<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048</id><updated>2011-11-25T05:58:30.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Days  ( The Memoirs of two guys named Trunks.)</title><subtitle type='html'>If I'm going to be stuck in this timeline I get a say on what the blog is called 

  Happy now Alternate Future me? 

 Yes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-8571318433918761658</id><published>2010-06-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:52:04.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do my sisters do this to me?</title><content type='html'>Yes Mirai is Mirai is gone away! That means my blog is mine again the blog I rarely update... um yeah any way being engaged means I don't get to sleep around like I did when I was single. But hey I still get to look at magazines,, I mean Marron gets to stare at whatever dude is on the movies or what ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was excited about this month's issues of Bikini Heroine, especially since Playhero is is forever ruined for me by the time Bra was the cover girl. I've been hearing everyone say that this issues cover girl for Bikini Heroine is a hot little 18year old number. I can't wait to see. I open the the envelope., and ..... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/TA3K4KiOBKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQwoncgG3g8/s1600/Bikini+Vel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/TA3K4KiOBKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQwoncgG3g8/s200/Bikini+Vel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480259387829126306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Not another sister! Oh Crap! That bikini... it looks like it's painted on Ugh! I think I'm going to be sick. I should talk to my parents about controlling their daughters, ugh! Well there's another magazine ruined for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-8571318433918761658?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/8571318433918761658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=8571318433918761658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8571318433918761658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8571318433918761658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-do-my-sisters-do-this-to-me.html' title='Why do my sisters do this to me?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/TA3K4KiOBKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQwoncgG3g8/s72-c/Bikini+Vel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1163997804492222362</id><published>2010-04-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:43:03.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you can go home again finale.</title><content type='html'>Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the techno wizard Galen ponders a reality not his own. He, and his familiar, had returned to this world from theirs to find everything even the pasts of people they loved had completely changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Half of Justice’s family doesn't even know who she is, and the saiyans were never involved with the war of the Corru." He reads through a list of changes chronicled by a detective known to him only as The Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too many of these alterations are things that would never have been affected by Mirai, and Vampirella never dating." The wizard muses. “As if something was granting the deepest desires of the beings most likely to change everything back. So they would not attempt to change it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Galen retires to his study to perform a spell that would reveal the truth, and before him a  creature that has taken many Guises over the centuries appears before him .  In his reality it became the Ultimate Shadow, in another, the future version Of Superboy Prime. Bu Galen has come to know it as the Time Trapper. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S8P1BDety1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tH-FObvFPB0/s1600/Time+trapper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S8P1BDety1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tH-FObvFPB0/s200/Time+trapper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476571765984082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So Techno Mage you've discovered my  hand in all of this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why?" Galen asks in anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Really?" You ask that after foiling my plans, revenge. I afflicted Mirai with insanity, and have punished him over, and over even after the reboot. But now I've taken him off the playing board. I saved his reality from destruction, and have now returned him to it. He'll never interfere with me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your little lover Justice, never had a father, and her brother, and her have a distaste for saiyans  after  the way Trunks broke up with Vampirella In fact it's so bad That  her friend  and almost sister in the other Universe Vella Briefs is her bitter enemy, maybe one day one will kill the other  on that day I'll reveal their true relationship to Justice just to punish her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for you Techno mage you get to watch your lover be defeated by the Corru, or by Vella, and know that in the original reality she won, but in this one her army is too weak, she is too weak  and if you try to change reality back the most powerful heroes here will fight you to preserve what they know as true, and believe me as powerful as you may be  they will destroy you.  Bruce Cain has no more interest in time travel so he is no longer in my way. Enjoy being powerless to stop me this time Galen HAHHAHAHAAHAHA! No matter what you do I win. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the entity vanishes Galen slams his fist into onto a table the mocking laughter of the Time Trapper ringing in his ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of epilogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wake up in a dark stale space ship my dad, is screaming at SS5 level along with Cabain, Trunks and Bra they’re all attached to these machine draining their power. It's hard to fathom this when the last thing I remember was being swarmed by robots, the more I destroyed the more came at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I'm here staring and what looks a bit like Freeza's head wired into some kind of computer console. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah so he’s awakened. You don't know me, I am called Cooler.  But you saiyan, you’re Vegeta’s son aren’t you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spit in his face. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Where are Cass, and my mother, and her um... sister?"  Don't really want to explain the mother from the past timeline thing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah the human females my other selves found you with they were of no consequence so I left them. It's only the saiyans I wanted; it’s because of one of you monkeys I'm in the shape you see before you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He goes on explaining in some long drawn out story how Goku blasted him into space.  and this bunch of space junk that somehow gained intelligence gathered him into itself , and how h is mind took over the so called " Big Gete Star, and how  went from planet to planet for last decades stealing technology, and upgrading  the star until he thought he was ready to get his revenge on Goku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “Sorry but Goku died of a heart virus right after I was born, you're a bit too late for revenge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The cybernetic sibling of Freeza sputters, then regains his composure.  " Well then  If I can't kill Goku "I'll just have to  content my self with destroying the planet he loved so much, and draining the powers of what's left of his pitiful species."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While he goes on ranting I telepathically ask why the Hell my Father and the others keep using up their energy.  “This is how Me, and the Clown defeated him in our timeline boy we overloaded the Big Gete Star!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't think that's going to work this time since, in this reality he had a lot more time to upgrade the Big Gete Star luckily  he left Stormcutter.  Right where I can see it I command it to unleash a hell of a storm right there in the control room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A lightning bolt hits a control panel freeing all of us saiyans, and the others do what saiyans do... Attack. Cooler sics an army of robots, including Meta Coolers.  My Father, sister, and brothers blast the real deal, and their blasts are deflected by a force field, although the deflected ki does cause more damage to the instruments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Trunks, Cabain! I have a plan, keep the robots off me while I concentrate with Storm Cutter!" I command. Trunks is about to say something before Cabain shoves him into the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I concentrate on the  on Storm Cutter Father ,  attacks Cooler only to get mobbed,  by  mechanoids, as the battle continues the others destroy  quite a few robots but are also overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever your planning monkey, it's useless.  Your family has been crushed, and your trick sword won't help you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk that's where you’re wrong you see Stromcutter creates all kinds of storms not just thunderstorms, out here, in space, there’s a lot of cosmic energy that I just unleashed into a storm here, in the big Gete star!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Soon everything began  blowing up as I directed the storm  the last of Cooler's  machines were eliminated and w his barrier went down, my family didn't hesitate to blast the cyborg into oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ship itself was still a danger.  So I open a portal with the magic sword, and use hurricane force winds to push my family back to Earth.   Finally I unleash the storm's full power to completely atomize the Big Gete star I then scatter them across space with solar winds before going into the portal myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the other side I see that Cass, and the two versions of my mother, are alright if a bit bruised. we told the story of how We defeated Cooler, and the Big Gete Star  , and that the robots are gone for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Young Mother spit that's great, and all, but the emote to the Phase Dimensional Vortex is broken looks like we’re going to be stuck here until I can build another one."  The older Mother grins “With my help it'll be done in no time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Father pulls me aside " You know boy, I could have defeated Cooler, at anytime…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slap my palm to my head.  " " Whatever you say father..." I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He interrupts me “Look boy it was important you get the win, you see the heroes here need a leader that's you. If I had done it they would be yanking me out of my own reality every time a crisis came up but since you got the win." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You think I'm going to stay here?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hmph. Don't try to kid, a kidder  as the Earthlings say. You weren't content at   my time. I see the way you, and this world's Cassandra look at each other, a way the one back home would never look at you, besides they need you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's right they do need me here, and this is my home, my true home. “Thanks Old Man, but I still don't think you could have done it without me, and speaking of your home... "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I use Stormcutter to open a portal back to his timeline.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sweet! We don't have to wait months for Mom to build a portal machine!" Bra shouts hugging me  before she jumps in .  “I’ll miss you Mirai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trunks shakes my hand. “You’d better come to my wedding."  He smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m just a portal away me." I smile, Young mother hugs me, almost crying before walking back home Dad just nods his head at me playing "cold Saiyan Warrior" act to till the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After he walks through I close it, look at Cass, Mother, and Cabain. "We have a world to rebuild where do we start?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1163997804492222362?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1163997804492222362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1163997804492222362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1163997804492222362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1163997804492222362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-you-can-go-home-again-finale.html' title='sometimes you can go home again finale.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S8P1BDety1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tH-FObvFPB0/s72-c/Time+trapper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-9215392457297090893</id><published>2010-02-15T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:06:50.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Sometimes you can go home again pt2</title><content type='html'>The last few days I've been fighting alongside Cabain, and Cassandra to free the last of humanity from alien automatons that've taken over in the time I was in the other timeline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have to say I'm liking this no Civil Wars. Or registration acts, and multiple shades of grey. Just simple black and white. Save humans from evil robots. Nice and simple like the last couple of years of life never happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Brother stop day dreaming, and help with this battle!" Cabain shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cass was just being her normal quiet self, and kicking robot ass well if they had asses, and getting the people out of there.  But a blast almost takes her odout we all turn to see this. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S2_EMaG1HgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3g-ncN0nlHI/s1600-h/36423513629535meta_cooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S2_EMaG1HgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3g-ncN0nlHI/s200/36423513629535meta_cooler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435778992704921090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ' Bah Another machine so what?" Cabain shouts charging toward the  the thing that slaps him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Another saiyan but not the one I returned to this planet to kill."  This thing declares as it casually slaps away Cabain. Cass dodges another blast.  I turn Super saiyan , and try tocut this thing down to size, and get my face ground into the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well trunks I believe we both should go to full power!" Cabin  demands we both transform, and Cabain looks at me with Jealousy. "That power level.. I thought we were equal!" he gripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll show you how to get at Super saiyan five later now attack the robot." We both Attack and are both slapped away.  It bombards us both with blasts. While Cabain charges it again getting into a fist fight with it I charge up my ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Cabain is tossefd away I fire a Final Flash. The robot's head, and torso are blown off. ' Where did you learn that?"  Cabain asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Our Father taught it to me." I explain, and this odd look comes on his face. But I didn't have much chance to think about his hurt feelings when the mechanical being put itself back together. After being shattered into dozens of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Cabain blasted it over, and over until finally I used Stormcutter, and summoned lightning down to finally finish it.  Cabain snorts" You could have left some of it for your mother to study so we can find out what it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The way that thing kept reforming it's best to just destroy it." I explain.  “He’s right." Cassandra says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! Of course you'd agree with him! You've been hot in you pants for him ever since you met him."  Cabain growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass blushes while I just shake my head. " Cabain let's just get the people out of here, before anymore machines show up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That night I did wonder about the machine... it looked like a manlier Freeza.  Why would someone build that? As I'm thinking that, I sense someone sneaking  into my room.  I grab my sword ready to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You don't need that I'm unarmed. And... not wearing anything.  I turn on the lights , and It's Cass wearing nothing. "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Cassandra we can't ... You''re with my brother Vincent in the other reality." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She looks confused " Vincent? Who’s that? Your mother said Cabain is your only brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, My father died in this timeline before he could conceive, Bra, Vincent, or Vella. And Father had an affair with Cabain's mother supposedly before I was born.  There is no Vincent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What happened next was probably the best night in my life, Then it kept happening over the next few weeks in between fighting robots, and saving what's left of the human population then this morning the day after Valentine's Day something odd happened We were, at Breakfast I was snuggling  with Cass, And Cabain was staring in disgust as his wife Karen wanted him to be more affectionate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A gravelly voice came from the entrance to our hide out  one that made mother drop her coffee shattering on the floor. " Well Mirai looks as if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabain  gets into battle stance. “Who are you? What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Is that anyway to treat your father Cabain?" He smirks. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S3ozMtbWLkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qx1HRp1lP-U/s1600-h/Vegeta+happy..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S3ozMtbWLkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qx1HRp1lP-U/s200/Vegeta+happy..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438715793449037378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" V... Vegeta?" Mom asks her voice a mix of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How is this possible Father died in this reality there's no Dragonballs to bring him back but that is him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC IN Vegeta's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-9215392457297090893?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/9215392457297090893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=9215392457297090893' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9215392457297090893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9215392457297090893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2010/02/mirai-sometimes-you-can-go-home-again.html' title='Mirai: Sometimes you can go home again pt2'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/S2_EMaG1HgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3g-ncN0nlHI/s72-c/36423513629535meta_cooler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-848324007875143960</id><published>2009-12-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:01:32.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Sometimes you can go home again PT 1</title><content type='html'>I was sitting. In Trunks' house being annoyed by him. “Dude you should let it go, I mean she's with our brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I groan “Your Brother, not mine, did you forget I'm from an alternate future?  Look I'm just attracted to her, I’m not going to break up Cass, and Vincent, I'm not that kind of man!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He gives me a look " Hmmm Warrior woman, dark hair kind of different than a normal person hmmmm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What hmmm?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I think you have thing for Vampirella."   He smirks like his version of father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Look it didn't work out between you, and her why would it work between me, and her?  Those odd dreams I had about being married to her, and raising her kids turned to nightmares. No way am I pursuing that in real life, besides a woman with two kids no way!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Hahahahaha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grumble at that “What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You may be more angsty, a better fighter and all but under the cool guy act you're still me aren't you?" Trunks Says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sigh “Yes I am you, and I shouldn't be here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks confused. “I invited you here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No I meant this Universe this time, I've been getting antsy. Like I want to go home... but home isn't there anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Marron comes in from another room, and jumps in Trunks' lap talks about their wedding then blabs about getting Vincent, and Cassandra to have a double wedding since  Vegeta of this Universe’s mother decided to declare them married. Bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave and do the one adult thing to do in this situation. I go to Crime Alley bar, and drink myself stupid.  While I'm there some green creature gets in my face. I remember him from SHIELD files, The Abomination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyW5MThsXdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-NbUH9_ILyE/s1600-h/abomination69903363151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyW5MThsXdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-NbUH9_ILyE/s200/abomination69903363151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414937748034051538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You.  You're a saiyan! Wait I know you, you’re the brother to that little witch that put me in prison!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I roll my eyes. “I’m an only child my dad died when I was a baby." Well that's not exactly true Father had himself a little fling  and had a son named Cabain, but he's dead with my Universe, even though there is a Cabain here too, he's a lot better than the one I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Naw You’re the brother of that wench that used her ring to defeat me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh "Vella wasn't a lantern then you were beaten up by a little girl. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I fought the Hulk you bastard you respect me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk "let me guess who won in that fight, not you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He throws a slow punch. That I block then I throw one that knocks him out of the door literally too bad it knocked the door, and half the wall away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He drunkenly staggers to his feet. “Really you can't beat a little adolescent female half saiyan what makes you think you can mess with a full grown male eh freak? Not only that I'm the third strongest saiyan on the planet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He swings more lumbering haymakers.  I cut his head off with Stormcutter but well I'm not my father I just throw a palm thrust to his neck. Ads he grabs his neck I knee him in the mouth he flies into several cars crushing them  do they have insurance for ugly Godzilla rejects smashing into them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Soon I'm surrounded by cops.  “Freeze put your hands up!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A famailar voice says “wait he's a bounty hunter, and my brother, my guess is he's trying to get the big reward on the Abomination!"  I turn my gaze to this Universe’s Cabain, and his partner  Officer Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXD9qc5mMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DmtMkdP02AE/s1600-h/thenewdynmicduo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXD9qc5mMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DmtMkdP02AE/s200/thenewdynmicduo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414949591117830338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They take the knocked out Abomination And I'm given a check. Cabain looks concerned. “What was this really about Mirai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And why do you smell like a distillery?" Dragon adds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mirai! Mirai! I can't even use my real name! My name is Trunks!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cabian growls “not again, he gets like this every once in awhile." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah but is the fading like a ghost normal?"  Dragon queries.  Next thing I know there's a bright flashing light, and I'm in what looks like a cave. Cabain glares over me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXHbME7ijI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TZHf0VMPSuU/s1600-h/CELS%2520184%2520(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXHbME7ijI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TZHf0VMPSuU/s200/CELS%2520184%2520(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953396895189554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What the how drunk was I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not sure you want to talk about that little brother since your mother would not like it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My head is spinning "little" brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My thinking about that is interrupted when I hear a squeal “I knew it! All this time they told me to give up on him, that Trunks had died in the past! But I knew he was still alive!  A mother knows the things!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXJdY8sldI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c-QiHY7X1TY/s1600-h/180px-FutureBulma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXJdY8sldI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c-QiHY7X1TY/s200/180px-FutureBulma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414955633733309906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Mother? No it can't be my reality is dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She gives me, an odd look " Huh? The past time line must have somehow gotten out of phase with this one  so it wasn't in the same place relative to this timeline, No wonder you've been lost for three years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A beautiful woman of European and Asian decent looks bewildered. “Was any of that English?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cabain Shrugs “She always talks like that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let me guess your Girlfriend?"  I ask Cabain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What! No I'm married sand not to her!! This is one of the freedom fighters here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She smiles “My name is Cassandra." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My eyes go wide it’s odd I didn't notice the bat on her shirt,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXL-896OtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U1Np1RKyBWM/s1600-h/Cass+ie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyXL-896OtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U1Np1RKyBWM/s200/Cass+ie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414958409361013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's she's older about 26 or 27. “You’re very handsome." She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He gets that from my side of the family."  Mother smirks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cabain growls. “We can't stay in the Batcave much longer the androids will be coming soon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Androids I destroyed them!"  I protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not Gero's these are alien." Mother adds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A group of mechanical beings smashes through the cave walls.  Cabain blasts a few While Cassandra smashes a few with her skills. , and mother fires at a bunch of lasers at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I'm confused about everything else using my sword on androids is one thing that comes second nature. I transform to SS4  slice, and dice, several but I can see that they're are going to overwhelm us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I call on Stormcutter's power. A small hurricane knocks all the droids together, and I destroy them with a giant lightning bolt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother gasps as we I grab her, and Cass and we fly outta there. With Cabain behind us. “Thor’s hammer was turned into a sword?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah I have a lot to explain, and seems you guys do as well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cass smiles at me “I like the way you move."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait until I'm at least a few feet away before you flirt with my son please."  Mother teases.   I can't believe this am I really back home? I this some kind of trick? If it's a dream don't wake me. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-848324007875143960?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/848324007875143960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=848324007875143960' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/848324007875143960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/848324007875143960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirai-sometimes-you-can-go-home-again.html' title='Mirai: Sometimes you can go home again PT 1'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SyW5MThsXdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-NbUH9_ILyE/s72-c/abomination69903363151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-5280696409245640454</id><published>2009-04-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:00:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai  Battle royal ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/04/battle-royal-baby.html"&gt;My little brother Vincent, his girlfriend, and Superboy were all eliminated.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra was busy gloating over eliminating Vincent that she didn't notice Trunks behind her. Trunks gave her a Ki wedgie and while she was cussing up a storm he kicks her out of the ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ha! It's just you, and me Goku." Trunks grins. And turns SS5.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SeQTg4faU6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ThRHqv-Txec/s1600-h/SS5+trunks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SeQTg4faU6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ThRHqv-Txec/s200/SS5+trunks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324402115099644834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to charge Goku when I hit him with a Burning Attack. it khe's surprised by it and flies out of the ring. " Heh forgot I was in the ring didn't you "bro" guess I know what it's like to be Cabain now." I turn to Goku " you will get to fight a Trunks but this imitation you'll face the real Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know Mirai that doesn't really sound like you." Goku gasps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I really don't know what I'm supposed to sound like anymore. Haven't known who I was since I died really, but I've decided I'm not going to pretend I 'm who I used to be anymore." I shrug and fire a blast a Goku We both transform to SS5 Lucky for the crowd the two of us have control over the form unlike all my younger siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start off slow testing each others reflexes and skill. Finally we start getting serious. Throwing our best attacks. Finally he starts using Instant Transmission to teleport around me appearing behind me and striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I command Stormcutter to shock him next time he appears. After that he whines " That's not fair you used a weapon!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You used teloprtation!" I growl punching him square in the jaw. He recovers but not before I toss a Finisher Buster to well.. finish him off. He dodges it and fires a Kamehamaha at me I dodge it and the damn thing turns around and slams me in the back. Out of desperation I hit Goku with a another blast of lightning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After huge explosion I'm Knocked into the ring blacking out Goku falls outside of the ring he can still get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Winner Mirai Briefs!" the announcer ... um announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not fair! He used a magic sword! And look at him he's knocked out and I'm okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You fell out of the ring! Mirai wins and do you have proof he used a magic sword?" The ref Asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No he commands it telepathically it's right over there being held by Bulma!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed at that. I finally was able to get up again when I hear father's voice. " Well Boy Looks like you get to fight me for the belt eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SeQygzfOkrI/AAAAAAAAADs/t80KqoVmn2Y/s1600-h/Veg+Avatar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SeQygzfOkrI/AAAAAAAAADs/t80KqoVmn2Y/s200/Veg+Avatar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324436198617158322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to be hurt worse than the Clown hurt you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gotta Love being his son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-5280696409245640454?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/5280696409245640454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=5280696409245640454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/5280696409245640454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/5280696409245640454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirai-battle-royal-ends.html' title='Mirai  Battle royal ends.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SeQTg4faU6I/AAAAAAAAADk/ThRHqv-Txec/s72-c/SS5+trunks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-7900800882492730745</id><published>2009-03-31T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:09:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boudakai round 1 ends. Trunks , and Mirai</title><content type='html'>Mirai Trunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the locker room area waiting for my name to be announced. I keep my eyes down to avoid the glares from other contestants But I can still hear them. The normal " He's only here because he's half alien or "Vegeta's son" is normal from those who aren't good enough to have actually made it into the tournament. If Cass Cain a human, and Logan a mutant with slight superpowers could have made it in then could have too if they worked harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more annoying ones are the Ones saying " Broke Vampirella's heart.. abandoned his children..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female British accent breaks my meditation. " So Mr Briefs, why haven't you told anyone the truth?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to see a woman with purplelish hair I think she's an X-man.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdLbReXV6iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DoVtT3OuSyA/s1600-h/Psylocke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdLbReXV6iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DoVtT3OuSyA/s200/Psylocke.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555203133205026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're a telepath aren't you didn't your teacher tell you to keep put of peoples heads?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When people start acting unlike their very natures it makes me curious. You're not the same man mentally that married Vampirella. You're almost a completely different person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " yeah I died, and came back but my memories only went so far. i was thinking I was seventeen for a while there, I had my memories returned by a creepy dude called the Watcher but I had no emotional connection to them. it was like watching some one Else's life. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And you tried to pretend to be the father, and husband you were before..." She starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yeah and I screwed that up probably messes up those kids lives. But at some point I just couldn't pretend anymore. So I broke it off how do you tell someone wh thinks they're your wife that you have no feelings for them, and that you would rather fight Cell than be near her annoying kids? Everyone makes excuses for me Father thinks I'm being mind controlled Everyone else thinks Vince's red lantern ring did something to me when it created an evil version of me which oddly seems to have the emotions of my former self but twisted. because of that damned ring I had this freaky fever dream where my old Master Gohan put me on a quest to become myself again, and I fought my evil self... that never happened since I woke up, and found nothing changed. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That was lot to absorb there." Psylocke shakes her head. " Maybe you should tell people this instead of moping? Whatever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin at her. " hey would you like to get a drink?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry I'm here with someone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This growling voice comes out from the corner. " Hey Betts let's the the Flamin' hell outta here. Whatta waste O' my time I didn't even get ta fight with Veg Head." Wolverine gives me a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdL49vq9VbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SYYa6f_uSpY/s1600-h/Logan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdL49vq9VbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SYYa6f_uSpY/s200/Logan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587849530332594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are ya gawkin' at bub?" he growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nothing." I shrug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yer damn right nothin." he Looks over to Psylocke. " Let's go darlin'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get why that furry short freak gets the girls. oh well I don't have time to think of that anymore. My name is called. I got lucky It was just the Thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdbMru7D84I/AAAAAAAAAGs/mPHEA7_Gs8k/s1600-h/thing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdbMru7D84I/AAAAAAAAAGs/mPHEA7_Gs8k/s200/thing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665061487014786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whattya smilin' at ya long haired galoot?" the Thing gruffs while hitting me in the nose it hurt yeah but I've been hit harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speed around him making him dizzy. Then blast him out of the ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What a revoltin' development this is beaten by some lilac hair colored pretty boy." Grimm complains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and start making my way back to the locker room, there I see that Laura Kinney girl kick Iron Lad in the jewels. " You didn't even look for me when I vanished., and now you hit on some skinny chick? We're finished Stark!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. And she growls " of course you'd like this!You always hated me. " Then she sniffs me. " You're not Mirai Trunks you look like him, even smell like him but you're not him you're eyes are different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh My other self hated this girl but I kind of like her. Damn. keep forgetting I'm not 17. She gets a horrified look on her face. she didn't read my mind there. then shakes her head " you're not the same guy who hated me. Look Bub.. just because I'm 18...um I must go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she must have smelled attraction from me. Bah!b Life was simper before the Watcher gave me those memories back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks Briefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH! This sucks Why? Why did I get Gohan? Man I try everything and he just dodged it or it bounces of of him. Man I hate his stupid Mystic Saiyan abilities he can look like a ordinary Saiyan or just a super saiyan but he's as powerful as a super saiyan 3 4 or five. , And he's kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried going Ss5 All that did was make me a raving lunatic. My dad did say I had to train in this form for some time before I could master it. whatever Gohan put me down quickly no matter what I tried . Well that and I was too rage filled to actually think of any battle strategy. Stupid SS 5 form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I used up too much ki to keep the form. Gohan grins smugly. " You know no one will think any less of you if you quit now Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ha! Have you just met my father?" I ask. Then that reminds me he's a father that gave me an idea. " Pan! Stop touching Vella that way!" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns about to admonish Pan when I blast him with all I have left. the Finish Buster knocked him out of the ring making me the last winner of round 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah Mirai had it easy I made it through a hard battle. I bet Even the Old Man is bit proud now. Now to go back to my beautiful fiance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-7900800882492730745?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/7900800882492730745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=7900800882492730745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7900800882492730745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7900800882492730745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2009/03/boudakai-round-1-ends-trunks-and-mirai.html' title='Boudakai round 1 ends. Trunks , and Mirai'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SdLbReXV6iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DoVtT3OuSyA/s72-c/Psylocke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-3062315791622618236</id><published>2008-09-14T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:21:53.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks; Bringing down the house</title><content type='html'>I don't know how Mirai roped me into this. Me him &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-take-jobs-from-trunk-boys.html"&gt; Grey Hulk&lt;/a&gt; All went to rescue Vampirella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grey Hulk turned Green, and began fighting this tentacle monster thing, while me, and the Mirai took on Dracula.  We've both had problems with Vlad in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You fool!" he screams.” I was going to let you go to Hell through my mirror portal! Lilith has me trapped in here I can't save my Vamp..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai grabs him up by the neck.  “Finish that sentence, and I'll flay all the skin from your bones!" Mirai gripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why do you care Saiyan? You abandoned her.  Wait it wasn't by your own will was it? HAHAHHAHAHAHAH urk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The urk was the sound he made when Mirai kneed him in the groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Maybe we should listen to him?" I suggest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “After all the crap He's put us through?  No way! Let's help the Hulk and go through mirror but first Burning Attack!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He blasts Dracula then all of the sudden the castle falls down on us.  We clear the rubble to see the monster eat the Hulk, and then it comes after us. “I’ve eaten the green ones power! Now I shall feast on yours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get ready Trunks it's coming after us!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank you obvious man."  I respond. “You’re the one with the magic sword. So it's easy for you to say..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The monster starts grabbing its stomach. “What’s happening? No too much power! Auuughhh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the most disgusting thing happens, The Hulk busts out of this thing's guts. “Puny Monster! Though he could take Hulk's strength, Hulk is too strong for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then he turned into the Grey Hulk. “What happened what's all this stuff on me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stomach acid."  I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya know I don't wanna know what happened." He grunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dracula kept complaining about how we destroyed his castle, and then he thought maybe he could leave since the place was rubble apparently not.  He was trapped in the area where the castle used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He kept cursing us while we found the mirror, and jumped through. Before I went in it started to rain, I pointed and laughed at Drac. Then when I saw where we were it wasn't so funny anymore. How does dad stand coming to Hell when he dies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-3062315791622618236?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/3062315791622618236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=3062315791622618236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3062315791622618236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3062315791622618236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/09/trunks-bringing-down-house.html' title='Trunks; Bringing down the house'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1510414655521800812</id><published>2008-08-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:16:09.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>Justavia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corru Empress grins at Justice, “Your people don't want to follow you anymore. You're not anything more than a person.  They wanted a symbol, not a little whore. Surrender now don't embarrass your self any longer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice growls at Dark Mirai. “What happened to you? Why are you acting like this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you such a failure? Too human to live up to your destiny, and too weak to get the respect of the saiyans." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I opened the portal from my room to this planet; I was determined to put an end to this bastard.  “How would you know about saiyans Red Lantern construct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ask coming from the portal. “You’re about to face a real supersaiyan."  The smirk coming over my face for the first time in a long time. I'm going to enjoy this fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I announce to all the audiences. “I am Mirai Trunks Vegeta Briefs.  Father of Justice, Husband of Vampirella Saiyan Prince. This creature has been manipulating you!" I cut it open with Stormcutter, and red energy flows from the cut.  “He’s not even alive. All he's said to you are lies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He takes out his sword. “How did you break the mind control shell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “A little help from my friends." I grin and block a time bolt from the Chronos Blade. “I don't want to turn back into a kid pal once was enough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I let you live all this time because you had all the good emotions.” He rants." But now you've outlived your usefulness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I yawn. " Blah! Blah! You keep trying to convince yourself that your the real me. Yeah you have some of my memories, and whatever. But things you've done. I wouldn't conceive of in my wildest dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Shut up! You're the Fake!" he yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I grin. “I’m the one with the pulse. I bleed blood when I'm cut not energy. I'm the half saiyan. You’re a parody of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Die!" he turns into the Supersaiyan 5 form as do I. We know each other's sword fighting techniques, and end up in a stale mate.  He tries the trick I used to kill Freeza. He fires a burning attack that I dodge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What he expects to happen is I'll fly right up into his sword where I'll meet a grisly end.  Instead he gets hit with two killer lightning bolts." I invented that trick pal. Here’s another I invented. Finish Buster!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Ki blast hits. After the fire dies down Justice stalks up. And is about to kill him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Back off! This is my kill!"  I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He tries to trick Justice. “Daughter help me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Trying to use my face to get my daughter into a trap?" I sneer. “Can’t have that.” I cut a big scar in his face making more energy leaks from the wound.  “Now no one will mistake you for me again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He attacks with a savage fury that takes me by surprise. He tries to strangle me then remembers he's has the Chronos Blade.  Great I'm about to go back to being an infant then I'll be defenseless. At that moment I get this weird idea to create a storm of pure energy like in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sword does it this shock throws him off of me I get blasted but not as bad as he his whole body is falling apart. He grabs his sword, and vanishes.  