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Chapter Two

"The truth of the matter is Vegeta, you are dead."

Vegeta looked at King Yemma with an unreadable look on his face.

"Dead? I'm not dead! I was in the middle of a fight with Buu! Now let me go, so I can go and deal with it!" King Yemma sighed and held his face in his hands. It had been a long day…he just needed a good meal, maybe a long relaxing bath… then he'd spend the evening watching television…yes, that was what he needed…

Suddenly, and violently, he was catapulted back into the present and along with it came the irate Saiyajin Prince, who was now stomping around his office and ranting. Loudly.

"I need to get back! Don't you see you idiot?! I ne-"

Once more King Yemma slammed his fists onto the table and once more the room fell silent. Inside his head he winced and rubbed his hands together under the table.

'Man, that hurt' He thought before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

"Now," He said, trying to look calm, "Vegeta." Vegeta's eye twitched.

"Err, Prince Vegeta. We have a bit of a predicament and you are just going to have to co-operate." King Yemma cracked his knuckles loudly, and placed them on the desk. "You see the problem is this. Usually it is quite obvious when people arrive here in the Heavenly Check-in Station whether we send them, how shall I put it…Up or Down."

One of the little blue men standing at Vegeta's side turned to him with a look you would usually reserve for a toddler, and said, "Vegeta, he means Heaven or Hell."

Vegeta turned to him with contempt. "I knew that!" He spat and the blue guy smiled reassuringly.

"I'm sure you did." He said, as he turned to his friend and rolled his eyes.

Vegeta gritted his teeth and frowned. Where was he? Why didn't he remember coming here? Maybe he'd just been knocked unconscious by Buu and this was some freakish dream…yeah…that must be it…

"But you." King Yemma paused till he had every ones attention again. "Are a bit of a wild card. You see, in the first part of your life you were bad…definitely DOWN material, you hadn't done a good thing in you life." He looked down at Vegeta from his awesome height and glared at him. "But, even I must admit that you must have changed. It was a very honourable thing you did…sacrificing yourself to save Earth…and…well, if I must admit we've had a bit of a change of heart."

Once again Yemma looked down at Vegeta, who just looked downright confused.

"Now it's up to us to decide if sacrificing yourself was good enough deed to cancel out, if you will, your more evil moments."

King Yemma pushed his chair back with a squeak and stood up. He walked over to the window and looked at the souls pouring down from Earth. He really needed to get moving or he'd be here for an eternity.

" We are going to subject you to interviews, where you will be attached to lie detectors of course. We shall be searching into you memory and past and playing back to you the worst moments to see if we can make you repent, or at least feel a little guilty. We shall be talking to people from your past and present to find out what you are really like, and…OH YES group therapy!"

Vegeta looked up and him with wide eyes. King Yemma looked back with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta I do think your going to be enjoying yourself here."

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