Puar stood in line with all the other spirits in the other world.
I can't believe I'm dead! He thought. It had all happened so quickly. One minute he was playing a prank on Vegeta, then the Saiyan got pissed, and now he was here!
"Name," King Yhemma said as Puar got to the front of the line.
"Puar Cat!" He yelled up to the king.
"A cat, huh?" Yhemma said, "Let's see. You haven't died before right?"
"Nope!" Puar called up.
"Well then, I'll have to send you back. Since you're a cat, you have nine lives, and this is only your first. You have eight lives left. Use them wisely!"
"How do I get out?" Puar asked, looking around.
"Take that elevator down three floors, then take the stairs. But watch the last step!"
"Sure!" Puar exclaimed and flew to the elevator.
King Yhemma continued to check in the dead, then, not five minutes later, he saw a familiar face.
"Didn't watch that last step, did you?" He asked.
"Yea, yea, yea." Puar said, "I still have seven left."
The cat then continued to Earth, where he fell from the sky into the 493-mountain district. Making sure to stop his fall before it became lethal, he looked around.
"Hmmm, I'm not far from the Son residence," He thought out loud, "I'll go visit them!"
The cat flew off and found the family at the diner table. Flying down, the cat dropped in front of Goku, and was about to let out a high pitched, "Hi!" when the unfortunate cat was shoved into the Saiyans mouth, being mistaken for flying food.
"Ugh!" Goku said, "Chichi, what did you put in these dumplings! It tasted like a wet cat!"
Puar walked up to King Yhemma, "Hey!" He said in greeting, "How have things been running these last few minutes?"
"Not to bad," The king responded, "The elevator is still returning from your last trip down, give it a second."
The cat freefell out of the other realm and looked at the ground below. It's so beautiful from up here! He thought. He looked up at a noise coming from the side, and then was promptly sucked up by a jet engine.
"Yo!" Puar said to the king, who raised a hand in greeting, never looking up from his books, "I'm going to keep these last five a little longer this time!" The cat said, and pressed the elevator button.
Just as his halo disappeared, a signal he was once again alive, the elevator stopped, then plunged down to the bottom floor.
"At least get to the Earth this time," Yhemma said, "But you'll have to take the stairs."
Puar grumbled something unintelligible, and then took the stairs down to the Earth. He landed near Capsule Corp. and looked around. No Vegeta. "Whew!" He said then sat down. Immediately he stood up and looked around. Thought I heard something, He thought, then sat down again. Something rustled behind him and he whirled around in a karate stance to face his foe. It turned out to be Scratch, Mr. Briefs cat. Puar was about to relax, but then saw hearts in the others eyes. Oh shit, Puar said, and then dodged the hormone-crazed cat as it lunged at him. It was then Puar happily impaled himself on the fence.
King Yhemma and several of his associates where laughing when he entered the check in station. They had set up a big screen TV and were enjoying the show.
"Laugh all you want," Puar said, "You would've done the same thing." This only caused them to laugh harder.
"I bet he is back in five minutes," One lackey called out.
"I bet one!" Another yelled.
"Are you kidding? He won't even make it out of the other world!"
This was followed by more laughter, and several people pulling out money, jewelry, and candy to place their bets.
"Three left!" King Yhemma yelled to the retreating back of Puar.
Puar landed on Roshi's island, and looked around. Nothing. He walked inside. "AHHH!" He yelled, seeing Master Roshi in spandex, doing his yoga. Puar promptly fell over dead at the sight.
"I win!" The lackey who had bet one minute called out, as they had instant replays of his death playing over and over again on the TV. Yhemma noticed Puar glare at the TV, "We really enjoy the one where you got sucked into the jet." He said.
"Glad to be entertaining to you," He said, and took the stairs.
Puar landed in the middle of Satan City and patted his head. "Why am I wearing a Santa hat?" He asked empty air. Receiving no response, he walked down the street. Nothing happened to him. He floated around for ten minutes without incident. "Huh," he said, and turned a corner. Suddenly a pie the size of a house fell from the sky and crushed the unfortunate cat.
"What the hell was that!" Puar yelled at King Yhemma.
"Sorry, but nothing was happening, and the ratings were going down," He gestured to the TV, and Puar was insulted and honored at the same time to see he had his own network, "Puar TV!"
"One more chance!" Yhemma called to Puar.
As soon as the cat landed on Earth, he held up his hand and yelled "Hold on!" to the bomb, run away bus, killer bee, falling piano, lightning bolt, and irate hockey player, "If it is my destiny to lose my last life, then I will. But! I want to go out in style! So let me choose my own death and go how I want to!" The killers were about to go ahead and destroy the cat anyway, but the bomb turned out to be the voice of reason, and they let the cat go.
Puar flew away from the danger zone and ended up in Disney World. The cat was overjoyed at the thrill rides, the games, and the food. He grabbed a large cotton candy before Gotenks could and munched on it as he sat on a bench. He looked down the street and noticed a large mouse walking towards him.
"Mickey!" he growled. The mouse had plagued him his whole life, a friggin mouse taking the spotlight while he, a cat, took the back seat to a bunch of aliens! Puar decided this was how he was going to spend his last life; taking out the mouse who he has sworn to destroy! The cat tried to float up into attack position, but was stuck on the seat. Gum had latched him firmly to the bench he sat on.
Puar turned to face the oversized rodent with a face of hatred, but the face quickly turned to one of dread when he saw the mouse. Mickey had picked up a little girl and was walking towards the bench to have a seat while the mother took a photo. A large mouse shaped, shadow fell over Puars face as the mouse began to sit squarely on the cat.
"Well, that's it," King Yhemma said, "You squandered your last life."
"Why a mouse!" Puar yelled, "A dog I could have dealt with but a mouse!!!!!! This is an outrage! I demand nine new lives! I'll tear you apart! I'll get all of you! I'll...."
Puar had to be removed from the check in station, and was placed in a padded room until he calmed down. The door was only opened to deliver food, and one other time to place a role of duct tape over his mouth, to stop his high-pitched voice from breaking the windows.