He may have disintegrated back in to red energy if not; well I’ll kill him later. I find it amusing the Trapper isn't giving him power anymore. Or maybe he really is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Justice Walks Up to me. “Dad?  You ... were mind controlled?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Only since. The fight with the Trapper. The way I acted before... I was just not ready for you to grow up. Everything I did since was wrong...  Look tell everyone that it was all lies. Hide your relationship with Galen.  A lot of the races in this area of the galaxy are strange about that sort of thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm about to open a portal to home. “Are you getting back together with mom dad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No. I've hurt her enough.  Sometimes when you love something you have to let it go. You'll learn that fact some day.  But right now lead you're people to victory." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Grandfather Vegeta comes up and claps his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t sugar coat it for the freak, boy. Admit you've come to your senses, and want nothing more to do with those monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I punch him in the jaw breaking it. "If I hear you call them monsters ever again, I'll send you to back to Hell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before returning home. I ask. “You didn't with Jason Right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She laughs. “No. I wouldn't hurt Vel, by playing around her man. She's like a sister to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wave, and return home.  Except I forgot where home is.  I went to the Vampi's mansion. And found it empty. Should have known.   Oh well back to my room to at Capsule Corp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1510414655521800812?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1510414655521800812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1510414655521800812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1510414655521800812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1510414655521800812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/08/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-6702993085162221500</id><published>2008-08-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:00:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness , and light</title><content type='html'>Evil Mirai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! So that fool skank who dares to call her self my daughter thought she could just flee Earth and leave it all behind. Bah1 I'll destroy her legacy not that she was destined to beat the Corru anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About 100 years after her death the Corru destroy everything, and she's shown to the Universe as the monster she is.  I might as well let it all happen a few years early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I appear in front of the Corru Empress.  “What the? Prince Mirai kill him!"  I slaughter her guards in seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Now I'd like to talk!" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know this isn't some kind of trap?" She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Easy if I wanted you dead you'd be dead.  The Chronos Blade could age you in seconds. Now listen you've gotten some trouble from Justice lately? Well the virginal little princess isn't as virginal as you'd think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With Chornos I open up a portal to when Justice and, and Galen were rutting like disgusting animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Her advisor is her lover? Oh that's sweet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “It gets better; my little sister Vella has this relationship with this Earth crime fighter The Red Hood. And look at what little hero Justice is doing with him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I show her a portal to another Universe where Hood, and Vella Broke up, and was dead like he should be. They got to together in this reality though this dumb ass Corru won't know the difference. Not that I don't believe she didn't do something with Todd when they lived together. She's a whore, and that's all she would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't get it... why would you destroy the reputation of your own daughter?"  The empress questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because I was supposed to rise, and angel I ended up raising a demon, and to make up for my mistake I'll do everything to help the Corru win this war." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you get the saiyans to stop fighting us?" she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. They're ... well they're perverts. But the people that worship her as a hero will know the truth, Hell Vella may kill her." I smirk. Yes this is the perfect plan, and the best thing? That empty shell is busy playing Achilles in his tent... so he want stop me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What you know Achilles? The Iliad? READ A BOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mirai Trunks Briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My Master the Gohan from my Universe has had me on this damn quest. I had killed trolls, Monsters. Hydras, and finally, I'm fighting a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It throws fire that misses, but its claws cut into my flesh. I turn Supersaiyan, and chop off its head. This cup is the last thing on this fool's errand that Gohan put me on. Weird when i get all the items I feel... Weird Emotions flood into me memories of the androids, my first wife, Vampi, Justice HS, and How I truly felt for them what the Hell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Trunks Feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. I'm feeling horrible." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s guilt over how you've been acting. But it wasn't your fault either way The Trapper mind controlled you, but there is something that is your fault the growing darkness within." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?" I thought that was the Evil Mirai..." I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No he's just a lantern construct that thought it was you. You chose the wrong side in the Civil War. You knew there was something wrong with Stark. You knew much of SHIELD was corrupt, and you knew that arresting the other version of me was a betrayal you did it all anyway, you even battled against your own family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah what is this a guilt trip? You’re saying we're in my head? All this fighting is in my mind?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes since the Civil War you showed that you can be corrupted.  You attracted Dark Spirits to you looking for revenge. Freeza, and King Cold's spirits, have been making you darker more evil, But make no mistake you opened the door. Take Stormcutter, and banish them from your mind." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do as he says the ghosts are easily beaten, but another me showed up more evil than The Dark Mirai.  He nearly killed me several times until I used the sword.  Before I banished it yells “No! You need me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stab it in the heart and wake up. It was all some kind of dream.  Except I do still feel the emotions I used to, and feel better.  That must have been just my mind fighting off the trapper's control everything else was like a fever dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile while I was sick my family's shattered my wife's gone my son's living with Super idiot. My daughter left Earth to get away from my insanity, and well  Maybe it's all for the best I must have been kidding myself  in thinking I could be a husband It didn't work out so well the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever. I have some things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury screams at me “You’re quitting SHIELD?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I'm a saiyan Prince I should be fighting along side my father.  That, and You people have done some things... I've done some things I can't pretend are right anymore. Bye Nick Hopefully you'll get this unit back to the right side.  Later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I fly home to ask Father for an assignment in the battles we're having wherever. When I get there. I see the Holo Vision Father brought with him from space it pick up things Earth Television cannot.  “Welcome back to News of the Galaxy Former Saiyan royal family, and rebel leader Justice, has been embroiled in a sex scandal.  Many in the forces of Justavia are have lost their morale after finding out from  Prince Mirai Briefs  That Justice acts more like she's from the Roman  royal family." " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Eh? What? Mirai Briefs? I've been out for quite some time... The lantern construct! That's it the bastard is going to die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-6702993085162221500?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/6702993085162221500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=6702993085162221500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6702993085162221500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6702993085162221500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/08/darkness-and-light.html' title='Darkness , and light'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-3058396799357432377</id><published>2008-08-08T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:58:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks: My emo alternate future self.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. So Mirai dumped, Vampi, and has begun acting like an idiot, for a few days.  Hanging out in my old room. It's time I talk some sense in him I suppose. I see him brooding like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wow never saw you for an emo." I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Did you just call me a huge flightless bird?" He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Emo, not Emu."  He just stares. “Never mind. Seriously what's up with you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean I'm fine?" He lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah the Mirai I know while kind of an arrogant jerk would never act like you've been acting since well the Civil War actually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know nothing of me "he growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah you just lived in my head, for months, making me look psychotic. Sure I know nothing." I roll my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Trunks you should hate what I did more than anyone. I saw the future If I let my self die, and stay dead you would have married Vampirella, you would have been with our daughter, I stole what was yours."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I didn't even have a body when Justice was born; my DNA is not in there. It's yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm a bit shocked until I realize there's no way to tell the difference between my DNA, and his. “How do you know this? Her creation was weird to begin with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well if she did have my DNA she'd be completely insane. I've known this for some time; two beings from two different realities can't have a normal kid. They all go irreversibly insane. Hey you should be happy.  You can try to get Vampirella back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah about that... me and Marron are engaged." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What why? When you act like such a ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey I like girls any way you don't have to worry about me so go back to Vampi damn it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have no feelings for her what kind of marriage would that be?" He groans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “Goku, and Chichi's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever it's over leave me alone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I decide to call Justice on this communicator device we have here. I doubt it's my DNA that makes her up but well just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hey Uncle Trunks what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well there have been rumors that your saiyan blood comes from me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  She screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey it's not that bad... I just want you to know..." Next thing I know my face is pushed into the screen. I turn and find Mirai with an evil grin on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry Daddy.  But she must have no hope. That skank should know her misbegotten life was worthless there is no freaking destiny! Just random crap then she dies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn it! It's that look alike that Vincent created after this I'm giving that kid such a wedgie. The glass from the screen screwed up my eyes.  I tried to feel out his movements from his power level but he zaps with some magic sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next he knees me in the back then beats me senseless. I... I can't feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I never should have come back in time. “He spits “Everyone was better off dead, and you would become me, instead of the waste of space you are now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know he leaves, and mom finds me and puts me in that regeneration tank thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile in Mirai's room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do I feel nothing?!" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SJ1XZ4sFy4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/walZIqSAA4w/s1600-h/Mirai+angst.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SJ1XZ4sFy4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/walZIqSAA4w/s200/Mirai+angst.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434444300045186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A voice startles him. “You haven't been acting like yourself for some time. I've been nothing but disappointed in you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Gohan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost slaps him “Yes, and no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Master?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SJ1aCAG4UJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AWepYKLlsFM/s1600-h/future+Gohan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SJ1aCAG4UJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AWepYKLlsFM/s200/future+Gohan.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232437332509479058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right boy! I’m the Gohan from your timeline. Now I'm gonna whip you back into shape or your going die trying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-3058396799357432377?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/3058396799357432377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=3058396799357432377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3058396799357432377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3058396799357432377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/08/trunks-my-emo-alternate-future-self.html' title='Trunks: My emo alternate future self.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SJ1XZ4sFy4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/walZIqSAA4w/s72-c/Mirai+angst.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1726065081605623998</id><published>2008-06-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:33:39.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: End of a perfect life</title><content type='html'>It's another great day.  I can't remember the last time I've had a bad one. My girlfriend Power Girl is the perfect woman. We're getting married soon.  I'm thinking of all this when this kid , about 21, or 22 pops up he looks a lot like Trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SFHeaaCNtUI/AAAAAAAAACI/rSnGHrMuUcA/s1600-h/Cain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SFHeaaCNtUI/AAAAAAAAACI/rSnGHrMuUcA/s200/Cain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211190789090948418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Trunks have a kid that's that old? No he's not that much older than this guy I think... Why's it so hard to remember? “Uncle? I'm here to free you." &lt;br /&gt;The boy says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Free me from what? Trunks looking boy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He seems to not like that. "My father is Vincent! Not Trunks!" he growls a bit and then grabs on to me.  “We’re getting you out of this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some girl with purple hair and a Devil come into the door. “Dad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why the hell are they calling me dad? Wait I got it “Did Trunks use my time machine again? Sorry I have no kids, don't want any either. But your dad is at Capsule Corp." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The girl cries." You have to remember us!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “I don't even remember this Vincent the Saiyan boy is talking about!"  I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My father and Karen walk in. “What the Hell is going on in here!"  Dad yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “We’re taking him out of here! You pale imitation of Vegeta!"  The Kid human/ saiyan shouts.  The Girl beats down Karen, while The Devil Kid fights my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I grab the sword out of the girl's hand.  The sword shocks me then I remember everything. The evil version of myself, the Time Trapper the Wizard pervert Galen, the fact that Justice is his wife reincarnated.  At least part of her is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take a look back at my perfect life, no it's not real it's a fabrication. I open a portal back to the real world with the sword. “Dad Justice asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't answer. Just go back through the portal I hear a voice I kind of recognize Robin's little girlfriend, and Vincent's girlfriend’s best friend. I was a little surprised to see her as a full grown , and rather attractive woman, Arguing with a  miniature version of herself about Bruce's age maybe a little older So I'm in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Mom! I saw you hit by that aging ray and nothing happened! In fact you and Cassandra Cain look damn good for your ages! What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man in a robe appears behind them "Doesn't matter you're all about to die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He first turned Bruce into a baby. The rest of us he defeats with some kind of amazing strength. Stormcutter helps but I still can't beat the guy then I remember something Goku is here that means we can do the fusion dance. I've never done this before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Goku seems to understand, and we do the dance and Fuse to become Gorai! Time Trapper is in trouble now! But something tragic happened as Mirai, and Goku fused to create me Jason Todd tried to distract the Trapper and he was aged up  A 150 year old man the guy is dying of old age. My /Mirai's Younger sister who's now grown woman, and that freaks me/Mirai out runs to him and cries over his dying body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry sis/niece his sacrifice will not be in vain now to end the Time Trapper.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1726065081605623998?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1726065081605623998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1726065081605623998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1726065081605623998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1726065081605623998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/06/mirai-end-of-perfect-life.html' title='Mirai: End of a perfect life'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SFHeaaCNtUI/AAAAAAAAACI/rSnGHrMuUcA/s72-c/Cain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-9188680663867570174</id><published>2008-06-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:37:23.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Mirai:What fools these heroes be.</title><content type='html'>All these years of being held in check by a "Conscience, "morality", and "feelings". Has really ruined my life. My weaker half with all of those has been disposed of the true Trunks Briefs is now finally free to be the son Vegeta truly wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That reminds me I should kill that other boy who usurped my name making me call myself "Mirai." Bah whatever the trapper was trying to manipulate, Vincent, and Cassandra so they wouldn't make the little thorn in our side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No matter how he changed events it turned out the same way. What is with my little brother, he's so damn whipped. Our work was interrupted.  At that second product of what we were trying to stop barges into our Citadel with his rag tag army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The master orders me to take care of them.  Vampirella was so easy, she fights in a bezerker rage I while I keep the others away with the Chronos Blade I tricked her stupid self by pretending I was the other weak Mirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When she goes to embrace me I stab her idiot guts. “Yeah I want a divorce. In the end there can be only one!"  I chop her head off. This gets Slutty MC Skank Aka My dear daughter Justice.  All mad and yelling how I'm going to die, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well daughter it was always you that was destined to die tragically at the hands of a family member. So I'm guessing you're the one that's not going to come out of this one in one piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t call me daughter! You're not my Father!"  She shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re right! Who would ever want to claim freaks like you and your brother? No one ever loved you, you disgusting ho bag! Hell Galen is going to dump you after he gets tired of using you up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She tried using Stomcutter it doesn't respond to her like it does that shell of man, I backhand her away. “Please you are nothing I don't think I should fight you, you need someone more your speed like I don't know oh yeah Cell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEy4QhEea2I/AAAAAAAAABw/SZoC6ha3CgE/s1600-h/Cell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEy4QhEea2I/AAAAAAAAABw/SZoC6ha3CgE/s200/Cell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209741462855379810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; I sit back and watch as Justice fights Dr Gero's "Perfect fighting machine."  Meanwhile The Chronos Blade accelerates my healing.  She' some what more impressive than I remember but she's only had a bout two years training before then another year so three years training against my 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look around at the others, the stupid Devil Kid, Bah! the Elf, skank, Spoiler's kid, two Flashes Bart, and Thaddeus,  Galen, Spoiler, a bunch of no name assassins , and Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's odd but Cain is the one I'm most wary of not just for his skills, but the fact he's been raised by the bats. Means he's likely got some tricks up his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After Justice dispatches Cell I appear from behind her and break her ribs. “Bastard! You tricked me you can't fight without trickery!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Just because you're too dumb to try it doesn't mean I should have to play by your rules." I laugh. After we struggle for a while I finally get through all her plant and animal based attacks and Use the Sword to age her.  “Feel it 80 years in a second. Out of nowhere Bart gets in its way and well. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEy-LldF1UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dPaWJ-UgS38/s1600-h/Flash+Death..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEy-LldF1UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dPaWJ-UgS38/s200/Flash+Death..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747975202788674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Aww I killed you're little first love! Don't worry you'll join him soon enough!" F#@ I only aged Justice about a year.  Then everyone broke my barrier. They all attacked at one after hard a battle I win Cain no surprise put up the best fight, Oddly Justice, Galen, and Vella tied for the second best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella might have got me if not for the fact she was protecting her human pet. I think I’ll Show her the folly of that decision by killing Jason Todd.   Before I can though Cain starts laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? What is it? You lost fool!"  I shout  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meet my first ace in the hole." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are you babbling about?" I demand. Before he can answer this huge shout takes my attention " KA ME HA ME HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEzDJycVowI/AAAAAAAAACA/60SIa9HpNMs/s1600-h/Goku+Kamehameha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEzDJycVowI/AAAAAAAAACA/60SIa9HpNMs/s200/Goku+Kamehameha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209753441887691522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Continued&lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/06/into-future.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-9188680663867570174?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/9188680663867570174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=9188680663867570174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9188680663867570174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9188680663867570174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dark-miraiwhat-fools-these-heroes-be.html' title='Dark Mirai:What fools these heroes be.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SEy4QhEea2I/AAAAAAAAABw/SZoC6ha3CgE/s72-c/Cell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-9018217689559786518</id><published>2008-05-17T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:23:23.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time trapped</title><content type='html'>We had already made the version of me run off with his tail between his legs once.  And Vampi tried to make talk to Galen so we can Iron out our differences he appeared again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course he waited for a time when it's just the two of us not with Legacy, Shield the Avengers, etc around." Let's finish this losers I have places to go and Justices and Galen’s to kill." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He kept taunting us into battle even throwing dead infant on the ground and claiming it was Justice's he gets Galen to again use the Spell of Destruction, again he sits in it and laughs , then he reflects onto a future version of Justice we watch in horror as she's vaporized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Foolish foolish idiots you can't defeat me. All you can do is beg me to let you live." &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After this Galen discovers the power of the Time Trapper connected to him. Oddly the Trapper manifested himself. Then Galen told me something I have a hard time wrapping my head around.  “He’s a Shadow!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I am many things in many different times. In your Universe I took the form of a shadow, no... The Shadow... the one that started the war with the Vorlons. The one that was the embodiment of Chaos." the Time trapper declared... "Even the other Shadows didn't understand me, I was ... different."&lt;br /&gt;A Shadow vessel appears over head while the screams of these things pierces our ears. "Destroy them and bring me the tech of the techno mage!" He roared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Galen did something to me made me feel invincible, with the power of Stormcutter and my saiyan powers I was finally defeating this bastard. The he goes he takes the cowardly route and vanishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn it!' Galen shouts. I see the injuries I would have had from the battle so he took on my pain himself.  At times like this I wish I could be like my dad, and not empathize with another's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Galen, you can't do that again it’ll kill you."    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I don't care! Justice is worth it! Now Can you follow him to wherever he went?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smile “Yes he’s left behind an energy trail in the time stream.” I run to my newly rebuilt time machine.   We jump in and it starts normal, then all of the sudden everything goes dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When everything goes light again, hooded head with no face.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SC-rlb7q8iI/AAAAAAAAABo/66Ne7fzr_rQ/s1600-h/Time+trapper+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SC-rlb7q8iI/AAAAAAAAABo/66Ne7fzr_rQ/s200/Time+trapper+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201564754277757474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “That plan went perfectly my disciple. These heroes always want to save the damsel in distress that they fall for our trap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Where’s Galen?" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The evil Mirai Laughs “Hanging out with another perverted sicko we sent him to see Donna Troy's creepy ex husband Terry Long."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SC-mBr7q8hI/AAAAAAAAABg/HhCQ7Iq2bGA/s1600-h/creepy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SC-mBr7q8hI/AAAAAAAAABg/HhCQ7Iq2bGA/s200/creepy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201558642539295250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long grins. “I faked my death because Donna got too old I mean twenty? Ugh. Hey man you're my hero think you can introduce me to Justice’s blue haired cousin or whatever she is? Maybe we can all have a four way or something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Galen’s eyes go wide and he demands' “Away from me you strange disturbed man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trapper closes the portal. "My evil Mirai has taken  the tech from one of the Galens he has already killed , so that one no longer interests me. As for you I gave you a chance to join me  you refused, and you kept changing history. I couldn't allow that. Now I have the best of both worlds you serving me and you out of the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let me tell you a little of Justice's future, She's killed by Vegeta, who finds her fight with the Corru as an annoyance. In the future she's seen as worse than Hitler, after the Battle of Hectis, She's reviled and ridiculed forever more. There is nothing you or Galen can do to stop it, since next time Galen goes back to his dimension he'll find he can't return to yours. As for you will be trapped here at the end of time unable to help her you'll just get to watch her suffer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I spit in his face well what I guess is a face. " I get why evil me wants to  torture my little girl but what's in it for you Trapper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I hate heroes, and what they represent I will bring about chaos with each  one of you morons I destroy now if you'll excuse me I have to make sure your little brother creates his son's archenemy. Then I'll get said son to join us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The dark me laughs. " You don't get it do you? There's no hope. Evil won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Where I am now it seems he's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-9018217689559786518?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/9018217689559786518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=9018217689559786518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9018217689559786518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/9018217689559786518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-trapped.html' title='Time trapped'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SC-rlb7q8iI/AAAAAAAAABo/66Ne7fzr_rQ/s72-c/Time+trapper+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-75254651364334717</id><published>2008-05-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:55:22.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My darker half</title><content type='html'>My evil half has come back into this timeline; I knew it immediately when he returned. He was trying to torture Justice but there's something else he wants though. He appeared on some island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He slammed through the wall killing agents, He was charged by Joe Fixit who with the Chronos Blade he transformed back into Bruce Banner. Inertia ran at him and was turned to slo mo mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh Thaddeus Thawne. I know of you, you want my sister, and that Brown girl you can have them both if you join me and the Time Trapper. You can have a harem of beautiful women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " One I ain't got nothin' with Spoiler, and two  I ain't serving no villains again from now on I do what I want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Evil me smacks Inertia away. he's attacked by the rest of Legacy his powers are more now than when I first fought him and Vincent and Vella are no longer on the team so they are really lacking in the super strength department. Slobo is strong but not that strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next he goes to Justice's room and laughs as Galen threatens him. “Please I’ve killed you twice already. And one of those times I slaughtered your children in front of you the power Time Trapper has given me makes me more than a techno mage can even hope to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He proves his point after a devastating battle between the two. Galen finds him self at his knees Dark Mirai spits blood from his mouth “Heh. You're so going to pay for that. But for now I need to see daughter dearest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why are you doing this? I love you Daddy." Justice begs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always hated you, you little burden, now tell me where he is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bruce Cain! You genetic joke! Your little buddy Cassandra rescued him from his execution. Now where is that product of a drunken rooftop sex romp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How should I know?"  She screams in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because he's always trying to protect you and the rest of his family and he seems to have an affinity for this era in history. Now tell me where he is so I can put him out of my misery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you!" She protests “You’re worse than he ever was!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You know no one really cares for you. You're a burden on all of us Justice! Just let go! Stop hoping and just let your self die. Do it or I'll tear the one thing out of you Galen cares for. If Isabel’s soul is gone he'll just think of you as a disgusting freak. Like the rest of us. As for Bruce Cain if I wipe his "mommy" out of existence then he'll never be born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He calls up a time portal and a bunch of zombie warriors from the 27th century jump out “Kill Batgirl!"  He orders. The fight spilled out onto the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bruce Banner growls “you bastard you'd kill a girl you raised just for a minor infraction that MAKES HULK MAD!!!!!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this moment I wake up and feel strong I take Stormcutter and ant teleport onto the scene. I throw a thunder bolt at the Dark Mirai and pick up Justice "Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wha? I don't understand? Dad? How?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll explain later pumpkin right now I have to make sure this freak doesn't bother us anymore." I dodge the Hulk who smashes a bunch of robot zombies and listen to Iron man who's appeared with the Avengers I smile at the fact that he's acting like himself again and not a tin plated dictator I look over to Galen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Get up magician!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am not a magician I'm a techno mage!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Potato, potatoe." I smirk “You want to prove your worth to me as a suitor for my little princess? Then get on your feet and fight besides me help me protect her and I'll accept you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He stands his jaw grinds in determination." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My evil side laughs “You two idiots? I'll tear you to pieces!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hmph." I respond. “Your new power maybe able to defeat one of us but I truly doubt you can stop both of us."  I teleport Justice back to Vampi's mansion with Stormcutter I'd like to fight without having to worry about her.  I then transform to SS5, and smirk at Galen.  "Ready?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes." he responds grimly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s kick his ass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Indeed." He lets a small grin go his lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-75254651364334717?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/75254651364334717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=75254651364334717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/75254651364334717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/75254651364334717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-darker-half.html' title='My darker half'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-423303761528255042</id><published>2008-05-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:32:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai:visitations</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I feel awful. I was fighting this loser called reflecting Man the way to beat him was so damn obvious Father probably would have beat him in ten minutes. The real threat was Vincent appearing with some sort of Red Lantern ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attacked us mercilessly if I was if I hadn't been under so much stress lately with time changing, Justice, Skrulls, and my own obsession with manipulating the future , I probably could have seen something was off with my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As it is he tried to in his words   "release my dark emotions without my conscience." Whatever that means.   &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/red-rage-part-1-vela.html"&gt; he did something with his ring that Stormcutter stopped. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But ever since then I've felt that something has been missing I can't put my finger on it. After a fitful sleep I hear Trunks' voice. “Wakey wakey sunshine."  I look up and see his hair is long like mine, great he's trying to look like me again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SBnDnuCRBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/4mkbI59fsMw/s1600-h/Dark+Mirai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SBnDnuCRBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/4mkbI59fsMw/s200/Dark+Mirai.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398732288427794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What do you want Trunks?" I groan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well I guess you could call me that that was our original name after all. But I've been thinking of something with the name Mirai in it since I'm the true Mirai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Huh?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You don't get it our loving brother and his ring has done something to us. Well that and Stormcutter I guess you shouldn't mix power ring energies with magic. He tried to pick up Stomcutter and it zaps him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well I should have thought that I would no longer fit into this sword's narrow definition of 'Worthy'. Not that it matter have a new sword The Chronos Blade."  He produces a black sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where did you get that?" I question inching my fingers closer to Stormcutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You rejected the Time Trapper's offer I accepted it, you can't imagine the power he gives When we are finished reshaping history how we want it he will give me 1,000 timelines to rule over  well after we kill one minor problem, a problem oddly Vincent created along with his freak girlfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He laughs. “Don’t worry everything’s going to be great for you I'm going to retcon your marriage to Vampirella One day you'll wake up with a better girlfriend and no knowledge that you ever played father to the Addams family. While Justice oh that little slut is going to suffer.  I'm going to let her remember you were her father but you won't, then I'm going to go up and down the timeline killing Galen over and over and their children and grand children and well you get the idea. She'll know better than to disobey us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grab Stormcutter, “Monster!" I challenge trying cut off his head.  He blocks the blade with his sword. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I am what you have made me; I'm what you secretly want to do to that child molesting wizard, and the ungrateful whore we have raised." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I punch him in his lying mouth. Yes I was strict but I only wanted to protect Justice from a man that was using her. The problem is I let it go too far, and I've inherited both of my parents' stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He points his sword at me and my bed turns to dust, he fires again and HS' dog turns back into a puppy, a strong gust of wind from Stormcutter knocks him back then I unleash a hell of a thunder bolt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He coughs. "Damn Thor for giving you that sword." he then surprised me with a swift kick to the solar plexus I try to fight back but I still feel weak, I stun him with an uppercut though, “You will not harm a hair on my daughter's head!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His elbow crushes my nose. “There’s not a thing you can do about it, I’ve had weeks to recover from our separation while you've only had a day." His knee slams into my crotch I double over and am kicked in the face, I fall back into a fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “It’s destined to happen there's not a thing you or Bruce Cain or anyone can do about it. I only came here to take your time machine though I had hoped you'd understand my crusade and join me. But since you won't I can't let you have access to the timeline to try and stop me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I black out when I wake there's this woman or rather ghost staring at me.  "I must tell you of Galen and how he is not a child molester in fact he is the noblest man I have ever met." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I shake the cobwebs out “And who are you supposed to be his PR agent from the other side?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am Isabel his wife but you know me by another name, Justice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stare. “Yeah but what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-423303761528255042?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/423303761528255042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=423303761528255042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/423303761528255042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/423303761528255042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/05/miraivisitations.html' title='Mirai:visitations'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/SBnDnuCRBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/4mkbI59fsMw/s72-c/Dark+Mirai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-6256315010982375540</id><published>2008-04-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:36:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Time is broken.</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking in Crime Alley Bar when Father shows up. He orders a beer and takes a sip “Ugh Watered down." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want Father?" I ask as a bunch of patrons act nervous with his presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m just trying to understand the whole Justice thing is all. Obviously I'm not here for quality beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I grunt. “She disobeyed my rules. She wants to be on her own well she has her wish." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "HAHAHAHAHA! I never get this planet and it's hang-ups on sex it's a biological function same as eating. Justice is seen as an adult in both Saiyan and human cultures and the problem is what exactly? Galen has no hair? He dresses funny?  His power level is odd? Help me understand this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Father he's old enough to be her father, in fact he's as old as I am. And I can't believe you're accepting this. What are you afraid of Galen or something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Father Spit his beer out laughing. “Funniest thing I've heard all day. His power level maybe close to mine but he would not enjoy a battle with me." What is he talking about? Galen's power level is no where near his. . On Planet Vegeta I had a cousin that was 300; he married a 24 year old, now that was an age difference. This?  Bah! They are both children pretty much. As are you when we get down to it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I forget the Old Man's people are long lived no wonder he still pulls pranks like a child at times. "Okay maybe this was a surprise to me it wasn't supposed to happen Father Galen was supposed to die his people were supposed to rip his technology off of him and that would be that. Bart was supposed to come back from the dead, and then well him And Justice were supposed to get back together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He stares at his beer for a second. “Ugh when was the last time this glass was washed? When the first royal super saiyan appeared?  Yes I could see great great great great great grandfather was a contemporary of this dirt. Any way supposed to? You make it sound like people don't choose their destinies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well pretty much no time can be changed but only if you know what you're doing if you don’t you the Time Line will broken, and someone has broken it not giving a damn about how it affects other people yes Earth was supposed to be conquered in a few years, by first the Teen Titans then Black Zero yes I tweaked things a bit so HS didn't join his buddy Conner, and Bart was never really in on it with them. By that time Justice would be safely off the planet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My father stares at me. “And that changed?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes, and not just that whatever made sure Black Zero would never come to power has done all kinds of things. The Titans become the new Justice League, Bruce Wayne is never killed By Tim Drake, instead Bruce lives to an old age and trains a new Batman, Inertia never betrays Legacy..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Sounds a lot better really." Father says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah but now something called the Blackest Night is happening  dead people are being brought back by black rings that look like black versions of Green Lantern rings that was never supposed to happen god knows what else is happening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And we'll defeat it when it does. You know what I think is happening? You have the same problem your mother is with Vincent and Vella, Justice grew up fast like the twins did and you wanted her to stay kid a bit longer.  Life doesn't work that way boy. I suggest you patch it up with Justice or well if you don't fight with Galen and she marries him and they have children I have to kill them, all of them. Including Justice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Humph that what happens to illegal marriages in the royal family if she were in Kakarot's family it wouldn't be a problem but she's not she's in ours, and there's certain protocols we have to go through or we get executed. That's life in the ruling class. Weakness can not be allowed. Just so you know I never did enjoy killing the young; do me a favor don't make me do so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He leaves and the patrons relax a little bit.  Damn it if I just knew who had changed time with such total disregard... Bruce Cain! It had to be him! He never cared for anybody but himself. His parents, his wife, and treating the time stream like a mirror with a sledgehammer is something he'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well if nothing else I can take out my anger on him. I try to sense out his Ki not on Earth I use Stormcutter, and it informs me he's back in his time. Hmph. So you've done your damage, and returned home brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not like I can't follow you and at least let you know the trouble you've caused. Maybe I'll punch you in the face while I'm at it. I go to my Time machine and appear in New Gotham in the future.   I pass the new Batman on the way towards where I sense Cain's Ki. Man that freaks me out, this guy isn't even supposed to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I find Cain being forced into a Time cop transport. A smile comes over my face for the first time in days.  He'll be locked up for the rest of his natural life no where near a time machine. Little bastard deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I fly by this building and get a shock  A woman that looks like Cassandra Cain, is standing on the terrace, but it can't be her she's supposed to be in her fifties now She looks like she's in her late twenties, early thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We give a look to each other and it's defiantly her but it makes no sense.  