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Yay! I'm updating my stories as an Easter present to all of you! Probably not Cowboy Bebop but they will get updates when I feel like they need updates. I'm not in the bounty hunter mood today. But first to continue conversation with reviewers.

Shahi: They water down hell because FUNdimation is full of BITCHES!! I'm probably gonna get a budget cut for that again like last time but it's the cold hard truth and they need to hear it.

SiriusRulez: I shall comply with your wishes and give you in skinny on Trunks. Heehee I like saying that, give you the skinny, and saying something is spiffy, and when someone is crying ask why their water works are goin'. I just rock like that.

Sorry I don't really have any crazy stories to tell you guys today. It's been a long one though, sucky people hating me cause I'm so loveable, giving me shit cause I just don't care if they like me or not. Don't you hate those people?

Chapter 2

Trunks sat in the restaurant. He held the wine glass in his hand swirling it out of boredom. His father, the flame haired pround prince of saiyans, sat across from his cutting up the stake he had ordered. Trunks didn't care much for meat. He didn't care much to eat these days come to think about it. The only thing he really did was worry about what was going on at CC when he wasn't around.

In Trunks's opinion his mother had hired incompetents', god rest her soul, and it worried Trunks that she just didn't care about who was running the show when she was gone. Trunks would have fired everyone on the spot but knew that was a bad move. He couldn't just replace thousands of employees though so he had to stick it out and get through the day. True they were brilliant scientists but they seemed to never get anything right.

Now, as you well know, Vegeta has a God Complex, but you may not know that it was nothing compared to Trunks's. He had to not only be always right but things had to be done his way or not done at all. He did things more complicated though. The scientist were use to doing things a very practical way with a deadline that was both affordable and worked to almost perfection. They had to learn to make that deadline now only with more complex directions.

Vegeta didn't really care about the company. What he cared about was the monster it had made Trunks into. Even now, when the man should be relaxing, he was putting up a game face that Vegeta recognized as one often used to get what you want in business and if their was one thing Trunks did well it was get what he wanted. It actually made Vegeta want to ask his son what he wanted. Of course the answer to that question would be nothing but if your offering.

"Knock it off," demanded the prince.

"Excuse me," asked Trunks confused.

"Your stupid act. You want something I can tell."

"What makes you say that?"

"I know you kid, you always want something, now come out and ask for it."

"I was wondering if you would agree to me selling the company." Vegeta dropped his fork and knife. He rested his hands on his chin and actually thought about it. This was not at all what he was expecting.

"Why do you want to sell it?"

"Because it is worth now more then half a billion dollars. Besides, I hate that place, it is full of idiots."

"Huh, well then my answer is no."

"What? Why?"

"Because you act like that job you have is such a burden. You don't even need to be at work! You agreed to take it and give it to your choice of heir and that is exactly what you are going to do. Carry out your burden and not sign your precious 'soul' away."

"My 'soul'?"

"Yea, your 'soul', you let that place consume you." Trunks stared at his father in disbelief. The man said it so nonchalantly as if he expected it to happen. Trunks opened his mouth to argue his side but Vegeta put his hands up to stop him before he started. "I'm not getting into it with you in public. You have my answer and my reasoning for it. That place has turned you into a monster anyhow, might as well live the life you chose, who are you kidding anyway you couldn't live without that company."

"I-"

"I just said I wasn't disgusing this with you in public."

"I realize that but-"

"But nothing. You have my answer and it is out of the question."

"But I-"

"What are you 20 going on 7? Stop acting so immature will you?" Trunks just gave a huff of frustration. When Vegeta finished his meal the two paid and left. "Come," said Vegeta, motioning for his son to follow. Trunks looked up at the night sky then grudgingly followed his father. He walked Trunks down the street and into the center of the local park where their was no one for miles. It was getting late and everyone was most likely in bed fast asleep by now. Vegeta stopped at the lake in the center of the large park and watched the sleeping ducks. He breathed in the fresh earth air. "You have let that place devoir you."

"Then why not let me sell it?"

