OWN NOTHING

"Get up, Master Trunks," the scouter said over and over again. Trunks sat up bed and yawned. He stretched his arms and shook his head, trying to wake up out of his daze. He turned on a lamp next to his bed and rolled out of it onto his hands, looking straight at the wall. He started doing a set of clap one-handed push ups, bringing the hand not pushing up over his head to strengthen his tendons.

"Gotham time," Trunks asked.

"Five o' one," the scouter said.

Trunks pushed himself up to his feet and turned around. He jogged high-kneed over to his desk, seeing a folded note under the scouter. He started to jog in place and moved the scouter to unfold the note. Trunks turned around and started to read the letter as he executed a thousand kicks of all different styles. He closed it again and stopped kicking to jump into his red kevlar uniform and facemask minus the armor, boots, and gloves. He looked like a red ninja. He threw his business suit over the jumpsuit and put on his black shoes. He grabbed his sheathed sword, scouter, Capsule, and the contracts he had to read by noon, and stepped out into his living room area. "Hol, miss," Trunks said, "you know you could have just woken me up."

Shayera was dressed in her hero costume with her mace by her side. "I wasn't the only one who came in. Kara said you were so cute when you're asleep, pretty boy."

Trunks' eye twitched. "First of all, I'm not a pretty boy! Secondly, I-"

"Let this be a lesson to lock your doors," she said. "The girls and I took pictures, and you still have marker on your face."

Trunks blushed. "I was told you didn't talk much."

"Didn't we discuss this earlier?" she chuckled. "Besides, half the team won't even talk to me because of the guy you're going to fight."

"And who would that be?" Trunks said, looking in the mirror to see black swirls on his forehead. He started vigorously scrubbing his forehead with a soapy washcloth.

"My ex-fiancee, Hro Talak," Shayera said.

"Your ex?" Trunks said. "You're having me fight for your 'hand' against someone you've already rejected?"

"He comes back every few years," she said, rolling her eyes. "I had Green Lantern represent me to make Hro go away for a while, but John and I broke up after my people invaded Earth and I'm not sure anyone else trusts me. I'm pretty sure Wonder Woman thinks I'm still a spy." She looked down, briefly glancing up at him. "I'm sorry if this is too much of a burden to place on you, I just didn't know who else I could trust, and since you're new-"

"Don't sweat it," Trunks said with a grin. "Just knock on the door before you come in-" His eyes widened. "Was Kara the only other one?"

"Zatanna and Fire were there," she said, growing a small smile. "They enjoyed it."

"I'm going to stop asking," Trunks said. "Are you ready to go? Where are we going?"

"Tanboro Heights, Kenya," Shayera said, standing up and pulling a piece of paper from her pocket. "This is a sheet with the exact coordinates. I know that you're busy, so I won't waste time dragging you through a city."

"When is he supposed to be there?" Trunks asked.

"He's there now," she said, leaving the room.

Trunks followed her to the surveillance room; Shayera went behind the desk Martian Manhunter usually sat in and started typing on the desktop computer. Within seconds, the familiar shock hit Trunks' back and he found himself on the peak of a tall, forested mountain. Shayera appeared next to him moments later. The peak was nothing more than a clearing with short grasses and a few rocks. He looked out at the blue horizon of the bright African morning, hearing the calls of an exotic bird in the distance. However, they were very high in the air, and it was still cold. He stood for a second in the cold, waiting for Hro. Shayera pursed her lips. "It's not like him to be late. Have a seat, Trunks."

"I am the Saiyan," Trunks said. "I'm still getting used to it myself." He did not sit, it would ruin his suit, and he read through the contracts. He was less than pleased with CaleTech. They sat there for three hours until they heard something.

"My love!" a regal voice shouted from the slope of the mountain.

"That's him," Shayera said with a sigh.

Trunks nodded and set his contracts down. He walked over to the edge of the peak and watched a hulking man with tan skin, long brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing a male variant of Shayera's armor that exposed his broad chest, hopped onto the peak. He had two beautiful white angel wings and a longsword made out of the same material Shayera's mace was. "I am back, Shayera," Hro said, attempting to take her hand. Shayera pulled away and folded her arms.

"I told you that I didn't want you," she scowled.