Possibly another affect of her son's time manipulation.  Whatever I'd better get back to my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cassandra stares. “And what were doing here Brother in law? I thought you were on Drku... draku... what ever that planet was called.  Not that I have much use for you since you refused to help Galen's Universe against Darkseid. I'd have thought you'd have let it go by now. At least you did let your grand kids live even though you'll have nothing to do with them. Foolish pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares off into the night. “Ms. Cain? The councilman will see you now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Sigh.  Yes whatever though I have to tell you this party is F##@ing blows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " F@$ing?  Madam?  Oh you mean an outdated slang word how would someone so young know that word? I'd have thought you'd be saying frakking. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She Growls. "Oh come on! I finally learn all the words and you change them!"&lt;br /&gt; Never mind let's get this over with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “So how do you know Bruce Wayne?" The man asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He’s the only thing I have that's close to a father."  She sees the man's watch with a built in television; hey can you turn that up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Temporal fugitive Bruce Cain Briefs has been captured and will await execution at the hands of the Time Trapper. Push button for more information on him and the League of Assassins." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have brought MS. Cain to see you Councilman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Where?"  The councilman asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He turns around and Cassandra is gone.  “She was here a second a go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-6256315010982375540?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/6256315010982375540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=6256315010982375540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6256315010982375540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6256315010982375540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirai-time-is-broken.html' title='Mirai: Time is broken.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-8086041635519599438</id><published>2008-04-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:35:48.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Someone is going to get hurt</title><content type='html'>Fixit destroyed my son's car. He bought both kids new cars, but I still think The Hulk wants something from me. And unlike Father, I don't trust any version of the Hulk, grey, green, red whatever.  Especially after his whole take over New York scheme. Fixit wants something from me. I just don't know what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news Vampi is bothering about more kids. Lord  the first two are finally about to get out of house. I'd like to spend the next hundred years or so without children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ugh. And now Dr. Strange is sticking his magic using nose into this. Jeeze back off. As I was getting ready to go to work I hear a moaning and a giggle from Justice's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sense the power levels in there, Galen! That old freak! I kick down the door, and it looks like I got there just in time, I yank the sorcerer out of the bed slam him against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you try a spell Stormcutter is going strike you down you old pervert! How long have you been planning this? Eh?  Did you touch her before?  Give me one reason why I shouldn't send you to whatever after life you believe in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The old weirdo vanishes. “Dad why'd you do that?"  Justice yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Don't try to act like I'm the one that did something wrong here young lady! I should have known Vella being around you was a bad idea, Father has gotten soft in his old age and let's those two do whatever the hell they want! You are grounded and no longer going to be allowed around my little sister. She's a bad influence, and I will not let you be like her or Bra! And that's final you are grounded!"         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “You can't do that! I'm 18!" She screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You live in my house you live by my rules!  We'll discuss this when I get home!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to be pissed off the rest of the day at work, I’d better stop off at home and tell Father to control his little hellion twins.  Damn what happened to him? He'd punch me for breathing wrong. While Trunks, Bra, Vincent, and Vella all got it progressively easier.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-8086041635519599438?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/8086041635519599438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=8086041635519599438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8086041635519599438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8086041635519599438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirai-someone-is-going-to-get-hurt.html' title='Mirai: Someone is going to get hurt'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-410683256746856786</id><published>2008-04-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:22:28.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHHH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My Birthday just passed by recently, and something happened that bad at thee party or well after the party. I guess I can say it no But I drank, a lot. Hey it was a party.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I woke up with a huge hangover. And I felt some girl next to me, I thought it Was Marron, or maybe a new customer, well it was a new customer but one that makes want to throw up.  Pan AAAAAH!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SALHwfF0DgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8O-ceOoc5eQ/s1600-h/Pan+hot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SALHwfF0DgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8O-ceOoc5eQ/s200/Pan+hot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188929356477763074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's so much younger than me this is so damn wrong, okay maybe not legally she’s 18 but still EEEW. “How? What? Why? How?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She grins “You forgot when and where."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No I mean I don't remember." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well first you said I was a bad girl and needed a spanking..."   She starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Please stop!" I yell hurting my own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She leaves after kissing me.  Ugh! What the hell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh man Marron, is going to kill me Gohan is going to kill me, maybe Dad will do it too if I don't kill myself. Damn you alcohol this all your fault!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-410683256746856786?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/410683256746856786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=410683256746856786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/410683256746856786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/410683256746856786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaahhhh.html' title='AAAHHHH!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/SALHwfF0DgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8O-ceOoc5eQ/s72-c/Pan+hot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-2540449835329406745</id><published>2008-03-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:47:55.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks: Tagged by dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; Tagged me with this meme. Ugh another meme joy. Here's the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I'm the president of Capsule Corp because Mom would rather invent than run the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I used to be the oldest child. Then Mirai and Cabain showed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Though Dad and Son Goku have a rivalry, I and Goten grew up as best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I have several protocols to defeat Tony Stark and his minions in case he tries to arrest me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Despite not being the oldest anymore I am the Prince of saiyans I'll take over when dad kicks the bucket, though that'll probably never happen permanently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Though I've been with many women I've only had feelings for two, Vampi and Marron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 I hate Giru the little annoying robot that came with me Pan and Son Goku On out trip to find the black Star Dragon Balls. He got on my nerves constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My personal code is to ever tag anyone on memes so I'll just do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-2540449835329406745?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/2540449835329406745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=2540449835329406745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/2540449835329406745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/2540449835329406745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/03/trunks-tagged-by-dad.html' title='Trunks: Tagged by dad.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1749609847718405773</id><published>2008-02-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:33:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good lord Why?</title><content type='html'>Well things are hopping here at Capsule Corp.  Pop Just learned that his little girl Vella had a boy friend, and worse that it was a clone of Superboy. Yes the horn dog of the teen superset. (And being teens that is saying something.)  With the screaming he did at that it's probably best not to tell him that's she's also seeing  Mirai's 18 year old co worker that unstable Red Robin kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the reason he found out is Vella dragged Van as he called to here to see if mour mother could find some way to save him. He's having his genetics are slowly falling apart we called Superman while Dad was fuming the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He wanders off to train that worm monster thing Vampi gave him. From the results of the tests, it didn't look like we could do anything about Van's DNA unraveling. Superman said he was going to try to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I walk by where Van and Kon are talking. “Conner can you do me a favor?" Watch out for Vel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey man you can do it yourself. We're gonna fix you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Yeah but each person we go to keeps saying there's no way to save me. well it's probably for the best I mean two us is a bit much. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kon punches the wall “Don’t say that look I'll find Lex okay. He'll know what do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this drama kind of depresses me.  So I go home. This is my last night alone, Since Marron gave me an ultimatum to actually go somewhere in our relationship.  The compromise is we start living together. Better than the "M" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So on my last night of freedom I'm going to watch a Supergirls Gone Wild DVD.  It's going on pretty well I'm enjoying it until Pan Pops up and removes her top. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not that' She's ugly or anything. It's more that when I see her I think of the little kid who was traveling around with me and Goku in the search for the Black Star Dragon Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well I'm turned off now.   I can't believe Pan I acting this way, well this and stalking Vella. Which has gotten Bra all pissed off.  "I'm going to give Pan the beating Videl should have given her growing up!" She yells a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I rolled my eyes. “Why because she's after our sister?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No. If Vella liked it, I wouldn't care. But she doesn't and Pan is annoying her.It's time for her to stop it if I have to smack her around to do it so be it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wait a second thinking of Bra Just reminded of me of something.  Goten bought the a copy of the same DVD. If he sees his niece... I'd better warn him .  I fly to this and Bra’s house in Japan.  Oh god I know Bra is off with the kids visiting our Grandma the former saiyan Queen. I'm outside their place when I hear "ARRRGH! My Eyes! My eyes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1749609847718405773?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1749609847718405773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1749609847718405773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1749609847718405773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1749609847718405773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-lord-why.html' title='Good lord Why?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-3419468206522768844</id><published>2007-11-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:33:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Attack of the droids.</title><content type='html'>In a devastated battle ground The TX hears clapping behind her. " Bruce Cain Briefs. Why are you here? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm just looking at one of the greatest blunders in history here. It's enjoyable. All this sound and fury signifying nothing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am showing them they should not have taken my Anthony ." The TX responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. All your doing is getting a few hippies excited. All these people will be wished back by the dragon balls. But the rest of the nation will rally behind their heroes, and military. And one of two things will happen, Iron Boy will executed , or he will turn against you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TX glares at the saiyan. " Which one will happen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain Smirks " That is the Question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Negative Zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironboy sits rubbing the wounds he's received from Iron Man's enemies. A tall man with reddish brown hair looks in to his cell. "Food time." Stark can't help but think that the voice sounds familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through the food he finds a gas mask And a note saying" Put this on ?. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sage? " Stark asks. The man nods. And the corridor fills with gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capsule Corp Mirai Trunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's happening again! Robots are attacking. Destroying entire states and some idiots on tv are going all all for it saying that love should win and all this crap. Father changes the channel yelling " Bah! Hippies!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is the other side are just as up in arms. Yelling " If you side with The TX and Ironboy you hate America!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next channel " Iron Boy is a traitor and should be executed with the TX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tony Stark comes up. " Our nation is at war. Though some people want to think of the Juliet, Romeo aspect of this disaster. That is wrong. the TX manipulated a teenage boy, and is now pulling a super powered temper tantrum. The Cia Put her on a case without authority, and illeagally SHIELD is Higher up the food chain , and they over stepped their bounds.  She was never going to turn good she rejected my offer for assistance, and refused to abide by the law of the nation. She is a terrorist pure and simple ,and as such if she wants a war the United States of America will give her one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the warmongers love this speech, and Tony's standing in the polls goes back up. Others want to arrest Cassandra my brother's girlfriend. That fast kid, my bother, and sister,  and the blonde. and execute them too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra frowns. " I let.. her live.... And she does this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey babe some people just shouldn't be given redemption." Vincent Soothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's my fault! My Fault!" She sobs. Man I wish I had an idea what was going on. but I just came here to this time by accident, and every time I try to go back to my time I end up in this big black field of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Bad. I mean the vampire lady that keeps saying I'm her husband , and her two weird kids are really freaking me out. But maybe it's destiny I'm here. I can stop this TX robot, And make sure that this timeline doesn't become the hell hole mine did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oddly my sword is talking to me. Telling I can destroy her because with it I have the one thing she can't adapt to. I'm beginning to wonder if I hit my head coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punch the TV. " Father! I can't stay any longer I've gotta stop her!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother comes in "Now you can go. I've developed an anti nanite to destroy the Borg release it , and the people turn back into people. the terminators become ordinary robots. And they can't adapt to it because the nanite destroys that ability instantly. And it keeps adapting itself. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mother ! That's brilliant!" I exclaim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uh well son, your the one who brought me a Borg to study before you, um died, And You helped a lot. Your as much a genius as your mother. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh. I don't remember this. Let's go kick some Ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Battle field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cain. You are speaking riddles will you stand against me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nope. One two three. " The Borg soon lose their armor , and become human again. While the robots just become terminators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What happened?" Sky protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your army has been downgraded. The saiyans and Team Legacy are dismantling them as we speak. You lose. And soon your about to really lose. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky grows dark. And lighting strike around the TX. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea my sword did this, but controlling the weather seems to be second nature to me. The bitch stares at me. " Mirai Trunks Briefs.  But Your dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you mean when Cell killed me I got better, and how you know me I don't know but your about to face the grave while all the people you murdered will be wished back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Bruce Cain smirking. " And My uncle has the one thing no tech creature or organic one can adapt to magic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what he's talking about but I strike the robot with my sword and she screams. A bunch of Henchmen attack me but Legacy pops up and starts fighting them I don't know where father is Likely leading the assault against the robots so it's me and robo bitch. and Trunks the other me is on Namek waiting to wish the people back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good I hate robots any way. I'm going to make this hurt.I transform but instead of turning into a super saiyan I turn into this odd form with grayish blue hair all over my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Scanning ... Supersaiyan 5." The android glares. " Adapting." My voice suddenly goes deeper, and for a second I feel different, older. " Adapt to this robot. Burning Thunder Attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's bleeding and stumbling she knocks me down and tries cutting off my head. I plunge my sword into her chest And try to find something vital. Energy flows all over her and she shrieks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the idea to hit her with a hurricane force wind and it happens. She gets up and a fire a Finish Buster blowing pieces off of her. for a second I thought I killed her, but Bruce said. " Teleported. And you didn't get all of her army. But You'll get her eventually. Welcome back Old Man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Old? I'm only seventeen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain flies off, and all the damage the robots caused is reversed I guess Trunks made the wish. A bunch of government looking types come out of this ship thing and stare at me. This Russian red head asks. " Mirai ? How?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old dude with an eye patch pats me on the shoulder. " Nat! You know these saiyans always come back. Good work Agent Briefs! Ya really put the hurt on that piece of trash! Good to see your up and ready to work already. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" I query. These guys act like they know me But I've never seen any of them but Goten in my life, and I just met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Agent Mirai you okay?" Eye patch asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten steps in. " His mind hasn't recovered from his coming back. It may take a while for him to get back to normal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too weird I'm flying back home and trying to get back to my own time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-3419468206522768844?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/3419468206522768844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=3419468206522768844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3419468206522768844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3419468206522768844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/11/mirai-attack-of-droids.html' title='Mirai: Attack of the droids.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-7510590796595122689</id><published>2007-10-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:24:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to tell HS Something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-these-days-one-of-these-days.html"&gt; Vincent fought HS. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is he hand his ass handed to him but was laughing about it. " Fool If he knew how powerful I truly am he would have ran away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai snorts. " Sure keep your pride But you know you tried your best. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that psychotic look goes over his face that dad has when he's about to kill someone. And he turns Super saiyan 4? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rxan8ON_VuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kvlRuQ0ZwdI/s1600-h/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rxan8ON_VuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kvlRuQ0ZwdI/s200/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122466279231280866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the two of us are shocked by this development he kicks Mirai in the balls. " I may owe HS for saving Cassandra, but you, you vampire slut loving Alternate Universe Son of a Bitch I owe nothing If Mirai weren't shocked he would have likely beaten Vincent But he was already stunned from that crotch kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The he just lay there as Vincent kicked his teeth out. Then he just beat the hell out f him for about five minutes until finally Vincent spit in Mirai's face. " Your the son of an alternate universe Vegeta. Your not my brother just a pretender. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse was dad was just laughing. He's encouraging Vincent's bad behavior. " Beaten up by children eh Mirai? Good thing I did not pick you to be prince of all saiyans. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is this how you feel about me father? That I'm a pretender?" Mirai Shouts after eating a Senzu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph. Don't worry what a boy says" Dad didn't actually answer the question. Then again that's dad. I put my hand on Mirai's shoulder, and he slaps it off. " Maybe the little punk is right I don't belong here. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder if the divorce thing is actually true. Marron grins "If nothing else your family meetings are always interesting. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I go to Mirai's house to see how he's doing, and Vampi says he's he left sometime this morning. Damn. And he's hiding his power level. " Well now that i think about it Vampi Is HS in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you going to give him more porn?" She eyes me suspiciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe later." I smile. " But seriously It's about Laura. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her roll her eyes. " What? Is she being a bitch again?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I saw two of them, I think the one that was acting odd , was a Skrull or Evreyman, or a White Martian or something. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Vampirella just didn't want to talk about it anymore. I guess the Laura thing came with a lot of baggage. Whatever I fly to Small ville , and find the boy at school. I walk into his class , and tell him The truth. That the Laura that's been going around being vindictive wasn't the real her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was like I tossed a ton of bricks on him. oops Maybe I should have waited to tell him. The teacher asks me to leave, and Says" You don't just wander into a class room!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin. " I was home schooled what do I know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was flying back this weird pink dude appears before leveling a gun in my face. " Your not the one I seek. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OK who are you? I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am a Monitor, And the anomaly known as Mirai Briefs must die!" then he just vanishes. This is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-7510590796595122689?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/7510590796595122689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=7510590796595122689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7510590796595122689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7510590796595122689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-to-tell-hs-something.html' title='I have to tell HS Something.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rxan8ON_VuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kvlRuQ0ZwdI/s72-c/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-7734178107830073244</id><published>2007-09-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:02:44.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks: Clone of a clone?</title><content type='html'>The thing with me and Marron seems to go in cycles. We break up a little while, I date every girl, I can we get back together. So after having some with some saiyan girls for the last few months. I run into Marron, at a club, and guess what I wake up the next morning with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I was in a good mood. I mean why Wouldn't I be ? I'm back together with a great girl, I'm the Prince of all Saiyans, I'm rich I'm hot So what's there to be angsting over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what It seems to be a natural law When a Vegeta ( Or in my case Vegeta-Briefs) is having a good day a Logan messes it up. And this one wasn't the short snarling hairy bastard, but the not so bad looking girl one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I pretty much stayed out of my nephew HS' relationship with this girl, Because I thought " So what?" She had a rough life. But then I heard at at lunch from Bra about this girl's skanktastic behavior earlier that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't a very happy Prince/ CEO of Capsule Corp when I find her playing with my frozen coffee maker, in the late evening " What the hell are you doing here?" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Hey I heard HS came back from whatever mission or wherever he's been the last few months, but he won't return my calls. I tried calling your sister Bra, and she cussed me out, I know I called him a coward at the Boudakai, but I was just a lil' bit mad that he wouldn't fight me. Nightwing explained why he did it later, that he didn't want ta hurt me, though I ain't easy ta hurt in the first place. Before I get the flamin' chance ta make it up he goes and vanishes on me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this part of her statement is kinda true. During the time shift thing they did all sort of vanish then reappear several times we never worried about it, because we all do the same thing on missions. So we just thought Vampi, Justice, HS, and the rest were on some kind of mission. But I didn't like the fact she was lying to face about not knowing he was back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know damned well he's back you've been putting the boy through the emotional ringer ever since he's been back. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the flamin' hell are ya talkin' about bub? I been with the Outsiders in Columbia takin' down a super powered drug cartel. I ain't been state side in weeks. I just now got here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-comes-to-head.html"&gt; So Kissing my little brother, Vincent doesn't ring a bell?" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops sipping frozen coffee , and gives this strange look with a straw in her mouth. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rt2uDA7RW-I/AAAAAAAAADw/m4-LGdQScX4/s1600-h/x23straw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rt2uDA7RW-I/AAAAAAAAADw/m4-LGdQScX4/s200/x23straw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106428919319452642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your brother? Vincent? Cass Cain's boy? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes " Yes! You tried to stir up a fight between the two of them! And guess what you succeeded They are supposed to fight in minutes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She growls at me. " Look ya lilac haired moron. I got maybe four or five real friends in world. And at the top O' the list is Danny from Oike Gallery, and Nightwing. Ya know him? First Robin? Well kids that Bat takes in he sees as his siblings. An' if I mess wit' Batgirl, I'm messin' wit' him., Two i ain't got no family but Logan, why the Hell would I want ta cause a fight in another family? Eh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God she does have some kind of mental problems. " Batgirl beat you up in front of a bunch of people Laura. And The whole Vincent thing mystifies me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She throws her hands up . "I admit I do wanna rematch with Cass, but at next year's Boudakai, Nightwing's been trainin' me fer it. I don't want to hurt her, but I do want ta defeat her, And I ain't some coward that wouldn't tell someone to their face that I want to fight'em. And I don't manipulate people. I had enough O' that shit done ta me over the years. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her a cold hard stare. " you accused HS of trying to rape you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?Oh ya mean before I went ta hell and discovered how that power O' his worked? Yeah my Dad's paranoia rubbed off on me there, But if I truly thought that I woulda killed him by now. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your a piece of work. You know that?" I growl. " You do one thing to my nephew, then you try to talk to me trying to convince me your not doing it. Get the hell out of my office! If I wanted to hear fiction, I'd turn on my TV!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pops her claws, As tears roll down her eyes. " I though it was just Vegeta that didn't like me. I thought the rest of ya, had more more sense! The thing between my father and yours doesn't affect me. But ya all just have a mad on because O' him. and ya start makin' up crap about me. Why don't'ya be man and tell me ya don't like me instead O' hidin' behind lies eh? Ya know what? at least Vegeta has the balls ta tell me to my face, He don't like me. At least Mirai, tells me he thinks I'm bad because O' my past. But you? Yer just a worm! Ya make up stories that ain't true to mask yer true feelings, so everyone will think yer the nice one. But ya know what I respect the others because they at least don't act good while stabbin' ya in the back.I bet ya got HS belevin' all this about me don't ya? Well ya know what screw ya! I ain't goin' away until he tells me to my face he don't wanna see me no more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she storms out. An explosion rocks the offices I look out the window tho see HS, And Vince fighting but I catch something weird. Off on the roof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2007/09/x-23-i-guess-id-better-explain-myself.html"&gt; Laura grinning like a Cheshire cat at the fight. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's wearing a completely different outfit, and unless she teleported there's no way she got there in the few seconds after she left I use my ki senses and find Laura Leaving the building. I run to the window and see her crying going into some kind of mini plane in the parking lot. I run back to the other window the other one is still on the roof. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rt23mQ7RW_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/emB-yb1dl8E/s1600-h/Trunks+WTF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rt23mQ7RW_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/emB-yb1dl8E/s200/Trunks+WTF.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106439420514491378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two X-23s? The one on the roof's ki doesn't even feel like a human or mutant? WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-7734178107830073244?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/7734178107830073244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=7734178107830073244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7734178107830073244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/7734178107830073244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/09/trunks-clone-of-clone.html' title='Trunks: Clone of a clone?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rt2uDA7RW-I/AAAAAAAAADw/m4-LGdQScX4/s72-c/x23straw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1286342711428082194</id><published>2007-08-07T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:31:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai:  Why do these kids have to fight us?</title><content type='html'>That bastard Jason Todd, Just had to get in on this mission with us. it turns out that my little brother' and sister's little teenage team have an "Iron Boy" now. And Stark recruited Me Goten, Shang Chi, Some Quicksilver clone, The Sentry, And Black Widow to get the armor away from the boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Stark this was a mistake it looks like an attack, if he just sent me and Goten this would go better, And letting Red Hood go with Isis just a big ass mistake all the members of the "bat" family have weird reactions to him. And "Legacy" has two. Well that is if Spoiler counts as being part of his family. Batman is kind of a jerk .( And he wants my wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way when we get to their base Vella accuse me us of telling where they are when actually Tony figured it out with about fifteen minutes on a computer, trunks really shouldn't have signed his name on on the deed for this land. And Vincent punched me into a mountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that was like being hit by well a sixteen year old boy punching a 33 year old man in good shape. What I mean is to me it didn't hurt all that much. But this wasn't the case when he popped off at a busboy and broke the kid's arms. I suppose our father isn't the best role model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the kid and Put him into a hold. goten does the same to Vell who screams " Bad touch! I'm telling Bra! Bad touch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Goten falls for it, gets distracted, And gets head butted in the nose. She tries to fly into the big stupid fight that broke out. I grab her by her tail. Though it's not a weakness to us who are descended from Vegeta it is still annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screamed shouted, cried, and finally just started hanging in the air limply. &lt;br /&gt;" If my kids acted like you two they'd never get out of the house." I scold. Though maybe I should expect this from mom and dad these two are the babies after all, and will probably get away with more crap than me, Trunks, and Bra combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why are you attacking us?" Vella whined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent who's under my arm in a headlock. snorts. "He's kissing Stark's ass again Vell. They're going to register us, or send us to the Negative Zone. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella Starts crying. " Hey! Stop scaring your sister!" I complain. " We're here just to talk, and unless you forgot the Registration Act has been put on hold. You kids started this fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And your not doing anything to stop it!" he growls as I look around I see Sentry battling with Gohan. Sentry may be tough but he'll Be hurt bad is he understimates Son Gohan, though he's playing with his stupid Saiyaman gimmick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Question guy was barely keeping from getting a beating from the "Master of Kung fu". Black Widow Was having a bit of a problem with the gadgets my Mother gave Spoiler , but when it came to hand to hand. Natasha put the little girl down. Though the kid in the Iron Boy suit was better than I thought he's be with a suit he likely found some where. Tony despite how much of an as he can be is still Iron Man, and still has years of experience . He defeated. the kid with some thing he said he used in the "Armor Wars" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes off the kid's helmet , and Exclaims "Oh god!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of our side didn't win. Inertia Beat the Quicksilver clone, even with his connection to the Speed force The boy grins. " If ya weren't a clone like me I woulda hurt ya a hell of a lot more. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Batgirl was was pummeling Jason Todd What little I catch of their converstion I think he may have been hitting on her? Oh that's just weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my attention to Vincent. " And you young man are in a bit of trouble ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you talking about?" He sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You breaking the arms of a bus boy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He slipped Cass a note in front of me. What was I supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my little brother sternly. " You could have just gave him a low powered punch in the jaw, or committed no violence at all. I know how it feels to have someone after your significant other, but you can't seriously injure people. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why not?" He glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because you have superpowers most people don't. You can kill someone with that temper of yours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah!" He answers. Before i can say anything else the Black widow gasping catches my attention I look over to where she's looking, and see A teenage version Of Stark in  the "Iron Boy " Armor. I guess he didn't just find it after all. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1286342711428082194?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1286342711428082194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1286342711428082194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1286342711428082194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1286342711428082194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/08/mirai-why-do-these-kids-have-to-fight.html' title='Mirai:  Why do these kids have to fight us?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1543568214285777271</id><published>2007-06-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:52:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks:I think my dad hates me.</title><content type='html'>First he made me train with in the damn hyperbolic time chamber. Imagine spending a year alone with my dad in another dimension. It's pretty much how' you would think it would turn out. I' awaken at like 5 in the morning (I guess weird ass dimension had no night.) And train constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only break I had was eating or sleeping. Oh And Dad is not the bet conversationalist. I tried to talk to him and all I get was him grunting at me or or growling. That could have something to do with him being in ss5 form most of he time though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I did benefit I'm stronger than Cabain now and probably am now a better martial artist. That'll just give him something more to complain about. Ok So when I get back I just wanna sleep, and maybe spend some time with the fairer sex but noooo. Dad sends me to fight space pirates with a bunch of saiyans that hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we caught them But I'll tell you something, I didn't want to put their captain away. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rn9FjhDjFJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JO1nieIIM4o/s1600-h/Pirate+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rn9FjhDjFJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JO1nieIIM4o/s200/Pirate+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079855381168198802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez! And what made it worse was when we meet up with Queen Galacta. After a year being around no women Well I stared at her chest for a second But then I thought dammit I'm being rude. So i try to look at her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rn9HbhDjFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NksU-w9igOc/s1600-h/Galactica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rn9HbhDjFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NksU-w9igOc/s200/Galactica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079857442752500898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Ok Look only at the floor the floor is good. Well after that bit of fun,. I went home and Marron refuses to talk to me, and well the saiyan females have ignoring me because guess what dad ordered them to leave me alone hell he called them gold diggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. The old man should stay out of it, I'm a grown man, and would punch him, if I didn't know it would end with me ending up in the hospital eating from a tube. Sigh this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1543568214285777271?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1543568214285777271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1543568214285777271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1543568214285777271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1543568214285777271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/06/trunksi-think-my-dad-hates-me.html' title='Trunks:I think my dad hates me.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rn9FjhDjFJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JO1nieIIM4o/s72-c/Pirate+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-3255830701608867770</id><published>2007-06-14T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:50:50.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks: I take what's mine...</title><content type='html'>HA ha! Dad picked me to be his successor. Though that's kind of Nothing I really have to worry about, I mean Pop could live for centuries still. What can I say I did gloat, to my brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai shook his head. " I don't care I didn't want it anyway." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah right!" I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Think what you want. I have too much on my plate as it is. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, just shrugged it off, and went to his little clubhouse, with his little friends, and now I'm getting calls from damned Bat man that he was pulling some kind of stupid pranks, with them. I'll have to deal with it I suppose, Since Dad would just give him ideas for better pranks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabian glares at me. " Once again Father gives you something instead of you earning it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Awww are wuo jealous widdle Cabain?" I mock. "Why don't you cry to your wife about it? Our maybe you can go attack me or dad in a little temper tantrum?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah! You are no longer worth my rage! And O least I have a wife, you'll die alone Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I doubt it I truly do." I smirk. As he leaves. Now to party with some of those fine Saiyan ladies, I know Dad left Son Goku here to stop me form partying., but he's easy enough to distract I left him in front of an all you can eat Buffet , No one will see him for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella just had to show up in the middle of the partying. " You know those women don't care about you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know I don' really care Munchkin I'm having fun so what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There trying to get in position with the royal family. I mean really besides Goku when have you heard of a full blooded saiyan having fun? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh so suddenly the eight month old knows everything huh? Didn't You call me last week because the Boogieman was in your closet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But.. He was!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok whatever, When there 's an evil monkey in your closet call me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That would be cute, The Boogeyman's not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vella go home!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I would, But Inertia won't leave me alone. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. " Ok the things that are going to happen here, you shouldn't see so Go find another one of our siblings and bother them!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes off mumbling "jerk!" hunh what does she know?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-3255830701608867770?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/3255830701608867770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=3255830701608867770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3255830701608867770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/3255830701608867770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/06/trunks-i-take-whats-mine.html' title='Trunks: I take what&apos;s mine...'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1366867758981943624</id><published>2007-06-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:19:39.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Damn it what have I done?</title><content type='html'>I don't get it i traveled up and down the time line, and found that Tony stark would be important to stopping whatever impending crisis comes. But in nowhere in my travels was such a big tyrant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! He's been going on a downward spiral ever since he's gotten that Extremis virus. Maybe it counteracts the effects of the nanites I gave him to cure his problems after being under mind control so long? No matter what I'm pissed that he'd just try to pull my little brother, and sister into the Initiative, especially when that Major,guy, and Hank Pym , have pretty much proven they don't know what he hell they're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending pretty much untrained kids to fight Hydra? Yeah that's smart. Or what happened to that MVP boy? And of course my brother an sister being saiyans they are be looked on with suspicion by the other initiative troops. Hell. Me and Goten have been ever since my idiot grandfather decided "The Earth is mine Mwhahahahahahaha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that's dying down since Father has taken over the King's role. But still those two don't need to be Initiative , unless they want to be. It took a whole Civil War to get that into my head though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I decide to go see deputy Director Stark, and hash this out. And of course he starts in on what sounds like a diabolical plan. " Aw Mirai, good, I want you to convince your father to make you the his successor .. Then in case they start anything.. well you know how succession goes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" I protest. " I will not spy on the saiyans, nor will I kill my father, unless He's starts some kind of evil plan, but you know what he won't he doesn't want the planet. Hell your Buddy Professor X has read his mind enough times to know that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Things change Mirai, And what's with this loyalty all of the sudden ? where was that when we sent you after Gohan?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fists clench. " Maybe the Kool-aid had gotten bitter since then." Ok Really I just thought Gohan would either register or quit, I didn't think he'd fight so hard against us.. But that's water under the bridge now, and my shame . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why did you kidnap my brother and sister?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kidnap? Nope. Mirai they were suspected of being in with the saiyans." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's bull! " I scream " They were fighting the saiyans when you found them!" And the hell was up with the Batgirl blackmail?