Hello and welcome to another chapter. Now then you know I don't own shit and I don't need anyone to remind me. I found that there was one part in DBGT that I did like and I will use it in here but I'm going to twist it in my own imagination.

Vegeta: nonsense! You should constantly be reminded of how pathetic you are!

Me: YOUR FACE!

Vegeta: what the fuck does that even mean?

Me: Exactly…..

And now to respond to some of our readers!

Shahi: Hell no! If I include baby in this that means that on top of lameness this will probably end up going on forever.

Fan-to-fiction: Yea, but we just let her live in her fantasy world

I-love-trunks1: I'm lovin the story so far.

Today I thought what the hell and decided to go with something different with the chapters so I hope you enjoy.

(Malkavian: the mentally insane vampires, their insanity can be anything from slight schizophrenia to catatonic. They have the ability to see into the future, transfer their insanity to another to make them do anything from histarical laughter to suicide and murder, and turn invisible)

Lesson 1 – Mirai Vegeta

Life is a highway and I've hit a rocky path. In my misery I sit here at my desk while I watch a couple of my ghouls fix my glass wall. What was I thinking? I knew what I was thinking and I freaked out. Well, obviously marijuana makes me weak as far as emotions.

It doesn't really seem to matter. This was the last time that my son would be back and I knew it. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. I hear it playing in the lobby and for some reason it seems to go with the depressed mood I'm in.

Well, the only thing I can really do know is warn my son that he is in danger here and that he needs to find what he is looking for before he returns. It hurts me, the knowledge that my son will never return and what little I saw of him would be the last. But I also know what is best for him in this case and avoiding home was the best thing right now.

I got up from my desk and slowly walked out of the building barely looking up from the ground. My feet where more interesting at the moment and the life around me meant nothing.

Was this how I was to spend eternity? I lost Bulma twice, I lost Trunks many times and doomed to loose him for the final time, I lost those around me that considered themselves my friend even though I never thought them worthy. My only sister was up in space somewhere. How long can I live like this?

I looked up after an hour of walking and saw that I stood in front of Capsule Corp. The large dome I had called home once upon a time. No, this wasn't my home. My home lay in waist in another time line right now. Being plagued by death and unbearable memories. A place where drifters would rest their heads for the night. A dark place with the stench of death and decay.

Life was a highway and I was ready to reach my dead end.

(Nosferatue: Hideously deformed by the dark blood. They are the eyes and ears of the camarilla and know the shadows and dark alleyways and sewers better then Kine or Kindred. They avoid being seen for fear of breaking the masquerade. They can turn invisible, sense when other vampires are around, build up their strength 10 times the norm for a short time, and see in the dark like it was day time)

Lesson 2 – Goku

Live in the moment, that's what I say. I live up each and every day as best as I can and I try not to let the troubled things bother me. I'm sitting at a table right now with five cards in my hand. I look over at Trunks, then Mirai, then Gaijin Trunks. They all have rather blank looks on their face. Man, they are good at this game.

Shiru ran in here saying that we would be landing soon. I don't know why but Giru has been hovering over my shoulder the whole game and Trunks just keeps on winning. Gaijin and Mirai both accused him of cheating, but I don't think he is cheating. I can't see him cheating, he's just getting lucky hands! Right?

I felt a slight bump as the atmosphere pulled us in. We all sat in our seats and buckled them preparing for landing.

I watch as Trunks quickly punches buttons and flips switches. "Alright we are landing. Giru how close are we to the dragonball," he asks the little robot. Giru flips up his little screen and shows that it is near by. It was a rough landing but we managed.

Trunks and Gaijin are bickering about something. What? I don't really know, I'm more interested in the fact that we are about to land in a lake!

"Guys," I shout getting everyone's attention, "we're going to hit that river!"

"See you jinx," yells Trunks to Gaijin.

"I'm not a jinx, and you're a cheater," he shot back.

"I am not!"

"CHILDREN," shouts Shiru, "SHUT THE HELL UP OR I'M THROWING THE BOTH OF YOU OUT OF HERE!" She was so demanding everyone including Giru sat quietly the rest of the way down as she avoided the lake. When we finally landed Trunks pushed more buttons and flipped more switches. We walked out looking around and saw that we landed near a village.

