Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, but I may consider renting it in the distant future.

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(Today's Case: Trunks and Bra are suing the HELL out of their mother for abuse.

Plaintiff: Trunks and Bra

Defendant: Bulma)

"All rise for the most classy individual this side of Beavis and Butthead!" Cell ordered.

Justin walked with a distinct pessimism into the courtroom and to his podium thing to take a seat.

"Okay, Cell, what's today's clogged pipe of idiocy that I am forced to drain out?" Justin sighed, head in hands.

"Today, you are draining out Trunks and Pan's pipe against Bulma."

"What did Bulma do to them?"

Cell looked down at his paper, which smelled of elephant vomit and look worse than that. "Abuse, apparently."

"Interesting." Justin mused, sitting up a little bit. "It's not the DBGT version, is it?"

"No, it's him during the 10-year gap between Z and GT."

"That's fine with me. Send them in."

On cue, Trunks and Bulma walked to their little desks and prepared for another fantastic whine-fest.

"Alright, Trunks, what's your case?" Justin asked.

"Me and Pan are SO SICK and SO TIRED of going to school every day and being picked on because of our mother!" Trunks bitched almost inhumanly.

"Okay, so, what did your mother do to put you under all this abuse?" Justin asked, patience already withered.

"These lame-ass names!" Trunks spat. "I'm tired of being asked if I want to go swimming in the hallways every single day by some idiot football jock, and I'm also tired of having to beat up every kid who asks my sister if she would take her BRA off for them! It's enough to make you sick."

"He he, priceless," chuckled Justin.

"He he, priceless," echoed Vegeta.

"Bulma, give your response." Justin ordered to the defendant.

"First of all, I'm not going to change their names, it's a tradition that was started by my great-great grandfather, Boxer Briefs!" Bulma began, inciting muffled laughs from some members of the audience (Vegeta). "Second of all, Trunks is toughened up when he has to take on all those kids at school! Sometimes I worry about that boy, he's always in that room playing that Dungeons and Dragons game and listening to that band with the castrated lead singer-"

"It's RUSH, mother," Trunks interrupted, "and the lead singer's name is GEDDY LEE! WHAA!"

"See, this is what I mean," Bulma said with exasperation. "If you ask me, Trunks needs to be one of those "football jocks" he hates so much! He'd be great at it, and Bra would make a great model, if she'd grow a goddamn chest..."

"Hey, wait, I thought the girl's name was Bulla." Justin said dully, already knowing the answer.

"Nope, her real name is Bra."

"Okay, then, FUNimation lies to the world again."

"I have a witness!" Trunks yelled suddenly.

"Wow, we haven't had a witness in a long time," said the now more interested judge.

"I call my sister, Bra, to the stand."

Bra wandered in and stood inside the witness stand/litterbox.

"Why am I, like, standing in cat litter and stuff?" Bra asked, disturbed.

"Well, since we haven't had a witness in a long while, I agreed to let Cell use it as a litterbox for his Kitty." Justin explained, much to the embarrassment of his softie bailiff.

"Whatever." Bra waved it off. "So, anyways, we always, like, have to deal with a bunch of mean jerks talking to us all, like, weird and stuff. Even the teacher is all like, 'ha ha, he he, ho ho,' when she calls our names in roll. And it's all because mom, like, insists on naming us after underpants."

"Aren't you a little old to be talking like a stupid valley girl?" Justin growled.

"Oh my God, like, shut up! You're, like, so mean and stuff!"

Justin groaned. "Okay, jury, make your decision."

The jury walked in and out of the jury room with a verdict. It took less than a minute, if you were wondering.

"We, the jury, find the defendant guilty, along with old and senile."

"Okay, then I sentence Bulma to live in the nursing home, due to her old age." Justin sneered, banging the gavel.

"Well, I never," Bulma pouted, arms crossed.

"She's still pretty young in bed! Whoooo!" Vegeta yelled from the back.

"Thanks for the support, you shithead!" Bulma screamed without even turning around.

"Okay, haul her to the nursing home; we need to make sure she gets there in time for bingo!" Justin said, mockingly cheerful.

A bunch of nurses came into the court and stuck old Bulma in a wheelchair to run her to the good ol' wrinkle bin.

"Um, Justin, isn't this going to create some kind of plot hole in DBGT?" Cell asked, hating to bring up GT.

"GT has so many damned plot holes already, who would notice?" Justin growled.

"YAY, WE'RE FREE!" Trunks and Bra screamed together.

"Yes, you are, now run, run home and don't look back! Oh, and watch out for old Slugworth!" Justin yelled as they ran for the back.

Trunks and Bra ran right back home, Vegeta following behind them.

"Case closed, I'm gonna go argue with some fat nerd of a goofy message board!"

THE END!