Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a really cool guy named Brenman. He didn't own Dragonball Z. Therefore he didn't live happily ever after. What a sad story.

Brenman: Okay, now I'm really angry. Sorry about taking so long to get this up, but in the time since I last posted (you may remember that the Ouji's Eleven file got corrupted), well I had three more versions of Ouji's Eleven corrupt on me since then. Nothing else I write gets corrupted. just this story. As you may imagine, I'm really annoyed. My computer obviously doesn't like this story.

-- Anyway After the Rambling is Finished --

You look around your living room with a proud look on your face. You've just finished installing your 500 speaker surround sound home theater system and your ready for the test run. You decided that your old 300 speaker unit just wasn't loud enough. The extra 200 speakers should add that extra kick to get your ears bleeding. You plop your self down in front of your 142 inch plasma T.V. that you bought last week and prepare your self for the beginning of season two of The Kakarott Zone. Season one was unfortunately cut short when the Television studio had major file corruption. Apparently these problems had something to do with when the nearby radio station unexpectedly blew up.

You turn the volume up with your universal remote and watch as the paint begins peeling off the walls. Oh yes, everything sounds better through broken ear drums. You put your full attention to the television screen as the host of everyone's favorite T.V. show walks onto the screen. "Hello viewers. I am Vegeta no Ouji and I would like to welcome you to a brand new season of The Kakarott Zone. A place where ripping your own ears off isn't always a bad thing. (A/N: See the Lord Slug movie.) Today we will be watching a story about a daring daylight robbery that I like to title, Ouji's Eleven. Enjoy."

The screen fades to black and you shake with excitement. Never mind that's the whole house shaking. Maybe you should turn the volume down just a little bit.

-- Oujis' Eleven --

Vegeta walked out of the dimly lit high school in West city and looked around him. "I can't believe I actually taught that damn class for four months. That's the last time I agree to do community service. Besides, all I did was blow up a city. It's not that big of a deal. So king Yemma's got a bit more work to take care of. Who cares, no one likes him anyway. His temper's even shorter then mine, and he's nowhere near as good looking. Seriously, red skin and horns went out of style over four centuries ago." Vegeta stopped his useless monolog when he realized he was rambling and no one else was paying any attention to his awesome princly-ness. He turned towards Capsule Corp. and took off in search of a full, if not for long, refrigerator.

-- Somewhere in the 439 Mountain Region --

Smoke was curling up from the chimney of the quaint little house as Goten, the youngest of the Son males expertly chopped wood into neat blocks and placed then in a pile beside the house. It's like Son Chi Chi always said, 'child labour is the greatest thing since studying'. Goten looked up from his wood chopping duties when the phone began ringing. Gotens little Saiyan ears perked up as he listened to the conversation to see whether or not it was Trunks calling for him.

"Hello?"...

"Oh, hey Veggie."...

"Ow... Why do you have to yell so loud."...

Goten went back to his slave labour, It was just Mr. Vegeta calling to talk to his dad.

-- 17 or so Feet Northwest of Goten --

"So, your finally finished with that community service thing you had to do?" Goku said over the phone.

"Yeah. Now Kakarott listen up, I have a plan. I need you to assemble a list of possible team members and meet me at my place tomorrow morning." Vegeta's stern voice sounded impatient over the phone.

"Sure thing Vegeta. This is going to be so much fun." Goku squealed, "Is it going to be like last time when we planned to hold up that Mc Capsule corp. but only ended up eating them out of business because we were so hungry.?"

Vegeta sighed, "Something like that."

CLICK

Goku looked at the receiver in his hand and smiled. "Yippee. Hanging out with Vegeta is always so much fun. I guess I better get started on that list, but I could go for a Mc Capsule corp. Big Chubby Whopper Mac Chicken Sandwich right now."

-- A Conveniently Placed Capsule Corp Living Room the Next Morning --

Vegeta stared across the top of his interlaced fingers at his partner in fun. Goku stared back at him, occasionally glancing down at the scrap of paper in front of him. Vegeta licked his lips and began, "Kakarott, would you like to explain to me why our list of possible candidates is written on a piece of toilet paper? One that's been used by the smell of it."

Goku coughed nervously, "You see, I was really craving a Burger last night after talking about our last heist and I think the seventy three burgers I ate had gone bad. Long story short. I knew you would be mad if I didn't make the list and I was stuck in the bathroom all night and I really need to stock up on toilet paper." Goku smiled at his friend hoping his mood might improve.

Vegeta lifted his left hand and incinerated the offending list with a well placed, "Big Bang Attack!"

Goku looked up with a stupid grin on his face, "Big Bang attack would be the perfect way to describe my experiences in the bathroom last night."

Vegeta groaned loudly, "I did not need to know that you clown."

Goku looked at his hands and the last resting place of the infamous list. "What do we do now that the list is gone."

Vegeta shook his head, "It didn't matter, the list was just going to be all our friends anyway. And I use the term friends lightly."

"You mean Yamucha right?" Goku said disapprovingly, "You know there's nothing wrong with the guy. So he used to date Bulma. It's not like he's a threat."

Vegeta snorted, "Actually I was referring to you."

-- Commercial Break --

Mr. Announcer: "The Kakarott Zone will be back after this message from our sponsors. I knew this day would finally come. We have more then one sponsor."

Nike Condoms; Just do it.

GMC Condoms; Like a rock.

McDonald's Condoms; I'm Loving it.

Capsule corp. Condoms; Press this button and it gets bigger.

Mr. Announcer: "We really need to get better sponsors. We can only get condoms for some reason. Back to your regularly scheduled show."

-- Fourth Hole of the Satan Meadows Golf Course --

"Vegeta, tell me again why are we out golfing?" Goku whined.