"You are my prize to be won," he said sternly, "and I'll be damned if you or the Green Lantern gets in my way." He smirked. "And since he's gone, I guess I've won." He grabbed her by the wrist and she twisted out of it.

"I have a new champion," Shayera said with an angry scowl, "so do not touch me."

"Oh, yes?" Hro said with a grin. "Where is he?"

"Did you not see the black suit?" Trunks said in his father's voice, tapping him on the shoulder. "I'm her suitor now."

Hro turned around and looked down at the Saiyan disdainfully. "Who is this, Shayera?" he said slowly, keeping his eyes locked onto Trunks. He spread out his wings quickly, hearing them slice the wind.

"I am the ultimate warrior," Trunks said with the snarl, "Prince of all Saiyans!"

Hro scowled. "You are certainly no prince. Leave unless you wish to be destroyed." He touched Shayera's shoulder.

Trunks spiked his aura. He shook the mountains with the Super Saiyan transformation. "Get your hands off of my woman!" he barked.

Hro felt a bit threatened on the inside at the massive power radiating from 'Vegeta,' but he felt safer in his size advantage. "Where did you pick this one up? Please, Shayera, let us avoid his blood being spilled. Join me back in your homeland."

Trunks rolled his eyes and spun his sword around, showing that he meant business. "Bite me, you oversized pigeon."

Hro whipped around with his longsword drawn. "Excuse me, dearest," he said, charging the Saiyan.

Trunks ducked a slash and shot upward between his arms; Trunks pulled back, disarming the alien with a single yank then bashing him with the butt of his blade. Trunks flipped the sword into the air and let it fall into his sheathe. Hro was utterly shocked, staring slackjawed at his sword that had been tossed away from him. Trunks turned to Shayera, who was trying hard not to laugh. "So is it-"

Hro let out a battle cry and threw all of his martial attacks at the well-dressed man.

"So it's not over?" Trunks asked, dodging all of his attacks while still facing her. "Do I knock him out? Send him into space? You have to give me something more specific, Miss Hol."

"Do not take me lightly, scum!" Hro warned, increasing his speed and driving Trunks to the edge of the peak.

"Green Lantern usually traps him with a force bubble," Shayera said, "but knocking him out would do just as well. Make sure he's out, as there's a second part to the suitor challenge on my planet."

Trunks pivoted and threw an uppercut, throwing Hro into the sky. "Thanks," he said, taking off after him.

Shayera watched Trunks at work, bouncing Hro around in the air like a pinball. Trunks sent Hro back onto the peak with a heel kick and dropped, sinking his knee into the angel winged man's stomach. Hro's wings wrapped Trunks and pushed the Saiyan onto his armored fist.

"All that talk and this is all you've got?" Trunks taunted, bursting his aura again. He slipped through the wings and whipped around with his hands drawn to his side. "Kamehameha!"

Hro looked up in fear and took the full force of the wave, sending him skidding to the rock Shayera sat on in excitement as Trunks took care of her biggest pest. Hro struggled to his feet, glaring at the Saiyan while taking hard breaths.

Trunks walked toward him. "Are you done?" he asked. "Shayera, and the day, is mine. Go away."

"No," Hro growled. "Didn't she tell you? The second part is the pact, that I may not return for another three years."

"Well, how do I do that?" Trunks asked, making him laugh.

"Shayera, look at this foolish prince!" Hro shouted. "Surely I listen better than he does!"

"Tell me what the second part is so Shayera and I can go home," Trunks ordered.

Hro raised his sword above his head, and suddenly a large squadron of twenty soldiers of his race with lances, swords, and maces flew from the trees onto the peak. "You now must face the other suitors."

"I feel like Odysseus," Trunks said. He fazed out and reappeared in his spot moments later. All but three suitors fell to the ground. The other three stood there, too scared to move. "You're pretty popular, Shayera."

"Just take care of the other three, please," she said.

Trunks fired three balls of chi into the three suitors, knocking them down like bowling pins. Hro charged him again wielding his longsword and a mace of one of the fallen suitors. Trunks drew his sword and went on the offensive. Hro took a slash to his arm and another to his leg through all of the blocking he was doing. Even with the two weapons, he was clearly outclassed. Trunks kicked Hro's mace hand and lunged, moving upward through Hro's arms again but this time stepping inward and twisting before he ripped back, cutting a gash in his hip before throwing the longsword off the mountain. Trunks threw a hard punch into his gut, finally dropping the large man on his behind. Trunks sheathed his blade again. "I win," he said softly but poisonously, bending down to meet Hro face to face, "now get your friends and get out of here before I make sure you never come back."

