Vegita was walking down a deserted alley late at night.  Off in the distance he could hear the roar of the highway, and closer to him he could hear stray animals.

“Dang Bulma making me go get her ice cream in the middle of the night,” Vegita mumbled.  “And I can’t fly or else the stupid humans will be scared!”

    As he marched on, he heard a disturbance in the dark.  He used his energy sensing abilities, but felt nothing.  His Saiya-jin eyes could not see anything.

“I must be going nuts,” Vegita grumbled.

“You, punk!” a rough voice called from the shadows.

    Vegita stopped.  He sniffed the air.  All he could smell was the garbage piled up around him.  He still couldn’t sense anything.

“Maybe I am mad,” Vegita muttered.

“You, punk!  I am talkin’ to you!” the voice shouted.

“Man, what is wrong with me?” Vegita roared.  “Is anyone there?  Am I insane?”

“Yo, man.  Chill.  I have something that can make you fell all right and all,” the voice said.  A man emerged from the shadows.  He was wearing a very big trench coat, which covered his entire massive frame.

“Who are you?” Vegita asked.  “Some figment of my imagination?”

“Uh…sure, pal.  So, I have an offer to make you,” the man said.

    Vegita used his senses again.  That was his only sense that couldn’t register the man, and his most reliable.

“I have gone nuts,” Vegita sighed.

“Uh…whatever.  Hey! I can fix you all up better!  Give me a ten and I will make it so good,” the man said.

“What will I get, figment?” Vegita asked.

    The man removed something from his coat and held it in his gloved hand.  “Crack, man.  It will solve it all.”

“No!” Vegita declared.  “I won’t do drugs!”

“Sure, punk?” someone else asked.  Vegita looked around to see five other men, all identical to the first, emerge from the darkness.

“Uh…I won’t bend to pressure!” Vegita shouted.  He began to walk on, but the first man shoved him back.

“I am going to go inform the police!” Vegita declared.

“Tell them that your imagination wanted you to do drugs?” the first man asked.

    Vegita looked around.  He was getting nervous.  If his mind was this real, he wondered if he had ever been in reality.  His sanity started to break apart.

“You, idiot, pay us and take this or get hurt,” one of the men said.

“You can’t hurt me!  I am a Super Saiya-jin!” Vegita shouted.  He roared into the might of SSJ2, dropping the grocery bag in the process.

“Oh, we are so scared, punk!” a man said.  All at once, the men threw off their coats, revealing themselves not to be men.

“Holy large aquatic mammals!” Vegita shouted.  He burst into laughter.

“Hey, you insulting us?” the first thing asked.  “Us narwhals don’t take insults lightly, or refusals to take our drugs.”

“Yes, wonderful!” Vegita said.  “A group of drug dealing narwhals has invaded my mind!”

“Yo, punk, we are real.  And we are gonna’ hurt you bad and all.”

“Yes, sure you are!  If you were real, you wouldn’t be able to talk, I would be able to sense your energy, and you wouldn’t be dumb enough to do this!”  Vegita began to slip into the realm of the non-sane.

“Yo, little man, we are so gonna’ kill you!  You may be a Super Monkey, but we are Super Narwhals, man!  We, like, each have a power level of ten billion!”

    Vegita fell over in laughter.  The narwhals twisted their faces into evil looks.

    The next morning, Vegita woke up in the hospital.  He could hear and see all of the equipment that was keeping him alive.  In the corner a pair of cops stood, writing down notes.  A doctor was writing something on a clipboard.  Bulma was sitting in a chair in the corner.  See noticed her husband was awake.

“Vegita!” she exclaimed.  “You are alive!”

“What happened?” a cop asked.

“Uh…I think my mind broke down,” Vegita mumbled.

“Well, it must have taken your body with you,” the doctor said.  He pointed to the mirror on the ceiling, which hung above Vegita’s bed.

    Vegita looked, and managed a scream.  He had holes in numerous places, which essentially left only half of his chest.  He was bruised, bloody, and bones were sticking out of his skin.

“What happened?” Vegita asked

“We found you this way.  You tell us.  Maybe the Crack in your system will refresh your memory,” the doctor said.

“Those moronic narwhals!  They messed with me!  And they gave me drugs!  I am going to…” Vegita shouted.

“Explain what the heck is up,” Bulma said.  “Narwhals, huh?  I think the Crack had a role.  Officers, you may file charges centering around illegal drugs.”

    Years later, Vegita got his revenge.  He formed “VDND”, “Vegita’s Drug and Narwhal Destruction, Inc.”  He managed to do great things, such as remove all illegal drugs from the world, rehabilitate thousands of drug addicts, and wipe out a species of horned aquatic mammal…or so he thought.