For some reason everyone is running around in a panic trying to get stuff ready for a party it looks like. FOOD!

(Tremere: the least trusted among the clans. They have what is called blood magic. They can control the blood and can make you throw it up, steal it from you and absorb it, one of my favorite abilities I might ad, or even make you explode from the inside, very messy but affective. They have their own Triangle scheme where you have a lord, a regent, and the apprentices. Even the Nosfearatue know very little about them and they are a dying breed because they are very particular about choosing childer)

Lesson 3 – Trunks

Life is a game of chance, all you can do is hope you have the right cards and a good plan.

Some call it cheating, I call it using the world around you to your advantage. Giru has been sticking to me like glue sense he came aboard and I thought, what the hell and used him. Some people are just sore losers.

I watched humorously as Gaijin tried to pull Goku away from the buffet table. Obviously the food was not for us. I stood by Shiru trying not to laugh. She wasn't holding it in though, she was laughing as loudly as her lungs would allow. I couldn't help but smile until I saw the confused villagers looking at us. Gaijin finally managed to pull Goku away even though the man in a childs body whined about it.

"My apologies," I said graciously, "we were looking for an item you have here. A small orange ball with black stars on it."

"Yes, I have it," said a beautiful young woman, "but what do you want from it?"

"Well," said Gaijin struggling to hold Goku still, "we need it to bring back home with us to avoid having the whole place destroyed."

"Well in a nut shell," finished Shiru.

"Well, I'm afraid I have other things to worry about," she said saldy.

"Like what," asked Goku who stopped struggling.

"It's non of your concern," said an angry old man.

"Please father," said the woman, "I need this as a wedding gift for my future husband so he willl stop terrorizing our village."

"I have an idea," said Shiru, "we agreed to help a planet with there problem in exchange for one of these balls. What if we got rid of your villages threat? Would you give us the ball?" The woman had a very excited look on her face.

"It doesn't seem like a fair trade, our peace for a small orange ball, but if that's all you want we'll do it!"

"Daughter please," the old man begged, "how do we know this isn't a trick?"

"Father, I do not want to marry that toad! What other choice do I have?" The old man sighed in defeat and summoned us to follow.

He took out a large jug. "This," he said, "is a drink you will give him and it will put him to sleep. Once he is asleep you should be able to sneak away. You can't kill him awake believe me we've tried. But he will trust his bride. How you get him to drink it down is your choice."

(Ventrue: the blue bloods of the Kindred. They are persuasive, have charm, charisma, and are able to possess others to get what they need. They quick thinkers and movers and the older ones can use there powers to invade the minds of other kidred, a task no other clan is able to aquire)

Lesson 4 – Gaijin Trunks

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and I am a beauty beyond any other.

The problem is I know this and in my recent life time liked to show it off. I was astonishing when in drag and for most men that is no easy feat. When the woman, who's name I later learned was Myra (I don't remember her real name) showed me the dress I was the first to volunteer to take her place. I was left alone in the dressing room. It was a beautiful dress to say the least. It was a long green dress with pink lining. It had a cloth to go over my face so the monster wouldn't know the difference. I put it on and carefully placed the eyeliner on with red lipstick and a pale pink blush.

I felt more myself in it then I had in so many years. I never had an excuse till now for so long to look as I do now. My long black hair, that I recently put purple high lights in, spilled over my shoulders in a graceful way.

I was blessed with my mothers soft hair and my fathers hair color. No one would be able to tell the difference between me and a real woman. I must admit I have often felt jealous toward women and their natural beauty. Everything about them is beautiful. From the way that they move, their natural wit, and their body.

I stepped out of the room and got the reaction that I wanted. Faces looking at him in awe. I was a beautiful bride, no I was posing as a beautiful bride, fuck marriage. Why tie ones self down to another when you can live freely? I stood out on the balcony with the drink in hand with an elaborate bouquet of flowers I had never seen before. The ground began to rumble and shake. Suddenly a huge overgrown toad showed himself and came toward me. My breath caught in my throat. What the hell was I thinking agreeing to this! She wasn't being mean when she called him a toad, he was the most hideous looking toad I ever saw. He looked down at me and smiled.