"Because. It's what people do when they're talking." Vegeta said as he whacked yet another golf ball into orbit. "Now kakarott who was on that list? We need a large team to pull of such a high risk job. I hope the people you chose were all at least a little bit insane. They'll have to be.

"Vegeta what are we doing anyway." Goku eyed his spiky haired friend casually, "If I knew what kind of job we're supposed to be pulling I could put together a better team."

Vegeta smirked "When was the last time you were at Corin Tower?"

"Last week why?" Goku said cheerfully, "Oh... You want us to rob a talking cat and a fat monk? What are we after, a couple cans of tuna and a scratching post?"

Vegeta laughed, "Do you really think that stupid cat can only grow a handful of those Senzu beans every couple of years?" Vegeta sent another white orb into space, "There are enough beans up there to last us all a life time. Think about it Kakarott, those beans are worth more then gold. there like little kidney shaped diamonds. Except you can eat them, and they're cherry flavored."

By now Gokus' mouth was watering and the Saiyan prince had sent another forty-six golf balls flying into the side of the international space station. "Wow Vegeta, Your right. We may have just stumbled onto the mother load."

Vegeta bent his golfing stickamabob in half and threw it across the course. "Now Kakarott let's focus. Who can we trust to help up out?"

Goku rubbed his chin, for once wishing he could grow some stubble just to make this more interesting. "We need Krillin, He's to reliable to pass up, and he can help us with anything we need, and I've already got Buu lined up as our grease man. Screw little Asian people, you want a contortionist, go for a big piece of bubble gum."

Vegeta nodded his head sagely, "Who else, we need more."

Goku crossed his arms with a frown on his face. "Bulma with her technology along with Tien and Choutzu can cover us for surveillance. For once Tien's third eye can actually come in handy. I've never told him, but that thing just creeps me out." Goku pursed his lips before continuing on, "I guess if we have krillin working with us we can't keep out Eighteen. She's just to greedy, she'll want a part of the cut."

Vegeta snorted, "She can make the coffee or something, or do some knitting" A lone tear of proudness formed in the corner of his eye as he thought about his second best student, right after good ol' granny Higgs.

Goku began examining his nails, "I could really go for a manicure... I mean we could use Piccolo and Master Roshi as decoys. I think that should be enough right?"

Vegeta stood staring at the ground in silence. Goku watched him for a few seconds, "You think we need one more? You think we need one more. Okay, we'll get one more."

Vegeta frowned, "Sorry, what were you saying. I was too busy watching those ants have sex?"

Goku ignored him and put on his thinking cap (It was bright pink and said 'Goku's Brain for Prez' on the front). His face brightened up almost instantly, "Gohan can be the rookie. I'm sure he's up to it. All he has to do is act all eager and then screw everything up."

Vegeta rubbed his hands together with thunder and lightning in the background, "Perfect. We have our team. The board is set, the reign of Vegeta is at hand."

Goku looked at his friend like he'd lost his mind before remembering something else. "Hey Vegeta. Can you move, it's my turn to Golf." Goku bent down and placed a base ball on the tee. He turned around and pulled a tennis racquet out of his bag. "Five"

-- Corin Tower --

The group of eleven stood around the base of Corin Tower. Bulma looked up at the sheer magnitude of the structure. "Okay guys," she called out, "The camera's are all set up."

Vegeta smirked, "Perfect. Woman tell me, where are the two buffoons right now?"

Goku's Hand shot up, "I'm are right over here Vegeta. Oh, you weren't talking about me for once. Nevermind."

Bulma and Tien looked at the plethora of screens in front of them. Tien looked up, "I can't see them."

Piccolo suddenly jumped up from where he had been leaning against the tower, "I forgot to tell you guys. Corin and Yajirobe went on vacation to Mr. Satan World in Florida. They won't be back until next Monday."

Vegeta slapped his face, "Is anyone supposed to be watching the house?"

Piccolo nodded, "I am."

Vegeta rubbed his chin, "So no one is guarding the place. On one hand Corin tower has the most advanced electronic password encoded locks in the world. On the other hand this is too easy because they don't have and doors to attach the locks to."

Everyone stared at Vegeta, waiting for the next order. "Oh heck. Lets just get in there and loot the place." Vegeta took off towards the top of the tower.

-- Top of Corin Tower --

The members of Oujis' Eleven filed through the doorway only to come face to face with none other then Son Chi Chi with her deadly frying pan. The look she was giving the group was the stuff nightmares were made of. The thieves stopped in their tracks. Chi Chi sucked in a menacing breath before beginning her tirade. "Look at what you're all trying to turn my son into." The Ox princess pointed at Gohan, "A thief. He should be studying right now. I am ashamed of you all. I want you all to go to your rooms right now and think about what you've done. Go Go Go. Now."

Eleven sets of shoulders slumped. The group filed out of the room until only Goku, Vegeta and Chi Chi were left. Vegeta groaned, "How did you find out about this?"

Chi Chi smiled, "Gohan let it slip."

Vegeta slapped himself in the face, "It's always got to be the rookie."

-- The End --

"Well," Vegeta no Ouji said. "We didn't get what we went there for, but we did get grounded. That's way more fun then a bunch of beans."

Vegeta walked off screen and a preview for the latest movie came on. 'Satan Powers and the spy who might have had sex with me but they can't show it because it's rated PG (for Pretty Good).'

You would turn the television off right now, but you've already lapsed into a coma. Maybe the sound system was just a little overkill.

Brenman: If you don't review. I may be forced to come and install an insanely loud sound system in your house. I had originally intended to take this chapter in a completely different direction but with all the corruption's it ended up like this. All the earlier versions were longer then this even before they were done. But I like this one the best. It's funnier.