At a hall, I'm standing on an elevated platform and, using a microphone, talking to the audience. 'Greetings, my loyal readers. I welcome you all to our council. It's an honor for all of you to be present at a discussion about the most masterpiecious DBZ Fanfic in the history of Fanfiction Net. Yes, it is my fanfic that deserves this title. MINE! Not Bringer of death.'

I take a break, eat a cookie and continue: 'I mean, what does that fanfic with over 7000 reviews have that mine doesn't? Am I right, my large audience?'

At that moment, the camera shows the seats, which are totally empty, except two, occupied by Thewittywhy and a nameless, fat, sweaty man wearing a white, stained, sleeveless shirt and eating a burito.

'HECTOR, YOU'RE THE BEST!' Thewittywhy yells, waving a banner.

'Err... okay, I admit the number of my readers is a tad smaller than the number of people that read Bringer of death,' I comment and add: 'Which is totally unfair, because I'm a writing genius and my fics should be way more successful than anyone elses.'

Then, pointing a finger at Thewittywhy, I ask: 'So, let me select a person at random among this vast audience... you, for example. Tell us, how can we make more people read my fics, thus giving me the glory I deserve? Any ideas?'

'I LOVE YOU, HECTOR. I WANT TO BEAR YOUR CHILD!' Thewittywhy screams enthusiastically.

'You're not helping,' I sigh.

'Hey, dude,' the fat man raises his hand to draw my attention, among disgusting burps and with his mouth full. 'Shouldn't you show us the next chapter of your Dragon Ball Multiverse Abridged?'

'It's not worth it,' I reply. 'If I'm not mistaken, right now, U4 Buu is fighting U19 Xeniloum. Nothing interesting is going on.'

'Well, show us,' the fatso insists.

'Okay,' I sigh and press a button on a remote control, turning on the screen next to me. 'Let's see what this fight is about.'

Everybody's eyes turn to the screen.

'With this armor, I will defeat you, Buu,' Xeniloumdeclares tr iumphantly. 'This armor is not like the one we used against Uub. This is the super armor. No one can defeat it.'

'Absorb,' Buu casually says and sends a part of his body to Xeniloum. Buu's part engulfs him for a moment, thus stripping him of his armor and leaving him almost naked. Then it reattaches to Buu, who thus successfully absorbs the armor.

'Okay, now you have made me mad!' Xeniloum yells after his initial surprise. He snaps his finger and gets somehow instantly dressed in another armor. 'This is the super mega armor,' he declares. 'You will never defeat me as long as I'm wearing it!'

'Absorb,' Buu sighs casually and absorbs it the same way as before.

'NOW I'M REALLY MAD!' Xeniloum snaps his fingers again and materializes another armor. 'Face the wrath of the super mega giga armor.'

'Yeah, as I said, nothing of interst is going on there right now,' I comment while taking my eyes off the screen.

I turn back to my audience: 'So, where were we?'

That moment, someone bursts in. It's Salagir!

'Uh oh. He looks mad,' Thewittywhy says.

'He's probably annoyed that you ridiculed his fancomic,' the nameless fatso says, keeping eating his burito indifferently.

'Well, it will be hard for him to express his frustration,' I chuckle. 'Judging from his comic's English translation, I wouldn't say he can really speak English fluently.'

'You is mistake, mister,' Salagir protests. 'Me speaks Englishmen very perfect. Nobody speako Englishmen as perfect like I does!'

A moment of awkward silence, with Salagir panting of rage, his finger pointed at me.

'Let's check what is going on at the arena,' I finally say and turn our attention back to the screen.

'Okay, that does it!' Xeniloum snaps. 'Now I will show you the super mega giga choco turbo omg specstatic armor!'

Guess what happens next!

'Darn, why didn't Salagir use a female character in this fight?' one of the spectators wonders. 'That would be a hell of fanservice, with all this forced striptease.'

'Yeah, seriously, why didn't you?' I ask Salagir. 'Sometimes, I think you lack even common sense, boy.'

'Me does not lacking commonful sensible at all, mister!' Salagir protests.

That moment, Salagir's two children, a boy and a girl, enter.

'Quit trying, dad,' the boy says.

'Shut up, Broly,' Salagir says to the boy.

'I think he's right, dad,' the girl says.

'Shut up, Broly,' Salagir says to the girl.