"You're prettier then I saw you yesterday," his voice was as slimy as his skin and his breath smelled of rotting fish. Kami help this ugly thing if he tried to kiss me. I was suddenly lifted off the air and carried away.

After an hour of silent walking we reached a cave. He set me down on the ground and sat across from me and offered me dead rotting fish. "Want a bite my dear," he said trying to coax me. I turned my head around and gave a fake giggle.

"Why thankyou," I said as feminine as possible, "how about something to drink in return."

"What is it," he asked suspiciously.

"It's only the finest drink on this planet," I said catching his interest. His eyes brightened and he took a swig. The liquor had and immediate affect. He was really drunk now. "Go ahead," I said pushing it toward his mouth, " have as much as you can."

"Well, if you insist." Man this monster was stupid, he drank and drank until finally he passed out. I pulled out a dagger dripped with poison. The elder mans voice echoed in my head warning me not to touch the blade. I thrusted the blade into the large monsters throat. He woke up in a furry and began thrashing around at me. I ducked at every swing. He caugh the vail and it was knocked off my face. He looked at me confused.

"Hey," he said angrily, "your not Mya, who, who, who," but he never finished his question. He fell over dead. I walked over to the monster feeling for a pulse, there was non. My job here was done. I picked up the vail and proceeded to find my way back.

(Toreador: the artistic vampires. They move freely and more convincing among the Kine. They can move at abnormal speeds and work the kine like they were puppets)

Lesson 5 – Bulma

Home is where you hang your hat. But as I watch the others below I can't help but wonder when my poor future son will ever hang his own hat. I worry about my Trunks as well. I thought he had a strong enough will to not let the company consume him. Bulla is doing really well maybe I should have chosen her to do it.

I worry that Vegeta has become to closed up. He barely speaks to anyone. He never was a talker but I always see him alone or with Mirai Vegeta.

Mirai Vegeta, if I worry for anyone it is him. He is dying inside I know it. I can feel it in my heart that he wishes he were not alive. It breaks my heart that I know this is his final year. But I cannot cry for my family. The dead can not cry. Although I no longer have a heart, seeing my family fall so far apart and away from life, it is still breaking.

(Bruha: fighters. Rebels without a cause. They can grow their strength temporarily and can easily snap any human in two like they were twigs. Although it is popular for them to become Anarchs many stay camarilla and fight for them. They are the immortal soldiers and get angry and excited over even the littlest thing)

Lesson 6 – King Vegeta

If there is power to be had there will always be people killing each other over it.

I don't know why but power drives all forms of life. I see it in myself and my sons. But most of all I see it in Therese. She is a cold hearted bitch who's only interest is her own. Her sister Jeannette I have no respect for. While I do respect Therese at some level, Jeannette is a wild animal. So why did I agree to find out about this strange coffin for those two vixens? Because for some reason Gaijin has a soft spot for the both of them.

Why did he waist his time on a woman who was half using him for power and half using him for sex? Malkavians are strange, no, not strange, but crazy.

If there is anything to fear it would be to turn out like that group of nut jobs but sometimes I feel like I'm going in that direction. As I returned to the Asylum I found not Jeannette but Therese waiting for me. As if malkavians and women weren't insecure enough, put two in one body, ugh, I don't even want to think about it.

"So, what did you find," she asks me. Yea, that was Therese, no dicking around, just get strait to business.

"The crew was slaughtered and there was blood all over the place. Bloody hand prints makes it look like the coffin was opened," I said in a board sort of way. Why was this coffin so important anyway?

"Really? Well that is interesting. I will have to tell LaCroix about this."

"What makes you and your sister think that I'm a mutt that can be summoned to do whatever you want me to be?"

"Hmm, well because it is in your best interest to stay on MY good side while in MY city." God she makes me angry. What makes her think she can order me around. HER city?

"HA! That's a laugh. The mortals obviously own the world including YOUR city. Why else do you blood suckers hide in the shadows?" She looks angry, good. Misery loves company.

