I know I need to update on my sucky story but I had to continue this series. I'm sorry but I love this story and I think it deserves another saga! It is gonna become a real pain in the ass eventually but what the hell. This is one continues to the Black Star Dragonballs but with some huge changes mainly because I never bothered myself to watch them.

MV: Daughteralucard does not own DBZ or VMB! REVIEW!

Me: (whispers) anger management…

MV: WHAT WAS THAT!

Me: (smiles) good disclaimer!

MV: Hmph I thought that's what you said.

Chapter 1

Goten gave a frustrated sigh. Mirai drove him nuts! He was only 7 and already he was turning out to be just like Trunks. He was a trouble maker! Goten walked off angrily from the young boys room. He had just got finished yelling at the 7 year old for putting plastic wrap on the toilet. He sighed in defeat. He hated yelling at him. He practically doing the same thing at the boys age. Well, no, Trunks was doing it, Goten was along for the ride. Still, was he to hard on him, or did Mirai need to be yelled at?

Mirai. The name pained him. Named after the 16 year old loony who he and Trunks felt was the God of Mockery, the Prince of Darkness, the Duke of Destruction. Needless to say his suicide hit both boys….well…young men now, pretty hard. They followed him through hell and back, literally, what the time traveler put them through in just one night was like hell.

It wasn't really an entertaining thought anymore, their lives were in danger, and their lives were in the hands of a protective killer. Now that it had been 8 years ago it was kind of funny. He and Trunks often laughed at the recollection of the twisted doctor putting them through torturous trials, hellish tasks, and overbearing suspense of what might happen to them next. Now a days the highlight of his day was chasing down the troublesome son of him and Mirai Trunks's daughter Salem. She was the love of his life, creepy, but his life.

She had the witch thing going on. Much like Mirai Trunks actually. She had practiced voodoo, hoodoo, and anyother oodoo religion out their. Goten had, on numerous occasions, taken superstitious precautions. He found that he feared when black cats crossed his path, broken mirrors, he was over careful about salt shakers, ladders, and had even taken the time to line his front door with red dirt just in case. Salem was getting to him, he knew it, but at least with these new superstitions he had he felt a little better.

He and Trunks use to get together but after the death of Bulma because of a drunk driver he had grown very distant. He was now the president of Capsule Corp. and drowned himself in work. He had let it consume him to the point it became him. The personality he used only for business became his personality. His business face, emotionless, became his real face. It was like a costume that wouldn't come off because he wore it to often.

MV didn't worry much about Bulma's dead soul. He knew people who could amazingly enough speak to the dead. His connections to those people had actually saved V from insanity. He lost his wife and was loosing his only son but with the medium around he could speak to his wife whenever he needed to. Bulma, in the afterlife, was thrilled to know she could speak to her husband and her husbands future counterpart.

King Vegeta and the other saiyans usually did their own thing now. King and Piccolo still lived together at the look out with Dende and Mr. Popo. Nappa hung around CC. Even though V had killed him he couldn't help but feel a sort of attachment to the prince. It was almost as if the two were good friends..almost…true saiyans are too good to have friends! Ha! Let them believe that if they want!

As for Bardock, he lived in Grandpa Gohan's little house now not far form where his son, Goku, and family lived. He enjoyed living out in the woods with his new family, made him feel closer to them. Radditz had married the Japanese girl Akira ended up falling for each other. They married and moved to Amembo Island. They had two beautiful girls, Kyoto and Sakura, who where as fierce as the odd couple themselves.

Azia, like MV, still held the title of primogen. The two were currently working together to start war with the Lykens. Of course some primogen were skeptical. The Nosfearatue and Tremere believed it a good course to take. But the others did not agree. That's politics though. Democrats will back up Democrats but not Republicans. The Anarchs where more worried about finally getting LaCroix out of LA. This was also one of MV's top priorities. He wanted LaCroix out, not out of LA, out of office all together. Again, politics get in the way, the most disliked clans agree with the Ventrue while the more popular stick together.

Gohan had become a scholar, of course, and Pan was a total tom boy (have you ever noticed that tom boys are actually drag kings?). Videl became an at home wife and the son they were pregnant with, Derek, was actually Sharpeners but she was to afraid to tell Gohan (this will be a side story or a whole story I don't know yet).

Yamma was upset because now he has to go get his own escaped souls. Luckily Frieza and Cell didn't last long after their escape. King Kold owns his own bakery in Amsterdam (3 guesses what's in his brownies) and was pretty much living it up.

What is going on in hell with Mirai Trunks now a days?

………………….HELL (cue suspenseful and dramatic music)…………………

Trunks lay on a rock in the center of what was the Saiyan City in hell. They figured that if they were going to spend eternity in hell they might as well make it home. Mirai was their for barely a minute before whispers of a 'Gaijin' had started up (if you have never seen Tokyo Drift it means 'outsider'). Their was word that a half saiyan half earthling had taken up residence. Many stories had started up. It was a vampire who suffers insanity, it was a young man with wolf like fangs and red glowing eyes, it was a the most beautiful woman ever seen in all the galaxies, it was a crazed transvestite with a taste for dead flesh.

Mirai had often smiled at the strange rumors, how close they all were, it was funny. Saiyans often walked up and asked him what his story was. Mirai Trunks had not spoken a word sense he was casted into hell. They would ask questions and he would just walk off silently. He never introduced himself, never told what happened after he had helped the other saiyans escape from hell, never told how to escape hell, never said anything to anyone. He pretty much outcasted himself. He learned about his heritage by watching and learning. He spent his time drawing, painting, training, singing to himself when he was alone, floating in the blood river on his back, sleeping, drinking, and smoking pot. He figured he wasn't messing anything up in his body anymore so he might as well enjoy it.

What really bugged people about him though was not how silent he was, his 'tainted blood', or his disinterest in them, it was strangely the fact that he was a good sours of amusement but refused by staying silent. One had read what he was writing over the young boys shoulder and found the writing rather hilarious but when he was asked to share he just shook his head and walked off.

Shiru, Vegeta's mother, sat in her throne room completely board. That was life in hell, boredom, and their wasn't much they could do about it. She was sitting just thinking when she came up with a plan, how to get the Gaijin to talk and even share his comedy. The young boy loved to drink and it was obvious. Why had no one tried to talk to him drunk!? Sadly she was so bored she put her plans into action!!

Yay! This series is back! Okay next time:

The DBZ gang meet up again for another tournament!

Shiru's plan in action! Multiple comedians and requests for the next chapter are gladly accepted!!

See you next time cowgirls and cowboys….sorry wrong manga….