Author's Note: Even though I sent in numerous letters, phone calls, and e-mails, I have still not been able to claim and own the epic awesomeness that is Dragon Ball Z.
Another Note: This story is extremely out-of-character, so if you hate when authors make characters out-of-character, this is not the story for you.

Yamcha had had enough. Day after day of this, always appearing on screen as a weakling. It wasn't his fault, no, it was the writer's fault. I can't take it anymore. It's time that the public sees the truth…

The first scene started, but was interrupted by "Cut!" as Yamcha angrily stormed out from back stage and into the studio.

"I've had enough!" he shouted, "every time you distort the truth! You are feeding the public lies!"

The other members of the cast looked up and started to think. He's right; the directors don't portray us accurately.

"For example," Yamcha continued, "you always portray me as a weakling," meanwhile, he forms a giant blast of energy and hurls it towards another building, which it tore through and then proceeded to keep going.

Vegeta spoke up, "also, what about me? You always make me stuck-up and have an I'm-better-than-everyone personality. However, I am a kind soul and look up to Goku and other good souls who are stronger than me."

"Speaking of looking up to Goku," Goku began, "think of what you do to me? I'm always the strongest; I always have to come up with a new spirit bomb or level of super sayian in order to save the day. Also, I'm allowed to come back to life on a million different occasions. I'm not that powerful, in fact, I'm far from it."

"I'm also overpowered," Krillin pipes in, "in the show's context, I should be about as strong as Yamcha, yet I get to be leagues ahead of him."

"What about my intelligence? I am a very smart person, yet you make me stupid in the show. In fact," Goten says as he begins to solve a long mathematical equation.

"So?" Future Trunks complains, "I go back to the future, and you never see me again. What if something happened in my timeline? Does anyone care? You don't, but the fans do."

"Why can't I turn good like other villains did?" Cell says, "I am also kind-hearted and a wise being. There is no reason to be evil."

"So, as you can see, everyone agrees that our portrayals are unfair?" Yamcha addresses, "we could go on for hours, but we all have one question for you. What are you going to do about it?"

The director shrugs, "deal with it. Who cares about your thoughts? You're all unimportant, and can be replaced in the blink of an eye."

The DBZ characters become enraged. They take out pitchforks and torches, and start to mob the writers, "this is what you get," Yamcha laughs, "for years of cruelty. It is time that this comes to an end!"

Unbeknownst to anyone, the cameras had been rolling this whole time. Right then, live coverage of the event was being sent to TVs around the world. The fans looked on in horror at the evil acts the writers and directors had committed.

Soon, the studio lay in rubble. The smoldering remains scattered the area, yet the camera still stood. The fans didn't know what to think. What had happened? Why had the cast burst into a riot, when they could've quit? Only they know for sure.