"Do you know what happens to people who let something like that eat them up inside and then up and sell it. One of three things. First possible thing is they could slip into boredom and depression. They tend to do something stupid like start gambling away everything they have. A second possibility would be they end up like that bum on the park bench over their. They start drinking away their lives until there is nothing left. The last possibility is they start looking for a way to earn a quick buck. When your grandfather built that company he did it with hard work and talent. You give that company up you will start wishing you had that pretty income monthly and start looking for ways to get it back and soon it would finish you off. What I'm saying is you are the type of person who slips into madness because you gave up the only thing you really give a shit about."

"You honestly think I would do any of those stupid things?"

"Yes," said Vegeta simply, "your week willed, that's pretty obvious, and you have no drive for anything. You just lay back and let someone else do the work and when it isn't do right you just start bitching about it like a spoiled little child. And don't argue with me and say that I'm wrong or that I'm delusional. I have watched you slip sense your mother passed away and you inheireted that bloody hell whole. You sign your soul away, wheel and deal your way through and hid daggers behind smiles. Your like a vampire sucking the life out of itself. You are what Mirai Trunks use to call a Ventrue. A vampire born and bred in a boardroom. They are one of the least liked types and for good reason. You give up that company you are giving up your life."

"That isn't true," whispered Trunks with a voice that quivered in fury.

"Believe what you want. You have dug yourself in a whole and forgot the ladder. Enjoy your grave."

"I'm selling that company and you can't stop me," he hissed viciously. Now it wasn't about lifting the burden of a waist of time, it was proving Vegeta wrong.

"Really? I'll make a deal with you. There is a tournament coming up in a few months. I'm going to enter and so are you. I get farther in the tournament you get to suffer in that snake pit you call a job until you are retired and pass it on. You get farther then you are free to do what you wish with it."

"Fine," said the cocky business man, "I'll enter."

"Oh good," said Vegeta with a smirk, "of course beating you won't be a problem I think." He walked off chuckling to himself. It wasn't until he had totally disappeared that Trunks suddenly realized what he had just done. He had not trained sense he was 17 and he just accepted the challenge from a man whose life revolved around training. He shook of the nervous feeling. Vegeta was getting older, no way could he be that strong…right?

"Queen Shiru," said Turles, "why are we doing this again?"

"Because I'm board and want to know what this stand up comedy is. We just need to get him really drunk and then shove a microphone in his face and we are good to go."

"But, you don't know what a microphone even is."
"Do you?"

"No!"

"Okay then, Mr. High and Mighty, keep your opinions to yourself."

"Sorry your highness."

"It's okay, now let's put the plan in motion." The two entered the bar they were standing outside of and saw the boy sitting by himself as he so often did. They walked up to the half breed and sat on either side of him. The boy looked at the queen on his right and then the man to his left. He arched a brow at them but looked back down at his drink trying to ignore the two intruders.

"Gaijin," said Turles, "Queen of Saiyans, Shiru, wishes for you to drink with her. You will accept and only speak when spoken to and you will address her as such! Do you understand?" The boy felt his tail tighten around his waist with annoyance. He just looked at the man. Turles felt the intensity of the blank stare and cleared his throat. "I think we have an understanding." The queen ordered three shot of Bourbon. The bartender did so and put it on the house.

The three downed their shots and the queen ordered up another round.

…………………………………1 hour later……………….

"You know," said Turles, "I think I might have drunken a shot to many."

"You know," said the queen, "I think I might have to."
"You know," said the silent stranger, "I think you both had a bit to much to drink." The two looked at him in disbelief.

"My Kami," said Turles, "you can talk after all."

"Of talk I can course….of coursh I cansss talks," said Trunks. The queen giggled insanely.

"You are shoooow drink…drunk…show drinking drunk."

"I think you drunk one to many drink," said Turles.

"You just said that," said the stranger. The laughed like crazies. The bartender wanted to cut them off but you don't cut off the queen of your race.

"Tell us, what is that stuff you write a lot?"

"I don't know," said the queen, "lets ask him."

"Gaijin, what is the stuff I write all the time?"

"Shit?" They cracked up all at once so loud the whole bar looked at them.

