Disclaimer: Dragonball Z isn't any property of mine.

Thanks again for the reviews. I got some nice positive feedback from last chapter, including some nice case ideas. If you've given me a case idea and you don't see it immediately, don't have a heart attack. Remember, a lot of the case ideas are my own, and yours, the good ones anyway, are just thrown onto the list I have. So, thanks for the case ideas, they are much appreciated. Now, on with the chapter.

OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM EIEIO AND ON THAT FARM HE HAD A CASE IDEA EIEIO WITH A "SEND ME IN PM FORMAT" HERE AND A- OH, YOU GET THE REST. THANK YOU.

(Today's Case: Goten is suing his father for abandoning him for seven full years. With ChiChi. Goku seriously needs to be hit in the face for doing that to the poor boy.

Plaintiff: Goten

Defendant: Goku)

Despite having no bailiff to announce his not-so-awaited arrival, Justin walked into the court and sat down, blah blah blah, you know the drill.

"Okay, I have to pick a new bailiff and jury today," Justin announced to the courtroom. "So, who's the bailiff going to be?"

For a small while, nobody raised their hand because they've been watching how Justin behaved with Perfect Cell. Finally, a hand raised up out of the crowd.

"Android 18? You want to be the bailiff?" Justin asked with amazement.

"Yeah, so?" Android 18 asked back.

"Well, it's not that it's bad or anything, I just figured you'd want Krillin to be the one to work instead of yourself."

"He is working, but I have to get a job now that Roshi has started charging extra rent over when the girls and I sued him."

"Did you try telling him that this court doesn't charge any fees?"

"He doesn't even remember how to spell 'fee,' sir."

"Okay, good, you're hired. Now, I've already decided on a jury. I've decided that, instead of having to pay 12 people minimum wage, we can get 3 people and charge THEM minimum wage! He he he! Oolong, Puar, and Chiaotzu, you're all hired!" Justin said, in a rather congratulatory voice.

"But, we didn't apply!" Chiaotzu complained.

"Listen, this could be your chance! These cases are put on the internet and hundreds of tens of people read this! You could be superstars! Autographs, sunglasses, your own luxury condo, imagine it! Suddenly, people remember you guys!"

"Really?" Oolong asked, stars emblazened in his piggy eyes.

"Yes, now the three of you get up here, we need to get this case started!"

Oolong, Puar, and Chiaotzu all walked into the jury booth, now with three comfy armchairs instead of twelve shitty chairs.

"Those armchairs cost a shit-ton, so, Puar, no sharpening of your claws. Oolong, no eating on the chairs. And don't start applying make-up on them, Chiaotzu." Justin instructed. "Okay, I have the case of the day in my hand. Today, Goten is suing Goku for leaving him with nobody but ChiChi, aka Breast-Father. And I say: About damn time, because Breast-Father is a mean bitch. Ha. Okay, enough of my lame humor. Send the plaintiff and defendant in."

Goten and Goku walked in and sat on opposite sides of the courtroom.

"Okay, Goten, tell us what the problem is." ordered Justin.

"Don't you already know?" asked 18.

"Yes, but it helps to get things started when you ask the plaintiff what the deal is." explained Justin. "Alright, you may speak, Goten."

"Dad left me with my mother! MY MOTHER! That's like taking your cow to a man that kills them!" Goten bitterly spat. Ew.

"Yes, it sort of is. Goku, give us your response." Justin told... you know, right?

"Goten, listen. The reason I left you with your mother is because, if I'd have stayed here to protect you, you wouldn't have grown up to be HALF as strong as you are now! You became a Super Saiyan at age 7 because of your mother!" Goku told his son.

"But I spent seven years not seeing you!" Goten protested.

"Yes, and you can know spend another ten years KNOWING me!" Goku remarked.

"Well, you- uh... mom, what else do I say?" Goten asked, turning toward the audience.

"What? Hey, Goten, what's going on?" Justin shouted at the small saiyan.

"Uh, mom was the one who wanted me to sue daddy. She tells me it's for money, or something. I'll get a toy if I do it right!" Goten said, excited.

An angry Breast-Father walked out of the crowd.

"Goten, you weren't supposed to TELL HIM!" Breast-Father barked at her little son.

"I'm sorry, mom!" Goten whimpered.

"You know what? This case is now voided, since this little bit of information has been brought to my attention. Jury, looks like you'll just have to wait until next case to actually do your duty. Breast Father, for this waste of the court's time I'm sentencing you to go to the same nursing home as Bulma." Justin declared.

"Does that mean I get to drag her there?" 18 asked.

"Yes, it certainly does."

18 smirked at Breast Father. "I think I'm going to like this job," 18 thought out loud as she dragged a VERY LOUD ANNOYING AND SCREAMING WOMAN out of court.

"Case dismissed, I'm going to go play some Grand Theft Auto: Vice City!"

THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND! THE END!