Vegetto is standing across XXI, the mysterious, old man who is his opponent in the second round of this tournament.

'Obviously, the type of generic weakling with special powers that make him relevant,' the fused Saiyan thinks as he examines his foe. 'I must attack as soon as possible, before he can do anything weird. I mean, every fraction of a second counts. Even right now that I'm saying this stuff in my head instead of one shotting him, I'm losing valuable fractions of a second that...'

The next moment, Vegetto finds himself in an unknown, dark place. 'Aaannnnd, it's official; I'm an idiot,' he sighs. 'I wonder whether this is because of Goku in me.'

After examining the place for a few seconds, Vegetto easily finds out he's in another dimension. Well, it's easy to return to the tournament. A kiai will do the trick. If XXI hoped that, this way, he would keep him out of sight for 30 seconds, his plan failed. And here goes the kiai: 'AS IF A MAIN MARY SUE CHARACTER WOULD BE DISQUALIFIED SO EARLY.'

The barrier between dimensions breaks and Vegetto returns to the sunny arena. To his shock, U3 Bardock and U8 Cold are about to start their match. 'What in the fucking name of fucking fuck?' Vegetto cries.

U16 Gohan lands next to his father. He explains to him: 'Dad, you were confined in a dimension that works like the room of spirit of time, except the other way around. You have been disqualified. Now leave the arena so that the tournament can continue.'

'But... but this is unfair,' Vegetto says, with an expression of a little child. 'I'm a main, Mary Sue character. I can't be disqualified. It's against the TV trope rules!'

'Dad, you're disqualified,' Gohan insists, trying to stay calm.

'But, it's unfair,' Vegetto insists. 'That guy used a dirty trick.'

'Well, you agreed to those rules when you registered in the tournament, dad. You're disqualified.'

'But, it's unfair.'

'In a real fight, that guy could have destroyed everything while you were away. In a real fight, you'd have lost as well. Face it, dad. You lost.'

'But it's unfair.'

'Dad,' Gohan sighs. 'If you continue this, we'll be transported back to our universe and our Pan will remain dead, moreover in a world with no afterlife.'

A moment of silence. Vegetto sighs and teleports away.

A few light years away...

Vegetto is meditating on an asteroid. Suddenly, he stands up, transforms into a Super Saiyan and screams:

'DARN IT... I wanted to break Gohan's skull. I knew he was right, but still I wanted so bad to shove his %$£ in his ***&&^^^, and then take his wife's %$£ and £££*&^ his daughter's $"!&^% and also !"""":: so that everybody would &^%%%% in their "£%&*(((((( and have to (*&^%$ sideways!'

Author's note: Now, those who read this fic probably wonder: 'Duh, will we have a flashback with the matches conducted during Vegetto's absence? Because, you know, I'm a no life loser and I have nothing better to do than wonder that! Besides, if I wasn't a no life loser, I wouldn't be reading Hector's fanfics in the first place.'

Well, I see no point in bothering with how Buu yamchaed Tenshinhan or how Bra yamchaed that Heloite (she didn't strip to her underwear, as everybody hoped, anyway) or the gag fight between Gotenks and that U2 character, so I'll skip this.