Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is owned by some Japanese dude in Japan. Which means there's no way I can own DBZ because, if I did, it would probably be obvious that I was Japanese. Ohh. Burned.

Thanks to the reviewers again. Helps to know I have a few readers, at least.

PS. YOU KNOW WHAT PM STANDS FOR? P IS FOR "PLEASE DON'T" AND M IS FOR "MAKE ME BEAT YOUR ASS FOR NOT SUBMITTING CASE IDEAS IN PM FORMAT." THANK YOU.

(Today's Case: Bulma is suing Vegeta for abuse. About frickin' time... or is it?

Plaintiff: Bulma

Defendant: Vegeta)

"All rise for the dishonorable Judge Hazelton, who also works part time as a professional writer..." Cell paused for a second, then adds, "of CRAP!"

Justin walked into the room and sat down into the podium gadget thing and all the characters... well, they don't stand, but they sure do something.

"They must still be pissed because I made them rebuild this hellhole court." Justin said, smirking.

"Well, making Bubbles the Monkey help out and ending up with him being killed probably was no help." Cell noted.

"Who gives a shit?" Justin returned. "So, what's today's case?"

"Bulma is suing Vegeta for abuse." Cell read off his crumpled sheet of notebook paper made from the unholy flesh of Cthulhu.

"Dumb bitch shouldn't have married the prince of a race that kills people for snoring." Justin groaned at the idiocy of the case. "I mean, when the hell did she even develop a crush on the guy? And why..." Justin trailed off, deciding he didn't want to know. "Oh, well, send them in."

Bulma and a very fuming, pissed off Vegeta marched into the room.

"Cell, keep an eye out on Vegeta." Justin whispered. "He looks like he could strike at any moment."

"Uhh... okay." Cell shrugged.

"I heard that!" Vegeta yelled, pointing at Justin and Cell at the same time with one finger, the bad ass that he is.

"Okay, Bulma, what's this whole abuse thing about?" Justin asked Bulma.

"Ever cook a fish for your husband and have it thrown back at you because there was a bone in it?" Bulma asked shakily, obviously laying on the bullshit.

"I don't have a husband." Justin said back. "And, unless I still haven't confirmed my sexuality, I'm afraid I never will be able to relate to that."

"I suppose you won't." Bulma said, turning up her nose into the air.

"Her story is fake as hell!" Vegeta snapped. "She doesn't cook! Even Kakarot could cook better than her!"

"Yeah, that's ri- heeeeyyy..." Goku pouted, then stood up and left the court, presumably to look for Ramen guy.

"Well, it's true!" said Vegeta. "You ever have Kakarot make pancakes? They could double as frisbees! Now, imagine that, only 10 times worse. That's Bulma's cooking."

"Shut up, Vegetable Head." Bulma growled.

"Piss off, Blue Meanie!" Vegeta countered, having mastered the art of name-calling.

"Okay, it's obvious you two are having some deep issues-" Justin began.

"As deep as the cut that he etched into my cheek?" interrupted Bulma.

"I don't see any cut-"

"Not. That. Cheek." Bulma spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh... ohhhhh... now I get it." Justin said, nodding.

"That was an accident!" Vegeta quickly jumped to his own defense. "I transformed into a Super Saiyan while we were-"

"I don't want to hear the rest." Justin said, raising his hand for silence. "Okay, so this whole thing seems to be at a standstill, so we'll have to use the back-up plan. Either of you have a witness?"

"I have a witness!" Vegeta said, raising his hand. "I call my son, Trunks, to the stand."

The little boy Trunks from the Majin Buu saga walked into the room and stood in the witness stand, where you can't see anything of him but a few strands of hair and debris where the walls of space and time collapsed around him.

"Okay, Trunks, what do you have to say?" Justin asked.

"Uhh... just what my mom told me to say." Trunks stated.

"So... basically, you aren't really a witness?"

"What's a witness?"

"Did you see your dad abuse your mom?"

"He calls her names... when she isn't around."

"Okay, you may leave." Justin said, smirking. Trunks left the courtroom.

"Well, now we're right back to page 1." Justin said. "Jury, go ahead and make a decision."

"But we have no evidence-" One of the little Cells began.

"Has that ever stopped you before?"

"Nope." The Cell Jrs said together.

"Then go." Justin pointed to the jury room.

The Cell Juniors entered the decision room and walked back out after seven minutes.

"We the jury find the defendant not guilty due to lack of proof." The jury announced.

"Rgh!" Bulma grunted.

"Ha ha! I win." Vegeta mocked his wife.

"Case closed." Justin announced.

Everyone left the court except for Bulma and Imperfect Cell, who was sitting in the audience.

"Well, that worked well, Piccolo." Imperfect Cell jeered.

Fake Bulma morphed into Piccolo.

"I thought for sure the butt scar would work." Piccolo growled.

"I was so close to having my punishment revoked." Imperfect Cell whined.

"How was this supposed to help you get a repeal?" Piccolo asked.

"...I'm not sure. Guess I didn't think that one out-"

"HEY!" An aide screamed, bursting through the doors.

"OH SHI-"

THE END

(Next Case: Dragonball Z Girls VS. Master Roshi)