Videl stood in the Aerobics Room surrounded by other women all doing some light warm ups and stretching.  She didn't know why she was here; she preferred to hit the bag and guys who worked out at her dad's gym.  She supposed this was a publicity stunt pulled by her dad, but it still sucked.  She was at the Gold's Gym (A/N: Yea!) in Satan City, the gym her father thought was "for weaklings."  She had rolled her eyes at this.

                A group of ladies next to her were chatting a little too loudly, and she couldn't help but overhear.

                "What happened to Donna?"

                "She fell off her horse and tore her AC ligament. (True Story. (Oh, that's the ligament that hold's the femur and the shin bone together!))" (Hey! An anatomy lesson in my writing!  You guy's CAN learn while having fun!)

                "Oh no! So who is going to teach the class?"

                "I heard it's a guy!"

                "Really!"

                "Yea!  And I heard he's cute too!"

                Videl perked up at this.  Sure, she and Gohan were one hot couple, but she could look couldn't she?  Besides, he didn't train as much as he used to, and he looked kinda, well, scrawny lately.  So hopefully this guy would have some muscles!

                Suddenly a man in a blue spandex walked in and took his place up front. 

                "Oh god!" Videl said, backing away slowly, "We're in trouble!"

                The man was short, had spiky black hair, black eyes, and a permanent scowl on his face.

                "Woman!"  The man yelled, "Stop trying to escape!  You signed up for this class, and now you must suffer your pathetic choice.  You will all address me as Prince Vegeta, or Vegeta-sama if you speak Japanese.  Now, all of you, put those damn steps away, we will be training MY way today."

                The women were all shaken but all put away there steps and stood in their respective spots.  Videl walked up to the Saiyan Prince.  "Why are you teaching an aerobics class?"

                "(Insert stupid reason here)" He said.

                "Oh wow!"  Videl responded, "I'd teach the class if I were in that jam too!"  She walked back to her spot.

                "We will all start with some light stretching.  So, everyone lean foreword and touch your forehead to your shins."

                One woman in the back complained that she refused to take aerobics from a mean man.  She got a one-way trip to the next dimension.  (The rest of the z-warriors foresaw this would happen and had the dragonballs standing by.)

                "Any other complaints?" he gave them all a leveling glare.

                No one responded, and all of them jumped when a teen in the back sneezed.

                "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME HUMAN!!!!" The teen was blasted to smithereens.

                All the woman leaned foreword and got their foreheads as close to their shins as possible.  Vegeta was looking at his shins, so he didn't kill anyone who couldn't do it.  As he straightened back up he noticed one woman was bald.

                He walked up and grabbed Master Roshi by the scruff of his spandex suit, "Get out."

                "Okay! Okay!" he begged, "but, can I take a few women with me!!!"

                Master Roshi was then given a lesson on how a projectile reacts when thrown a million miles per hour.  In accordance to the rules of cartoons, he landed right beside his house.

                "Now that the perverted men are out of the way, we will begin!"  Vegeta yelled into his headset, "Alright. Seven million right legs lifts.  Start!" Vegeta finished his in about thirty seconds, but the others were a little slow.

                It took a few hours, and many of the women collapsed, but they did it.  This was followed by seven million left leg lifts.

                "Alright!" Vegeta said, "Enough of the warm up, let's turn up the gravity a bit!"

                He walked over to a blank wall and slid the panel to the side, revealing a set of controls and buttons.

                "Three hundred times gravity should do for now," he said and reached for the dial.

                "Hold on," Videl intervened, "Vegeta! These are humans! They can't stand up in higher gravity!"

                "WHAT!" Vegeta exclaimed, "Then how do you expect to get any stronger? This is a stupid waste of my time! I quit!" 

                Vegeta left behind a room full of comatose women, an exhausted Videl, and a giant hole in the ceiling.

                I've always wanted to do this.  I think Vegeta would make a great Aerobics instructor!  Ohhh! Or maybe a personal trainer!