The Saiyan Bachelor

"Welcome to the show folks. We come back to Goku, who is about to meet 25 bachelorettes. These women have passed vigorous tests to have a chance to become his wife." The announcer turned to Goku and held the mike in front of his face, "Now Goku, what do you do for a living?"

"I like to fight really strong guys!" Goku responded with a big, goofy, grin.

The announcer looked at the camera, covered up his mike, and asked, "That's really a job?" The camera man shrugged and gestured for him to continue.

"We'll continue this interview later Goku, right now it's time for you to meet the Bachelorettes. Here they are!"

The first one walked up, a lingerie model from Japan. She greeted him, was slightly confused when he answered, "How are you?" with "Starving!"

After that, it was a blur. Super models, dancers, fashion models. Each more lovely then the next. They all were a perfect match for the young Saiyan, each time they walked away to be replaced, he stared in surprise.

The girls all met inside the bachelor pad, commenting on his naiveté and muscles, all while placing chemicals in there hair and on there face.

"Now Goku," The announcer said, "It's time to meet the final Bacheloret."

The final woman stepped out of the limo. A little on the plump side, she had a rather homely appearance and was decked out in jeans and a red socks t-shirt. She looked around, spotted the Saiyan in a tux, and figured he must be the one she was meeting.

"Hey," She said, "You must be Goku."

"Yea," The Warrior said, a little taken aback. She was a little more... to the point then the other girls, "So, uhh..."

"Sam."

"Sam, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a Gourmet short order chef."

At this point, Goku's eye became the size of small dinner plates and assumed the shape of hearts. "You... cook? Fast?"

"Yea, that's right."

"Okay! I've made my decision!" Goku yelled out, picking up Sam, who really didn't even notice, and started to fly away with her.

"Hey! Wait!" The announcer yelled, "You need to go through the process! What about the millions of dollars we put into this!"

"Well, there is really no need to continue, she's a cook man! A cook!" He flew off.

"Well, that's one for the records. A reality show that lasted fifteen minutes! Wait! What am I doing! There are twenty four other women desperate for a guy in there! Well, that'sitforthisone,seeyounexttime!"

Short, stupid, but I wanted to make fun of these reality dating shows going around. Sorry for not updating as much. My account got froze because "Vegeta's E-mail" was too "Interactive." But I'm back, and I might continue Vegeta's E-mail on line somewhere. I'll right later!