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We had a tape... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've seen that tape! It doesn't show a murder! it shows a girl who is obviously high as a kite confessing to a murder that didn't happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark grins. " Vincent didn't know that. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Put your helmet on." I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do it before I punch your head off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts the helmet on. " Now Mirai we don't have to do... " Then my fist knocks him outside the Helicarrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly after him. And am greeted by some repulsor rays.When I dodge them He slams into me." Whats' happened to you? " he shots. " You were my most trusted soldier just because of some dumb kids you turn on me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! " I exclaim," this is just the straw that broke the camel's back! With Thor Clones, and lying the dying of Captain America you trying to make a new fake Captain America and the betrayals I can't take it any more! We're the good guys dammit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws a punch with some kind of energy glowing around his fist. I fall back and he fires some kind of gas Last he fires a of sonic blasts. . " Too bad you had to grow a conscience on me Mirai, But the ends justify the means I thought you knew that. I guess I was wrong." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk at him "You were wrong about a lot of things, Tony." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the hell? " he screams . " You should be out cold. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn ss4. " Your not the only that's smart Tony. Ki field to keep the gas out. earplugs to neutralize the sonics. Burning attack!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shields hold out like I thought they would, but I know that armor can't be 100 percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I guess you just tend to see me as muscle huh Stark? you forget I'm my mother's son as much as my father's !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do kill me?" Stark accuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. But someone needs to beat some sense into you. Someone you just can't inject with nanites, and make them lose their powers. n Oh and if you tried that with me, I'd just neutralize with some I invent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He all of the sudden gets Father's fighting style and pummels on me a bit. One problem Father doesn't show a lot of what's he capable of unless he's backed to wall. So I'm pretty sure some of the alien Martial arts he's taught his kids aren't in Tony's computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I confirm it when I use one of those moves, and break a panel in his chest armor. Which gets me blasted in the face for From his chest laser. " ok Let's try something you can't counter!" I yell taking out Stormcutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw some lightning bolts. Messing up his armor as he falls to the earth below I just let him fall I know what that armor can do. He'll live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I land by him. " I hope you take this as a wake up call Tony, but if not don't mess with my family again got it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to clapping from behind. It's Col. Fury . " You kids certainly put on a show . I'll give you that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sir." I say modestly. " But um ... well I have no excuse , if you want to fire me, or Arrest me I'll come quietly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puffs his cigar a bit. " Nah, if I arrested all the people that wanted to punch Stark. I'd be putting away half the country. Hmmm Well. Go home the rest of the day and cool off. We'll just consider this a warning ok ? And as for you rich boy!" he glares at Tony. " I have to talk to you about some unauthorised arrests, and misuse of SHIELD personnel and equipment, also what's this I hear about you attacking your own allies on the battle field?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the two of them to argue. what am I going to do with the rest of the day? I know I can teach HS, Justice, Vincent and Vella how to play Baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1366867758981943624?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1366867758981943624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1366867758981943624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1366867758981943624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1366867758981943624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/06/mirai-damn-it-what-have-i-done.html' title='Mirai: Damn it what have I done?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-157023558378381662</id><published>2007-05-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:42:41.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: A trip to the GD Universe</title><content type='html'>The portal opens on what looks like the Batcave. No I haven't been in there, in this timeline, but in mine, well all it is is a destroyed husk, and I saw it there. It's also where I found the hammer that would later be reforged into Stormcutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I do not want to be here. especially with all the crap I go through with the Bats of my universe. Well not my Universe, the universe my mucking with time created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only home I have now. I push this out of my mind, and activate The Dragon Radar . Cool, What luck. The ball is only a few feet away, Good work Mother! It's in a trophy case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has some security alarms Though there isn't a security alarm that The Bats, of any universe can make that I can't hack, I am my mother's son after all. Just as much as I'm my father's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it in a few seconds and have the ball, when I hear some kid crying. Well i thought this was going to be easy but noooo. I find the kid, and I'm a little surprised to find he's a miniature version of Nightwing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's making me eat rats!" The kid sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who is ? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This harsh voice screams " What are you retarded or something ? I'm the Goddamn Bat man!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be kidding me. A brain dead version of Batman? " Why the hell are you making this kid eat rats?" Man I thought father was bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's training you purple haired pansy! How the hell did you get in here? Doesn't matter I'm gonna rip your *^%*&amp; off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knock him out with a flick of my finger. And grab up the kid, and fly him out of there. I know Not my universe But this drives me crazy, if I didn't do something I'd never forgive myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reality's Gotham is worse than the one I know, and that's saying a lot. Ok So he's not staying here. I fly somewhere, and run into this realities Wonder Woman Who calls me a "sperm bank" and threatens to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JLA are all wussies especially Superman who starts yelling "I'm useless I'm pathetic!" Is everyone in this reality insane? Well I guess it's time to trust the sword. Storm cutter sometimes helps me find things I normally can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concentrate and open a portal to some orphanage in this universe's West City. After being assured he'll be looked after, I go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I see that there's six dragon balls gathered one more, and Bra will have her kid or kids back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk past the lab I greet Father. Who just grunts. Well that's about normal. Half way through the door, Vincent slams into me head first. i see he's had his nose bloodied and came through a wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who did this to you?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella flies through the hole at SS2? Damn these kids go up the level fast! But that is more evidence to my theory that turning supersaiyan mutates the DNA. In my Timeline Father, wasn't an Ss When i was conceived, I made it to Ss at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This timeline's trunks was conceived after Dad transformed , and became A super saiyan as a child. Bra Was conceived as Dad was at SS2 And she went up the levels fast when she actually trained. And these two were conceived after Dad made it to SS 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck they could have been born potential super saiyans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vella!" Vince yells " Back off I don't want to hurt you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who's the one bleeding jerk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the two of them by the collars and pick them up." Ok You two what's this about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He tried to pimp me out!" Vella accusses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I did not! " Vincent protests. " I guess I mis read the situation at the tournament! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are giving me a headache. " Ok you two you want to fight? Go get your armors. we're going outside, and you two can beat each other up all you want! But your going by tournament rules Got it? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your not our father!" Vella whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I'm just your older brother! But I'm a lot nicer than our father go ! Move!" Sigh. kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-157023558378381662?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/157023558378381662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=157023558378381662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/157023558378381662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/157023558378381662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/05/mirai-trip-to-gd-universe.html' title='Mirai: A trip to the GD Universe'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-6269017753574562748</id><published>2007-05-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:45:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks:Another Dragonball: Earth? I don't know.</title><content type='html'>So to bring back my niece or nephew whatever, I'm here on some alternate Earth looking for some kind of weird dragon ball that's a multiverse ball. I know one thing, so far I don't like this Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because here Dad And Wolverine aren't enemies, I'm not sure what they are, but it scares me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rk0twZBlv-I/AAAAAAAAACs/J1tJMjvc1r4/s1600-h/Badman_Bar_by_kalamitykat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rk0twZBlv-I/AAAAAAAAACs/J1tJMjvc1r4/s200/Badman_Bar_by_kalamitykat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065755465236201442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also I was hit on by drunken Gambit, but that Happens every time I'm in the X-mansion anyway, so I just punch him, and fly towards the dragonball. Man I'll tell you this is being here on Earth freaky ( Yeah that's what I call it so what?) Is a nice break from the home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I have to run Capsule Corp, and when I get home Marron is asking where this relationship is going. Also Mom keeps hinting that we Should get married. Arrrrrgh! Also Granpa flips and thinks it's a good idea to invade Earth. What's he thinking? that the people will just roll over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella, and Bra are worried that dad is going to murder gramps, and take the crown . But the way dad talked about him, when I was growing up I doubt it, probably just put him in the Phantom Zone or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dragon radar starts beeping like crazy , And I see the weirdest thing, a tribe was like worshipping the dragon ball and were about to sacrifice this hot babe to it. Well here's hoping my telepathy works over here, so they can understand what i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Halt! Don't kill that woman! By order of the Prince of all saiyans!" Hey that sounds pretty good. And well it's a forgone conclusion that when dad becomes the king I'll be the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tribe guys started attacking me. arrows bounce off my ki shield a few blasts discourage them from pressing the attack. they finally run away, and I take the D-ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How can I ever thank you ?" The babe asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk. " I can think of a few ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you really a prince?" she rubs my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my life." I grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next well it was awesome. I get back to my Earth. After a couple of hours, Mom looks at me and rolls her eyes, damn I have lipstick all over my face. Dad is over in the corner with the two star silver D-ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just hope you didn't bring back some extradimensonal STD boy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-6269017753574562748?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/6269017753574562748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=6269017753574562748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6269017753574562748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6269017753574562748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/05/trunksanother-dragonball-earth-i-dont.html' title='Trunks:Another Dragonball: Earth? I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/Rk0twZBlv-I/AAAAAAAAACs/J1tJMjvc1r4/s72-c/Badman_Bar_by_kalamitykat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-5368176537643542722</id><published>2007-04-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:03:17.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman?</title><content type='html'>Me and Trunks were supposed to watch Vincent, and Vella. Someone left the doors open to Capsule Corp, and these animals were running around.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RjL_hXCljYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OT-LkKmCdt4/s1600-h/Trunks_Pikachu_and_Eevee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RjL_hXCljYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OT-LkKmCdt4/s200/Trunks_Pikachu_and_Eevee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058386280076119426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" They must like your smell ." I laugh at Trunks then I thought about it, if they like his then they'll like mine. And of course a few minutes later. I'm Glomped by weird animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pulling some critters off of me I catch Vincent trying to sneak out. I grab him by his collar. " Uh uh. Your not going anywhere. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vella got to go out!" He whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vella isn't grounded ." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Come on I just want to give Cass her prize money , and belt. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug. " Sorry Dad said specifically you can't see your girlfriend, or leave the house. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Since when re you his whipping boy?" he yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Since you decided killing superheroes in tournaments was a good idea? Look I know you went through a lot since then after that , and you have a new outlook on killing but still Dad's right you need to be punished. Just feel lucky that Kon dodged that attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah That was a stupid thing to do." he murmurs. " Now I wouldn't try it to a good but dumb man .Like him, but scum like that Al ghul kid, yeah I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's not that black and white... Look you'll have plenty of time to worry about this when your older, I didn't get a childhood , You should just sit back and enjoy yours. I mean you've literally grown up too fast. No need to rush into being an adult huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look Just let me see Cass for a few minutes I won't tell Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry kiddo."I shake my head " You'll see her soon enough don't worry. That's another thing don't be all crazy in love like she's the last girl on Earth Ok? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid if he gets too emotionally involved that the break up will crush him. She's what his second girlfriend? Then again though it's rare, sometimes people do marry their high school sweethearts,and some divorce them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he comes out with " What if Dad wanted to to keep you from Vampi?" he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh " One major difference. Your a teenager I'm a grown man. Father can't tell me what to do anymore." Not that he really could ,since you know the whole being dead while I was growing up thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he mutters something under his breathe as he goes back into the house and one of the things was "father's favorite." Um I doubt our father has a favorite.( Though Bra is a likely candidate.) I know it would not be me. I argued with the old man the most of anyone of us. Since my first time travel trip years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to help Trunks catch what animals we could when the i harsh sound hurts my ears. Clasping my ears I follow he source to a black figure with bats flying away from him Batman. and some kind of thing on his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You weren't at Vampirella's mansion. Trouble at home?" I didn't like the tiny bit of hope that was in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! I'm just baby sitting stalker boy!" Next thing he knows I have his belt in my hand, you would think he'd be uses to people having super speed by now. I break the sonar device. Then I back hand him away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok without these gadgets you really don't have a shot against me. Now I'm going to tell you for the last time stay away from my Wife!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This isn't about that." The Bat coughs out some blood. " Word on the street is your Heroslayer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this again. I'm sick of people accusing me of that! I was ready to punch a hole in his head instead I crush his belt. " Just because he said he was me to take my little sister off her game doesn't mean It's true!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" are you willing to take truth serum? or a lie detector to prove that? or better yet let Diana wrap her lasso around you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bring them On!" I answer "I have nothing to hide I am not Heroslayer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes squint. "Hnh." Just then this flash bang grenade takes out my eyes,and hurts my ears even more . When see who it is I sigh Nightwing! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RjMK0HCljZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j0OY7u1p9YE/s1600-h/Batman-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RjMK0HCljZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j0OY7u1p9YE/s200/Batman-color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058398696826572178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave Bats Another belt. but there's something I don't know .. off. His smell , and Ki are different. " Jason! " Batman shouts. " He willingly surrendered There was no need for you to intervene! Why are you wearing Nightwing's costume?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You always were too soft Batman!" 'Jason' rants. He's about to attack when I stun him with a small Ki blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over to Batman. " Who's he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not important right now. Though I do appreciate you not killing him. " He takes out this small device from his glove. " Watchtower, Two to teleport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Looks like I'll get to see the famous Watchtower.Pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-5368176537643542722?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/5368176537643542722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=5368176537643542722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/5368176537643542722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/5368176537643542722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/04/batman.html' title='Batman?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RjL_hXCljYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OT-LkKmCdt4/s72-c/Trunks_Pikachu_and_Eevee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-6897742524743791030</id><published>2007-04-08T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:00:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weird last few days.</title><content type='html'>I don 't know why but at the office, PSI-Corps members kept asking me weird things like " What do you think of the Question?" to which I answer "Who?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show me this picture of a guy with no face. " Ok he looks weird but what am I supposed to be feel? Oh and I can feel you guys going through my head. What is it you want?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you Heroslayer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look at each other. "He truly believes he's not him. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes and he does not have a split personality or any other psychological disorder. We must tell Col. Fury."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. glad that's settled. I'm not going to go "Dark Mirai " on everyone. Speaking Of Heroslayer that nut job's little crusade has gotten super villains going after him, and worse he's a SHIELD agent. Or he has access to our tech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury wants him off the street, and in prison before a civilian gets hurt. Which could happen with meta human psychos going after him. Well after a couple of days of nothing, I take my day off to participate in this Bodakai, and my Father forces me to team with Trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he 's trying to get us to stop fighting, and you know I've tried that too. Several times now. I may just have to write him off, though it kinda hurts I just have to accept the two of us will never get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we actually worked well together until we fought Cabain, and Dragon, Then He got stupid. I accidentally bumped into him And Trunks goes ape S###t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He punches me out of the ring, so it was pretty easy. For Dragon and Cabin to take him down. Dragon didn't make it into the singles tournament because Vincent beat him up pretty bad. Just as Goten , had roughed up Ken and Ryu so bad neither one of them could get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Now I'm in the far more comfortable singles tournament. And watching as Vincent lost to Kon-El. Mother goes all crazy, and so does Trunks, and Cabain, Who is swearing vengeance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Father standstill in our places not really worrying about we can feel his ki he's fine, despite pile driven at the speed of sound. We saiyans are pretty tough. He'll have a headache and some bruises but will be stronger when he heals. I know for a fact that Goku has some Senzu Beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys back off the hybrid kryptonian It's not like Vince would have been any nicer to him in the way he would win. So I have to fight Tien huh? Oh yeah I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-6897742524743791030?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/6897742524743791030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=6897742524743791030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6897742524743791030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6897742524743791030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-weird-last-few-days.html' title='What a weird last few days.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-59315423866793644</id><published>2007-03-24T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:58:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai: Ok This is getting personal.</title><content type='html'>Crime Alley has come up with nothing on this Heroslayer. He hasn't made any appearances since his little bar freak out. So Ive been trying to find HS in my spare time. Not working out so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Kid Devil I found turned out to be some teenage fetish... thing. You know I wasn't sure if that was a boy or girl. Well any way When I'm leaving for work this morning Trunks comes up. And he's in pissy rich boy mode oh boy. At least I had my morning coffee. Without that, I'd probably put him in the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgYd5q6KMLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75tRI_wSf5k/s1600-h/trunks24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgYd5q6KMLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75tRI_wSf5k/s200/trunks24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045753309123195058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude you've done some pretty low things in the past year, but what you pulled last last night was way too much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sleeping? Maybe he should try it sometime. " Look 'dude' I have to to go to work can we schedule Emo Time for this evening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs me by the my shirt. " I know about Heroslayer." He gets his face close to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you kiss me I'll scream." I push him off of me . " Ok you know I'm on the Heroslayer case. What of it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No not that . I know you are Heroslayer." He accuses. Of course I'm shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgYjOq6KMMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gd-wjGKiUBw/s1600-h/Trunks%2520startled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgYjOq6KMMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gd-wjGKiUBw/s200/Trunks%2520startled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045759167458586818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you insane?" I ask. " I'm not the Heroslayer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So changing your story now huh? Well that's not what Vella said when you attacked her!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What Vella was attacked?" I shout. " Is she ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" As if you didn't know. " He keeps going on this line of crap . Where did he get it in his empty head that I was Heroslayer? " Vincent. Supergirl, and Batgirl were attacked too, and you nearly killed Vince's girlfriend. What for huh? some kind of point? Your one sick bastard!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. That poor kid. " Is Batgirl going to be alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why? Want another shot at her? If you must know, she's in Mom's rejuvenation tank. But Dad, and I will be there in case you try anything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm trying not to punch him, it's very hard. " Why do you keep insinuating I'm Heroslayer? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because you told Vella! You was trying to get her to just lay down and die, but she fought back!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand on my chin, and start thinking. " He said he was me? that means he must have access to us or a very good dossier on us all. I need to talk to Vella , and Vincent. Kara I can catch up to at the Helicarrier...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs my arm. " Your not going anywhere near them!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me go Trunks, and think for a moment this guy is playing some kind of mind game , and you just want to believe his lies because you like to think the worst of me. Why is that? Self loathing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" He grips my arm harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You heard me. I'm you. Or what you could have been. Your problems with me have to wait. While a dangerous nutjob is running around,trying to kill my family, and and one sweet kid is already injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls to him and shouts" Your not going to try and hurt them again!" and punches me. I fly through some trees, and land on a grave stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get up , shake my head at the stupidity of this. Vampi runs out, and gets between us. " What are you doing ? What is it this time?" She chides like she's talking to two children, in Trunks' case she might be right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear car drive up , and turn it's Goten , and Bra. " Hey man? Did I just see you fly into some tress where's the attack? Who's the badguy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Bad guy." I retort "Just an overgrown child. I'm not going to fight you Trunks, I'm going to let this one go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it about this time? " Bra asks struggling to get out of the car, man she is really showing. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgY1pK6KMNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KMYbHRzLPRc/s1600-h/bra+preggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgY1pK6KMNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KMYbHRzLPRc/s200/bra+preggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045779413934420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks just has it in his head that I'm Heroslayer is all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who?" Bra queries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy we were assigned to investigate." Goten pipes in. " Trunks why would you think he's Mirai?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Interrupt him. " I'll tell you in the Car, Goten. We're going to my Father's and Mother's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten looks confused. " I just dropped Bra off here for a baby shower, I thought we were going to work. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We are Goten, This is work related. Heroslayer, attacked The twins , and thier friends last night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why didn't you say so? Get in!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get in the car I hear Bra Nag trunks. " How can you believe that about your own Brother? Now where's Marron? She's invited to this shower. Did you leave her at your house? you'd better go and get her, I know she'll Be mad if she misses it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Had to laugh about that , before i called Col. Fury, and Deputy Director Stark saying I have a lead on the Heroslayer case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-59315423866793644?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/59315423866793644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=59315423866793644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/59315423866793644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/59315423866793644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/03/mirai-ok-this-is-getting-personal.html' title='Mirai: Ok This is getting personal.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/RgYd5q6KMLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75tRI_wSf5k/s72-c/trunks24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-6363345215567395900</id><published>2007-03-20T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:44:46.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai:Heroslayer?</title><content type='html'>It's been a tough last couple of weeks. First HS went missing , Vampi is afraid he went and Eloped with Laura Kinney. Or Laura Logan, whatever she's going by these days. I end not to think so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sword can't find him, which means magic is involved somewhere, And Dr. Strange isn't helping anybody from SHIELD, after the whole Civil War . So I'll have to go elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Mr. Stark lost the election to &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2007/03/votes-are-in.html"&gt;Nick Fury.&lt;/a&gt; No I guess it didn't take a time traveler to see that coming. I tried I really did , But it turns out the old guard in SHIELD, Don't want the changes Mr. Stark was bringing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of zoned out at the office, looking for my son. Ran into my little brother, and sister , Vince, and Vella, running around on roof tops. Kind of surprised they weren't shadowed by Batgirl. Evreytime I've seen Vince lately she's been tagging along. Sometimes hitting him. Then again to a saiyan, that's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent the two rug rats home, though I know for Certain Father was watching them, felt his ki for half a second. I likely messed up some kind of training program was putting them through, or he just wanted to keep tabs on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way , when I went into work this morning, I was zoned out. almost fell asleep, when This file fell on desk, I look up to see Goten Grinning like an idiot. " Rough night with Vampi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't know about HS missing do you?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Come on Mirai you were a teenager too once this kind of thing is normal." He laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry. When I was HS' Age I was too busy dodging death machines to pull this kind of crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And this will be the first time today you've mentioned the androids . Are we going for 30 more as usual? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" All right kiddies stop with banter " Nick Fury bellows. " Daddy's home and it's time for you both to listen up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai. Open the file Goten dropped on your desk. I open it too see this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/Rf-nsq6KMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8yahTTr3qI/s1600-h/Heroslayer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/Rf-nsq6KMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8yahTTr3qI/s200/Heroslayer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043934493552554146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Heroslayer?" I ask. " So who's he ripping off here Spider-man or Batman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" With a little Moon Knight thrown in for good measure." Goten quips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok you two if I wanted comedy I would watch some old Benny Hill videos." Col. Fury growls . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten looks confused " Who's Benny Hill?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury shakes his head. " Kids." He turns our attention back to the fuile. " This guy was seen around your neck of the woods in the Crime Alley bar. He was bragging about how he was going to murder Mirai's teenage brother and the Batgirl. Kept yelling the name Cassandra Cain, that name mean any thing to you Mirai? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No sir." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well it does too me. You see I looked it up and It turns out this Assassin for Ra's Al Ghul. Named David Cain had a daughter named Cassandra. Rumor has it he tried a little experiment with her. To make her into some kind of super killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't teach her language Only Body language so she could read, and know what her opponent would do before they did it. They say the girl grew up unable to read , write or speak, how well does Batgirl talk Mirai?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug. " Fairly well, from what I've heard. Though she seems to have sort of a muttering thing going on, but I think it's because she's shy around us a family of superpowered aliens. She mostly talks to Vince or Vella. Why Sir? Do you think this Cassandra is Batgirl?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puffs smoke out of his mouth form his cigar. " Let's just say I hope not. If this nut job, ends up killing the League of Assassins heir. It could be bad. Not only that but, the rumored mother, Lady Shiva is in West City. She always watched the Budokai. But she was reported to have said that she had a 'special interest' in this one. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Now that I think of it I think Vincent mentioned his girlfriend entering. But is she this girl with no language skills? Nah. I've talked to her, and she talked back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten speaks up. " I've seen Batgirl fight, and I know what Vincent can do , what makes Red here think he can take either one of them? Also how do we know he isn't some whack job mouthing off after couple of drinks?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good questions Goten." Fury nods. " We don't actually except some of the stuff he was spouting in the bar seemed similar to what was scrawled in blood. At a murder scene for the super hero called Perfect Man. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Probably killed him for that name. " Goten snickered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not Funny. " Fury chides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in the file , and read what the blood writing on the wall. " For his hypocrisy this hero has been slain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury gets my attention. " Mirai I you used to skulk, around In Dark Town during your bounty hunter days. See if you can get any clues about this guy. Especially go to the Crime alley bar. Talk to your brother at the Police department , and see if they have any any thing on this guy. Goten your Dad being a former Budokai champion could useful there, see if anyone has been looking for names registered there, or if Lady Shiva has been seen. ell you have your assignments get to them on second thought Mirai, you may need to go to the barracks and get a couple hours of sleep first." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But sir I'm fine." I protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You look like death warmed over, and that's putting it nicely. Go, Sleep, then look for clues , and that's an order!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's going to be hard sleeping knowing this nut is out for my little brother's blood , then another thought crossed my mind, what if this whacko had found HS, and that's why he's missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-6363345215567395900?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/6363345215567395900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=6363345215567395900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6363345215567395900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/6363345215567395900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/03/miraiheroslayer.html' title='Mirai:Heroslayer?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOnddT7lI90/Rf-nsq6KMKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8yahTTr3qI/s72-c/Heroslayer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-1138517628427571493</id><published>2007-02-27T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:33:32.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for I-Capsule</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm a total shill. Or it could be that selling these things keeps food on my table. But any way I have some things to get out of the way first. Yes I did mess up Mirai's poster with the beer ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Iron man is the jerk that put my dad in a prison that was in the Negative Zone. Yes there's still a bit of a grudge there, also if the Registration Act makes a come back, guess who's going to be my first target in the new war? Well after Mirai that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hear rumblings That the other heroes are going to organize into a network or something, so Yeah if you guys do that sign me especially If I don't have to be a SHIELD agent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stockholders are trying to get me to to ask , mom to stop with nude drunken times on AMR3. Well, one I have a hard time telling her anything. Let's just say you can't get a word in edgewise when she's angry. Two. She is bringing free advertising to Capsule Corp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah though, I can't watch the show anymore. Somethings about your parents you just don't want to know, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I know Vampi displayed, some of the advertisements for I-Capsules. Now I'm going to show you guys a few more. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQB7VzhEoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p_sISbkK1m0/s1600-h/iPod_Piccolo_by_Nanamirio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQB7VzhEoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p_sISbkK1m0/s200/iPod_Piccolo_by_Nanamirio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036152402284188290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccolo, did one. OK buddy those blackmail pictures go back into the vault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQEAVzhEpI/AAAAAAAAABI/AQVwTp3QJMQ/s1600-h/Vegeta_iPod_style_by_dbzhq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQEAVzhEpI/AAAAAAAAABI/AQVwTp3QJMQ/s200/Vegeta_iPod_style_by_dbzhq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036154687206789778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, who can now have his allowance back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQFy1zhEqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hgFdKrNjoVg/s1600-h/Casstoons_No__9_by_Cass_Cult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQFy1zhEqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hgFdKrNjoVg/s200/Casstoons_No__9_by_Cass_Cult.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036156654301811362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQJ5VzhErI/AAAAAAAAABY/BiVpvPjf1v0/s1600-h/ihero_by_mitsukaitoori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQJ5VzhErI/AAAAAAAAABY/BiVpvPjf1v0/s200/ihero_by_mitsukaitoori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036161164017472178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his girlfriends did ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQLFVzhEsI/AAAAAAAAABg/7S9kwAlhBmE/s1600-h/iLove_GxV_by_Ninjin_chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQLFVzhEsI/AAAAAAAAABg/7S9kwAlhBmE/s200/iLove_GxV_by_Ninjin_chan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036162469687530178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one here between Gohan, and Videl got a little too steamy. And skin was flashed. Didn't mind the Videl part so much, Gohan scarred me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQOvFzhEtI/AAAAAAAAABo/in5sPaJP0D4/s1600-h/Hes_got_one_too__by_THEKID23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQOvFzhEtI/AAAAAAAAABo/in5sPaJP0D4/s200/Hes_got_one_too__by_THEKID23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166485481951954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supes wanted the pay he got from this to be donated to charity. What a  good guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQPSFzhEuI/AAAAAAAAABw/IZ5IKGfiGVE/s1600-h/ipod+Wolverine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQPSFzhEuI/AAAAAAAAABw/IZ5IKGfiGVE/s200/ipod+Wolverine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036167086777373410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates my dad but he likes a pay check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQS21zhEvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5ppBQVbzKyA/s1600-h/Ipod+hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQS21zhEvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5ppBQVbzKyA/s200/Ipod+hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171016672449266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hulk was paid in cookies, Too bad somone put Death Metal on that I Capsule As You can see it riled him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last. Because I have no shame.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQWfFzhEwI/AAAAAAAAACA/9ARrJBxjO24/s1600-h/Trunks_iPod_Advertisment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQWfFzhEwI/AAAAAAAAACA/9ARrJBxjO24/s200/Trunks_iPod_Advertisment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036175006697067266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-1138517628427571493?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/1138517628427571493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=1138517628427571493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1138517628427571493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/1138517628427571493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/02/prepare-for-i-capsule.html' title='Prepare for I-Capsule'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/ReQB7VzhEoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p_sISbkK1m0/s72-c/iPod_Piccolo_by_Nanamirio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-8602329181974956899</id><published>2007-02-13T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:48:10.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpin' little bro with his girl. Part 2</title><content type='html'>So Blogger finally badgered me into getting the new Blogger. Bah! OK after I convinced Vince to let me help him , I built him a head set, and rewired Giru into a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKMK_PA_fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RSJuemk50iA/s1600-h/Trunks_Works_on_Giru__COMPLETE_by_lauraneato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKMK_PA_fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RSJuemk50iA/s320/Trunks_Works_on_Giru__COMPLETE_by_lauraneato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031237854127259122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took all of the components from the Dragon Radar he ate. Sure Mom built another one , but it never hurts to have a spare, and I'd rather not have one that talks , and shrieks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Vince goes out with Batgirl I dunno. Maybe she's cute under that mask or something. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKPbfPA_gI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FXEYuP4KpM0/s1600-h/batgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKPbfPA_gI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FXEYuP4KpM0/s320/batgirl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031241436129984002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My normal lines don't work because I can't see what she looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it really matters she's not much of a talker. They pretty much start sparring when they meet. She starts telling him what he's done wrong, and how she read what he was going do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can do that huh? Hm that's the kind of skill you train forever for. Odd that a teenager has it. I notice she kept staring at him. Oh yeah she likes him. And her body language defiantly backed up the thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Vincent is so inexperienced he's not picking up the signals. " Start talking about how nice the night is." I tell him over the mike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" He asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's just an ice breaker, then ask her about her day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does As i ask. And the girl kind of acts like she's shocked " Are you OK?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Maybe it's best not to let him act out of personality. OK I'll just tell when he's making a mistake. Heh. I most likely don't need to help him at all. They skulk around the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These other teens start hassling. My Brother , and Batgirl. One of them I recognize. He's the son of a business competitor. " Hey Briefs! Who's the Goth Chick?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" None of your business. Steadman!" Vincent shouts . " Go away and take your your orgy friends with you or I'll hurt you again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steadman laughs. " Ah poor little alien. Doesn't realize that human girls should stick with humans! Or maybe that freak isn't human!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys Grabs Batgirl's buttocks, and gets his hand broken. Then the idiots Start attacking. Some of them pile on my little brother. The others are taken down down pretty quick by the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince knocks the other kids away off of him very ungently with his strength." Do You like being hurt? Why the Hell do you mess with me? I can kill you with a flick of hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steadman growls "Because you don't belong on this planet weirdo.Now You have to deal with my body guard!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKla_PA_hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TaRPEm8dJAo/s1600-h/bane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKla_PA_hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TaRPEm8dJAo/s320/bane1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031265616795860498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bane!" Batgirl yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Smirks. " A wrestler? Oh this is going to be easy!" I notice a tube going from his arm to his brain This chemical flows through it. And " Bane" grows bigger. The weirdo punches my little brother making him fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big dude turns on Bat girl" I have broken your mentor Now I will break you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knocks him back several feet with a kick. She keeps dodging his punches, And making him feel pain. For a human she's good. really good. A gold glow messes up the camera for a sec, and I see Vince in SS mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes out Bane in one punch. " Ha! Take that You steroid freak! Now die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend gets in the way. " Don't kill him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cass! He would have done the same to us!