The return of the Sajajins!






Preface: Plays in the time frame from which Future Trunks came. He had defeated the cyborg on his return. It had been about a year since then and the cities were being rebuilt to the way they were before the invasion.




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"WHAT ?? Bulma and Vegeta ???" Again and again the screaming words of Son Goku echoed around in his head, it had been like that all day. It was terrible and they caused a strong, wild headache that always came out of hiding with a painful sting and attacked him whenever he thought back to times gone by.


Trunks had tried everything, had trained until the sweat came out of all pores and he could hardly stand from exhaustion. After that, he'd tried humanly, flown to the nearest pharmacy, and bought one of the strongest headache pills he'd ever seen.They actually worked, but not the way he'd hoped it would make them work. Only the volume of Son Goku's screeching voice dropped a little, so that the world seemed at least a little bit more bearable.


But now, when the day was drawing to a close and the tablet was losing its effectiveness, they came back. The voices, not just those of Goku, also Gohans, Kuririns and those of his father, Vegeta. The latter bothered him the most of all. It was a year ago, a year ago today he traveled back in time, changed time and saw and got to know him. The one he'd missed all his life, whenever he needed a strong hand. Vegeta had by no means shared his idea of ​​his father. On the contrary, no, he was THE opposite of what he had always imagined. He was proud and brave for him, but at the same time loving and caring.But the person he had met at the time had too much of the first two and far too little of the latter, not to say nothing at all. Back then he had long wondered how his mother could love such a disgust. But she did and still does it today, he only knew that. All he had to do was look into her eyes, which shone every time he reminded her of the somewhat smaller man with the dark, wide-sticking hair.


"You are very like him in many ways!" she always said him then. But was that really him? Did he really have any resemblance to that disgust? Maybe he was that cruel and callous. After these words Bulma always saw the picture in which he, little Trunks had crashed with his mother and his father had given a damn about her well-being.


Even now, as he sat at the Capsule Corporation kitchen table, he thought back and voices echoed in his head.

“Where did you go?” Those were the only words he had thrown at Bulma. No "all right" came out of him. Just those four terrible words that sounded so contemptuous to his ears. Back then, they got caught in their hair, almost fought each other. Only Bulma could stop them. Trunks had never felt such a disappointment. Although he knew that his father was anything but a Rose Cavalier, he had already met him the first time he met. But never, really never in his life would he have dreamed that he was the son of a heartless Sajajin whose only interest was himself.


On the other hand, Son Goku was completely different. He was nice and kind, so that he often wondered why he wasn't his son. It was sad, and he always felt sorry for the thought, especially since he knew that even his father had a soft core buried somewhere deep inside him.He wanted to find it, and there were often situations in which he had almost reached it. But always almost. He could never hold that soft core in his hands, only watch how he kept slipping away from his fast fingers.


Trunks brushed the thought aside with a vigorous shake of his head and looked at the clock. Yes, it started exactly a year ago. Back in the past to save what could be saved. As a result, he had ruined a lot and created new things. All he had to do was think of Cell, who would never have shown up without his interference. And yet they had won, had held together in difficult hours and won.


But now he was here again, in the world in which he belonged and which seemed like a big prison to him. Since he had destroyed the two cyborgs without any effort, he had been given a medal of honor and when he walks through the streets you can hear the screeching of various girls who pointed their outstretched fingers at him and wanted an autograph.He was a star, a celebrity. But that doesn't bother him. Maybe he would enjoy it if it weren't for that constant boredom. Like an animal waiting for its prey, it retreated at night to jump out again during the day with twice the strength and endurance. How he would love to meet a really good opponent who was worth fighting for now. For the first time he knew why Son Goku was always so delighted when he heard about a strong opponent. It was terrible to be the strongest and Trunks was the strongest here now. The last Sajajin, the strongest man on earth. But he didn't want that. He wanted a stronger one, a challenge.


“Trunks, hey Trunks, huhu!” His mother's voice broke through his thoughts.


Trunks looked up, startled, straight into her eyes. He clearly saw the concern on her face and he understood that she had been standing here for a long time and that she might have spoken to him without the words coming through the thick curtain that lay over his thoughts.

"Yeah what's up?" he asked, trying to conjure up as calm an undertone as possible in his voice, but he didn't succeed, as his mother's frown showed very clearly.


"You were very far away, honey!"


"Yes, I was just thinking. But what's new?"


Bulma did not respond to his suggestion to change the subject.


“Do you remember, exactly a year ago you said goodbye to me!” Her gaze wandered lost in thought to the clock that hung over the door.


Trunks just nodded, said nothing. He didn't know what she was getting at. Did she want to comfort him? Or communicate something important.


"You know, I would have liked to go with you. I would have loved to see Vegeta again. And Son Goku, or little Son Gohan. Or Kuririn and Tenschinghan. And Yamcha." Her eyes began to shine, that loving glow again that he always does had liked to see her. But that day it hurt him, too many memories were shaken up in him.Again he saw all the faces in his imagination. Saw Goku grinning at him, Kruilin, who looked up in amazement, and his father, who gave him that hateful look that he had come to know and love.


"You are very much like him, do you know that?"


Trunks looked seriously at his mother. "Do you really think so? Am I as numb as him?"


For a brief moment the glow in their eyes disappeared and concern spread through them. It was horrible to look at and he was glad to see it in her eyes again. She nodded. "No Trunks, you are different for that. No, you resemble him inside out. Look at yourself, you are bored. You dream of going back and it breaks your heart to sit here."


Trunks looked at his mother in surprise. How did she know? He had never said a word about it, to anyone.


His mother laughed when she saw his face. "Yes, there you are like your father.It had a soft core in itself, but it didn't show it to anyone. Even from me it was hidden most of the time. You also rarely show your feelings. They can be seen when they know you, but you never talk about them. "


Trunks said nothing more to that. What should he have replied. He only felt how boredom came out of him and gave way to unbridled joy. So he had something in common with the guy who was outwardly unsympathetic to him.


He smiled as he looked at his mother and his eyes had the same glow that she had recently had. "Yes, but I inherited the big mouth from you!"


“Big mouth!” Bulma's voice seemed to echo throughout the house. "Well wait, if I catch you, son."


Laughing, she slapped him gently in the face, right on the cheek. Her hand stayed there for a while and she gently stroked it from bottom to top. She smiled and looked him straight in the eye."And you have the same eyes as him. So unfathomable, where you can only see the feelings very deeply in them!"


Trunks gently took her hand in his and carefully removed it from his cheek. His eyes glanced at the clock over the kitchen door. A year ago he had long since left this time level and, as he estimated the time, was probably busy with Freezer and his father King Cold being promoted to the afterlife.


"Do you miss him?"


He didn't look at his mother, but he could clearly feel the sadness and surprise spreading inside her at the same time. But this feeling was something other than feeling the ki of a fighter. It was based on a very intimate and familiar level that only the two of them entered.


"No," she said suddenly and without feeling scorn, "No, I don't have to miss him. Because he is there. I see him in you Trunks, because you are the best gift he could ever give me!"


Trunks turned slowly to see Bulma's smile, which was so full of warmth and deep affection.Had he been a few years younger, he would have thrown himself into her arms, crying. As it was, he stepped up to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. He smiled, and the voices and memories had now been driven from inside him for good. Never in his life had he felt such happiness as at this moment. Not even when he saw his father for the very first time had he felt such a strong feeling.


Bulma said nothing more on the subject, and Trunks was glad of it. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she went to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of milk. She turned and leaned against the closed red refrigerator, glass in hand. Their eyes met and he saw a strong concern in her eyes, but this time it was by no means directed at him.


"Hey, there was a new