Dis-claim-er - Neither I nor any of the other authors hold any rights or privileges to the characters used in this story. Copyright is given to the creators/holders where applicable. Only thing I (might) have any hold on is the idea to create this, and it's probably a jointly held idea anyway.
Sometimes…even the parodies get their due…and are full of win, depending on the author's view points...
"People vs. Vegeta, destruction of public property and disorderly conduct."
"Let's see... wow, that's a lot of property damage." Harry blinked. "Is this figure right?"
"Yes, your Honor, though to be fair," Dan explained, "if he hadn't destroyed half of downtown Manhattan trying to stop his fall, the damages would've been reduced considerably."
"Hey...Vegeta..."
"What, Nappa..."
"It's a girl!"
"Yes, Nappa, I'm well aware my defender is a girl..."
"I wonder what kind of bra she wears."
"Wow, he moves fast for a dead guy," Bull said to Roz as they watched the proceedings.
"Doesn't look like he moved fast enough, seein' as he's dead and all," Roz replied.
"I want to see your bra! Take it off!"
"Your Honor," Christine explained through gritted teeth, "My client was simply defending himself from attack by one...Squirrel Girl?"
Christine turned and looked rather bothered as she stared at Vegeta, "You lost to Squirrel Girl?"
"She surprised me…and she had a bunch of squirrels pinning me down and biting…oh the biting…" Vegeta shivered and rocked in his chair a bit.
"I think she had rabies or something, Vegeta."
"Quiet, Nappa."
"But she made you her..."
"NAPPA!"
"Biiiitch."
"Oh Goddamn it, Nappa!"
Christine cleared her throat, "Ahem, anyway, he was trying to recover from the aftermath of the attack."
"Aww! Come on! I wanna see your bra!"
"MR NAPPA! Please be quiet."
"Aww! You guys are no fun!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You guys need to make your cities more capable to stand up to attacks that can level mountains."
Nappa's eyes brightened. "Yeah! They're all made out of something weak... Like Paper Mache... Or Radditz..."
"Uh huh..." Harry agreed dubiously, "Counselors, could you please approach the bench?"
"Harry, if you don't do something about that big idiot, I might just pull a .44 out and shoot him between the legs."
"Christine, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have legs," Harry pointed out to her, "As far as I can tell, he's got a puff of smoke instead."
"I'll shoot him there anyway." She twitched. Even if he was a ghost, he had to feel *THAT*.
Dan coughed. "As much fun as it would be to see if you could, in fact, shoot a ghost, Harry needed to see us for something."
"Yes, I did," Harry agreed, "Why is Mr. Nappa with your client, Ms. Sullivan?"
"He said, and I quote... 'Vegeta, I'm haunting you.'."
"Is this going to be a problem for either of you, Dan? Christine?" Harry asked.
"Not really."
"I just wish he'd stop the sniping comments."
"Ooooh! Vegeta... There's a rat."
"Huh?"
"Right there... It's trying to eat the bald guy's shoe."
Everyone blinked and looked down at Bull's shoe. Sure enough, there was a rat... a HUGE rat, trying to eat his shoe.
"Now, Sal, we've talked about this," Bull reprimanded the dog-sized rat, "You don't eat my shoes, I don't try that recipe in that Survival Guide you came with."
"Squeak, sorry Bull, but I was hungry..."
"The rat can speak?" Vegeta blinked. Did he walk in the twilight zone?
"Bull, WHAT is going on here?"
"Oh! Sorry, sir. This is Sal. I found him one morning wandering the halls of my apartment complex," Bull explained cheerfully, "He had this book with him, too."
Bull reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog-eared, pockmarked and burnt copy of the Wasteland Survival Guide.
"I like him," Nappa cheered.
"You would." Vegeta grumbled rubbing his head. "Can we just get this over with? I'd rather be done with this before Kakarot decides to show up to annoy me."
"Question!"
Vegeta's eyes widened as he turned around. "Nooooo..."
"Can I have the rest of the pizza?" Goku asked as he held up what had to be the largest pizza that ANYONE, other than Vegeta, had seen in their lives.
"I'd call for order in the court, but I have a feeling we'd get a few requests," Harry sighed, "Alright, Mr. Vegeta, I think 30 days and as many hours of community service to repair the damage is sufficient."
"Fine, I'll leave right away." Vegeta glowed bright, blinding everyone as he flew up... and through the courtroom roof.
"Hey! Vegeta! Wait for me!" Both Goku and Nappa yelled as they flew up after him. And both left a hole in the ceiling.
"...How does a ghost leave a hole in the ceiling?" Harry asked no one in particular.
"No clue, but that pizza'll go stale if it isn't eaten." Mac pointed out.
"Let's take five everyone. Call the Nerima construction crews and someone take care of that pizza."
Oh, and because I totally forgot to add this to the People vs. Vegeta...
"NEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!"
Everyone in the courtroom turned to look at the massive green man wearing the white robe and turban.
"And proud of it, sir!" exclaimed Bull happily.
"Oh, Lord," Roz sighed, "Here we go."