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes... But he's beaten. And You don't know what it's like to kill."&lt;br /&gt;" Then Vincent makes his first mistake. " Yes I do I killed Frieza's Henchmen that captured me! They took me from my parents! Tried to make me a weapon They deserved what they got!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No!" I shout into the mike . " Your sounding like a psycho!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cass" shakes her head. " All you do is blast someone you don't read what's happening to someone as they die. Pain fear then nothing." She fades into the shadows. Uh Oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vincent! Say something!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah! Let her go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! Don't let her go!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What should I say? I'm a killer Pure and simple." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! You were a scared kid who just reacted! Oh yeah you did over do it on the Bane thing! You beat him you should have just shut up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But... Dad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dad doesn't kill everyone he fights, just those that would threaten him again! And then in most cases those are self defense!" Then I realize something He just recently turned Super saiyan he still hasn't gotten over the whole agressiveness thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds her in a few seconds. Well she is pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdK2Z_PA_iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0oybDuZl4ls/s1600-h/Batgirl_3_Un_masked_Colored_by_Fastfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdK2Z_PA_iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0oybDuZl4ls/s200/Batgirl_3_Un_masked_Colored_by_Fastfood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031284291313663522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Did whoever's on the head set get you to find to follow me ?" she murmurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes that's my doofus older brother." He looks down. " I guess I've screwed up huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You didn't kill Bane did you?" She Queries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. But I could call my other brother The cop , and file assault charges." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles " there's hope for you yet saiyan. " She then slaps him on the forehead. It looked like she might kiss him , but I'm not sure she threw a Batarang at Giru. Yeah I'm not going to find him. That robot's annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-8602329181974956899?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/8602329181974956899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=8602329181974956899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8602329181974956899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/8602329181974956899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/02/helpin-little-bro-with-his-girl-part-2.html' title='Helpin&apos; little bro with his girl. Part 2'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/RdKMK_PA_fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RSJuemk50iA/s72-c/Trunks_Works_on_Giru__COMPLETE_by_lauraneato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-117115242398375650</id><published>2007-02-10T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:11:53.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpin' little bro with his girl. Part 1</title><content type='html'>So I hear Vince has got him self a little martial artist interested in him. Ok being the good big brother I am , and Because I'm off the market I might as well help him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah Marron took me back, I guess I have it easier than that poor Superboy . Everyone seems to be mad at the poor kid.  Draculina had a strong  mental control ability. So I don't get the anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Enough about that. I went to see my kid brother. He was in his room with Vella, She was trying to get him to listen to pop music. He wasn't into it.  " Vella! That sugary sweet music is going to  rot my teeth!" He shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey you two!"  I interject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey Trunks!" Vella happily shouts. While Vincent does Dad's "cross his arms , and look away thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey Vella can you let me talk to our brother alone? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She grins " Guy talk huh? I guess I'll go see what mom or Bra are doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What do you want?" Vince growls. " To  give me another noogie?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Nope."  I answer. " I just heard someone's being a player lately my I'd decided to help. You out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Leave me alone pretty boy."  He turns away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Hey. I hear you have to interested huh? Yup You definitely showing off the saiyan traits. "  I smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He turns around. " One is not interested , but intrigues me , the other is  attractive,   yet we really have nothing to talk about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Kara huh?" I snicker.  " Yeah she's one of those good time girls. The type you don't bring home to mother especially ours. You have your fun then you move on. Now if your wanting a girl to have a relation ship with, you need one with a little more substance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Feh! "  He fires back! " Why is everyone trying to get me to pick Batgirl? I'll choose which one I want ! I mean all she wants to do is spar , and fight things  she shown no interest in dating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So young." I laugh. " If she's hanging around she's interested." " look I have an idea I'll help you out here , just don't tell the Old Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Why? " He gasps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I may mess with you kid, but we're still brothers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-117115242398375650?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/117115242398375650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=117115242398375650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/117115242398375650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/117115242398375650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/02/helpin-little-bro-with-his-girl-part-1.html' title='Helpin&apos; little bro with his girl. Part 1'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116944198604718563</id><published>2007-01-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:59:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must..Kill Mr... Fixit</title><content type='html'>Marron keeps saying I was mind controlled by Vampi into  the little event the other, day. The problem is our bond if that's what it is isn't really all that established yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Either way my conscience is bothering me.  I have to tell Mirai. When I  get to the mansion. Vampi is  with him, and I can't separate the two then she starts talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You know? I'm sick of Joe Fixit. What he did the other day was the last straw,' Something about her voice....Hypnotic. " You know no one's seen him during the day. I bet There's a reason he's less powerful why don't you go an kill him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Know...  That's not right,  I know somehow Fixit is more dangerous during the during the day.. But can't resist... Fixit must die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116944198604718563?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116944198604718563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116944198604718563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116944198604718563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116944198604718563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/mustkill-mr-fixit.html' title='Must..Kill Mr... Fixit'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116901353019068077</id><published>2007-01-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:05:17.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampi's weird behavior</title><content type='html'>Ever since Vampi came back from the fight with Vlad against Saga. She's been different. She's been clingy and needy. Not the type of woman I'm into . At first it was just she wanted sex more often, and didn't want to cook. Those were not problems . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was a little weirded out since she was tougher on the kids but I thought maybe a little of me was rubbing off. But It's not just that she's suddenly into things now. Weird things.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4064/2510/1600/380531/draculina-miari.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4064/2510/200/329213/draculina-miari.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Things I hate. Then she pulls this &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-always-knew-my-sister-had-sweet-life.html"&gt;Stunt at SHIELD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is Stormcutter attacked her. Without my command.  This isn't the first time it's done something without my willing it too. Well I know Trunks has been playing with it, but why the Hell would he want to attack My wife and why when I commanded it too stop did it ignore me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had to actually fight it to get it too stop. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4064/2510/1600/934307/stormcutter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4064/2510/200/428181/stormcutter.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After work I Went to confront Trunks, about his clandestine use of my sword.  When I fly past Capsule Corp. Home. No matter the timeline it's just a welcome site well until I'm knocked back by an explosion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I recover my senses I see Vampi slammed into the ground by a blonde In dressed in pink.    Vampi drags herself to her feet, and   starts talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Listen to my voice Marron, we can share him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Marron! Now I remember her. Krillian and 18's daughter. But I've never seen her face so distorted in anger , and hatred before.  " Keep your pretty little words slut! I'm not interested in them or you! But I have a word for you though Kamehameha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Usually I'm fast enough to either block the Kamehameha. Or get Vampi  out of the way. But I,ve been weak lately. She was hit straight on. Vampi was burned but not killed With a little blood she should be fine. But dammit I should have stopped this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marron looks over at me.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/267133224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Mirai! Take your whore home! Next time she hypnotises Trunks, I'm going to throw a Destructo Disk at her head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok She must be mistaken, maybe Marron is a little jealous of the  relationship Trunks , and Vampi used to  have. Or maybe she's all freaked out after My Brother's  Little side relationship with Sailor Moon, and She sees potential enemies everywhere whatever I 'd better get Vampi home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116901353019068077?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116901353019068077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116901353019068077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116901353019068077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116901353019068077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/vampis-weird-behavior.html' title='Vampi&apos;s weird behavior'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116876373332338088</id><published>2007-01-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:04:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marron's going to kill me</title><content type='html'>I went to Vampi's Mansion to see how she was doing. I heard She'd been through a lot lately. First the fight with Fuji Saga something or other. And A tiff With Goku.  &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt; Then Mr Fixit threatened her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We may not be dating anymore but she's still my friend. Well that And I need to confront Mirai. I know he's mad at his kid for dating The Logan girl. But he should stop roughing the kid up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If not I'm going to smack him on the side of the head with Stormcutter's dull end. See how he likes fighting a grown man for once. I know Stormcutter is his sword, but for it responds to my commands as well I  guess even it has a hard time telling the difference between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've been secretly practicing with it. I think I've discovered one  of it's powers he hasn't yet. It can protect the wielder  underwater. And allow them to breathe there. But I'm not telling him that.  Because well we go from friends to enemies way to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Well anyway, When I get to  Vampi's mansion Mirai isn't there Just Vampi HS is gone somewhere. And Mirai was called in to SHIELD by Fury because Stark is missing. I kind of hope he stays missing . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I talk to vampi, and she cries on my shoulder.  Then all the sudden comes up with " I don't remember how we were together why don't you remind me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What?" I stutter " I'm with Marron now..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Don't you ever miss us? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Well ... Then as it goes on Something about her voice mesmerise me I can' t  help my self , and we end up like this. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/101141/trunks-draclina.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/932978/trunks-draclina.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then like this.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/408949/A_Night_Like_This_by_lauraneato%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/956252/A_Night_Like_This_by_lauraneato%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok You may be thinking.. That's great Trunks you got some . " Well no  it's not  Me and Marron started to bond well that means she's going to know this happened ., and I'm dead when I get home. DAMN DAMN DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116876373332338088?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116876373332338088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116876373332338088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116876373332338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116876373332338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/marrons-going-to-kill-me.html' title='Marron&apos;s going to kill me'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116827495292320598</id><published>2007-01-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:58:57.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's visit.</title><content type='html'>I was finishing up work in my office. When The Magdelena walks in, with some haired dude. I recognize his ki as the Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Trunks " starts the ravishing red head. " Since your father's not here This was the  perfect time to ask this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " He won't do it!" intercedes Henchman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Now wait a minute here!" I yell " My Dad's enemies aren't always mine. Now tell me what you want and we'll go from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maggie looks over at Hench man. " Told you." Then her tone becomes serious. " I need to use your interdimensional portal. There's this reality where Nazis have taken over. I promised I'd go there, and free them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I let that sink in for a bit. " So Henchman your losing your place in the race to help her?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " no way! I'm going to beat Veg head and the poster boy  for rogaine and everyone else too! I'm just well, I tracked Amber down to say goodbye that's all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I nod " Ok. But we'll have to go the long around to the labs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I led them there, I hear Henchman tell Magdelena " He's up to something." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " No I'm not." I say." I just don't want to go through the living area." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Why what's wrong Trunks?" The concerned Magdelena seemed ready for battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Nothing really, I guess you could say Pantha is um 'visiting' mom. And well I walked through there one time and now I have panther screams in my nightmares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Henchman seemed to be happy about t that" Haw Haw! Vegeta's wife left him for a girl!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sigh. " Actually no, he ' was in on it as much as Pantha. In fact they all had a 'wonderful time' " I could feel my stomach acid coming up through my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I did not want to know that ." Magdelena shakes her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey."  I counter. " I wish I didn't know it.  Ok we're here. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do some calibrations on the controls. " So Maggie do you know what number the Universe is we're looking for there's a lot of them. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She she says she remembers what the LGS tech put in .  I type in the Universe's coordinates and where she was. The portal hums then crackles with power as it punches a hole in the fabric of reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the other side I see Nazi flags in what looks like New York. " Well I think this is your stop." I declare.  I turn as Hench man and Magdelena have a little moment . Then after their done I stop Maggie before she get into the portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Here you'll need this remote. Just a little something I added to Mom's design. When your ready to come back just press this button, and the portal will come back on line. " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hand it to her She smiles " Thanks Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  " Sure thing." I answer.  she leaps into the unknown before the portal blinks out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hench man says " Hey sorry for the paranoia It's just your Dad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Believe me I know." I shake his hand. " But all of my family isn't like him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He leaves through the employee entrance . Now I'm kind of hoping someone else will need my help . I don't really want to go home to my little brother and  sister. I know the little rugrats have destroyed my house by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116827495292320598?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116827495292320598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116827495292320598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116827495292320598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116827495292320598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/01/maggies-visit.html' title='Maggie&apos;s visit.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116745321602176614</id><published>2006-12-29T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:42:45.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year it's been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/555031/trunks28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/874506/trunks28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was told that The 28th was  the one year anniversary of this Blog.  Man when I think back at all I've been through in this year. It's amazing I've made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let's see I've  Moved out of my parents house.  Then I bought a new place, I dated Vampi. Which put me into battles with Vlad Dracula several times, Then me  and Mirai, merged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After that we separated. Mirai steals Vampi. I end up drinking a potion and accidentally start a relationship with Marron. Mirai the blog changes it's name when I decide to share it with Mirai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mirai  goes nut and joins the wrong side of the Civil War we fight a few times.  I end up in a couple of crossovers, most likely with vamp. Though I have had a few. Like the one where I joined with my dad and Others to fight Gaia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I meet my psycho. Older half bother, who goes from trying to kill me, to being one of the family. All kinds of crazy things happen At Capsule Corp. Professor X Ends up with my Scarlet Witch issue of Play hero.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/69663/scarletmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/984892/scarletmine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My Best friend and my sister end up married in a weird engagement.  And Scary Steve is turned into a Monkey.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  What a long strange trip it's been. Thanks everyone who's commented this last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116745321602176614?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116745321602176614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116745321602176614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116745321602176614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116745321602176614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-year-its-been.html' title='What a year it&apos;s been.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116658583924779913</id><published>2006-12-19T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:17:47.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEW!</title><content type='html'>I've been a subscriber to Play Hero for some time now. Well now  I'm canceling my Subscription. Why? Here take a look. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/100037/Let_it_snow_by_mu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/200/185683/Let_it_snow_by_mu2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok after nearly throwing up a couple of times I finally, Get my courage up , and call my sister to my office.  " What is it you want Bro? I'm busy, and What did you just toss on your desk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Take a look." I answer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She looks like she's seen a ghost. " What were you thinking? I ask While she's just staring at the mag like it was going to jump out, bite her. " If Dad sees this he's going to go nuts!  Not to mention it's bad PR for Capsule Corp. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I didn't pose for any magazine." She says almost too low for me to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Then where did these pictures come from Bra? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "  I posed for some naughty shots but they were a gift from Goten, But one of them somehow ended up on Yamcha's Blog . I guess he got them somehow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just then the phone rings. "Trunks! Have you seen this disgrace Our sister has taken part in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Cabain?"  for a second I thought it was Dad they sound a bit a like.  I turn on the speaker phone. " tell me what is Goten doing? He let her degrade herself for some magazine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bra Sighs. " One Goten doesn't let me do anything. Two. I didn't pose  for it those pictures were stolen!!!!!" She then starts crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Who has done this?"  Cabain Demands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " We have reason to believe Yamcha. " I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  he growls " That fool that tried to steal my candy during my childhood regression?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " yes.  The very one."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I will crush that idiot!" he shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " For once we agree Cabain. I'll hold him down while you do it." Then I came thought of something. " bra You didn't sign any thing right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " No!" she sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Cabain, I'll talk to you about this later ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Fine." he hangs up. I then push a button on  my speed dial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A cheery voice comes over the   phone.   " nelson, Nelson, And Reily attorneys at law How may I help you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " This is Trunks Briefs , at Capsule Corp I think I may have a case for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116658583924779913?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116658583924779913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116658583924779913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116658583924779913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116658583924779913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/12/eeeeew.html' title='EEEEEW!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116621096479914644</id><published>2006-12-15T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:51:32.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated."</title><content type='html'>Credit too Mark Twain for that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok In Yamcha's blog of stupid , he claims to have killed me, and my son. Well no neither one of us are dead. One HS was out at school. And second, anything Yamcha did to me was far from fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   yes I was at Home, today, but no I wasn't injured, You see the SHIELD commissary sucks. And it's meatloaf day. Now I don't know much about food, but I'm fairly sure that meatloaf isn't supposed to be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way so there I am eating a turkey sandwich in the kitchen when I hear something rustling around in the bedroom. I look in and see this man with a dress. What's worse it's Vampi's dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's punching one of the pillows in my bed. " I broke your neck Mirai !" he screams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That's when I recognize it's Yamcha. It was pretty hard to  really think of it as him. I mean he had Vampi's lip stick smeared all over his face, and was wearing a blue wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He kept mumbling about how'd he'd be back together with mother soon. He then turns on me picks up a big feather, that me and Vampi use for, well never mind that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shouts " I'm the chosen one!!!!!" then stabs at me with the feather. I bust out in insane fits of laughter at this scene. Yamcha runs out with the feather calling it a magic sword. Then literally runs into Goten who teleported in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Die Devil Child!" the nut raves, and fires a Kamehameha, That HS could do better than when he was three.  After blasting Goten, he jumps out the window, Shouting " I'm a champion!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the yard he's chased by Zombie, who tears off the dress, and we discover Yamcha is  naked underneath. He flies over the fence then runs through a few of the neighbor's houses. Yeah I'm going to enjoy explaining that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last I saw of him he was on the news throwing his own excrement at people in the  West City park.  I ask Goten " You ok kid? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah, but he ruined the shirt Bra gave me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " That's no big loss."  I laugh. " That thing was ugly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Says you." He sighs. " Anyway director Stark wants to see us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Let me guess something bad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " They his tone was it seems so,oh and for some weird reason The Sentry has been hanging around him all day. Oh and even better I saw Capitan America in the Helicarrier." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Great . I  better get there before Tony and Cap destroy the helicarrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116621096479914644?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116621096479914644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116621096479914644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116621096479914644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116621096479914644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/12/reports-of-my-death-have-been-greatly.html' title='&quot;The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.&quot;'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116596077411363017</id><published>2006-12-12T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:55:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to one girl</title><content type='html'>Superboy Prime killed Marron's dad, and tore up her mother. So I 've been spending time with her. I guess helping with grief. The problem is Usagi has been very rude. She kept calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Trunks! Buy something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Look this isn't the time to talk about this ok Usagi?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  I don't care about what that other Girl is going through ! I need to see you now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about some human decency eh?" I ask. Exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Look your right we need to talk, but Not now Marron needs me, I  didn't want to this over the phone, but I don't think this whole thing is working out ok? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know why , but it seemed so good  With Usagi at first. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/333215/TrunksUsagi_collab_by_serichan19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/996707/TrunksUsagi_collab_by_serichan19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The more I think about though the more I think It's physical, and only physical. That was what I needed at the time. I was a little scared at the whole wedding thing that everyone was doing at the time. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The next day , Usagi shows up at my house. " We're not finished until I say we're finished. Now your going to go  and buy me something!" Hmm I guess all she sees in me is a bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well this pisses off Marron.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/311354/Destructo%20Disk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/320/415437/Destructo%20Disk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I never knew she could create her father's Desrtucto Disk attack. I stop this before my front yard gets blown up by a super power fight. Finally I convince Usagi to leave. And Maroon asks " What did you ever see in her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Have you seen her in a skirt?" I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What are you Twelve?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I guess so. " I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; were silent for a while then she comes out with " Can we be exclusive? This whole open relationship thing doesn't work for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I guess so." I shrug.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/145192.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess that was a great day for Marron because later that evening her Dad came back from the dead.  her Mom Magically was repaired.  I guess Vegito succeeded In getting the Namek Dragon balls Krillian was even back in his 20;s as you can tell from this pic I took at the dinner we all had that evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/krilljuu_by_gwendy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Marron&lt;br /&gt;Takes me to a corner, " This is a miracle, now you need your miracle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What are you talking about ?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "  Well you need your Dad back too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " But Vegito saved both your parents...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " It's not Like Goku, or even your Dad wouldn't have gone to get Dragonballs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah but Vegito..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She puts her finger over my lips. " I know bout how you feel about your Dad, when we were kids he was your hero, he still is. Vegito isn't Vegeta. Your Father is being imprisoned inside of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sigh. " I guess I should call Dr Strange  tomorrow morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well it turns out that the Doc wasn't to appreciative of Vegito popping him one, and he refused to help. He's kind of a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well while everyone else has been spending all their time trying to catch Vegito I've been looking for someone to separate the two, I think I may have that someone. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/trunks_by_best_jedi1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Mmm Yes, Help you I can. Listen you must."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116596077411363017?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116596077411363017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116596077411363017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116596077411363017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116596077411363017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/12/down-to-one-girl_12.html' title='Down to one girl'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116521534274429171</id><published>2006-12-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:36:32.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlad's an idiot and other things.</title><content type='html'>Well Vlad sent some wanna be Wonder Woman to  try to seduce me. Then Of course Vampi catches me, and the Real Wonder Woman catches her. Then she tells us how she discovered the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While we were having dinner HS kept just staring at Diana. I wonder if she knows who may Father is she didn't mention anything about it. Or maybe her problems with him, will just stay with  him, and not involve me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Justice Hero worshipped, we must have looked like a family of freaks.  Ok Speaking of HS yes he's still grounded, and not allowed to see Laura. After what I dug up on her past my  Well my suspicions were correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seems a year or so ago there was a mutant prostitute, in the so called " Mutie town." She had claws in her hands and feet ,and would cut herself.   After a little more digging I found she was definitely Laura, who went by her mother's last name Kinney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The problem is If I bring up the fact that my son is dating an ex-hooker. Vampi thinks it's just the way she dresses that's my problem nope this is it. Well that and I've met Wolverine. He's not what a person I want to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also the whole problem with my Father, and Logan. The problem is he won't HS ( As he now wants us to call him because is embarrassed by his name  try living with the name "Trunks" sometime Maybe that's why I finally have gotten used to the Name Mirai , when People hear it they don't laugh.) Will think I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And his friend Kon will encourage him more.  I wish I didn't have to be the bad guy here. Though Laura would probably just dump him anyway if she got Fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Fury, somehow under the impression that I invited him, showed up for dinner. After dinner, me and him played pool , and  gotten drunk. I woke hours later and little memory of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And a screeching headache that was made worse by the pink thing called Majin Buu jumping up and down on my bed. I thought Trunks was supposed to be watching Blobbo since the mercenary Apprentice ended. I'm not in the  mood for big pink fat yelling creature. Damn  I need some help here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116521534274429171?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116521534274429171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116521534274429171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116521534274429171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116521534274429171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/12/vlads-idiot-and-other-things.html' title='Vlad&apos;s an idiot and other things.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116419074877331824</id><published>2006-11-22T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:21:19.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Party.</title><content type='html'>Ok It's extremely late , and I'm Really drunk here but here goes the post. To celebrate Goten's last days of freedom we went to Vegas. And there of course was Joe Fixit he showed us around to the best places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we gambled some. And then drinking started. Here's a picture of all of us. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/Contest_Entry_for_DPC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/200/Contest_Entry_for_DPC2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pictured Good Brolly, My Dad,  Gohan, Goten, who tends to look like his Dad when his hair gets long, Joe Fixit, and me. My Dad had a hissy about Cabain, and Mirai. Not being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok My half Brother's girlfriend, my ex secretary Karen asked me not to invite him. She didn't want him watching a bunch of strippers. That and I think she believes I'm a bad influence on Cabain, because I like to  date more than one woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  As for Mirai? Well frankly I don't want Mr " I want to do naughty things to Tony Stark " around me. Seriously Iron man was neutralized as a threat, and Mirai somehow brought him back to sanity , then helped him become director Of SHIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mirai seems to be making a habit of playing Judas lately. Ok enough about that.  Well Fixit told us about this place where supevillianess strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I thought they were like pretenders or something. No they're the real deal? How this happened , and how  Fixit found out about it is beyond me. Yeah I got some pics of the girls , but some I've censored, so you preverts will have to go somewhere else for your fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/Mystiique%20censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/200/Mystiique%20censored.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah I don't care that Mystique is old enough to be my mother, she doesn't age, and is till very hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/Catwoman_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/200/Catwoman_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poor poor Batman doesn't know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/my.php?image=goblyn20queen20templeyo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/5882/goblyn20queen20templeyo5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Goblin Queen, an evil Clone of Jean Grey, And Hooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://img329.imageshack.us/my.php?image=vegeasnight1as1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/1661/vegeasnight1as1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Universe Vampi, Atleast I think that she's from the Evil Universe.  If not well our Univere's Vampi has a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten got a special Lap dance from, &lt;a href="http://img80.imageshack.us/my.php?image=harleyquinncoloroi9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/7668/harleyquinncoloroi9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harley Quinn. Lucky dog. When the Abomintarix showed up though the party was over. &lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/my.php?image=abominatrix001kv4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/4697/abominatrix001kv4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ugh! I threw up thinking about it. Well I'm going to bed to sleep it off. If I don't get the chance to say it later Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116419074877331824?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116419074877331824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116419074877331824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116419074877331824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116419074877331824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/11/bachelor-party.html' title='Bachelor Party.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116314407099399530</id><published>2006-11-09T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:37:11.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darnit Goku!</title><content type='html'>Did you really have to fight over a freaking Donut?  Really Goku? I mean you stuff your face with so much food I don't think one little donut is going to matter either way. So of course Usagi,yells at me about it all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not like I can control Son Goku. I don't think anyone can. Well Maybe Chichi. Oh well I at least got her to  stop yelling by buying her stuff. I guess that's one of the benefits of being a billionare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dresses  a couple of 100 dollars.  Jewelry also a couple of hundred dollars. Playstaion 3 $ 600.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Making one of your girlfriends stop screeching so loud you can feel your brain explode priceless. The best things in life are free, but for evreything else ther's Capsule Card.  &lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/my.php?image=100004224161gk2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/6130/100004224161gk2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I know that's my dad's card, the reason that one's  up there? Because Bra already used up all the money in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116314407099399530?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116314407099399530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116314407099399530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116314407099399530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116314407099399530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/11/darnit-goku.html' title='Darnit Goku!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116245887020905674</id><published>2006-11-02T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:04:02.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for my daughter Finale :found her.</title><content type='html'>I appear on a planet with talking pandas. I'm  a little freaked out that one of them called me "Daddy." The only ones that called me that were the kids, and well Vampi. So a Panda saying it was a little weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They explained pretty quick why they called me that. Justice called me that when she showed them my pictures. They told me about some combat training they gave her while she lived with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Dammit I just missed her too. After listening for a while, They tell she left to find some "navigator." After I get updated on everyone's experiences with my kid ( and I mean the whole village here, I think I spent two days listening to them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way I finally open a portal that leads me right to Justice. Man has she changed since last time I saw her. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/11-years5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/11-years5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's this weird looking guy there. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/priestheshei_cropped_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/priestheshei_cropped_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " So you have finally come guardian. I guess that should be expected for you to be late you are still learning the  of the  powers of your god forged weapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I didn't know I had a schedule. " Ah yes says weird Grey guy. If your wondering why your sword took away that merman power it's because eventually you would have been turned into a Merman  for good. Stormcutter prevented that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok that's good to know Then the guy says He's going to be Justice's sensei.Not sure what to think of that, though Justice thinks I'm just paranoid, I usually don't trust people right off that kept me  alive in my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well either way I'll watch him but first , We'll have to let her Mother know we're alright. So I open up a Portal.   I think Vampi was shocked to see me come out of the pa portal, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/Pissed%20Mirai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/Pissed%20Mirai.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And defiantly Justice's new look. We couldn't stay long. Justice was eager to learn about her  the souls that make her up. During the visit I kept getting a thought that she was trying to hide from something about Brolly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can't believe he came back again. Well when I get back I'll have to take care of that psycho forever. It's time sicko Met Stormcutter. When it came time to go  I let Vampi know in no uncertain terms I'm coming back. &lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pictures2lr1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/6875/pictures2lr1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now to see what kind of mysterious training this grey man can come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116245887020905674?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116245887020905674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116245887020905674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116245887020905674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116245887020905674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/11/hunt-for-my-daughter-finale-found-her.html' title='The hunt for my daughter Finale :found her.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116192327305744034</id><published>2006-10-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:31:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for my daughter PT 6 Bad news Bear.</title><content type='html'>Ok After the last place I ended up I was a little afraid when I got out of the portal. No nothing but a nice swamp planet. No naked Hercule or Yajorobie , Thank God. Storm Cutter went a little crazy, and flew to these . Scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At first I couldn't read them, Then the became clear English I think it's  trick of the sword.  They're all talking about an  alien race called Fawnlings. Then behind me I hear a growl, and see this.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/terrorbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I know Woo! Your the hawlf saiwin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " And you have a speech impediment Teddy bear . "  I laugh "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I wawnt to kiiwll woo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " BWhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"  I'm sorry I couldn't help it .I've never been threatened in baby talk before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It jumps me and scratches through my armor.  Well ok. It's not so funny any more. P punch the damn thing off it charges again. " Woo gowwna gewt it! " It shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Get this!" I answer. " Buster Cannon!"  It runs out of the Holocaust. All it's fur gone. Now I see it for what it really is a robot.   I dodge a swipe  it made for a head then I throw a Burning Attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It jumps out of the blasts way , and I kick it's head off. I crush the body And yell " Briefs Once again! Undisputed champion of the world! Haaah Haaah!  The crowd roars for Original and still the best Trunks! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Woo Suwck!" the head  shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I pick up the head " Alas poor Teddy bear I knew him well! He was a fellow of infinite mispronunciation!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hear clapping from the behind me  . " Dude encore encore!"  It was Son Goten. " Yeah more Shakephere should be in fights to the death!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was embarrassing. I crush the head. " Goten what are you doing here? Trying to get me home so I can chase down more heroes? Well it'll have to wait." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goten shakes his head." Naw Dog the war is over , we  lost, well Ok I won, since well, I switched sides long story Any way the Registration thing is over. Have you found Justice yet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slap my fore head at this question, Poor Goten, I mean , he just doesn't think sometimes. " If I had would I still be out here? Look Do me a favor alright go back , and tell Vampi I'm alive , Justice is still alive. But she won't stay on a planet long enough for me to find her. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Look man I can help..."  