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Vegeta landed next to the ring. Cell was standing in the middle of the stone construction, with his eyes closed. He knew Vegeta was here, but he would wait until the rest of the warriors flew in to start the matches.
Android sixteen flew in to the other side of the ring and gave Cell a death glare. He had no interest in talking with Vegeta, so he stayed over on the other side, not really doing much, just standing with his arms crossed, trying to look cool.
Vegeta felt several energy levels approaching from the rear; they were the energies of the other fools that would be fighting here today.
Kakarot landed next to Vegeta, "Hey Vegeta! What's up?"
Vegeta did not turn to face the other pure Saiyan, his eye's remained unwavering on his opponent, "Kakarot, I don't know why you even bothered to show up," He turned to face the other, "I will be the one who… What the hell happened to your gi?"
Words and symbols were scrawled all over his gi. "Oh, these. Well, halfway through my training for the Androids, we all ran out of money. So I became a spokesman for Encyclopedia Britannica!"
"You?"
"Yea!"
"Representing all of the knowledge on the entire planet?"
"Of course! Who better?"
Vegeta stayed silent, then looked at the rest of the fighters. All of them had different symbols and pictures all over them.
This should be interesting, Vegeta thought, and decided to take some time to see what they all were from.
"Okay, Baldy," Vegeta said, "Who the hell do you work for?"
"I'm here representing Rogain!" Krillian exclaimed, facing the cameraman, "I'm going to grow a full head of luscious, thick hair in just a few months with Rogain! Just watch me over the next seven years grow more hair then a Super Saiyan Three!"
Vegeta looked at the bald, shiny head of the midget and walked on. He walked up to Tien.
"Who paying your bills?" he asked.
"I'm here with Lens Crafters!" The three eyed being said, "If you want special glasses, they have them! Prescription glasses, sunglasses, and reading glasses! Not only am I a spokesman, I'm a customer too!" Tien pulled out a pair of glasses and slipped them on. They had a third lens to cover his third eye. "If they can't get the glasses you need in just a half hour, they're free!"
Vegeta moved on. He approached Yhamcha, almost afraid of what he might hear.
"Out with it, weakling, what are you here for?"
"I'm here with Visa! It's everywhere you go to want! No, wait, that was wrong. Visa! It's all you ever want in a man!"
Vegeta snorted. Sure, that was the wrong motto, but it was true.
"Hang on, hang on," Yhamcha continued, "Visa! If your tubes aren't tied, it's not the only plastic you need in your wallet!"
Vegeta moved on, and Yhamcha pulled out several flash cards, trying to remember what the heck the motto was.
During this all, Sixteen had walked over to talk with Gohan.
"Are you sponsored as well?" Vegeta asked.
"Of course," The android said in his usual monotone, "I am here with Prozac." He pulled out a box of the drug, "Before taking Prozac, I was an emotionless monster who played with squirrels and birds. Now I am a happy and carefree robot who frolics on the beach and plays bingo on weekends."
"You're weird, you know that," Vegeta said, and moved on.
Piccolo looked pissed, like always.
"What are you here for?"
"I don't have a sponsor," he said, never looking down at the Prince.
"What are you talking about Piccolo," Kakarot said, looking back at the tall Namek, "You just signed a deal with Viagra a few months…"
"I SAID I'M NOT BEING SPONERED!" he yelled at the Saiyan, giving him a meaning full glare.
Vegeta grinned and patted the Namek on the shoulder, "That's too bad." And he walked off.
Trunks grinned at his father, "I have a sponsor too!" He said with good cheer.
"What is yours?"
"I'm here with Teen Magazine! The only place to look to see hot men like me! I'm so pretty, the only logical explanation is I'm gay."
"The only logical explanation is I'm scared," Vegeta said and moved on.
He looked down at Gohan, "Let's hear it."
"I'm here with ChemIndustry! The world's largest producer of anabolic steroids! Take your strength to the next level! Sure, they're illegal and have bad side affects, but look at these pecs! And I'm only eleven!"
Vegeta sighed and walked into the ring. His wife was the richest in the world; he didn't need a sponsor, for which he was grateful. He couldn't imagine having to plug those ridiculous products just for money.
"All right Cell! I'm going to tear you apart!" he yelled at the grasshopper in the middle of the ring.
Cell turned to the cameraman.
"You know, being a tyrant and all, I get threats like this all the time. Wouldn't it be nice to know that if I get beat up, I would have someone there to help me out? Hi. My name is Cell, and I'm here to talk about Aflac Health Insurance. I know that no matter what happens to me, I have affordable health insurance that will take care of my needs. Plus, if you call today, Aflac will send you your very own Aflac Duck…"
He's going to need that insurance…
Any way! I'm finally getting these stories up. I have about a trillion, half finished stories stored in my computers, and I'm getting them done slowly.
This is number forty-nine! Next! My fiftieth story! I have been saving this one for a while now, and I just need to write it out. It will be a grand event! I'll have cake, balloons, all the DBZ characters will show up, and will answer the reviews I have gotten. It will also be kind of a 100th review special as well. Be sure to tune in next update!
Oh yea, I don't own Aflac, Encyclopedia Britannica, Lens Crafters, Rogain, ChemIndustry, Teen Magazine, Viagra, Prozac or visa. If you are reading this and are from those agencies, just think. I just gave you free advertising that reaches millions, if not three, people every day. So don't sue!
