Time Split Vendetta (Future Trunks)

Y’all ain’t ready for this timeline…

Sword in hand, pain in my blood. Let’s go.

I came from ash, from a world that was fucked,

Grew up with corpses, no gods, no luck.

Mama said fight, so I sharpened my rage,

Turned a time machine to my warpath cage.

Androids ran the block, bodies in chalk,

I was raised on screams, not small talk.

That chrome bitch 18? Got a face I hate,

17’s smirk got me planning they fate.

My era was hell, no Kame School lessons,

Just death in the air and fucked-up blessings.

Me and Gohan, only light in the black,

‘Til they took his life, never got it back.

I split time like I split these bitches,

Run my blade through fate, burnin' bridges.

Future’s dead so I rewrite the scroll,

This ain't a mission—it's my soul.

Call me savior, or call me threat,

I’m that ghost with a grudge you won’t forget.

Steel in my grip, death in my eyes,

Say your prayers, I don’t hear no cries.

Back to the past, still haunted as fuck,

Met my pops, but the love ran stuck.

Vegeta, that bastard, full of pride and spit,

We share blood, but he don't know shit.

I ain't soft—I'm carved from pain,

Every step I take echoes bloodstain.

Frieza came back? I sliced that hoe,

No standoff, just one clean blow.

Ain’t got time for talk, I’m built for war,

Seen too much to care who you fightin’ for.

From Cell to Buu, I stay in the cuts,

Carrying scars, not giving no fucks.

I split time like I split these bitches,

Run my blade through fate, burnin' bridges.

Future’s dead so I rewrite the scroll,

This ain't a mission—it's my soul.

Call me savior, or call me threat,

I’m that ghost with a grudge you won’t forget.

Steel in my grip, death in my eyes,

Say your prayers, I don’t hear no cries.

No Ultra Instinct, no God ki flex,

Just raw pain and a sword to your neck.

Fuck your tournament, fuck your peace,

I came to make the bloodshed cease.

But I’m cursed with rage, stitched in time,

No place to rest, no sacred shrine.

Just timelines shattered under my boots,

And the will to rip out corrupted roots.

I’m not a prince, I’m not a pawn,

I’m the storm after dawn.

Call me Trunks, or call me death,

I’m the reason evil draws its last breath.