Trunks groaned. "Ehh.where am I?" he mumbled. He looked up. A stop sign. "Oh yeah, I 'member now. I must have fallen asleep without thinking 'bout it." A jogger was.well.jogging by. Trunks stumbled towards him. [I'm drained. I feel wasted.] he thought. "Heyyy, mister!" slurred Trunks. The man stopped, jogging in place. "Yes?" he said in a cheerful, energetic voice. Endorphins kicking in, no doubt. "Can I, uh, have your waterrrr bottttttllllllle?" he said through droopy eyelids. "Are you taking drugs?" Trunks paused, considering the information. "No, not right now." He said. "Oh, what is this world coming to? Our children are living in the streets, with no parents or love. Take this bottle, child, you need it more than me!" Trunks blinked. The jogger jogged off with an 'I did something good for the world' grin on his face. Trunks threw the water bottle at the jogger's head as hard as he could. The jogger fell to the sidewalk. "Hey, you patronizing ass! I have parents! I have love!" Trunks paused. "I think I killed him." He muttered.* He jammed his fists into his pockets and shuffled away. "That's okay, I'll just get a water bottle at that water at that Wal-Mart I blew up."he laughed. "Man, if I got a nickel for every time I said that, I'd have five cents." Trunks looked over the hill. "Darn." he said. Police cars surrounded the old dump. Trunks continued upward, walking past a chalk outline or two. Note that Trunks is still in Goten's gi and his hair is still dyed black. "Hey, mister, whaaat'sss uuuuup.?" The cop finished his doughnut, wiping the powder on his pants. "Big murder. Bombs, apparently. Any idea who did it?" Trunks studied the box of doughnuts under the cop's arm. "Guaranteed Wal-Mart fresh!" they said. "It was me. I did it." Slurred Trunks. "Really? What's your name?" he said, getting out a pair of hand cuffs. "Tr.Goten. Say, I'm gonna resist arrest now." He said, his feet lifting off the ground. "Bye." "Say," said one of the other cops, reaching for a donut. "Can people fly?" "No, I don't think so." A third cop ran up. "Wait.he's getting away! Stop him!" he paused. "Oh, darn my slow reflexes." he said sadly. The first cop got out a notepad and wrote down the name, 'Goten'. ___________________________________________________________________ *Well, this was one of the curses of having super-human powers at such a young age. It was hard to register when something would kill someone. Trunks remembered fondly about a puppy he had. One day he was petting it and accidentally crushed its skull. It takes a while to get used to a 500,000-or-so power level. Well, whatever his power level is. I don't know and I'm not even going to try and guess.