"You're watching DBZ Seven, action news!  With Krillian Chestnut and Number 18 as our anchors, Vegeta on weather, Goku on sports, and Piccolo on traffic."

                "Good evening, everyone," Krillian said, shuffling a stack of papers in front of him, "I'm Krillian and this is the evening news.  Today's top story.  The world was nearly split in two when our weather man got pissed." Krillian glared at Vegeta, who smirked back, "The carnage was resolved though private benefactors wasting a wish that could have given me hair."

                Not shown on camera, the hairdresser for the studio wiped her brow.  After all, it made her job much easier when she didn't have to do anything!

                "And now we turn it over to my beautiful assistant, Number 18!"  Krillian said, turning towards his wife.

                "Don't try to sweet talk me, you sorry excuse for a human!" She said.

                "But that's was on the prompter-" Krillian started, when his wife glared at him.

                "Oh, sure! Blame it on someone else.  You never do anything around the house, you make me hang around with that pervert when you leave, and you blow up our daughters' toys! So! In future news, Krillian Chestnut will soon be found wondering his hollow life without a wife, because she is taking a vacation she deserves very much!"  With that, 18 pulled on a Hawaiian shirt, picked up a suitcase, and stormed off.

                Krillian looked after her for a second, and then realized the camera was still rolling.

                "More on that later," He said, "Now let's move on to sports! Goku!"

                "Thanks Krillian!" Goku piped, then turned to face the camera, "In sports! Yesterday's largest event was the state fair eating contest."  Several crew members looked at their scripts, trying to figure out what was happening, "In a grueling contest, it came down to Vegeta and the crowd favorite, me!  Let's go to the action replay."  The camera cut to a scene of Goku and Vegeta shoving food into their mouths as fast as possible, much to the viewer's disgust.

                "Whoa! Let's see that again in slow motion!"

                "Goku!" Krillian yelled, "The super bowl was yesterday! That's what you're supposed to be covering!"

                "Fine," Goku said, downcast, "The Patriots won.  Yea. Krillian back to you (Party pooper)."

                "Uh, new sources claim Hercule really didn't defeat Cell!  The sources point to George... W... Bush... What the heck is wrong here! Can't we have some real news! Piccolo! You'd better have some real news!"

                "Hi, Krillian.  Today's traffic is really freaking noisy and crammed."  Piccolo said.

                "Uh, on what streets is it crowded on," Krillian prompted.

                "To hell if I know.  Piccolo out."  A brief pause, "Why the heck do I have to do this! I just want to meditate damn it! Don't you tell me what to do! What? The mic?  I turned it off!  Oh shi-"

                "Vegeta, do you have anything?"  Krillian asked hopefully.

                "Today's weather completely sucks," Vegeta said, and then walked off.

                "Oh well.  We're just going to play commercials for the rest of the time we have, so good night and good news."