He starts to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I'm getting close kid." I interrupt " Besides If I know my little sister, she wants you back ASAP. I'll be fine by myself."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That and I don't want Goten screwing up like he has since he joined SHIELD. Then again maybe I'm being to judgmental ,I mean Wonder man is no where within light years of here.   He usually only screws up when Simon shows himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The problem is this is personal , and I want to handle it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116192327305744034?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116192327305744034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116192327305744034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116192327305744034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116192327305744034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/10/hunt-for-my-daughter-pt-6-bad-news.html' title='The hunt for my daughter PT 6 Bad news Bear.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116140422285247574</id><published>2006-10-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:37:39.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I ? Arrrgh!</title><content type='html'>I get out of the portal, and Lucky for me I have a ki field up. Because hey the places I've ended up so far have all been  dangerous. Well good thing, because I  was in the middle of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Was Justice In Space? No wait I see a wormhole. Well I've been going In Sword portals for some time now, so why no a Worm hole? Boy this turns out to be a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I end up in this place with hearts all over the walls. II turn when I hear this familiar Voice say " Oh Yeah! Someone to join us!"  I turn to see this. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/My_eyes_burn_by_lynnember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/200/My_eyes_burn_by_lynnember.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! My Eyes! That's going to be burned into my brain! I don't know what this dimension is Earth Sick or something!  I've never wanted to see Hercule, or Yajorobie like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I threw up, and opened another portal , I don't care where I end up! It can't be worse than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116140422285247574?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116140422285247574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116140422285247574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116140422285247574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116140422285247574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-am-i-arrrgh.html' title='Where Am I ? Arrrgh!'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116086318763055203</id><published>2006-10-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T16:32:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for my daughter PT 4... Out of the frying pan.....</title><content type='html'>Ok I spent hours looking through all of the moving plant creatures. Ok they aren't plants per say, but animals of some sort, that have adapted to look like plants like certain Earth animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The good news is Stormcutter hasn't acted up since I left the water planet.  For some reason I can't comprehend why but it didn't want me to have that water breathing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I decided to trust the sword again, and hope it would bring me closer to Justice. I end up on some planet where the these medieval lizard looking  aliens were fighting the Corru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I used my sword, to fog up the area, then I scattered The Corru, a few Ki blasts made then run the rest of the way.  I came up to the lizard People, and asked about ,my daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This old lady, pints at me. " Your aura! So much like his Aura! Your his son!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I was in Mental Contact with a shaman on the planet Arlia , When Your sire destroyed it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh hell this is going to turn ugly. " Look Ma'am I don't want any trouble. I just want to find my daughter." I stammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You want to kill that poor little girl. I can tell she is no relation to you monster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great Now these people are throwing spears at me I open a portal with my sword, hoping this time to find Justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116086318763055203?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116086318763055203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116086318763055203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116086318763055203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116086318763055203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/10/hunt-for-my-daughter-pt-4-out-of.html' title='The hunt for my daughter PT 4... Out of the frying pan.....'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-116048249789760064</id><published>2006-10-10T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T07:10:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for may daughter pt 3</title><content type='html'>So here I I am on Water World ( just seen that movie recently Ugh!)  After Hours of flying around I finally run into a merman. I had asked him about my daughter , and he answered oddly. I think my telepathy, Doesn't work all that well on these guys. Or I'm on the planet of Mer idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said something about waiting for a clam. After minutes of waiting for a giant freaking clam. I start wondering again about mer idiots. Finally a giant clam pops up. Wow it's like waiting for Santa Claus, and actually finding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It said in the weird way of speaking that every thing in this planet  talks. " You eat stone you breathe under water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sigh. Me Tarzan you Jane." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Huh?" it asks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  Never mind." I can't believe I'm doing this, but I swallow the stone. Then a  weird transformation happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/MMtrunks-chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/200/MMtrunks-chan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    If &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goten or Trunks sees me like this I'll never hear the end of it. The  clam informs me if I want to keep the power I have to fight it. Ok  at least I'll get a little fun out of this The calm eats me, and I blast my way out.  Fight over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn that sucked.  I swim around asking the mer people if they'd seen my Justice. Of course They spoke in the broken way, and a few called me an idiot. That's just great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I'm swimming along, Stormcutter zaps me.  Ok it's never done that before. If actually flies out of it's scabbard and chases me .  Finally it creates a tidal wave, and catches me. It  goes into my stomach, and pulls the  stone out all of the sudden I can no longer breathe under water, and I have legs again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It took the power from me. Why the Hell did it do that?   After doing that  it pulls me out of the ocean, I look down at my stomach.  No blood, well at least I don't have a big hole in my gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I grab the weapon " What the Hell was that?" I yell.  " I was trying to find Justice Why did you  stop me?" It opens another portal. I'm not sure I should trust it. But I go inside. I'm going to have to have a talk with Vulcan, or Thor when I get back.  It shouldn't be acting against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I reappear on  A planet full of plants,but I sense animal life everywhere.  Hmm they must be pretty good at hiding. A corru Merc jumps out at me I kick him in the chest, killing him.   I think I'm on the right track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I steal his Bio Suit to make sneaking up on them easier.    As I'm sneaking up on one I feel like I'm being watched.  I shake the  feeling and  find the merc with a group of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Where is the child did you kill the abomination? "  Oh yes this pissed me off.  I punched him through his helmet.  The others shot at me. I fire a Buster cannon. Destroying them completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The one I hit was dying I guess I hit him too hard. Not that I care. He  took money to kill my little girl. " Okay you damned bastard where is she?"  I basically  Shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " She's here."  he says giving me a picture of me. Ok this going to be hard. Especially with her shapeshifting power.  It's going to be like looking for a needle  in a hay stack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-116048249789760064?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/116048249789760064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=116048249789760064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116048249789760064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/116048249789760064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/10/hunt-for-may-daughter-pt-3.html' title='The hunt for may daughter pt 3'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115995016235850612</id><published>2006-10-04T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T02:45:25.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for my daughter pt.2</title><content type='html'>Kameal's and Jazzia's ship had gotten away, from the aliens that were attacking the,. I don't tell them That I was looking for Justice. The Moral of the rebels, would have been down to nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sometimes forget , that along with being a little girl Justice is a  symbol of an intergalactic rebellion which is why it's important to get her back as soon as possible.  Well that and she's my kid blood or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   These thoughts made Storm cutter open a another portal. I wasn't sure this was the greatest idea or not, but I went through it. The world I ended up on was weird. They was these floating Jellyfish creatures all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mother had told me about these theories,  creatures that live in space that would look like Jelly fish. I suppose it's no longer a theory. I couldn't figure out what but there was something odd about this Planet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I couldn't figure out what it was until I look up in the horizon. Galactus' ship landed on the planet , and the World  eater had come out of the Ship . Along side him The Silver Surfer?&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/galactus3.gif/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/galactus3.gif" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " What are you doing here SHIELD Agent?" asks Surfer. Who uncharacteristically blasts me first. Great. Just what I needed. How did he know I was an agent of SHIELD? Oh Yeah.&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/dvd_miraitr_movie8_scrn6.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/dvd_miraitr_movie8_scrn6.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Blasted him , back and gave him some of my sword's power to boot. He just kind of shrugged it off. After A short battle I ask" Why are you attacking me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I told the last agent I didn't want  to be in on your war!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I'm not here to recruit you!" I scream. "I'm just looking for my daughter. I ran into you by accident." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I apologize." He  States finally "  Other SHIELD agents have found me and tried to recruit me. I already have a job." He points at Galactus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So Your back to being the Herald Of Galactus? How did that happen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " It was a result of the Annihlation Wave." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " The what?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You Earthers have no idea what happened out here. Dosen't,t matter, you should leave this world Before my Master consumes It.  I used my sword to open another portal,  I fall into water.  I fly out wand go around for miles, There's no land any where . Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115995016235850612?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115995016235850612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115995016235850612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115995016235850612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115995016235850612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/10/hunt-for-my-daughter-pt2.html' title='The hunt for my daughter pt.2'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115942804234269151</id><published>2006-09-28T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:24:33.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt for my daughter pt. 1</title><content type='html'>I went to my mother To find out what she had done with  Justice. He didn't know where she despite the fact that she fitted her with a cloak that was supposed to dampen her abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Father Had told them to stay in Sky City I wish they had, I have a bad feeling about this. &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-hell-freezes-over-part-2.html"&gt; My son appeared in his super devil form.  It freaked out my mother, me as well .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He said Dad was arrested by SHIELD and he needed my help. The hot headed Trunks had was already going to get him out, when Bra called Goten, told him to get his father , and brother to come along for an old fashioned break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile I go along with Hotstuff, seemed some damned souls were running around , that he needed help in capturing. Stormcutter helped out in that regard.  Though I would have probably beaten them all without it,   thunderbolts around with Ki energy made this go a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We returned home to Capsule Corp, Mom had a breakdown, that she didn't want us to see.  She looked up at us , and wiped away her tears, at this point my sword starts glowing , and in my mind I see Wolfgang,  hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I found him he said SHIELD had taken Justice.  Damn them I almost lose Vampi because of them , and they kidnap my daughter! I already told Fury I wasn't bringing her in for tests or anything. I may dis agree with Vampi on a lot of things considering the registration Act, but there is no way I'm going to disrespect her wishes , on Justice not being registered or poked and prodded, and studied  by Stark and Richards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hotstuff said he wished he could help me or Father, but he had to go back Hades and keep it from imploding. " I told him he was doing well, and I was proud of him ' He teleporting home While I called Fury about this mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He wouldn't answer my calls, pissing me off more. That's when I call   &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/forbidden-fruit-part-2-mr-fury.html"&gt; Black Widow &lt;/a&gt; After getting into a heated  conversation with her she tells me  That Fury has been arrested Not only that but Iron man seems to have taken leave of his senses, And Agent Deacon has went mad with power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oddly, Widow seemed  very emotional, which is unusual for her, she's either professional or a little flirty, but not this much emotional.  She asked me to be on the look out for anything that can help Nick then hung up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had to go out side for a bit get some fresh air and clear my head, right before I go to the Helicarrier , and break Deacon's face. I'd seen all of these people outside Capsule Corp in some kind of rally, saying how unfair it was that Dad was taken down after beating Galactus, here and helping with Onslaught in New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The guy as  making sense, even about How Supervillians in West City have been running basically free , and doing whatever the Hell they want since Saiyaman 's been gone. A pang of guilt hit me like a fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then what he said had to be the stupidest thing I ever heard, He said that not only should they rebel against the government , but that Father should lead them, and the City, a apart of the Saiyan Nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was a scary thought Father ruling West City. I walked over to the back yard, and wished I knew where Justice was. Stormcutter started glowing, I took it out of it's scabbard and it opened a portal. I walk in, on the other side I'm in a ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Mirai?" says a familiar voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I turn and see &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/ZhaanArala-20060928040753.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/ZhaanArala-20060928040753.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Kameal?" I ask right before lazer blast rock the vessel. Why do I feel like I've gotten in on the middle of the  movie here?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115942804234269151?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115942804234269151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115942804234269151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115942804234269151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115942804234269151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hunt-for-my-daughter-pt-1.html' title='The hunt for my daughter pt. 1'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115875687445434794</id><published>2006-09-20T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:55:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires, werewolves  and saiyans Oh my !</title><content type='html'>I landed my ship long before Father did ,  Mirai was waiting right where he was supposed to be.  I'm glad I left Marron at sky City She would try to talk me out of what has to be done, I have to kill Mirai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  " Your not who I was expecting brother, Where's our Father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " He's not your Father Traitor! Nor is my mother yours, Your parents are dead with your timeline!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Do I have to explain this to you again? Alright Trunks , Our timelines didn't split until the weird androids showed up, yeah that was a result of my temporal tampering , But still the Trunks you was born as would have been me if not for me traveling in time. So yes they are my parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Then why are you going to try to put your Father in prison?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I'm not he said he was going to register."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Mirai. I'll give you one last chance, come back to our side, and I won't kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He laughs. " Trunks look kid , there's some stuff you don't understand,  and one of those is apparently that your not strong enough , to kill me . " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "We'll just have to see about that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We fight, a little , for a while we're equal Then he starts taking strength from that magic sword of his . The sword Tapion gave me when  I was a kid , is supposed to be enchanted, and Mirai oddly has one too. Which I can't figure out, since in his timeline Goku was dead by the time  The monster attacked  Tapion was bound with, And Goku killed it in my reality, oh well enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mirai s beating the Hell out of me I took out the Tapion Sword ,ad my silver adamantuium We Fenced  for quite some time. He next tries to pull that  throwing the sword and commanding it  to shock me thing, that  he used on Gohan ,I pluck the weapon out of the air, He seems surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shock him with Stormcutter He seems to lose all of his energy after that, I put the adamntium/ silver sword, On one side of his neck,and Stormcutter on the other I was going to scissor his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Go ahead do it! I have nothing to live for anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I don't know what the hell I'm doing, Because of my stupid decision, I;ve lost the woman I love, Our children and my family! Just get it over with!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At this moment I don't know I guess I chicken out. No I don't I feel compassion for the guy, and really killing him would be a strange form of suicide. He looks up at me , and says " I've had my doubts , but now you just confirmed them, by picking up the sword, Your fighting  for what you believe is right just like I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Ah isn't that sweet?" Comes a voice from nowhere. " Now they get to die together, suddenly; we're surrounded by werewolves and Vampires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115875687445434794?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115875687445434794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115875687445434794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115875687445434794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115875687445434794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/vampires-werewolves-and-saiyans-oh-my.html' title='Vampires, werewolves  and saiyans Oh my !'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115848043886411981</id><published>2006-09-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:09:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No fun at the party.</title><content type='html'>Mirai Trunks pov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Normally Father has a way of exaggerating the threat of something. But this time there is a  certain truth t what he's saying.  I Who would be able to stop The heroes if we were all together, and someone corrupt was pulling the strings?  And SHIELD Has been losing dirt bags like the Green Goblin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had found Justice, and Hotstuff , and gave them their presents.  A doll for her and , a  Boken wooden sword for Hotstuff  . Then Justice surprised me with. I heard what you said, Do you hate mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm going to have to find a way to read her ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I don't hate her I was just mad, I guess our too young too understand sometimes adults say things they don't mean. I suppose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she told me she would register if it would stop the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Your too young to be worrying, about registration. You have to be  a certain age before you can even start the training program. I keep telling Vampi this , but I guess she worries over much. Don't worry kid it'll work out ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I hope ." I think to my self.  Private Hudson skips buy saying how he'll get some from Vampi. I say my good byes to the kids. I follow him, and  tell him to back off he laughs at me . I punch him , and miss. My concentration has been off , since the fight with Gohan , I hit this thing that's made out  some kind of hard metal like adamantium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Ha ha!" says Hudson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have another hand buddy ."  Smacking  him. After this I find Goten , who was all over my little sister, not surprising actually. Any way I ask him  to write this letter to Vampi for me, " and not like your weird little letters to Bra, with all the sexual suggestions. Just what I want to tell you."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/goten.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/goten.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     I don't know about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115848043886411981?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115848043886411981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115848043886411981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115848043886411981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115848043886411981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-fun-at-party.html' title='No fun at the party.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115830338075460500</id><published>2006-09-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:21:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe heh.</title><content type='html'>Yeah . I've been messing With SHIELD You know the Shi that's been running around latley? I built her. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/shi_new.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/shi_new.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I went with Goku to rescue Gohan I saw Ana In the prision. Well I've been having robo Shi. running her paces , very publicly to put some resonable doubt on Ana being her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With reasonable doubt, They'll have nothing to hold her on . Heh . I know she's datin, Wolverine , and dad has that goofy little feud, But she did well in the whole Gaia thing . Even though she doesn't remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actually, I had some help from the other me from another universe. Though I think the guy might be a little lonley since he keeps staring At the Shi bot lustfully. That's freaking creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well maybe he'll find himsel a girlfriend before long, Any way, this Shi bot is one more wauy I'll say " suck it!" To Shield .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115830338075460500?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115830338075460500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115830338075460500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115830338075460500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115830338075460500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hehe-heh.html' title='Hehe heh.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115786320899078014</id><published>2006-09-09T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:03:49.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil War:  prisoner of war pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-prisoner-of-war-pt-1.html"&gt;Goku&lt;/a&gt;asked if I wanted to help him free Gohan. I said yes immediately first idea of where to go was Where Metas where registering in West City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We got a huge surprise seeing that&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/09/angus-is-mad.html"&gt;Spider-man and that kid Angus where in line to register. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/051010_ultimate-spider-man-game.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/051010_ultimate-spider-man-game.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This was odd there had been rumors that  Parker was already registered. I decided to see what this was about. I gave Goku an invisibility belt from one of my capsules I put one on , as well then we found Angus, and Peter throw away the registration papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They start crawling the walls to avoid the cameras. I turn off the invisibility belt . Spider man responds with a big " Yipes!"  The Irish kid points" hey I know ye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah I'm Vegeta's son I'm Trunks not  Miari, I'm ashamed that I share genes with  that guy." I thought to myself that I'm also not too happy about the fact for all intents and purposes we're the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway Goku blurts out " I thought you were on the pro Reg side Spider -man ! And wearin' a gold and red costume!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Apparently that's propaganda Goku."  I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Huh?" responds Goku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I mean they made up thing about Spider-man so heroes would join their side , we all know the and we respect him. Well hey Spidey how about we cause a distraction , and you try to find where Gohan is being locked up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Fine with me." says Spidey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We fly outside and attack the SHIELD agents. After smacking them around some they send in the Mandroids.&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Mandroid.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Mandroid.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Man These things are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They're like wimpy Iron Man suits with SHIELD guys inside. Me and Goku took them down easily. Pretty soon  Pete. Came swinging by, he waved at us that he got the info, Angus running behind on the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We fly away and meet up with them later. Spidey apparently  went through the computer files and found where their holding Gohan. " Oh man !" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" asks Goku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The prison where they keep the registration violators in&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Negative_Zone"&gt;The Negative Zone!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115786320899078014?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115786320899078014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115786320899078014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115786320899078014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115786320899078014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-prisoner-of-war-pt-2.html' title='Civil War:  prisoner of war pt 2'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115769865400556955</id><published>2006-09-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:58:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late!</title><content type='html'>I got there too late! Mirai was already gone. Gohan I guess is in a holding cell. Damn it I should get him out I'll have to find Mirai  So he'll tell me, I know I'll have to beat it out of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I only have a semi tough sword from taipon, or a n adamntium one I had made. He has that Magic sword. Screw it. I have to free Gohan He's one of us .  I go  around Capsule Corp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I find,  an  Old Lady In my old room, that an odd smell of cigars , and beer . Huh.  The In Bra's old room I find a hot red head , and a brown haired guy of average build , after sensing his unique ki I recognize it's Spider-Man . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That odd Irish kid the  web slinger, picked up in New York was in Mirai's room.  Damn and his ki's being surpressd so I just wander around like an idiot. I finally find him where grandpa used to keep all these animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was petting what looked like a mini T- Rex. " Mirai! " I scream at him .   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I've heard it enough from &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-part-one-family-divided.html"&gt;Cabain &lt;/a&gt; and Vampi. I'm not apologizing for doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The right thing? THE RIGHT THING?????? Betraying family or friends is never the right thing. And Mr Hero here is sitting there in his damned smugness, While the world falls apart around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is why Vampi left him, and he deserves it! For some reason he's so blinded by his point of view that he can't see that the other point is just as valid . He's pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Unleash the anger, and frustration, I've been feeling ever since this damned war started on Mirai's arrogant face. He didn't even try to block the punch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've had enough  of fighting people I care about today!" he yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You should have thought about that before arresting Gohan!" I scream. He receives a straight kick in his chest. He goes through a wall.  He gets up where he receives a  right cross He's bleeding good. Now to make him bleed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Boys stop it!" says a growly voice from no where.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dad... He' arrested Gohan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I am well aware of Gohan's plight. Trunks come with me . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what dad's up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115769865400556955?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115769865400556955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115769865400556955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115769865400556955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115769865400556955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-late.html' title='Too late!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115752759941677604</id><published>2006-09-06T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:59:32.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It Mirai!</title><content type='html'>This has been a weird day. First off The monkey that's been hanging around Wolfgang popped up And asked me " is it safe?" while waving a pencil in my face. You know who else used to do that? Scary Steve. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.spell.gif&lt;br /&gt;Check Spelling&lt;br /&gt;  Could be somehow this chimp, Be our missing janitor? nah. That's just too weird a thought. Then again I've seen people turned into chocolate bet one of Wolfgang's potions is responsible for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well that wasn't the only thing that sucked about today. Bra came running into a board meeting. " Bra today's your day off, why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Goten And Mirai Are going to  arrest Gohan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What?" " I barely glance at the board of directors. " Meeting adjourned." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn Registration act. Freaking Mirai pretty much volunteered for it. He's a saiyan and a prince at that, he doesn't have to play by SHIELD rules, but he does ,and now he's betraying Gohan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " F@#ing Bastard. The Gohan of his reality trained him. And Goten It's even worse! Their Blood! I would never pull that with Bra, Mirai, Or even Cabain. Me and Bra Got ready to fight. She just asked that she didn't fight Goten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hug her and tell her." it won't be much easier to fight Mirai either, Maybe you should sit this one  out.  But you can do one thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What's that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Get Dad And Goku." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hope I'm not too late to help Gohan.&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Angry_Trunks.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Angry_Trunks.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115752759941677604?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115752759941677604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115752759941677604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115752759941677604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115752759941677604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-it-mirai.html' title='Damn It Mirai!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115706255615988161</id><published>2006-08-31T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:56:50.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elves psychotic exes And Spiders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We had to find Pantha,We had traveled into this other dimension where all The magical things from the Earth ere shunted out of phase with our world. We went passed this Elf war to rescue Vampi from worshippers of this thing called Lolth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After this intense Battle we get Panthy into this dimension. Pantha warns me about this ex of Of Vampi's saying he's the over possessive type. After this little conversation, We meet up with the loser at a circus. I hear Vampi wants me to get the Adamntium cage, that we kept Cain in that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After I get the thing into a capsule, I fly back and find Vampi in this hole trapped in a web. I'm about go down and help her , when Her ex hits me in the back of the. " you have to be kidding me." I chuckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;" If I can't have her no one can!" yells the nut job detective . He shoots me in the chest, though it stings, I just laugh . He empties the clip. ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;" What are you? " he screams . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I was about to answer when the drakulonian spider jumps out of the a corner and spits at me I dodge the venom, and I pick up the alien head and spear that had somehow been dropped on the carnival grounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Vampi walked up behind me ready for battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115706255615988161?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115706255615988161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115706255615988161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115706255615988161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115706255615988161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/elves-psychotic-exes-and-spiders.html' title='Elves psychotic exes And Spiders.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115649954499126878</id><published>2006-08-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:20:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip home</title><content type='html'>Vampi , and Hudson were surprised that I had made it out alive . I guess the blast looked pretty impressive . Oh well I Hudson had his arm around her, and said " You still have the H-man. I interrupt this with. " She has a lot more than that, now kindly remove your arm before I break it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the bug corpses with us to some planet where we cured the things. On the way there, Hudson was up to his old antics, Add to that Vampi refuses to drink blood , and you can see why this trip has been Pretty stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the Private, checking out my girlfriend though the door to the bathroom. I grab him by the ear. " Alright Mr Peeping Tom Choose How I hurt you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stammers out some excuse, on how he was just" looking out for her, and how she needed blood. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampirella was left from dressed, left the Bathroom with an exsaperated expression saying" you boys work it out. " Ok I have to figure out what do do with this dork on the way home . I keep doing this, ok I can but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started arguing with me about vampi and the engagement ring I had. That little sneak must have been looking through my things. He accused me of having it for a another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wrong Genius! I'm going to give to Vampi as soon as this spider thing is over . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What ? " Screeches Hudson. " Oh Game Over man!" We finally reach the planet, not a moment to soon. There the Aliens heads and tails are cured . We gave one to Hudson , and Vampi asked if he wanted to fight the spider along with us. He hasn't answered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity though, I locked Hudson In the holo Training room I built in the ship, Then I turned it on to the Rabid Monkey boy setting . I hope William enjoyed Fighting Monkey boys. We return to Earth, Where Mother gives Vamp blood. That's where we hear news Pantha's missing . Great, More trouble. Wait did I let Hudson out of the simulator?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115649954499126878?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115649954499126878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115649954499126878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115649954499126878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115649954499126878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/trip-home.html' title='The trip home'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115624352296429605</id><published>2006-08-22T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:45:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post: In the hive of the aliens .</title><content type='html'>( Continued from Vampi's and private Hudson's Blogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bugs were more than I expected they started swarming us . It was like a huge black undulating tidal wave . &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Aliens_Mirai.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Aliens_Mirai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi had been acid burned and I try to get her to drink some of my blood . Ok So I may have sounded a little like Father when I said it. What can I say he's a bad influence on me . This just gets her angry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the next second that doesn't matter. Since this weird looking a Xenomrph comes out. It's tougher than the other ones and those were pretty tough. It slaps me away with it's tail. I'm not sure what was happening between it , Vampi and Hudson since I was swarmed the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Aliens_Mirai_2.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Aliens_Mirai_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and I'm in this chamber. They're are all these eggs. One hatches, and this spider thing jumps out . I blast it before it hits my face. Goku once told me he ate one of those, but then again theirs not much he won't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what that thing was going to do , and I didn't want to find out. Then the Queen showed up I guess she didn't like me blasting her kids, too bad for her she was going to get the same treatment .&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/aliens_mirai_4.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/aliens_mirai_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought Hudson had already shot her dead, Oh well she's dead now. Unless there's more that one Queen? Or that Alien was some kind of nursery guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I didn't have tall that much time to ponder this. I reached for Stormcutter , and it was gone. Oh great. I turn SS4 and And blast my way through the walls luckily that seemed to Scatter the giant freak bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Try to find Vampi and Hudson's KI. It was like looking for a two drops of water in an ocean. Finally I find them. Actually I follow the sound of thunder bolts . Vampi had found Stormcutter And was blasting the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm not surprised she can use it , but she's not ad good a welding it. I seem to be attached to it or something. Like the hammer it used to be . It seems attuned to my life energy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vampi! Hudson you need to get out of here." I declare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You mean we do." Vampi answers me rather curtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No , I'll cover you then I'm going to blow this place up to Hell. This place is going to be an apocalypse soon And you two don't need to be caught in it. Now get those bodies out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like that at all. But she drags Hudson out. After I sense they are out of there I power up for an attack I haven't used in a long time. I don't really have a name for it it's a huge dome of burning ki. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/aliens_mirai_6.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/aliens_mirai_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used it to kill my timeline's version of Cell. Well now I hope I can take out all these bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while outside the hive Vampirella gets out side . " Hudson. Get out of site I'm going back for Mirai "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why should you do that? He 's crazy! It's game over for him!" Replies Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well for one thing he has our ship in a capsule ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she can take the first step back the structure is swallowed by the energy dome. After it dissipates it looked like nothing was left. The vampiric heroine gasps in horror. " Mirai!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115624352296429605?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115624352296429605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115624352296429605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115624352296429605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115624352296429605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/100th-post-in-hive-of-aliens.html' title='100th post: In the hive of the aliens .'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115598072668191061</id><published>2006-08-19T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:15:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Hudson</title><content type='html'>We had to coax Hudson out of the ship so I could put it in it's Capsule. That's a whole fifteen minutes of my life I'll never Have back. Finally after he comes out I suppose the stress of the situation got to me because I called him a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard him mutter " At least I'm not named after a swimsuit he mutters. I decide to let that one go. I've also noticed he called me " Trunks " on several occasions Easy mistake to make I guess. Though it's weird now that I've gotten used to being called " Mirai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I and Vampi discussed or moves while Hudson was startled by a bird that flew by. She suggested I do a perimeter sweep. Okay Though I wasn't to keen on leaving those two alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere North Of the landing site I found An odd structure, It looked like a strange cross between a beehive , and an anthill. , and ominous version of one . I sensed so many life signatures inside it wasn't even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly back to find Hudson offering my girlfriend a " roll in the hay for old times sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks " When was the first time?" So Trunks' own insecurities at the time he dated Vampirella colored his view of their relation ship. Still at that moment I wish Dad had taught me the Ki wedgie. I land in front of the" happy couple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Found something a head, along what looks to me an old swamp. A lot of water and a strange structure." I said "Faster if we fly. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi offered to take him " I say I'll take the private."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a mistake the guy squirmed like crazy. Hudson said "Hey we marines are ground pounders you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah well on foot this would take about an hour so deal with it tough guy." I say. Finally he shuts up, but he still wiggles around a lot . When we get to the structure He's as white as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hudson what is this? Hudson? Hudson breath Hudson come on Breath" Said Vampi. We stared at this thing then I started to hear  scratching noises coming from it . Well looks like This will be fun after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115598072668191061?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115598072668191061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115598072668191061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115598072668191061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115598072668191061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-with-hudson.html' title='Fun with Hudson'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115581010607012215</id><published>2006-08-17T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T03:21:46.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No competion here.</title><content type='html'>Wow Just wow While Hudson was telling us his story of how he escaped the Xenomorphs, He start he grabbed a loaf of bread and started to make shooting noises at the customers. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/paxton2.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/paxton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wallet fell out of his pocket then this guy in a yellow costume grabbed it and ran off saying " Drinks on Hudson! Dental For all!" I kept thinking ... "Must resist urge to laugh. " Finally Vampi calmed him down and he said there was more of these Aliens on This empty planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we pack up and get on my capsule Ship. The problem is it's tight in there . And A little much for closeness. Which Hudson Tried to take advantage of. He Put his arm around Vampi and started telling her about these Sensual books he'd been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get the feeling reading is all he's done? Any way I call him to the cargo hold. " Hudson you know she's my girlfriend right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well know But I don't see a ring on her finger. So she's fair game man!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh I see. Do you know what a saiyan is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah we had one On LGS why? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab an Iron bar from the back and bend into a pretzel shape, then I turn into a super saiyan. That one on LGS is my Father. I've inherited his powers. Now unless you want to look like this steel bar You'll lay off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stammers. " Um Yeah Well um You don't scare me! But Um Iill do the um honorablele thing and step aside. The H- man Is all about honor. