Alrighty then! Lets get it on! It has been a long day but here is the scoop into my personal life so I can vent. I got a new car, yayness, but it is gonna cause me 250 a month for five years. Not to hard right. Well my insurance covered most of it. MY KITTY IS GONNA HAVE KITTIES!!! I'm so syked. I got a new fuck buddy, not really a looker but whatever, best part is we have been friends for like 3 years and even though we just went through 45 minutes and 8 positions we still act normal together. I like buddies like that makes it not feel like there is attachment. I got a new job at a gas station. I probly need to get stoned and my job doesn't test but I'm not doing that shit anymore, its bad for you, it kills your brains. I need to think in college, I hate it T.T

So that is my life hope your lives are going good. Thanks for the vent ladies and gents. Shahi: 0.o your just a little sick you know that. Lol jk! I get what you mean. But it did come out kinda bad. Haha your glad bulma's hurting him, that's just terrible. Sorry, luv ya ducky!

SiriusRulez: well, here is the chapter I guess. I dunno you couldn't wait so here it is. Take it home, chew on it, it's delicious.

Peg: welcome to the review and response family. Here we have jackets. Not in your size though. Lifes a bitch isn't it. Haha just kidding you can have one (gives jacket)

Speaking of cloths I got a shirt made at T-Zn-You, yes I can step out of hot topic long enough to check out other stores at the mall, and it says this:

I don't accept candy from stranges (on the front)

But rides are negotiable (on back)

Isn't it funny.

Chapter 6

Children of the Corn by Korn played on his alarm clock, Vegeta pushed the button, he hated that song. He got up and gave a sigh. It was Saturday meaning there was nothing to do. Trunks had the day off from school and his job at Mooby's (Jay and Silent Bob fans know about this place. If you don't check out more Jay and Silent Bob movies) and the gravity room was broken. Gizmo (sound familiar) would have been over to fix it if that hell hound hadn't scared the man off several times. Vegeta had called over several times but Gizmo demanded he get the week off. Needless to say Vegeta was pissed. He wasn't going to take it out on the dog though, he was going to take it out on the owner.

Trunks didn't appreciate being yelled at for what his over sized puppy did. The dog was a German Harlequin mix. It was twice Trunks's size but had a very sweet disposition. The only thing she really did to Gizmo was play with him. Of course Trunks like to play rough so the dog assumed that puny Gizmo did to. Bad mistake. That was about three days ago, only four days left without the training room.

Vegeta got up and got out a long sleeved white button up shirt and a pair of black faded jeans. He took a shower and put the jeans on. His shirt had the cuffs unbuttoned and it wasn't tucked in. He would do some lightweight training later on that day. It was to early in the morning. It was about six am when he came downstairs. He sat at the table with a glass of apple juice and waited on breakfast. Speaking of which, Trunks had just walked in. His purple hair was now long and almost down to the small of his back with black and white highlights in it, his nose, labre, and tong where pierced and he wore a pair of tight black pants with a spiked belt and no shirt. His tail, which was pierced in four different places (ouch), swayed freely (some similarities between Mirai and Trunks).

Vegeta then noticed Trunks wearing a black silk robe with a gold lotus sewn on it. "Who gave you that one," he asked as if he didn't really care.

"Toby," he said, "got it strait from Korea."

"Your sleeping with a Korean?"

"No," he said, "a marine. Besides, nothing wrong with Koreans, they are very interesting people."

"They eat their own dogs," snarled Vegeta in disgust.

"So what!? Your such a shallow prick sometimes." Vegeta rolled his eyes at the 15 year old. Trunks pulled out eggs, beacon, waffle mix, sausage, syrup, potatoes, and cooking stuff. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Trunks didn't make a huge breakfast unless something was wrong.

"What happened," he asked slowly. Trunks stopped and stood silent for a moment. He turned around and smiled asking what Vegeta meant. "You know damn well what I mean! What did you do?" Trunks took a step back nervously. "Why are you acting so funny?"

