Vegeta picked up the phone, "What!" he yelled into the receiver.

                "Vegeta! It's Chichi! Listen you need to come to my house right away! It's an emergency!" The other line went dead.

                Vegeta didn't have anything better to do so he flew out of the window heading southeast. Besides, I may be able to spar with Kakarot!

                He arrived in a few minutes and found Chichi standing in front of the house waiting for him.  She immediately grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the small house.

                "It's Goku! Something terrible has happened to him and I need your help!"

                "What happened?" Vegeta asked while being pulled, "Did his heart virus strike again after all these years?"

                "No it's worse," Chichi said, pulling him in the house, "It's-"

                "HOLY SH-" Vegeta yelled.

                Kakarot was seated on the floor, but his legs were hidden under swaths of fat.  He was surrounded by bags that had golden arches on them, and was finishing off a burger as he entered.  HE reached down and grabbed a triple thick shake and slurped it down.

                Vegeta grabbed Chichi and pulled her back outside.

                "When did this happen?" He asked.

                "Just last night! He got his first taste of McDonalds and he didn't stop! When I woke up this morning, he was like this!  He doesn't even respond to anything!  All he does is eat!  Oh, and order more meals online."

                "You can do that?"  Vegeta inquired.

                "Vegeta! Stay on focus!"

                "Oh! Right.  Well, I'll just have to get his attention first."

                Vegeta walked back in, drew back a fist and hit Kakarot as hard as he could in the stomach.  His fist got buried and he struggled to pull it out.  Kakarot didn't even notice him. 

                Vegeta backed up and fired a small ki blast at the same spot.  The blast disappeared in his girth, and nothing happened. "It's like fighting Majin Buu all over again!"

                Vegeta pulled Chichi back outside,  "Are you sure you want to stop this?  He seems pretty indestructible in this form!"

                "Vegeta!"

                "All right, woman.  I'll do what I can."

                Vegeta walked upstairs and grabbed Goten, and Gohan.  With their help, they managed to roll Kakarot outside.  Goten began to bounce on Kakarots new tummy and after trying to criticize the kid, they all took turns hopping on the obese Saiyan.  Chichi saw this and held up a table chair warningly. 

                "Alright," Vegeta said, "We need to get his attention first.  Stand back.  Final Flash!"

                The beam struck Kakarot dead on and when the smoke cleared, Kakarot was singed and the burger he had been eating had been vaporized.

                "I've always wanted to do that," Vegeta said.

                Kakarot was staring at his now empty hand and looked at Vegeta, "You destroyed my burger!"

                "Well! We seem to have gotten your attention! Now listen up Kakarot! You have gained an incredible amount of weight, and you need to remove it to remain in fighting form!  We are going to be your trainers! One of us will be with you at all times, so you are going to loose weight."

                "Vegeta, I am comfortable with my body.  If you can't except that, then you need to stop hanging around me." Kakarot responded.

                "What the hell do you think I am, Dr. Phil?  Get off your fat ass and run around the house four times!" 

                Kakarot stood up and ran two steps before he fell over panting for breath.

                Vegeta smacked his forehead and grumbled.  It was going to be a long day.

                They had been working on Kakarot for over a week and they had only managed to make him drop one pound.  They had included the most vigorous diet for the Saiyan (Bulma's Cooking) and constant exercise.  Nothing seemed to be working.  The other Saiyans were working on shifts, each taking eight hours a day to watch Kakarot, and make sure he didn't get any junk food and managed some exercise.

                "Maybe we should call Dr. Phil," Vegeta grumbled, watching Kakarot attempt to do lunges.

                "No, I don't think we will," Gohan said landing next to the Saiyan Prince, "We can call this guy!"

                Vegeta was handed a flier that promoted Brad Blanchette, personal trainer extraordinaire.

                "A personal trainer?  That's what we're doing!"

                "Yea, but this guy is known because he's the toughest trainer in the world!  He could work with my dad to get him in shape!"

                They called, well, me.  I flew out immediately, ya know, abandoning all my other clients.

                My first impression on Kakarot was that this was going to be tough.  We started out at 5am.

                "Alright! You are in my care now! You will speak only when asked a question or told to speak.  That means no whining! Any questions?"

                "Can I go to the bathroom?"

                "NO! If you need to rid yourself of excess water you will do it by sweating! Now drop down and give me 1000 push-ups! And don't get up until you do!"  I realized that was the wrong thing to say as Kakarot got down and started to fall asleep. "Up!" I yelled, "If you do all these push ups, I'll give you a cookie."

                "What the hell type of personal trainer are you!" Vegeta yelled at me.  I held up my finger to my lips.

                Kakarot immediately tried to push himself up, only to flop down again.  I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up.  "One!" I shouted.

                It was five in the evening, but Kakarot finally finished his 1000th pushup.  He jumped up and looked at me with a grin.  "Can I have my cookie now?"

                "No," I said.  I heard Vegeta laughing in the background.

                "But you said I could have a cookie!"

                "I lied, NOW RUN TO THE TOP OF THAT MOUNTAIN AND BACK! Don't tell me you can't do it, because I said you must!"

                I worked with Kakarot for a week, and managed to get twenty pounds off of him.  I had to leave because of other clients, and left Vegeta, Gohan, and Goten to finish it off.  (A/N:  Yes, I'm shameless, promoting myself in my own story.)

                They worked with him day and night as well, and weighed him again at the end of the week.

                "How the hell did you gain five pounds!" Vegeta yelled at him.

                "I don't know! I haven't been doing anything wrong!"  Kakarot whined, "Maybe it's all muscle!"

                "Right," Vegeta said with sarcasm dripping off his words, "We need some more help."

                They tried everyone, Richard Simmons came out (Blasted by Vegeta for being annoying), Billy Blanks (Blasted by Vegeta for proclaiming himself a martial artist), and Dr. Phil (Blasted by Vegeta, just because.  Also blasted by Gohan and Goten.) 

                "This is pointless!"  Gohan yelled, pulling at his short hair, "My dad's just going to have to be fat! We've been working on him for almost a month with no results!  I can't take it anymore!"

                Vegeta walked up and slapped Gohan, "Snap out of it!"

                "Thanks, I needed that."

                "Why don't we just wish him thinner?"  Goten asked.

                "Because, it's so much more dramatic this way," Gohan answered.

                Then, suddenly, a very pretty girl walked by them randomly in the 439-mountain area.  Kakarots eyes became wide and he stood up and stuck out his chest.

                "Well, hello ma'am, how are you today," He said in his deepest voice.

                "Not bad, how are you today sir," 

                "Oh just fine!  Please forgive my appearance, this is just me in the off season, and I've put on some weight," he smiled and winked at her.

                "Oh!  What do you normally look like?"

                "Toned and slim."

                Vegeta blasted the girl, "So that's it! We just have to get you around some pretty girls and you'll be thin again!"

                "Well, of course! Why else do you think I work out?"

                And thus it was.  They trained Kakarot in the city where he was constantly around beautiful women and he dropped weight at the rate of a pound an hour.  Seven weeks later, he was back to his old self.

                Chichi, on the other hand, was pissed. 

                "YOU DON'T FIND ME ATTRACTIVE ENOUGH TO KEEP YOURSELF IN SHAPE!  WELL, I'LL KEEP YOU IN SHAPE BY BEATING YOU INTO SHAPE!!"