(Apropos of nothing cut to oak-pandled robing chamber in the Old Bailey. Two Judges in full wigs and red robes enter.) Goten: (very camp) Oh, I've had such a morning in the High Court. I could stamp my little feet the way those QC's carry on.

Vegeta: (just as camp) Don't I know it, love

. Goten: Objection here, objection there! And that nice policeman giving his evidence so well - beautiful speaking voice ... well after a bit all I could do was bang my little gavel.

Vegeta: You what, love?

Goten: I banged me gavel. I did me 'silence in court' bit. Ooh! If looks could kill that prosecuting counsel would be in for thirty years. How did your summing up go?

Vegeta: Well, I was quite pleased actually. I was trying to do my butch voice, you know, 'what the jury must understand', and they loved it, you know. I could see that foreman eyeing me.

Goten: Really?

Vegeta: Yes, cheeky devil.

Goten: Was he that tall man with that very big... ? Vegeta: No, just a minute - I must finish you know. Anyway, I finished up with 'the actions of these vicious men is a violent stain on the community and the full penalty of the law is scarcely sufficient to deal with their ghasdy crimes', and I waggled my wig! Just ever so slightly, but it was a stunning effect.

Goten: Oh, I bet it was... like that super time I wore that striped robe in the Magistrates Court.

Vegeta: Oh, aye. (Fade out.)