Anyway, the Great SaiyaPolice Force of Great Saiyacity are onto Goku and the others! Now what?

"...We need to see your official Saiyacity licenses that prove you people are not intruders," Cell said in a threatening tone.

Goku quickly tried to think of a way out of this. 'Hmm...I could kill them, or force them to eat hot crab stew. I like the former idea better!'

Suddenly, before Goku start bashing some heads, Vegeta stepped up to the (probably) mind-controlled former villains and held out a single card. "Lookie here. Proof that I am a citizen of the Great Saiyacity..."

Cell took the card, and he and Frieza stared at it for a while. Then, they both glanced up at Vegeta and asked, "Your name is McLovin?"

'HIS NAME IS MCLOVIN?!' Goku, Tien, Yamcha and Krillin thought in surprise.

"Well, I guess you're alright," Cell replied, "But...what about those four? They're obviously illegal intruders!"

Holding up a palm, Vegeta said, "Hold on. Those four are guests of mine I invited into the city myself. They are good friends who live in smaller cities far away..."

"Oh? And what are their names?" Frieza asked.

"That's Leeroy Jenkins," Vegeta said, pointing to Goku.

"That's Dramatic Chipmunk," Vegeta said, pointing at Tien, who then turned his head to face them with wide eyes.

"That's LOLCat," Vegeta said, pointing to Yamcha.

"...And that's Fred Fredburger." Vegeta finished, pointing at Krillin.

Krillin gasped. 'I'M...I'M A ANNOYING DEMON NOW?! I WANTED TO BE HAMPSTER DANCE!'

"So, you see, officers," Vegeta continued, "These are not the droids you're looking for."

Cell nodded, but then asked, "Do they have licenses, though? Anyone who goes through the guest registration center is given a provisional license to provide them access into the city."

"...You got me. BOOK ME, COPPAS!" Vegeta sighed.

"DAMMIT, VEGETA!"

Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, Cell was about to arrest Vegeta when two figures landed behind him and knocked him out with a single karate chop to the neck. Then, while Frieza and Android 17 were distracted by Cell's sudden defeat, they were knocked unconscious as well.

"Oh my goodie goodie gushy gosh, it's-" Krillin exclaimed, but then Tien knocked him out.

It was Future Trunks and Piccolo...except Piccolo had a toothbrush moustache A.K.A Hitler moustache.

"Aye, crikey! You blokes got me so flustered I was whistlin' dixie!" Future Trunks snapped in a false Australian accent.

Leaning over to Yamcha, Tien whispered, "Hey...why does he talk so funny?"

"I think he's stupid or something." Yamcha replied back.

Suddenly, Piccolo walked up to the two of them, and snarled. Then, he reached into his pocket...and pulled out an egg.

"IT'S AN EGG!" sang beautiful voices from heaven above.

Glaring at a frightened Yamcha and Tien, Piccolo snarled, "I PITY THE FOOL...WHO MESS WIT DIS EGG!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!"

Goku was about to say something when Future Trunks suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and snapped, "BUGGER! LISTEN TO ME, MATE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT'S GOING DOWN IN THIS BLIMEY YORKTOWN! NO WORRIES!"

"Stop being so Italian, dang it!! Plus, you're using British catchphrases too, ya know!" Goku cried, kicking Future Trunks away in a hurry. We're gonna just call him 'Trunks' for now, okay?

"Listen to me, you wankers," Trunks said, "We're running out of time! Galaxian Lord Son Gohan is hosting a ritual tonight...where he is going to sacrifice a prostitute to open the gateways of true hell!"

"...Who's the prostitute?" Krillin asked with a perverted smirk.

"It's #18."

"...I knew it..."

Goku shrugged and started to walk away. "What does it matter to us, anyway? Gohan's old enough now to decide what he wants to do...so let him!"

Trunks took a step forward and exclaimed, "YES, BUT...WHAT IF BRA AND PAN GET TO HIM FIRST?!"

Goku stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head to build dramatic effect. "W...What?"

"You see," Trunks explained, "Bra and Pan have not lost their memories...their rage for having their wish stolen by Gohan drives them to obtain revenge. In layman's terms, they want to kick his ass. Hard."

"Uh...isn't Pan Gohan's daughter, though? Besides, Gohan's stronger than both of them by far!" Krillin replied.

Goku shook his head. "No...listen, if there's two things I know that will drive fear into anyone, even something as powerful as a Super Saiyan 4, it's Vegeta after he sees you eating his bacon right in front of him...and angry lesbians. Not even I can stand such an assault!"

Tien thought about it, and then cried, "OH CRAP...GOHAN'S GONNA GET KILLED! WE GOTTA SAVE HIM!"

"HELL YEAHZ WE GOTTA!" Goku exclaimed, and then he and the others flew off, leaving Trunks and Piccolo behind.

"But...Gohan is the villain, you bloody wankers..." Trunks muttered in despair.

Meanwhile, Piccolo was happily rolling his egg around on the floor. "Egg...egg...egg..."

Suddenly, a foot came out of nowhere and crushed the egg.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...YES!"

Meanwhile...

Majin Boo felt rather pleased as he watched the few surviving Oompa Loompas finish building a chocolate statue of himself in his honor. Now the new heir to the Chocolate Factory, the evil djinn had transformed it into a giant fortress, occupied by slaves who have no choice but to do his bidding or die by having a plate of hash browns smashed into their faces.

"S...Sir Boo?"

Majin Boo glanced down from upon his chocolate throne and glared at the Oompa Loompa who had addressed him.

"What is it?" Boo snarled.

"S...S...Someone's here to s-see you..." the Oompa Loompa replied.

Majin Boo scoffed and barked, "Whatever! Bring him in! I don't give a flickin' damn! Do it now!"

Nodding, the Oompa Loompa quickly ran out into the hallway, and then returned with a certain someone following close behind. Majin Boo gasped and stood up, his glass of chocolate milk slipping from his hands and shattering on the floor.

"No...no...it can't be...it's...it's not possible..."

"Yes! IT IS I!" exclaimed the visitor...who happened to be Majin Boo's mother. She looked just like him, only she wore a dress, wig and lipstick.

'My life...is over...' Majin Boo thought in despair.