"Okay, just promise not to get mad, okay?"

"No," said Vegeta, "I'm not going to promise that because I don't know what you are going to say. If whatever you did was bad enough to piss me off I won't be able to help that so you might as well deal with and tell me what is going on." Trunks took a deep breath. Vegeta slowly stood up and walked forward. Trunks quickly turned around and started cooking again trying to ignore his father. It wasn't working. Vegeta was just staring at him and it felt like the man was burning a whole through him. He cracked some eggs trying still to ignore the deadly stare. Finally Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and moved to the other side of the island so as to have the comfort of something in between him and his death.

"Okay, I know you told me no and that I had to wait," Trunks said only those words and Vegeta knew exactly what had just happened, "but this offer only comes once in a life time so I took it."

"Oh please don't tell me you said yes."

"Well would you rather I lied to you?"

"I would rather you said no."

"Well, what can I say, work in music is hard to come by."

"I told you to finish high school first!"

"I know what you told me but I also know what I want!"

"Watch it boy," he warned.

"Listen, I love what I do and I can't make a decent living singing while I flip burgers at a Mooby's restaurant! I'm going to do this with or without your permission. I want to sing on stage with crazy gothic people throwing themselves at me. I want to get MY word out their. I'm going for it!"

"And if you fail at it?"

"At least I can say I tried." Vegeta sighed. He buried his face in his hands. It was way to early to deal with this. He looked up at his son. He looked determined to have his way. Vegeta couldn't argue with that. He was his father's son. If he didn't get what he wanted he would just take it. Vegeta walked back over to his chair and sat down.

"You going to make some breakfast," he asked looking over at his unnerved son.

"You're okay with this?"

"Nothing I can do about it. Your sixteen and stupid, you have to make your own mistakes so you can learn from them. Go become a big time singer and if you end up being a sell out I guess your back here and at Mooby's. You make it big then I guess I did right by letting you go. Either way it's a win/win situation I guess." Trunks smiled at his dad and flipped the radio on. He liked listening to the Howard Stern Show when he cooked (so do I. Howard Stern is such a jack ass but I love it).

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Trunks and his new manager sat in the auditorium auditioning guitar players, then bass players, drummers, and keyboard players. It never really accord to either of them that so many people could suck so bad yet the decision still being a tough one. They needed to guitar players. They found the perfect two by lunch time. An hour and they finally found them. They braked for lunch with their new electric guitar players. One was named T.J. Fish. He was blond with fast fingers. The second was a girl with long red hair and green eyes and loved to dance as she played. Not in a provocative way but in a good time way. Her name was Amy Borden.

Next came the keyboard player. This went by faster. They hired a man named Alexander Icepick. Black hair and a cross chocker. He played some old master pieces for them. He was really good. Next came the drummer. This decision was a hard one. Until the last girl came on. She was blond with a long flowing green skirt and a brown spaghetti strap top and no shoes. She wore a brown band around her head and purple round small sunglasses. Trunks looked the hippy up and down and shrugged. He didn't expect much from her but she was the last try out. It was growing late and Trunks and the rest of the band had curfew.

Curfew was immediately forgotten the moment that girls started on the drums. She was beyond amazing. She was at precise time, perfect combinations, and put on quite the show with the drum stick. She managed to hit it hard enough on the drum to send it flipping in the air and landed in her hand. When she finished, the band and the manager couldn't help but stand up to applaud. She blushed and signed her name on the contract.

"Okay, Lizzy Star, welcome to the band. Now I was thinking stage names!"

"No," said T.J, Alaxander, and Amy.

"Well, how about you two?" Trunks and Lizzy just shrugged, "perfect. I noticed the strange coincidence that your names kind of remind me of cereal killers. Okay Lizzy how about we change the last name to Bell. Kind of like the Bell witch. And Trunks, well…"

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I don't know what the name is. I'm probably going to steal Mason's name seeing as how it just fits and makes it that much more interesting. Yea that will be his name and then name of the next chapter.

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