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Alright as long as we understand each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson sat quietly in the corner away from us for the rest of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115581010607012215?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115581010607012215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115581010607012215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115581010607012215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115581010607012215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-competion-here.html' title='No competion here.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115562128483082918</id><published>2006-08-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:34:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this ? Vampi's ex boy friend day?</title><content type='html'>After We leave Drakulon , Vampi, Petty much stayed to herself. I guess that's what happens when you kill your ex husband. I don't know. I Pondered why that Dwarf I was stalling too long to pop the question to Vampi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to ask her several times already, It's just evrey time I do, Some freak smashes in the door, wall etc. Any way when we get back Earth, and Pantha tells her some friends of hers have been killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go over there On Motor cycles , Vampi was saying If i flew I'd attract too much attention . Ok I don't mind the scenic route, evrey once in a while . While I'm looking at some thing, I hear the police detective hitting on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez evreywhereI go Vampi has an ex. I knew she could take care of that dork so I didn't do anything. We leave After Vampi tells me we're dealing with somkind of Drakulonian Spider. But to get a shield to stop the the things venom from hitting us , we have to go to another ex Of hers Private Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a tleast Mother sauid their reltions was short. She says Hudson was some kind of a flake I guess I'll find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115562128483082918?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115562128483082918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115562128483082918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115562128483082918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115562128483082918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-this-vampis-ex-boy-friend-day.html' title='What is this ? Vampi&apos;s ex boy friend day?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115527762511729086</id><published>2006-08-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:27:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;vampi &lt;/a&gt; Just threw herself back into our quest,After she killed Jack. I knew this was done so she didn't have to think about what she had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii was a second faster , Maybe I could have done it instead of her. Yeah there is the possibility she'd resent me after doing that, but that would be better than the the hate she's carrying for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we made it to the dwarf who makes yoda sound normal . We give him some pretty good gifts but he wants more. I'm I think if we had more time I could really begin to hate this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks me about these pictures, I look through them I can see Vampi' who's looking over my shoulder is a s surprised as I am. We nevere poses for these pics but they we are. Tough this is the age of Photoshop I believe there is a more " out there " explanation for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/pictures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/pictures2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/pictures3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/pictures3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think they are pictures from the future. You see A cople of time traverlers were here. One of them could have dropped them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He looks at me then answers. " know much about this you seem to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah I guess you can say from first hand expirence, I too am a time traveler. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " And for the Drakulonan Princess you stay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No Not that i wouldn't have I was planning on returning here any way. My mother died and and thevreyon ese I knew was either dead or missing. but then the Crisis visisted my reality, destroying it , and stranding me here. Where I was going to come anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Horrible your future was?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah it sucked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " From your future these are not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No I Don't Vampi made it in my timeline or she was on another planet or something. Any way I nevermet her. These must be from another timeline . Or from this one's future . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Given me much to ponder you have . Tell you aboput the medallion I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Good we're finally going somehwhere with all this .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115527762511729086?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115527762511729086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115527762511729086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115527762511729086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115527762511729086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/shades-of-future.html' title='Shades of the Future'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115502448194402652</id><published>2006-08-08T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:10:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster.</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I kneeled down and asked " Vampi will  you...." thing I know I'm  jumped from behind.  I shove who ever it was off of  me. It was the kid from the future. Boxer threw him at me with his good arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Ok Veggie, get your mom." I'll take care of Boxer.  What was I thinking letting a kid take care of this psycho.  Boxer throws punches with his one good arm while throwing kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I blast him with a Burning attack.  I'm not letting him beat me with that psychotic strength. I keep firing ki blasts. Finally he was put down. When I was about to kill him he kept saying " Daddy no!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn it! I know I should just do away with him. Especially since he somehow escaped from the dimension Father put him in.  But I keep thinking  He could have been me. If  I had my reality destroyed at his age would I have fared better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most likely but still, I can't help but feel some pity for him. Ok then. I take Storm cutter out and hope it had the same Power as Mjlonior to cross dimensions .  I commanded  it to open a rift and well it did but differently than  the hammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bands of energy .  Come out and grab the kid.  I see Marron freed, and  talking into a cellphone to Trunks .  No sign of the kid . I guess he went back to his own time .  That's when I hear something coming up behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was Adam, or Bad Jack or whatever he was going to stab me in the back. I saw a Moon Glow Blade go through his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/post-32-1154975493.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/post-32-1154975493.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh Great .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115502448194402652?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115502448194402652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115502448194402652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115502448194402652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115502448194402652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/disaster.html' title='Disaster.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115484483313969177</id><published>2006-08-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T05:27:27.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with my nephew</title><content type='html'>Mad Jack just took Vampi while I was fighting Boxer the lunatic , from an Alternate Future. He's apparently Trunks'  son with Karen Tart there. Problem is His future was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Though normally that wouldn't be a problem. When I changed this timeline's fate by going back in time when I was 16.  My future was still there when I got back .   The problem was lately Alexander Luthor.Destroyed entire realities looking for the " perfect Earth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Including mine and his. I somehow found myself merged with Trunks, and the rest as they say is history. But Boxer went completely nuts at the revelation.  He blames me for the  way reality reset itself, because I'm a temporal anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He throws a picture at me. " Look at what you caused!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/139420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/139420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued from &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/tmfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/tmfam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I've been replaced in the future!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I know how you feel!"  I reply. " My whole future was destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Please Your mother was murdered by Cain! Yes I know all about that. I studied your timeline while I was trapped In that hellish prison Grandfather put me into. "&lt;br /&gt; The androids killed everyone else in your timeline except for Roshi Chichi and the Oxking.  Way I see it you being put back into this timeline turned out well for you. You have your parents back, a woman , and your seen as a hero. While I have nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He flew at  me the problem was he didn't realize I was powering up something my master Gohan taught me long ago.  " Super Kamehameha!" The ki blast hit him hard. He was bleeding but it didn't seem to register. Oh great another Brolly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He hit me with an insane barrage. While I was reeling, he hit me with a Final Flash.  He thought he had me beat He picked me up and asked " Any last words?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes Solar Flare!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know that was a dirty trick . I guess I've been hanging around Father too much. While he was blinded I broke his arm .  I then held the injured appendage In a lock causing him extreme pain. So I guess he's nothing like Brolly after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Now tell me where  vampi and Marron are!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" all have to say is this!" he punched me in the groin with his non broken arm.  While on throes  of pain I here him say  " I'm going to kill you with your own sword 'Mirai'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He picks it up  And lightening hits him.  Heh That'll teach him. As I recover I see someone attack Boxer. H e looked like Father but was shorter, and younger.  I thought I was delusional. until Boxer flew off gibbering about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I gape at the new arrival who winks at me .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/1600/cutekidvegeta2py.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/cutekidvegeta2py.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Not bad huh Uncle Mirai?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Uncle? I  knew trunks was a bit of a playboy at times, wait a second I think I get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I show him the picture of Marron , Trunks And the two kids. " Is this you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yup The Purple streak in my hair goes away at ss4." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Lucky you I look like Barney at ss4."  I joke getting a laugh out of him.  " So what do I call you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well My Name's vegeta Briefs, but everyone calls me Veggie ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Poor kid.  But to be an SS4 at his age wow. " So I guess you used a time machine to get here? Why are you here any way?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " In the past now, boxer hurt mom. A lot though she doesn't like to talk about it. I know it's still a trauma she carries  around with her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " you know kid you Can't Change the past all you'll end up doing is creating a new timeline." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Maybe that's a good thing? At least they'll be somewhere where Mom 's ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What can I say? This kid reminds me of me. Ok Let's follow Boxer's Ki. He's too crazy to hide it . Let's find your mom, and My girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Girlfriend ? You have a girlfriend? What does  Aunt Vampi have to say about that?" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I have no idea if he's joking or not. Just say. " Come on let's go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115484483313969177?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115484483313969177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115484483313969177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115484483313969177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115484483313969177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-with-my-nephew.html' title='Fun with my nephew'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115454374974109682</id><published>2006-08-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:35:49.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I think my relationship with Vampi was going somewhere.....</title><content type='html'>Okay there I was looking at my &lt;a href="hhttp://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt; girlfriend's &lt;/a&gt; husband , let me rephrase her dead Husband. Oh of course he has to be as nutty as a fruit cake too. He kept jumping around talking about "Bad Jack" this and that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then he decided he wanted to piss me off. " Well purple haired freak boy your job is done. Now Bad Jack takes his rightful place in Vampi's life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Way I see it  Adam  your vows were till death do us part right?   You died so.... " I wave at him "Bye bye . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He takes out a sword. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/adam4.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/adam4.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  " Mirai don't." Vampi whispers. Normally I would listen to her But after  Hela I've had enough of this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk at him. " I'm the last guy you want to cross swords with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Oooh Vampi you have a real live one here! He must get that mouth of his from his father oooooh Lilith has such grand plans for the Prince of all Saiyans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I take off the ceremonial Saiyan Armor because it's just that ceremonial. The cape doesn't help in battle , plus the armor is well just for show. I take Stormcutter out of it's sheathe. I Know  should have taken out one of my normal swords but something told me to get out the.  Magic one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " ooooh please this weapon is enchanted." babbles Adam. " do you know how many Vampires I've sent to hell with this?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " oooh Vampires scary." I reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " oh like the grasshopper , and the robot twins you battled are much scarier." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How does he know about 18, 17 , and Cell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he starts laughing the moment he sees Stormcutter. " Your going to fight me with a piece of wood?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tap it on the ground transforming it to it's true self . I read his power level super strength then again Vampi told me he took some kind of Jekill /Hyde formula. Ok  Mister Hyde, Meet Mister Mirai.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I power up to super saiyan. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/00trunks1.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/00trunks1.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi gets in between us " No if you two want at each other you have to go through me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok then but this is far from over I sheathe  Stormcutter. I smile at her. " You win."  Later in the  hotel we rented  Vampi asks " Why did you bring you weapons to  a Drakulon council meeting?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Why not? Though I was never a boy scout, I'm always prepared. Besides it's not like I didn't see you sneak a few blades into that gown of yours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now she's the one doing the smirking. " guilty as charged. Did you have to act like a high school jock with Adam though? He's not well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shrug " I didn't go to Highschool, kind of hard when everyone on your Earth is dead, except your mom and a few others. So  I guess I had to get  the High school jock thing out of my system at some point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She just shakes her head . " Your too much sometimes you know that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah Vampi do you regret choosing me over Trunks ? Or would you like to rekindle things with Skippy the Wonder loon back there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Adam was a good man once." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  Yeah I know Vampi I have something I've been wanting to ask you for some time now , but things kept getting in the way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115454374974109682?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115454374974109682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115454374974109682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115454374974109682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115454374974109682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-when-i-think-my-relationship-with.html' title='Just when I think my relationship with Vampi was going somewhere.....'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115355204400683960</id><published>2006-07-21T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:07:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah !  A post from me on my blog! :-)</title><content type='html'>Yes it's me Trunks Vegeta Briefs.   Why I let Goten and Bra write in my blog I don't know. Then again I'm not  sure HOW they posted I guess there are computers in Otherworld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Whew it's been busy ever since Brolly's attack .  The share holders wanted the place rebuilt  as soon as possible. Wolgang's  energy drink I  for the builders didn't help them instead it turned them into smurfs.( Don't ask. ) So we went back to robots and me which made it go much faster , It would have Been even faster If Dad didn't go hunting for Dragon balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well The place is fixed now. Oh yeah I've had a house guest Cain.  Well wimpy Cain. He ran to my house after the Yamcha incident. ( I wish that weirdo would leave my mom alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well I thought Cain was pulling some kind of prank or something, nope he's really wimpy. First night he was disgusted about my Magna , and Comics , He couldn't understand all of my tech magazines or the blue prints of machines I had laying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He asked " Do you have any romance novels like Bulma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I answer " Um no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been getting into this new thing on weekend nights, cars modified with weapons We would race and blast each other. You have to be superpowered so when the car blows up  you'll be somewhat alright. Now the regular Cain would say something like," your finally acting like a warrior , or you shouldn't be using cars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what does this Cain say? " How can you do something so barbaric?" Another problem is he doesn't knock. He keeps coming in at the worst moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img133.imageshack.us/my.php?image=marronntrunksrd5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/822/marronntrunksrd5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other night I  bring the newly alive again Karen in so maybe he'll spend some time alone  with her and I can spend some time with Marron. Well he was so shy he actually giggled evreytime they kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Man ! And I thought I was shy with Vampi. Well after that Debacle.I thought Cain was going to Hyper ventilate.  Well all of the sudden he gets pulled out of the house and actually goes through the wall as in phasing though the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I catch up to him and he;s slammed into the other Cabain. I don't know  what happened but he seemed sorrowful all the sudden . Oh my God!  I tried to kill your mother." Before I can say anything he grabs Karen an flies off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115355204400683960?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115355204400683960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115355204400683960' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115355204400683960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115355204400683960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/woah-post-from-me-on-my-blog.html' title='Woah !  A post from me on my blog! :-)'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115345076607348781</id><published>2006-07-20T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:08:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grudge match.</title><content type='html'>The idiot kissed my girl. I warned him to back off or he was going to get a beating. He went too far And I punched him through a gym . I look down at may self, red fur, check, long black spiky hair , check. I'm at ss4 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He flies back out at me lands on the ground and slams me with  tk thrown debris.I'm driven to the ground.  I find I can't move. He hits me with Heat Vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Any last words dork?" he laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Just one Kamehameha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah the blast hits him square on the chest I fly into him catch him with a left hook, while' he's reeling Give him a spin kick in the chin. He hits me with a right cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I put my ki into my fist ,When I land the punch it explodes.  He falls on his knees.  He foot sweeps , catches me in mid air then choke slams me.  The problem was I held on to his arms I pull him closer and knee him in the gut. Then I  elbow on him in the chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He was out on his feet.  He tried to put up his hands to start swinging again. King Kai  waddles over to me " No stop! He's had enough Goten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Not yet he hasn't ! I put everything I have into an uppercut. He flew into the horizon I fly up behind so fast it looks like I just appear behind him . I grip my hands together, and club him into  the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh " Well, now he's had enough. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bra asks "Was that nessacery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I warned him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well that's nice you don't talk to me for days. Then you have a jealous fit What the Hell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey I was ashamed that I didn't stop Brolly from killing you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She smiles " Goten there was no way to stop that. Even if you were there,  Brolly still might have killed  me hey why don't you show me that room of yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After we got to my room.. When we were getting busy. The halo around Bra's head disappeared. " Honey you'd better put your shirt back on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Why Goten?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " We  were just wished back to life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115345076607348781?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115345076607348781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115345076607348781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115345076607348781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115345076607348781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/grudge-match.html' title='Grudge match.'/><author><name>Son Goten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17404486269766971627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/GotenSmiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115338245381677273</id><published>2006-07-19T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:00:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bra: Stupid Kon !</title><content type='html'>I was sparring this tough, Amazon . She was beating me even in my ss2 form.  She kicked me in the mouth and I guess I had a Brolly flash back or something. Because I got mad, real mad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I felt this power surge within me and I changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/ssjbra.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/ssjbra.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After hitting the Amazon girl  with a bunch kicks Straight, spin, side, She gave in.  I looked at my self in the mirror.  Ok The hair's not so bad as Goten's or Goku's I kind of think it's cute, but I'm not so sure about the no eyebrows though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  oh and There's another problem Goten forgot to warn me about it's hard to keep the energy burning it burned out in a few minutes. I  bet if I train more I'll get the form to last longer , sigh more training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  it wouldn't be so bad If Goten wouldn't act like an idiot and not talk to me . Or the 18 year old little geek Super boy annoying me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey Baby. " says a leering Kon . " I noticed in that fight your pretty flexible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! Oops I have to stop doing that.  I guess I  Picked that up from Dad. " Yeah " I respond to him" it's good  for a distraction , if I fought you you'd be dead by now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Woah ! Retract the claws sweetie  it ain't no thing!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake my head " And that's why I wouldn't be interested in you I grew out of my stupid guy phase. Besides I'm 20. Your barely a kid . " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " ooooh two years a big difference , and um I hate to tell you this, but Goten is not really that smart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to punch his smug face in , but I don't do it.   He'd probably like it.  As the day went on.  " For your information he graduated College loser! If he was dumb he couldn't have done that!"  He kept following me around with a camera. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/BT_Yume%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/320/BT_Yume%7E1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok after while I became annoyed but decided to mess with him and pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=btyume7e2tg3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/2944/btyume7e2tg3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That gave him the wrong idea and he kissed me I pushed him off and screamed " What the Hell is wrong with you?  " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks down and mumbles something.   But I caught " lonely in there before I hear this earth shattering guttural yell. It was Goten I guess he'd seen Kon's lack of judgment and became mad ss4 mad Cool I didn't know he could go that far . I try to calm Goten down when he flies past me and smashes S- boy into a   gym. Uh-oh this isn't going to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115338245381677273?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115338245381677273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115338245381677273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115338245381677273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115338245381677273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bra-stupid-kon.html' title='Bra: Stupid Kon !'/><author><name>Bra Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868930582896148210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/resize.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115319339854178038</id><published>2006-07-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:29:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son Goten:I 'm gonna kick some Ass!</title><content type='html'>Ever since I've been here in other World that wimpy little " Superboy " Has been sniffing around Bra like a dog I think I'll have a talk with Kal-El When I get back to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think Kon since he was dead, has been  the big man on campus here in Other World . The problem is he's hitting on the bigger man's future wife. Today after training with King Kai, I decided I was going to confront the little boy who's trying to be a man . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For some weird reason. During the training , I felt weird something was up with my tail and my hair started turning black again.  I my chest and arms started to get all itchy like there was lot of hair under my shirt. If this means what I think it mean s Kon's in trouble . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After I find The pimple faced geek I slam him against a wall. " What the hell do you think your pulling boy? Bra's my Finance' and  if you think I'm letting a clone take her from me or anyone else!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He grins at me. " You let Brolly, do that just that I see. "   Oh that's it I threw a sloppy right that Kon caught. " Please dude! You've proven you can't protect her. Step aside for someone who can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Who the @$#^$ do you think you are? " I this time he punches me. Damn it! If I hadn't confronted him after  I spent the whole day training I'd have put him in his place in a couple of seconds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I could still go to ss2 though. I  hit with a toe strike in his shin. Then he gets an open palm in his nose." I guess you didn't know the dead can bleed there punk!"  that's when I was blasted by heat vision.  King Kai gets in my way. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  " He's not worth it Goten! Besides the way you've been shrugging her off I  thought you two were fighting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Look I feel a little guilty that Brolly killed her that's all. I just can't look her in the face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  Whispered it to King Kai but I forgot Kon can hear as well as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh Boo-Hoo!" he says. " Your such a girl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "   What's that? From the way I hear it,  Robin's been making your little Wonder Girl feel real  good at night!" Ok that was a little immature , but well he deserved it. It got the desired result he  Screamed and charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Kon No ! " if you want anymore training you'll stop right now!" orders King Kai. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" Fine sir but this isn't over." he points at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You know your a disgrace to that symbol!"  I respond. " Do you think Superman would be proud of the way your acting?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me an angry look but walks on . Later on as I wake up from a nap .( Yes I still need sleep. I still have  my body after all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I see this taped over my head board . &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Bra_-Kon.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Bra_-Kon.JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I find a note on the back saying " Here keep this pic of her dude, because soon,  you won't be seeing her all that much, except on my arm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That clone is cruising for a bruising .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115319339854178038?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115319339854178038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115319339854178038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115319339854178038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115319339854178038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/son-goteni-m-gonna-kick-some-ass.html' title='Son Goten:I &apos;m gonna kick some Ass!'/><author><name>Son Goten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17404486269766971627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/GotenSmiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115302779837492640</id><published>2006-07-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:29:58.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bra: Great I'm dead</title><content type='html'>Well That sucked Brolly killed me. Sigh! Glad I get to keep my body though . I do not want to be a floating spirit. I see a guy in robes that looks kind of like a cricket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/KingKai.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/320/KingKai.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So Your vegeta's daughter?" he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " So your a cricket?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He sighs. " yeah your definitely related to him . Why do you  have to call me a cricket ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I don't know you  do look like one . Are you a roach?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Very funny keep it up and I won't train you young lady." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Father said you liked jokes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Not at my expense! Oh yeah your going to have some company." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh " I look behind me and see Goten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey Baby ! Oh no ! He got you too?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Goten just looks down . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh  Crap! I'm not going to be seeing Dad  here too am I ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No." says cricket man. " They killed Brolly with the attack I taught Goku. Though some of the higher ups are concerned He hasn't showed up in Hell."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Great So he can come back." Said Goten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well it could be that your  Vegeta's throwing his body into a different dimension,  Made his soul  go with it." repsponded Kai ." Oh Yeah I still have to find Bra's Brother Mirai. He seems to have completely vanished." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wonderful  , poor Vampi must be out of her mind right now .  I try to get close to Goten but he backs a way from me what's up with him ? Fine jerk! If you Want to act like that fine I'll ignore you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I'm standing there thinkng about tearing off certain parts Of Goten's anatomy . I hear " Hey ya Baby I didn't think I'd see you here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Oh no Super Boy!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/superboy_teen-titans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/320/superboy_teen-titans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot he was dead. Just what I needed  he'll be oogling me the whole time I'm here. I just know he uses his X-ray vision to look underneath my clothes .  First my Fiance starts acting weird now The  Kryptonian hormone boy pops up And If  I have to hear " I'm legal now " one more time I 'm going to blow up something! I wonder if I'm in Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115302779837492640?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115302779837492640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115302779837492640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115302779837492640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115302779837492640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bra-great-im-dead.html' title='Bra: Great I&apos;m dead'/><author><name>Bra Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868930582896148210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/resize.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115268984079607123</id><published>2006-07-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:37:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>Well me and Mirai actually found three dragon ballls this weirdo had them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/pilaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/pilaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok my camera sucked. But he had this old woman and a dog, there they were riding these robot things and threatened to take over the world . We blasted them and took the d-balls. Alright we have four! Just three to go ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got closer to home We senses something off a huge power level! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Brolly!" we booth said at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't understand!" said Mirai" Goku killed him on New Vegeta!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I don't know I fought him when I was a kid and a clone of him another time . He seems to have a weird way of coming back ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We put all our power into flight.  When We get there Brolly was strangling  Vampi! We both blast him .  "Well........both of you!" Soon Vegeta will have no children!" Then I will slowly extract my revenge on......Kakarot!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this guy was never all that sane, but he seems to have completley flipped this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115268984079607123?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115268984079607123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115268984079607123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115268984079607123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115268984079607123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115251160637889284</id><published>2006-07-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:06:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai:Trunks needs my help</title><content type='html'>Trunks told me about the little adventure he had with the androids. " You know You cave just beaten them and taken the Dragon ball."  I tell him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah but  I'm dating 18' daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok but your a lot faster than the two of them You could have just flew in grabbed the  thing and flew out without them knowing. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh Yeah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Man he's a mess. A biger mess than I was at his age. Yeah it looks like he needs help, that and I'm bored sitting around Capsule Corp That and Father just got out of the healing tank. I know him and Mother will start arguing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I get my stick and he gets the radar and we leave He asks" you sure you neeed that Mirai?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " you never know though I doubt Thor's going to be needed.  "   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alright soom we'll have all the  D-balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115251160637889284?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115251160637889284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115251160637889284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115251160637889284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115251160637889284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/miraitrunks-needs-my-help.html' title='Mirai:Trunks needs my help'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115209478505597325</id><published>2006-07-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:19:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dragon ball.</title><content type='html'>I finally found a Dragon ball. Unfotunatley it was already found by Android 17 and 18.  I thought 17 was dead. Turns out he ws until 18 wished back with no influence. from Gero, and no memory of that Super 17 incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have no idea what they're going to wish for this time , knowing them money or something. I ask them for the ball. And 17 just asks how my sister is doing these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " She's engaged." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 looks shocked and hurt. Don't tell me she actully did date him. man This guy was grown when I was an infant. Well her bad taste in men streak continues.I ask 18 for the ball because she already knew about the Cain's girlfriend  situation . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Ok Trunks,Since your dating Marron I'll consider it. but you have to do something for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Um what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HmmmmYou know I'd like to see one of you arrogant saiyans put down a peg or two how you eat dirt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Wait. What?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and let Krillian  snap a picture of it that would be perfect. But you have to actually get down on the grond and eat it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's just great. " Ok fine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " And you have to put on your blog too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok let's get it over with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evreyone behold my humilation.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/229211705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/229211705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least I got the Dragon ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115209478505597325?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115209478505597325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115209478505597325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115209478505597325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115209478505597325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-dragon-ball.html' title='First Dragon ball.'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115181984240904310</id><published>2006-07-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:57:22.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Goten check this out</title><content type='html'>I found this at the weird robot Lindsey Lohan's blog. My exotic dancer name . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/"&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And make no mistake Goten, I'm your private dancer hee! Ok While Vampi's gone Mirai's really thrown himself into his work catching lame-o super villains. Well that's the brother that works. Cain's awake but what he's saying isn't making any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok those are the hard working brothers, as for my lazy brother, Trunks, he's off looking for the Dragonballs .  He'll probably update you on that,  if he ever gets around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115181984240904310?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115181984240904310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115181984240904310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115181984240904310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115181984240904310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-goten-check-this-out.html' title='Hey Goten check this out'/><author><name>Bra Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868930582896148210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/resize.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115148070783515530</id><published>2006-06-28T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:46:11.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happned?</title><content type='html'>This morning I'm sitting at home, When Bra comes in and says " Hey Bro you know Cabain's a little lonley. I think you and Mirai should try to cheer him up. Maybe you should go to a bar or something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I have a busy day at Work Bra, and I'm making a new Dragon Radar, sowe don't have to use that stupid giru." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah finding the Dragonballs will help him , but you know first, we have to make sure he doesn't kill himself , or  try to get himself killed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Ok fine whatever! Stop bugging me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She looks like she wants to say something but then she just says " Fine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the day at work was well, busy.  Board meeetings after baoar mettings people complaing about Wolfgang's weird three eyed chimp.  Otis wand these new money making schemes of his , then I finally made a working Dragon radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I got to the bar late and the place was trashed. I look around in side and See Cabain. &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/46[1]-20060628034005.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/46[1]-20060628034005.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What the Hell happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115148070783515530?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115148070783515530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115148070783515530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115148070783515530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115148070783515530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-happned.html' title='What happned?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115104760087268028</id><published>2006-06-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:26:40.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>Damn Miari! He ducked out of this seducing the ugly hags thing. Well now I'm not doing this alone. Lucky there is  always Goten. I fly over to his house. I sense My sister's ki there so I don't barge in like I normally do I knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goten says " Come in!" Well at least they  are dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/bra%20_goten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/bra%20_goten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey Goten I need to talk to about seducing some women." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" says Bra punching Goten in the eye.  She stormed out flying away cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You love messing with my relationship with her don't you ? " said Goten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Actually no. She didn't let me finish. " I say.  I told Goten all about the situation with Cain, the blue rose and this thing that looks like Karen. And the only solution.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I have to act like I like really old women? Yuck Dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/dbgt057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/dbgt057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " It's the only way to save Cain!" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So what? I don't even like Cabain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bra does. Don you really want to tell her you could have helped her half brother but didn't? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Look it might just be better for everyone if we let Reaper buy the big one. You know why Miari Doesn't trust him? Because in his timeline, he killed his version of your mother. Want history to repeat itself here? Tell ya the truth I don't wanna see Bulma die. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Miari never told me that . So that's why he was so gung -ho on killing Cain.  Then again he doesn't seem to want to talk much about his timeline. " Well Goten in his timeline he only had himself, here he has all of us to Watch my half brother. Besides Bra seems to calm  him down . There was no Bra in Miari's timeline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I just hope you know what your doing bro." said Goten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah me too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We go to the Portal where Cain found the rose. Goten takes a look at the Hags. " Ugh! This better be worth it Trunks!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile the Rose Created Karen gets ready to seduce Cain then rip his heart out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115104760087268028?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115104760087268028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115104760087268028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115104760087268028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115104760087268028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/nooooooooooo.html' title='Nooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115060431313576063</id><published>2006-06-17T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:06:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampi's dead?