"I will invade Earth and turn it into the Thangarian host planet for-"

"Get out," Trunks said, standing back up and turning around. "Shayera," he said, retaining his father's rattle. "Let's go to our honeymoon destination on Arlia."

Shayera flashed a frown, but she dealt with it. "Yes, my prince."

Hro climbed to his feet with the other suitors, picking up their weapons and each other. "Where shall we battle next time?"

"Just come down," Trunks said with a victoral tone. "I'll be able to see you coming."

Hro snorted. "Very well. Men, return to the ships. We're going home."

Trunks and Shayera turned to leave.

Hro wouldn't leave without the last word. "Just know, Saiyan, that the Thangarians will invade Earth again, and there will be nothing for you to-"

Trunks whipped back and shot a ki blast into Hro's face, sending him tumbling down the mountain after the other suitors. He turned to the beautiful green-eyed woman and grinned apologetically. "I lost my patience; excuse me, Miss Hol."

"You called me by my first name before," Shayera said, grinning at him. "Keep doing that."

Trunks picked up his contracts. "Thank you, Shayera."

She pulled out her communicator. "Is anyone on surveillance duty? Watchtower, do you read me?"

"Hello, Shayera," Aquaman grumbled. "I'll bring you back. Hold on."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's my turn for surveillance duty," he said, "I, the ruler of Atlantis, a secretary!"

Shayera laughed.

"It is not humorous," Aquaman said sternly.

"Don't worry," she said. "I feel like today is going to be a slow day."

Trunks felt the jolt down his spine and he appeared with Shayera in the surveillance room. "I'm going to get breakfast," she said. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"I've already eaten," Aquaman said, "but thank you. What mission rank was this?"

"It was a personal mission," she said. "No pay."

Aquaman sighed. "Well, at least you get to go out."

Shayera and Trunks walked out of the surveillance room and down to the residential halls. Shayera took off her helmet and shook out her wavy hair. Trunks tried not to stare. "Thank you, Trunks," she said.

Trunks powered down to his normal form. "It was no problem."

She went to open her door but stopped. "You look good in that suit. Lose the face mask. You're still a pretty boy with the hair and eyes."

"I'm not a pretty boy!" Trunks stressed as she closed her door. "And my face mask makes me look mysterious," he grumbled quietly, walking back to his room. He closed the door and quickly hopped in the shower, hearing a knocking at the door seconds later. "Just a second," he said, washing with supersonic speed and wrapping his lower portion in a towel. He cracked open the main door and saw Zatanna standing there in her magician's assistant costume that bragged her long, toned legs, thick thighs and shapely behind. The top hat made her smile seem enchanting.

"I know you're busy," she said quickly, "but I need help on a mission and could use your skills. You won't need your costume this time. Can I come in?"

"In just a minute," Trunks said. "I'm changing into my suit."

"Ooh!" she exclaimed, slipping into the room. "Let me see it."

"Hold on!" Trunks said, running toward his room.

Zatanna managed to slip past him again into his room. She looked the ripped Saiyan up and down. "You look good enough to eat," she said with a wolfish grin. "Maybe one day I can test out some spells on you!"

"You can't-"

Zatanna picked up Trunks' blazer. "Black and white, very nice! Here, put it on. We have to hurry." Trunks reached for the suit but found a wand pointed at his nose. "Tegrat Ehtolc!" Trunks hit the wall fully suited with his hair tied in a ponytail with one or two strands on either side to frame his face. "Shocking, isn't it?" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room. He barely had enough time to grab his scouter and Capsule again.

"I have a-"

"Meeting in three and a half hours you're going to use your multi-form to visit both Cale and Wayne," she said, "I know. Wonder Woman told me. Word gets around fast; you should know this by now. It won't matter. Stick with me and you'll be golden, pretty boy."

"I'm not a-"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, alright. Anyway, the mission: I'm after the seductress La Encantadora, and her puppets, Bane. There have been reports of young to middle aged men being led by her to her club in Metropolis then would go back to their friends and families in a trance, almost zombified, only able to retell that it was her that did this to them. They would then return to the club every day for hours on end, losing their jobs, homes, and families becoming slaves to whatever the seductress was doing. The one man who escaped before she turned him told me about Bane who acted as her muscle and second brain, before he fainted."