"I'm not here to explain vampire laws and their meaning to you. Besides, if that coffin is open that means neither of us will run this world anymore because these will be the final nights."

"Final nights? What? You mean like that Gahanna bullshit?"

"So you know of Gahanna?"

"What people don't have some vague prediction to the end of the world. Gahanna, Judgment Day, the end of all life, pff! What do I care!"

"Well, your lack of caution toward the possibility doesn't really concern me. Ignorance is bliss I guess."

"Who are you calling ignorant vampire fuck," I hissed.

"Hmm, strong words from someone who's family has vampires in it." She is getting flustered I can tell.

"Yea, but they don't assume I'm the messenger boy for them either," I said with a wicked smirk. She is growing red in the face.

"Well, you may be a king to your family, but to me you're just another kine. If you can even consider a saiyan human."

"More human then you my dear." Haha I love watching the bitch squirm.

"Fine, I don't care, I got what I wanted from you so I assume you want some sort of compensation?" Well, she is generous at least, what could I possibly want form her?

"Well alright, what are you willing to give me?"

"Do you know of the blood hunt against the malkavian?"

"No." I don't know where this is going but I don't like it so far.

"Well, your grandson has a blood hunt against him. I'm willing to put him under protection if he doesn't leave my city."

"And what makes you think he wants to be in a shitwhole like this? What makes you think he needs your protection?'

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"What, you don't know?"

"Don't know what!?"

"Ooo, your getting touchy. Listen lady if your not going to give me real compensation for waisting my time don't bother me about anything anymore. It's quite pathetic that you need someone else to learn for you." I turned around and left. She has a lot of nerve, but still, this obsession over a dead body is a bit concerning.

(Gangril: having a deep understanding with the inner beast, they are more in touch with the animalistic side then any other vampire. They have the ability to shape shift into animals and prefer to walk on hands and feet then on two feet. They bark and howl at the moon and keep a connection to the world and nature around them. Fighters like the Bruha they are quick to move and have very powerful physical ability)

Lesson 7 – Myra

There are two things in life that are certain, death and chaos. Nothing else can be predicted. I did not imagine that the one referred to as an outsider would make it back here alive. I know the saiyan language, I studied it as a child obsessively. Gaijin, he is powerful no doubt but for some reason I sense a shocking evil from him. How can one who seems so evil work so well with them and why do they consider someone just as powerful as them an outsider?

These questions ran through my mind as I saw him return with the empty jug in hand. He walks up to me, still in my wedding dress. I feel a pang of jealousy in my gut. He looks so much more attractive in that dress then I ever could be. True, I am the most beautiful on the planet, but he has an aura about him that brings to life an indescribable beauty. That and his physical self. 5'11, tan skin, long black hair with purple in it, deep blue eyes showing a tortured soul, long fingers of a musician, and the spirit of an artist. He is strangely attractive in a way I could never be. Even the monster agreed that he was much prettier then me. I really just want him off the planet. I don't know what it is about him that sets me in such a bad place.

No, I know what it is, if he were to stay the people of this planet would favor him over me. Vanity is a curse, and to see someone just as vain get more of the attention, it makes me crazy inside. But when he spaces out it is like he is not really here. He is somewhere in the depths of his mind. I am curious as to what it is that goes on in there, but at the same time I fear the thought.

As he stood in front of me and held his hand out I freely gave him the orange ball he worked so hard to get a hold of. He turns around and leaves without a word to me. No thank you or anything. It was strictly business, not gratitude or fascination. This was probably a waist of time to him.

I don't know why his disinterest in me bothers me, it just does. Something on the inside told me I was more disappointed then he was. As a little girl I always imagined being saved by a prince charming. Fantasy's that haunt all little girls. But the real world isn't a fantasy. There is no real happy ending, the story always end the same way. We live, we die, we are buried in the ground.

As I watched the small troop go I realized something. The Gaijin was still wearing my wedding dress!

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I believed we learned a few lessons in life and hit some very emotional spots. Well that's it for tonight. Its 230am here so I need sleep.

I promise the next chapter will not be quite is depressing. As a matter of fact it will be more entertaining.