</title><content type='html'>My injury has healed up.  I was helping to look for Justice when I come back  I over heard the Some of the conversation with Miari and Vampi. Well ok I've eaves dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I heard Vampi say he had to kill her.  I  couldn't believe Miari would even consider this. I left and well I had a tantrum. I destroyed a small wooded area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/trunksswingingsword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/trunksswingingsword.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After calming down, I went back, I found blood on the floor and Miari gone. I Punched the wall. I can't believe he really did it the bastard! Goten comes running in with a bottle of blood in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey don't destroy Vampi's mansion ok bud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I didn't notice that Bra was behind him. " Ah does someone still carry a little torch? Does Marron know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Tell me Bra." I say " Do you have to work to be annoying? Or is it your nature?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ha ha. " She says. " No I just learned from the master."  she says pointing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Will you two stop with the sibling rivalry?"  Said Goten. " If you didn't run off so quick you could have been in on this along with my Dad your sister , and half brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What?" I say. They lead me deeper into Vampi's mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They open up  coffin and Bra says with mock surprise "What's this? " &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/TombGotenBra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/TombGotenBra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look inside and see Vampi .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115060431313576063?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115060431313576063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115060431313576063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115060431313576063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115060431313576063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/vampis-dead.html' title='Vampi&apos;s dead?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-115010168998846878</id><published>2006-06-12T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:41:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take it anymore!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The nightmares that are Goten's memories are so bad I'm afraid to sleep! I have to get rid of them. Dammit! Usually things like this fade! It looks like I'll have to swallow my pride and have Professor X wipe them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe I should talk to the Madgdelna first. Hopefully if there's any old bad feelings for my dating Vampi, she'll smoothe it over I don't know I know If I keep seeing Bra like that I'll go insane!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hell Xavier can have ant of Goten's moves for Maggie as payment , or if he wants money he can have it. I just want to sleep!  I guess I'm going to planet Hacknor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-115010168998846878?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/115010168998846878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=115010168998846878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115010168998846878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/115010168998846878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t take it anymore!!!!!'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114966200331597788</id><published>2006-06-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:33:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Green Lanterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There we were trapped by a bunch of GLs  Cain's like " Let's tear these losers apart!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I say " No they're space cops we'll try talking this out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are such a wimp Trunks." Said Cain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Look sir," Said my Grandfather "We are investigating who did this, we did not  Do  destroy this place."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yeah that's what they all say. " said Guy. "I always knew you saiyans were still evil now I got my proof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your an idiot." I say.  The lanterns attack  I yell " I heard they're weak to yellow."  Me and Cain Become Super saiyans.  We blast start blasting.  There rays can't get past or yellow auras and that can't defend against our Yellow ki blasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was all except Gardener. He made  huge green fist that knocked me down.  Then he created a giant laser and was about to blast Cain from behind.  " Cain Move! I yell knocking him out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I get hit by the blast . It burns but not that bad.  " Cain Looks horrified " NOOOOOOOOOOO!"  He yells. He grabs me and says " You will be alright Brother!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I'm fine." I say . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You will Pay for hurting my Grandson!" yells King Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Guys I'm ok. Cain Let me go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cain  goes SS4 ,and knocks down Gardener who gets up all shaky and yells "Hey rookies! Push past the fear and Yellow won't affect your rings!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh great the one advantage we had. Then I sense a weird Ki and Goku appears. " Hey ! This isn't the other galaxy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Son of Bardock!" says grandfather. " There is nothing more for us to see here take us back home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Huh? Ok" Said Goku who telported us and the ship back to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is everything ok?" Asked mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Trunks got hurt." said Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Barely." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Marron start acting as bad as Cain and Granddad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh No Trunks! We have to get you to bed ! " said mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I'm fine." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " We 'll have to get you some chicken soup!" says Marron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What is everyone deaf? I'm fine!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114966200331597788?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114966200331597788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114966200331597788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114966200331597788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114966200331597788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/fighting-green-lanterns.html' title='Fighting Green Lanterns'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114947090949064019</id><published>2006-06-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:46:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery deepens</title><content type='html'>We found this colony, it was burned to the ground. I could feel the leftover of ki.  " Broly"  " Who?" said Grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's an oaf." says Cain.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah and he's dangerous. " I say " Why would he want to destroy saiyan colonies?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is nothing like the other colonies I have found." said Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What do you mean grandson?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " There are no bodies just destroyed dwellings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yes now that  you've mentioned that I noticed  that." I say then I look down and find this picture. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/cat_women-20060604212121.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/cat_women-20060604212121.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Those are not saiyans." Says Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No they are  another race that evolved on Planet Vegeta ." Said Grandad. " Thy are related to us though. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just then a loud  voice yells at us.  " I knew the murderers would come back to the scene of  the' crime!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/warrior1.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/warrior1.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Guy Gardner?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yep weirdo and company!" A whole group of Green Lanterns surronded us, It looked like we had to fight our way out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114947090949064019?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114947090949064019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114947090949064019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114947090949064019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114947090949064019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystery-deepens.html' title='The mystery deepens'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114926884538126146</id><published>2006-06-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:36:10.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colony found?</title><content type='html'>"Oh Goten yes that's it right there.!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Arrrrrrghhh!!!!!!!!" Nooooooooooooooooo!" I wake up screaming. Dammit ever since I fused with Goten to become Gotenks during or fight with Gogeta, I've had certain memories I don't want.  Usually they come as nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not so bad if he got some of my memories of Marron, or Vampi , But I have memories of him and my sister yuck! Maybe I should see someone about getting these memories erased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe Professor X, but the problem there is we both dated Vampi at the same time. He may just make that all I can think about.  Then again we've both moved on, maybe there's no hard feelings still? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know but I do know one thing Marron would probably appreciate me not waking up in terror every night. Sometime back Vampi sent this thing here, that she found on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We had no idea what it was , until Grandad saw it.  " That's an emergency beacon from a colony!" he says.  He gets the thing to working and the readout comes in Saiyanese," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " This is the sector of the galaxy this Beacon came from, It' says something attacking ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cain who was skulking in the corner says." Then they are probably all dead. There is no use in going to see about them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Cabain!" Says Grandad Though it has been sometime since this was sent, there maybe surviors! I know it is remote possibility, if nothing else we can see if we can find clues that will lead to who's doing this."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Fine whatever, Grandfather," says Cain.  "I guess we should get on the ship as soon as possible then. "  He looks at me ." Think you can not be a whiney brat on this trip Trunks?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  I don't know, " I say " Can you not be a fratricideal psycho on this trip? "  He just growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we depart Mom and  Bra wish us well Bra hugs Cain, And Mom wishes him to be safe. She asks him to watch out for me I can't believe they trust him. As Bra comes to hug me I back away flinching. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the Hell is wrong with you?"  She asks. " Ok fine don't act like a normal person! I hope you like being at the kid's table at my wedding buddy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cain just stares and growls at me again but there is no way I'm telling either of them why I'm acting weird around her. Hopefully I can find a way to wipe Goten's thoughts out of my head soon. Well it looks like we're off to see about a colony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114926884538126146?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114926884538126146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114926884538126146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114926884538126146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114926884538126146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/06/colony-found.html' title='Colony found?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114880147487847610</id><published>2006-05-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:32:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright! My new job.</title><content type='html'>How the other Trunks can stand being, Mr, corporation I don't know. Mom got Trunks to give me a job at Capsule Corp. I couldn't stand it. It drives me crazy . But I have noticed there are a lot super criminals running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was money to made from catching a lot of them. Before the whole body switching thing happened I applied for a Bounty Hunter's license. It arrived while I was on Drakulon. Now I don't have to deal With the business world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have to work for the dork who made my kid cry. Now who should I hunt down first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114880147487847610?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114880147487847610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114880147487847610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114880147487847610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114880147487847610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/alright-my-new-job.html' title='Alright! My new job.'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114863090930544682</id><published>2006-05-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:08:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bra: my special Armor.</title><content type='html'>Well Goten Finally said He would train me. Now he doesn't have to do anything for the wedding, I can't believe I had to haggle with him.   So now I can stop wearing the armor I have to wear when Cain Or dad or Miari, are training me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/wibra1[1].JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/wibra1[1].JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yuck! I hate that armor It's so old, and well I  look like a guy. Now I deigned a an armor that well is not so um unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/Bra_armour.JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/Bra_armour.JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wait what's that there? Oh Nooooooo! I've grown a tail! Oh Hell! That looks  so freaky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114863090930544682?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114863090930544682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114863090930544682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114863090930544682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114863090930544682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/bra-my-special-armor.html' title='Bra: my special Armor.'/><author><name>Bra Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868930582896148210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6808/2363/1600/resize.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114845592725820165</id><published>2006-05-24T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:32:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I have to be nice to Cain?</title><content type='html'>Dad Won the race Challenge on LGS, after he did He called us and tells me not to go after Cain anymore. Arrgh! Easy for Dad to say. He didn't kidnap him. Damn! And I wanted to show him what I could do as a SS4 now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not only is he psychotic and wants to kill me, But he's always in may face about how I act towards Bra. Now how are you supposed to treat someone who sneaks up behind you and does this?  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/783/1860/1600/wee.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/783/1860/320/wee.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   This was in the middle of a board meeting I can see she takes after Dad and his prank playing. I was mad at first about her engagement to Goten. But now that I think about it, She's Goten's problem now. Speaking of my sister she's got all these plans for the wedding, and won't let Goten get in a word about it. Heh! Be careful what you wish for buddy you just might get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Capsule has been weird since scary Steve Went missing, good weird. I don't have to dodge him , and his aluminum foil hats anymore. Apparently Miari and Vampi are coming back I hope they got all this body switching things fixed, because the first thing I'm going to do is kick Miari where he kicked me.  They said they picked up someone along the way. I have no idea who. They said it's a surprise for Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well that's pretty much it, except I don't like the way Marron looks when she sees Justice, that look scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114845592725820165?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114845592725820165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114845592725820165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114845592725820165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114845592725820165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-i-have-to-be-nice-to-cain.html' title='Now I have to be nice to Cain?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114828524290016892</id><published>2006-05-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:07:22.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm Vlad? arrrrrrgh!</title><content type='html'>(Continued from Vampirella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting ridiculous! Now I'm trapped In Vlad's body! That idiot got in the middle of the ceremony, now I'm stuck in his body from what I'm hearing He's going to marry Vampi. He may be able to fool her, but the moment he sees Father He's going to sense the offness of Drac in my body. Then he'll kill my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm just about to accept the worst when I see my walking stick in the corner, yes! I can't control Drac's powers. But Thor's are a different story. Man this is going to look weird . Oh well I know I have the advantage. Drac can't use my powers , but I'm pretty good at wielding Mjolnir. Prepare to meet the power of Thor Vlad. I hope you choke on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm about to tap the walking stick a gloved hand rips my cell apart. That bitch of a lover of Dracula jumps at the figure, he just blasts her with a very familiar ease! " Father!" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I only have one child. " he says. " He died some time ago how dare you try to pretend you are him! I heard you tried to kill a saiyan . Well That means you must be Punished by the King Of all Saiyans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/kvgif.gif/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/kvgif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King? I look at him, closer he does look like Father, but he's taller, Also he has a beard. King Vegeta's been dead for years, then again, I've been dead once too. I dropped the stick. " I came to this vampire planet when I heard someone pretending to be A saiyain Prince, made a trade deal here. Then I hear you try to kill a saiyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great he's going to tear my head off. I had to try something I said something in the little bit of Saiyanese I knew. " Ok You Nice to know you shave goats." The fact you know my native tongue. Intrigues me monster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not Vlad I finally yell I'm well If your really King Vegeta I guess you would say I'm your Grandson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liar! " he says slapping me. " My son died on the planet Namek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If He's dead then what's he doing on a reality show?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I do not watch television." he says to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I him take to one and Thankfully Father is on tourtureing Simon with the Buu dance well not fortunate because I had to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok You have my attention, " he said. So I tell him everything that's been happening. Hi don't think he believes me, but he agrees to help. I tap the stick and it I become well , a weird looking Thor Dracula. I use the hammer to teleport us to Vampi and Vlad , he's he's kissing her! That makes my blood boil I pull him off her And point the hammer at his head. Make one move Vlad and you'll be a crispy critter, and for emphasis I make the sky go dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn You Vlad!" says Vampi jumping at me as she's caught by Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Im not Vlad." I say. Here's the way to prove it I drop the Hammer. If your Miari Trunks. You've already proven your worthy of Mjlnor! Pick It up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries I see the " If he be Worthy spell is still in place. As Vlad can't even budge it. I think I've proven who's the real Miari Trunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114828524290016892?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114828524290016892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114828524290016892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114828524290016892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114828524290016892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-im-vlad-arrrrrrgh.html' title='Now I&apos;m Vlad? arrrrrrgh!'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114809911988159462</id><published>2006-05-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:26:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of things For our trip to Drakulon</title><content type='html'>Me and Vampi : Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry cursing Witch doctor: Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His powders : Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons and supplies: check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks walks in " Hey Miari! You got kissed by yourr own body. Iknow it was really Vampi, but Yuck! You got Kissed by your self dude! hahahahahahahahaha! what are you doing? Arrrrrrrgh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking Trunks in his Grapefruits : Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're ready to go Vampi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114809911988159462?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114809911988159462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114809911988159462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114809911988159462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114809911988159462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/list-of-things-for-our-trip-to.html' title='List of things For our trip to Drakulon'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114784467269043956</id><published>2006-05-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:44:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I  didn't want her to find out this way.</title><content type='html'>Bra was bitching about the fight between my Dad and Cain.  " He didn't care what I had to say. He just teleports me out of the way and beats my brother down after wards!&lt;br /&gt;What a jerk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I said, " Look! That sicko needed a beating . Or did you care that he tried to kill me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " He wouldn't have killed you. He wouldn't hurt me that way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yes he would!  He thinks he knows what's best for you and I'm not it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Maybe he's right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Oh  fine! But maybe you should be glad Cain knows someone can beat him, he wouldn't try whatever evil thing he wants to do next , besides your Dad didn't start turning good, until my Dad and older brother, beat him like a drum. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got no idea why I said or why she got so mad at it. But she doesn't slap like a lot of girls she punches and hard. The ring I bought her fell out of my pocket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1793/2365/1600/sapphire-ring4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1793/2365/320/sapphire-ring4.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She just kind of stares at it. Then says I-is that for me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah."  I say rubbing my chin .  " I was waiting for the right time to ask you to marry me  I didn't think  this is the right time though."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " You know the answer would be yes right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah you know Cain's going to flip out probably try and kill me again right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So you should train harder, and have  me train with you I want to be an SS3 if I say yes Your help me right I'll even wear my special armor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What's that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " She gets all excited and jumps up and down " We Should tell everyone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Not just yet." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1793/2365/1600/bragotenkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1793/2365/320/bragotenkiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114784467269043956?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114784467269043956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114784467269043956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114784467269043956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114784467269043956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-didnt-want-her-to-find-out-this-way.html' title='I  didn&apos;t want her to find out this way.'/><author><name>Son Goten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17404486269766971627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/GotenSmiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114767855585169898</id><published>2006-05-14T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:35:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this mission!</title><content type='html'>( continued from Vampi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Let me explain right off I did not have sex with the Pizza Girl. I just said that to get her to turn into a super saiyain. Let me explain some voodoo guy switched or bodies. I couldn't control her powers nor her mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We killed the vamp roos ( ok she did using my super saiyan 4 form .) Well because of there pizza girl lie she won't talk to me. We went back home to West City and I returned home with Vampi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason there was a lot of gifts there , and a foul mouthed goat man. "So Izzat the groom? "he says pointing at Vampi "Wait why's the girl wearin' the ring? Ah a body switch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks starts pointing " Wait that's Miari? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/2510/320/Trunks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Bwhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Shut up Trunks!" I say .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Yeah I shouldn't be laughing Vamiari, if it turned out different that could be me. But still Bwhahahahahahaahahahaha!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vampi sees the gifts and turns ss again. " Your Married? First the Pizza girl now this?" she blasts the gift and lies off shakily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily Trunks and Bra said they'd catch her and try to calm her down. " Miari I thought you were better than this!" says Mother."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" I have no idea what's going on, I can tell you I'm not married." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave because I have to go to the Bathroom , If I figure out how to get out of this stupid body wrap thing Arrrrgh! Then there are a whole lot of other problems I have to tackle after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114767855585169898?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114767855585169898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114767855585169898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114767855585169898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114767855585169898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-this-mission.html' title='I hate this mission!'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114741238180716103</id><published>2006-05-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:40:21.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>Ughh! What happened? Last thing I remember is Vampi biting me after I got drunk. Oh no A mob was about to burn her! I gotta sense out her ki. Why can't I? ohhh my head. That answers that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is dry. I can barely move. I realize I'm strapped down. " Do not worry the curse will son be lifted from ya mate!" Huh? I force my eyes open after a period of blurriness I open my eyes to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7779/2694/320/l87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah! I snap out of the ropes and fly out of there as fast as possible. " Blast! I was too late I hear him say. I find Vampi's ki I gotta get there before it's too late to save her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114741238180716103?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114741238180716103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114741238180716103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114741238180716103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114741238180716103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114724646044953553</id><published>2006-05-09T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:34:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marron</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since me and Vampi broke up and a few days since my hair potion disaster. My hair is finally back to normal, I thought Marron would never want to see me again after that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But after work  she comes by. " Hey you. " She says." Want to try it again with out the funny hair?" So I change out of my evil work clothes and when I come out she pretty much attacks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/22e2c80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/22e2c80.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take her to a four star restaurant, and she looks unhappy. " Trunks you know your trying to hard again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Showing off your money may work for bimbos, but I know you way too well for that I know you hate this stuffy place as much as I do. Hey I saw a hotdog stand a block back let's go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So we end up having a picnic in the park. ( I dare someone to try and mug us.) well the picnic turned out better than I expected. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/marrontrunks_teenagers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/marrontrunks_teenagers1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so stress free on a date before, well ok I have when I knew I wasn't call to call the next morning. I see why it's this way though . I've known this girl since we were kids. I mean there no trying to get to know each other, or playing all the dating games, or pretending to be someone else .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just relaxed and had a good time. As the night ended I said Good bye but she says" Um can I come over to your place for coffee?"   So we watch some DVDs After That's over  it was pretty late. I say something stupid like " I wish this night would never end." or something along those lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She rubs her hand through my hair, " Who said it has to end so soon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What?" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For a smart guy you can be pretty slow , you know that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Awesome! I just hope Buu doesn't run in tomorrow to wake me up like he usually does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114724646044953553?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114724646044953553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114724646044953553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114724646044953553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114724646044953553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/marron.html' title='Marron'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114679778345058717</id><published>2006-05-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:56:23.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back</title><content type='html'>Trunks started getting a little annoyed at our "Guest."  As you can see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/zhaanpaperbig[1]-20060504223700.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/zhaanpaperbig[1]-20060504223700.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's so easily annoyed it's kind of easy and  fun too .  he doesn't trust her either. I think that's the fact Father raised him. Unlike me who was basically raised by The  Gohan from my timeline. Father is a bit paranoid, and it rubbed off on Trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I still see this as weird, calling somone else my name, and calling myself "Miari."  Mom doesn't seem to like it either she'd rather just call us both Trunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I saw the most beautiful sight the green and blue planer called Earth. Though not my Earth, it's home now. We contact Capsule Corp , and Mother comes up on the screen. " Hey I'm glad you back boys, Vampi went into false labor last night, She kept asking for you Son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/alienrescue1[1].JPG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/alienrescue1[1].JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Is she alright? "I ask. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " She's fine , but I think you'd better hurry. Oh Your Dad's In some Gladiator thing. He'll probably be gone soon . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder What Father has gotten himself into now.   But That matters less than Being there for My girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114679778345058717?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114679778345058717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114679778345058717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114679778345058717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114679778345058717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114670855826582470</id><published>2006-05-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:10:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the rescue</title><content type='html'>We break into the ship, pretty easily We take down a lot of the guards. I'm still not sure about Miari. But I guess since Vampi chose him and the rapport I once had with her is down to nothing ,I should accept it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Pepper head shows us were the prisoner we're looking for is being held.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/pepperhead2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/pepperhead2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We find her and Miari pulled the cage apart.  She crawls out  "Thank you! She says " We cannot go out the way you came. I know a short cut." we  follow her trustingly Well Miari does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/1600/memzhaanmed%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5167/1987/320/memzhaanmed%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me I take out my sword just in case. She leads us into a  hallway. Then she slips behind me and one of those fish monsters that nearly killed us before had come, comes out of a hall way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Seems Dad was right It was a trap." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Father's paranoid. There must be a reason for this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." I say  going to ss4 form. He does too but one of these things took down Dad and Goku at  the fifth form they had to fuse to kill it we had no chance. Both of us at ss4. And this thing was treating us like babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe we should Fuse Miari!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" No way!" he says trying to pull the fish thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soon Miari goes into some kind of spasms. He turns back in to his normal form. " Something's wrong with Vampi!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh great he won't be any help. I fly away from , looking for something to help with this. I get punched into a airlock  I look around I couldn't read the language but I know what a big red button means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I push it and hold on the fish flies out into space. I start going too , but miari catches me, and shuts the airlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You did good Trunks." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run up and to the computer after a while of familiarizing my self with  the ships controls. I open all the cells the prisoners escape, Then I Turn the ships weapons on the other's in the fleet. Finally I turn on the self destruct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We go back to our ship and I yell at the blue woman " Why did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You could have gotten us killed!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Forgive me she says If I did not go along with the trap I would have been killed you did not see what they did with my world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" trunks you don't understand," Says Miari What it's like to have all you know destroyed It makes some people do desperate things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was quiet for the rest of the trip the problem was the blue woman. Kept clinging to me.  Even when I was alone in the Holo simulator&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/Image40%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/320/Image40%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Such a beautiful creature" , she says. " Do you have a mate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um yes , Well I did, but there's um someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miari just laughs" Looks like you may have some Spalianin to do to Marron When we get back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At least he's laughing probaly the first time I heard him laugh since we got trapped together. But I still don't trust this Fish woman call it instinct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114670855826582470?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114670855826582470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114670855826582470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114670855826582470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114670855826582470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-rescue.html' title='To the rescue'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114660099536921216</id><published>2006-05-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:16:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know myself</title><content type='html'>The space nanny finally got us to stop arguing.  I finally decided to I was going to try to talk Trunks. One problem I have with him at a time.  It's not like we have much else to do in this ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Ok Trunks what's up with you being do mad At Goten for dating our sister?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Our Sister? You mean mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Look I'm not going anywhere, and we're pretty much identical genteically speaking you might as well think of me as your Brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You just had to not have a timeline to go back to didn't you? The problem I have with Goten is first he's a traitor. I mean he should have talked to me before even starting this , Second he was 6 years old when she was born!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I'm not seeing the problem here. First when he tried to talk to you, you punched him through a wall.  Let's not forget I had your memories or a while there. Second would rather her date Lobo? Or some other sicko? or a guy that will at least treat her like a person. Maybe you should  stop thinking about you, and think of how what you do affects others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Dude it's my best friend and my Sister." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  Now your starting to sound like Ross from "Friends". It's none of your business so butt out . zShe's an adult she really doesn't need you to protect her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " what about from Cain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That one floored me. " I had a run in with him in my timeline, I had to kill him. He's as evil as they come. As far as I can tell he's exactly the same here. Bra is on a fool's errand trying to bring him over to the light. He'll turn on her as soon as she does something he doesn't like.  That's when one of us, or Father has to put him down like the mad dog he is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Why did you have to steal my girlfriend?"  he finally asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I admit I do feel guilty about that. But , you kept leaving her or got weirded out when the relationship got serious. Hell if not me It might of been Professor X or Pvt Hudson that stole her.  You can't fight how you feel.Besides what about Marron? I know you have a thing for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, but I also know Dad is going to want to fight her. He'd kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I don't know how to break this to you Sport. but Father said he's already fought her once in a tournament.  She got second place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What? But how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well she is Krillian and 18's daughter. Father said she wore a mask. But he reconized her ki. he also said she boought a sports car with her winnings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I remember that car! I wondered how Krillian can afford it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Look Just ask her out, without the potion when we get back." I said. " You were a complete idiot with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look we approach the enemy fleet!" said the nanny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Alright kid ready to kick Lizard Butt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sure thing old man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we put the ship in cloak mode put on air masks and get ready to board the prision ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114660099536921216?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114660099536921216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114660099536921216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114660099536921216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114660099536921216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-to-know-myself.html' title='Getting to know myself'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114628694178740868</id><published>2006-04-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:02:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Hell</title><content type='html'>Literally and metaphorically. After becoming Gotenks, the potions effects stopped I wonder if it was because of the fusion or what? ( Meanwhile Goten recites poetry to a hamburger.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey pal that's my meal!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Do you mind?" Says Goten." I'll take you were we can be alone babe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well whatever it is I've lost any chance with Vampi I may have had. Because of that damn Potion I drooled over Marron like a  hormone driven teenager. Vampi has ended up With Miari, me but with long hair, deeper voice and the fricken Hammer of Thor! He just has to be sooooo confident as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever I can't think about that now.  Hotstuff's  devil soul has been taken away, and we have to get it back. You see He made a bet with the ruler of this Hell, the one of the Chinese after life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Superhero 101 here, there are many dimensions called "Hell". I think the Dmv is one of those.  Pantha distracts the guards except for Horse face I knock him pout pretty quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  me and Bra fly in to crooked L's office. Oh of course he has to be there, nothing is ever easy.  " What do you mortal's want ?"   "ooooh he is so much hotter in person ." Says Bra.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/1866_4_0355.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/1866_4_0355.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" I ask  Then she whispers "I'll distract him get the contract."  then she says he hip s ant the demon jumps on his desk and starts  rubbing his face and telling him how hot he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I threw up in my mouth a little, I used a camera phone to get some evidence of this, Heh Maybe this will get Goten to break up with her.  Then I use my ki as a laser cutting in to his safe.  I look in and find the contract. I take it out and give a thumbs up to Bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey want me to flash you?" Bra asked crooked L. " Oh we're your going to do much more than that." said the demon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Uh huh right Final Flash!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bra did you have to that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh maybe you'd rather I slept with him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The way you were acting I thought you were going to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly out and grab Pantha, Now we have to Find the lead devil,Lucifer.  I just hope Bra doesn't hit on him, yeah she's been hanging around Pantha too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114628694178740868?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114628694178740868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114628694178740868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114628694178740868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114628694178740868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-hell.html' title='I&apos;m in Hell'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20295048.post-114590511437177902</id><published>2006-04-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:58:34.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well can this get any worse?</title><content type='html'>I bought some love potions from Wolgang. They're supposed to make me more confident in love .   One problem, They work on anything you see. First time I tired to use on myself to Vampi how I feel, I fell for a car......  The second time a cat.  But there was the dinner that night where Vampi was going to tell us which of us Trunkses she was going to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I drink the potion, before e she says And Marron comes jumping in. Oh no I actually have feeling for her!! This could last a week!  I start spouting poetry. To her She looks at me all weird and  says " Slow down there lover boy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Look I have a thing for you always had but this is way too fast. One minute your fighting over Vampi the next your all over me! Are you drunk again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Drunk with love!" I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Miari cough out " Lame!" Not that I actually cared." You know this is a good thing. " said Vampi. Since I was going to choose Miari, We are so much alike . He knows what he wants, and we're both warriors against evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So it is decided!" I yell. "Let us go to Paris my darling." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok you are drunk or on, drugs or something." said Marron. " Call me for a date when you sober up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So she left me in my massive despair I knew I had to win her but how? Then a freaking giant fish monster comes crashing in saying it wanted Vampi's blood. I may  not feel the same way about her as I used to but I'm not letting her die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20295048-114590511437177902?l=trunkslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/feeds/114590511437177902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20295048&amp;postID=114590511437177902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114590511437177902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20295048/posts/default/114590511437177902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-can-this-get-any-worse.html' title='Well can this get any worse?'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