"What do you want me to do, then?" Trunks asked.

"I need you to be seduced and taken to her club," Zatanna said, making Trunks' face lose color. "I'll be right behind you the whole time. Once I get the information I need, we'll take them down, got it? I'm pretty sure they are connected with the instance at MIT as the latest frequents of the club have been scientists and businessmen. You in?"

"I don't-"

"Great," she said with a grin. "Follow me."

Trunks swallowed and followed her to the surveillance room. "Where in Metropolis is it?"

"Just start walking around," Zatanna said, "she'll find you or you'll find her."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"You think she's going to miss a tall, dark, and handsome pretty boy?" Zatanna giggled, raising her wand into the air. "Siloportem!" she exclaimed, throwing a yellow ball of magic on the ground that instantly put them onto a busy street corner of the massive morning city.

Trunks looked at her and watched her disappear. He flashed a frown.

"I'll be here," Zatanna said. "Just put your scouter away and keep your microphone on."

Trunks nodded to the air as the stop sign changed. A man nodded back and walked past him, feeling slightly more important. Trunks shrugged his shoulders and started walking around by himself among the crowds of hundreds of people. He felt Zatanna's ki behind him, slightly reassuring him that if he screwed up, she'd be there to save him. His walk led him to a more rundown area of the city leaving him isolated, where the skyline and outskirts clashed. He felt a strange energy coming from the west; he didn't know what it was, but he decided to go with it. He turned around with the warm sun beating down on his back, propelling the two League members forward. He walked for about an hour before reaching a tinted glass building barely in the downtown area labeled with a green martini glass and a neon pink, flashing sign labeled "The Enchanter" in an arc over the head of the glass. "Done in by Spanish?" he said, holding the door open for Zatanna then going in behind her.

Trunks looked around the modern club, seeing other men in suits and ties and women in dresses sitting at the bar and the small, round tables with alcoholic beverages. The second floor, which was nothing more than a grated square of walkable scaffolding to supervise from above, was being monitored by a tall, muscular Hispanic man wearing a black wrestler's outfit like the Undertaker's and a dark blue mask with large red eyes and a grate-like device over his mouth with IV wires leading from the mouth device to spots all over his arms and chest; they all had a strange green tint to their eyes. When Trunks looked forward again, he nearly had to catch his jaw. She was a tall, voluptuous Hispanic woman with long, straight black hair reaching down to her thigh. She wore a black sparkling dress with a V-shaped part down the middle to show off her large bust and a silver necklace with a green, diamond shaped vial attached to it. Her black high heels clicked once and her vibrant, lime green eyes stared at the Saiyan with a pearly white grin. "Welcome to the Enchanter, my bar and club," she said with a strong accent like Fire. "What is a businessman like yourself doing here this early?"

Zatanna watched from the shadows with her beguiling spell ready. She had heard he was a fighter, not one for small talk.

"I have a major job interview I'm attending in about two and a half hours and thought I'd loosen myself up beforehand," Trunks said with a confident grin, extending his hand. He would ask why all of these other people were here so early, but that would defeat his character. "Takeshi Kusao, head of startup Capsule Corporation, inventor of the Capsule and the Scouter. To what name do I owe such a pleasure of gazing upon one's flawless features?"

The owner of the bar giggled, fanning her face with her dainty hand. "Lo que un caballero," she said sultrily. "You will call me Miss Lucero."

Trunks chuckled. "Que mysteriosa," he said, making her cock one of her thin eyebrows. "Do you wish to join me at the bar for a quick drink, Miss Lucero? In case you're not busy." He felt the watchman's ki spike. "Or maybe join me outside. I have a little time before I have to go."

"Where's your job interview?" she asked him.

"Wayne Enterprises; it's a bit of a walk but I think I can make it there after a half hour here," Trunks said, "Mister Wayne talked to me himself about buying my product." Trunks pulled out the device and fired it at an empty chair, sucking it inside. He blew it back out to its spot and turned with his cocky grin at the stunned and stunning Latina.

