Toranksu was running through the 7th with his woadies once more. He was a sad boi. For his entire timeline got nae nae'd out of existence because of that senzu bean headass boy, Zamaslamma, and his butt buddy Sir Shitlock Holmes, or Burakku Obama to those who knew him personally. Trunks was pouring lean while blasting $uicideboy$, as is the logical option to combat the intense levels of depression and self-loathing he was experiencing at that point in time.

While he continued his journey into the Shadow Realm, Trunks noticed a peculiar metallic can in his jacket, as opposed to the wooden cans he was so used to. It was... a can of beans! Salvation at last, perhaps? A lingering hope? He took the gift bestowed upon him by the 2 God's that gave a rat's ads about the home of sexuals whom laid underneath their presence. However, just as quickly as Trunks had achieved euphoria, so was it mercilessly stripped from him. For 2 divinities had deemed him unworthy of protein-based nirvana.

Pulling up in their golden lamborghini steed were none other African American Kakarot and his partner in crime, Zaboomafoo. Trunks had only seconds to react before his hood was fired upon with the strength of a thousand ki-blasts. The shots had conveniently missed him, but hadn't failed to dismantle his tantalizing treat. Truly, these terrors were fresh out of mercy. But did the poor boy's agony end with the destruction of his beans. For his pride had yet to be dissolved. And with 6 mere motions of the mouth, Future Goten would see to it that his demise was ensured. As he slowly unequipped his custom gucci glasses and gazed upon what was of a long-lost lunch, he uttered with most ferocity...

THIS NIGGA EATING BEANS!?

The entire city shortly erupted with howls of laughter. Judgemental, heartless, demonic screeches that echoed throughout the continent. None were spared the cacophony of cackles which shook the earth, ripping it asunder. All Trunks could do was scream "NOOOOOOOOO!" as ridicule ruthlessly hounded the halfblood. He felt himself fall into eternity as the tectonic plates that once offered Reces' Peace of Mind gave in from under his feet. Yet the laughter did not cease its pursuit. It followed him to the center of Eearth as he slipped into unconsciousness...

"NYU-UH..!", stammered Trunks in a stupid fucking anime grunt. "You alright, Trunks?", inquisited Fetty Krill. "Been a while since you did that weird grunt you like to do."

"...Nothing.", Trunks sighed a sighey sigh that signals relief.

He returned to stacking senzu beans for the senzu bean cartel, taking comfort that it was there for him now. While the malevolent minority was still on the loose with his elven alley, his bitchass could wait.