Trunks stood in some god-forsaken wasteland like the bitch he was. The blasphemous baboon was exasperated from the long day of going "H E Y ! ! !" and disappointing every sentient life form which possessed the abhorrent misfortune of inhabiting the same time-space as the lavender liability. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH", Trunks screamed into the cold, eternal abyss which stood before him. To the frivolous fucknugget, this seemingly pointless ritual was all that stood between his elongated existence, and a merciful self-exacted end which would bring about the anticipated halt of the eldritch horror which he referred to as life. Alas, his cold blade would be deprived of the stupid doodoo head's blood once more. Little did TORANKUSU know, a controversial and, frankly, contrived contemptuous cunt would make his suffering, more suffering-er.

"Waddup, nigga", uttered the prince of all Athen-Peepole, Annabeth Chase. A fellow heretic, Annabeth's atrocious alias was the product of her horrendous harbingers' incompetence to choose between Annabelle and Elizabeth, as well as sharing a surname with objectively the worst JoJo opening. She was also exalted across the multiverse for her incomprehensible ability to eternally cuck her homogay husband, Harry Kane. Funny haha peepee joke. Trunks was flabbergasted by the demidyke's offensive obscenity and, like the Supa Saiya-Jin Warrior he was, wasted no time lamenting her mean words that were not nice but were in fact mean.

"Y-Y-YOU CAN'T SAY THAT", the Saiyan hybrid heroically sperged, "YOU'RE NOT AN ESKIMO-PEEPOLE! :(." Trunks make doubly sure to break the laws of fiction and add a stupid fucking happy face to enforce his irrefutable argument. "SAY YOUR ARE SORRY!11!"

"no", uttered the prince of all Athen-Peepole, Annabeth Chase.

Trunks did not take this blatant insult lightly. Oh, no, he was not pleased at all.

Upon receiving this attack on his honor, on all which he held dear, he shat out Super Saiyan Slightly Perturbed and beat the everloving shit out of Lil' Annie. I mean, wow, you should've seen it. It was... jeez. Oh god, he just... man.

"H-HEY FELLERS! EQUAL LEFTS, RIGHT!?"

...Who let this incelibate degenerate in here- I WANT HIM DEAD, I WANT HIM FUCKING DEA-

Mh-Hmm... back to the fever dream. After going, and I quote, "longsword style on this bubonic bimbo", Trunks proceeded to cast Annabeth into the unforgiving oblivion, of which he was so familiar. After the fact, however, Trunks birthed a grandiose epiphany. His purpose, his calling in life... was to spread peace and tolerance in the most violent and cruelest ways imaginable.

And thus, the ebony-clad enforcer set out to inform the only 2 people who openly tolerated him back at the Time Nest, while Percy "Pee Poo" Jackson set out to find who was dicking down his wife this time. Knowing how this usually goes down, he'll probably go emo and then become an elder god or some shit, those kinds of fics suck.

"And that's my calling in life", Trunks proudly stated.

"Trunks, tell me why that's only the third stupidest thing you've ever said", moaned the Supreme Kai of Time.

"You support me, right, Ace?"

Ace was silent.

Ace was always silent.