In a few seconds, a devilish grin spread across her face and her green eyes started to glow. "Say, my friend and I are involved in a for-profit organization that could use people like you," she said, leaning into him. She pressed her chest up against his, making the Saiyan start to lose his cool. A tinge of green poisoned Trunks' blue eyes. "Please sit down, Mister Kusao; you still have some time to consider business partners, yes?"

Trunks cleared his throat. "Yes, definitely."

She took him by the hand and led him to a larger table than others in the middle of the room. Her watchman hopped off the side of the railings and landed agilely for such a large, hulking man. Trunks could see the full effect of La Encantadora's seduction skills under his mask, as under the red were two glowing green eyes glaring through Trunks' head. Trunks started to feel whatever powers she had begin to work as his legs moved on his own toward the table. Zatanna rolled underneath the table and whispered an intangibility spell. "Mister Kusao, my group is interested in one thing: making the world a better place. Your demonstration, although for the wrong purpose, has made me think about your walking in here as a sign."

"I'm not selling the Capsule," Trunks said. He stared into her eyes. "Until I see what I'd be getting in return."

"Mas inteligente," she giggled. "I like you, Takeshi."

Trunks leaned forward on the table. "I like you too," he said softly.

"Good," she said, grinning victoriously. "Would you like to meet your destiny by working with us? Hundreds of like-minded individuals work under our cause now, and I would hate to see you leave."

"Alright, I'll do it," Trunks said, "but you still haven't said what I'd be getting in return."

Zatanna watched the seductress's foot slip from the heel and stretch across the table. She rested her heel in between Trunks' thighs. "I get it; someone as much of a genius as you needs a little more than goodwill to work. How about I throw in a whole one percent of whatever we make, and allow you to supervise production of all we're outputting. Certainly someone capable of building something able to suck in anything and spit it back out must be the best of the best, and being the best does have its perks." She nudged Trunks' crotch with her foot, making the Saiyan shift uncomfortably in his seat. "For your efforts in trying to pick me up, I'll give you a starting bonus, after you tell me how it works."

Trunks felt his pants grow extremely tight.

Oh my, Zatanna thought from beneath the table, seeing why Trunks became so uncomfortable.

"It's simple, really," Trunks said, "It's basic condense-polymerization on a microscale, using-"

"Electrical impulses from the polar matrices to remove the space from in between atoms, any simpleton can do it," the seductress's partner finished, surprising the Saiyan despite missing a part of the simple explanation.

"Exactly," Trunks lied, trying to fight her charms. "And I know how to build them."

"That's why I think a pretty boy like you should be involved," she said, gasping as she heard a small rip in Saiyan's pants.

He backed up to the end of the chair. "MIss Lucero-"

"Shh, Takeshi," she said with a giggle. "We'll discuss our agreements after your 'bonus,' si?"

"Verdad," Trunks said quickly, scooting out from his seat.

"Come with me," she whispered, hearing her partner scowl.

Trunks hopped to his feet and followed the seductress behind the bar. His eyes were glowing green like everyone else in the club, and Zatanna noticed the seductress's green vial glowing bright. She returned to just being invisible and followed her partner behind the bar and down a steel staircase fifty feet down into an extremely cold, empty stone room. La Encantadora pressed her hand in the center of the wall, pushing in to reveal a secret sliding door. The door opened to a bridge overlooking another ten foot drop and the League members' jaws dropped as they entered. Hundreds upon hundreds of enchanted men and women in labcoats bustled around the several floors of computers and chemical labs of the giant plant sitting underground, and below them was the vast mass of a particle accelerator half as wide as the one seen at Fermi, but it was working.

"Impressed, no?" La Encantadora said. "Our network is growing by the day to perfect our project toward truly making the world a better place, even if not all of the effort comes from Earth. If we succeed here, we can expand our markets to the rest of the universe. Aren't you excited?"

"Did they get bonuses?" Trunks asked, completely seduced at this point.

She laughed. "No. You're special, Takeshi; I can tell you're going to drive this project over the edge, so I want to give you my best."

Zatanna slipped in between Bane's legs and raised her wand. This might take a while, she thought, watching Trunks and the villains walk across the length of the bridge and through another door and hearing the enchanter's Siren-like laugh. Trunks, don't let the Enchanter tell you to hop off a bridge into a lava pit while I'm not there.

Will do, Trunks said in her head, making her pipe up in surprise.

You can use telepathy? she asked, and you're still in control?

