn gravity room when you break it." Bulma said, returning the smug look.
Vegeta cursed under his breath. 'Damn woman knows how to exploit my "weaknesses" ' he thought.
"Fine. I'll do it." He said, crossing his arms.
'It could be worse. I could be stuck with Cueball as my bandleader again.' He thought.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"About time that damn pizza guy got here!" Vegeta said. "How long does it take to make 549 large supreme pizzas with extra cheese?"
And Vegeta's worst dreams came true.
"Hey, Vegeta." Krillin said, holding the tower of pizzas. "It's going to be great working with you on the show!"
"Woman! Get over here right now!" Vegeta said.
"What is it now?" Bulma said. "Oh, Krillin. I'm so glad you agreed to work on the show. You can keep Vegeta company! Let me help you with those pizzas."
"Thanks," he said. "It beats being a pizza guy."
Vegeta, however, had disappeared to the kitchen, mumbling something about the small, annoying man having a fatal "accident" in the near future.
Bonus: Anyone who can name where the "purple backwards" reference came from will get….absolutely nothing! Except for the rewarding knowledge that you, like the author of this story, has spent far too much time watching flash cartoons. Here's a hint: It's Over!