"No, no, what do YOU write all the time," said Turles. The bar tender walked away and he snatched a bottle from behind the bar and filled up their shots again. He put it back and the three took down the burning liquid.

"Comedy," said the stranger, "I'm board out of my liver so kill my mind and amuse myself."

"Oh of course, we are all trying to amuse ourselves, but what do you write?"

"Well lets start with the fucking planet Earth. The only thing you hear about there is children; save the children, help the children, what about the children….they are getting way to much attention!"

"Amen," shouted someone from the back of the bar.

"Thankyou," shouted the stranger pointing in the direction of the voice, "the rest of you are thinking 'Jesus he isn't going to attack children is he?! YES HE IS!! YES! HE! IS!! I know all you shingle dadsh and shoccer momsh out their aren't going to like dish but your kids are overvalued, overrated, you have a child fetish, and it's NOT healthy! And don't start with your bullshit 'well I love my children'! Fuck you! Everyone loves their children, it doesn't make you special!" The bar started laughing a bit. The Gaijin staggered up on the bar and swade a bit as he spoke.

"Safty! That's all you ever hear about anywhere anymore is safety! You grown ups have taken all the fun out of being a kid. Christ we can't even have hassardous toys anymore! And there safety to EVERYTHING!! Child proof medicine bottles, and fire proof pajamas, child restraints and car seats, and helmets bicycles, skateboard, the baseball helmets, we have to wear helmets now for everything but jerkin off. Grownups have taken all the fun out of being a kid . . . . It's pathetic. It's pathetic. What's happening is these baby boomers, these soft, fruity baby boomers are raising an entire generation of soft, fruity kids who aren't even allowed to have hazardous toys for chrissakes. Hazardous toys, shit, what ever happened to natural selection, survival of the fittest, the kid who swallows too many marbles doesn't grow up to have kids of his own. Simple as that. . . . . Here's another bunch of ignorant shit, school uniforms, bad theory. The idea that if kids wear uniforms to school it helps keep order. Don't these schools do enough damage making us think alike, now there gonna get us to look alike too. And it's not a new idea, I first saw it in old news reels from the 1930s but it was hard to understand because the narration was in German!!"

The crowed howled with laughter. All attention was on the drunken half breed with his tail waving furiously out of drunken irritation.

"One more item about childen, and that is this superstious nonsense that blames tobacco companies for kids who smoke, listen, kids don't smoke because a camel in sunglasses tells them to. They smoke for the same reason adults do, because it relieves anxiety and depression. And you'd be anxious and depressed to if you had to put up with these pathetic insecure striving anal yuppie parents who enroll you in college before you're old enough to know which side of the playpen smells the worst. And then they fill you full of Ritalin and drag you all over town in search of meaningless structure. Little league, cub scouts, swimming, soccer, karate, piano, bagpipes, water colors, witchcraft, glass blowing, and dildo practice. They even have play dates for chrissakes. Playing is now done by appointment. ... Hey, no wonder kids smoke, it helps. . . . You know it's true. Parents are burning these kids out on structure. I think every day all children should have three hours of daydreaming, just daydreaming. You could use a little of it yourself by the way. Just sit at the window and stare at the clouds, it's good for you. If you want to know how you can help your children. LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!" The drunken crowed cheered on their new form of entertainment. "THE GAIJIN BASTARD IS OUT!!" Trunks, the stranger, passed out and fell over the bar.

"You think he had a little to much," asked Turles trying not to crack up.

"No," said Shiru, "I think he had just the right amount. Now, much like the Gaijin Bastard, I'm out to." She passed out on top of the bar and fell into a deep sleep.

Yamma put his face in his hands. He didn't put them down their to party he put them down their to suffer! Well okay they weren't suffering because of the stupid rights activists but still that doesn't mean they could get drunk and comical when they wanted!

Next time:

Shiru hears about the tournament on earth

Trunks has to fall back on training but finds it harder then he thought to stop his working addiction

Vegeta tells Goku and MV of the up coming tournament

Buu wants to enter 2

The stand up skit was done by George Carlin