Eh, Zatanna imagined Trunks shrugging. Comes and goes. Her magic mainly controls the body. I'll try not to do anything stu-

Great, Zatanna said, cutting him off like she always would. Good luck. I'm going to be taking some pictures and a couple mind scans.

Alright-

Go on, she said. Don't die, please.

Thanks for the-

Stop talking and go! she exclaimed.

Trunks continued up the spiral staircase he was being led through and entered a posh room with red carpet and a queen-sized bed with pur. Portraits of her in all different dresses and styles. The largest portrait was above the bronze heart was of her on her knees, completely naked with her breasts being squeezed together by her hands. The hypnotized Saiyan stared at the picture.

"Are you ready?" she asked, still dressed but in the same position. "Leave the room, Bane."

"Mi Bruja," the hypnotized man said pleadingly, watching her take off his shirt and tie, running her hands across his wide chest. "You promised."

"This isn't about you," she said venomously, taking off her pantyhose and underwear, leaving the dress. "Now get out before I convince the leader that you mutinied."

"I'm better than he is, I'm smarter and stronger than he is!" Bane snapped. His eyes stopped glowing and he locked Trunks around the neck. "I am your one and-"

Trunks flipped Bane into the wall with simple ease and started moving forward, wrapping his strong arms around the enchantress. Bane charged again and got his sternum broken by a full power punch.

"Only," Trunks said, going Super Saiyan and shaking the room. La Encantadora now couldn't tell if Trunks was still under her control or not, which scared her a lot. She tried breaking free of his grip but found herself trying to bend steel.

"What are you?" the enchantress asked.

"I'm the Saiyan," she said, pinning her to the bed, "and I going to teach you a lesson by locking you up myself."

"Bite me," she said. "I call upon the Mists of Ibella!" she exclaimed.

"Too late," Zatanna's playful voice said. She materialized in the room with Miss Lucero's necklace. She put it around her neck and tapped it with her wand, making it red like her lips. "It's pretty nice as just a necklace. You don't need seduction powers if you're in the Justice League. I would recommend a better interior designer." She tapped her on the head, knocking her out.

"Did I-"

"Nice acting, Trunks," she said, watching him put his shirt and jacket back on. "I had no idea you come off as the try-hard like that. You seem like the shy type."

"Thank you," Trunks bowed politely, glancing at the rip in his pants. It was small, but aggravating all the same. His own self control stopped it from getting worse. "I have to g-"

"It makes me wonder why you haven't tried to pick any of us up yet," she said, grinning at him.

"What are you say-"

"I'm going to put it to you simply," Zatanna said, tugging at his tie. "It's clear that several girls like you already, and they figure that since you're leaving soon, they have nothing to lose in getting to know you more."

Trunks blushed. "I don't-"

"We're going out," she said. "Next Friday. I won't tell anyone yet, so feel free to tell me if you've changed your mind."

"But I haven't-"

Zatanna pecked him on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on his face. "Great. I'll give you the address later. Want my phone number?"

Trunks flicked his finger upward, drawing his Scouter to his face. "Store."

"Yes, master," the scouter said.

"No need, pretty boy," she said, tapping his forehead with her wand. "I left you with a little something along with my digits, hopefully it'll stop you from considering the other five. You know who I'm talking about."

Trunks looked down, still blushing. "Thank you," he said quickly. "I will consider your offer thoroughly and thus-"

Zatanna laughed. "You're already my favorite."

Trunks stepped back awkwardly. "I have to-"

"Go to your meeting," she said. "I'll call the cops."

Trunks quickly nodded and fell into a stance with his arms crossing his chest. "NIshin no Ken!" he exclaimed, splitting into two. "Goodbye, Miss Zatanna."

Zatanna winked at him before vanishing in thin air. The two Trunks's nodded at each other and fazed out, reappearing in the clouds above Metropolis. It had started raining, so below them was a sea of gray. "I'll take CaleTech, you'll take Wayne," the origin Trunks said. "I'll join you there in a little bit. CaleTech's contract is completely loaded, and I'm going to be giving her a piece of my mind."

The other Trunks nodded, fazing out. Trunks sighed, fastening the Scouter to his face. "Here we go," he said, taking off.

Ooh! What do you think of Zatanna? What did she leave him? What will Trunks say to CaleTech? Find out next time on the New Face of Justice!