Translation
Fanfic: Teil 6 der weißen Saga: Die Verfolgung
Chapter: Part 6 of the White Saga: The Persecution
Trunks was hot on her heels ...
they were still flying through the city, but they kept moving towards the city limits ...
The stranger turned around ...
"What do you want? Leave me alone !!!"
"Not before you tell me where you want to go!"
"You can wait forever for that ..."
She stepped up a gear ... Trunks was amazed at how fast she could fly ...
he was aware that he could have lost in a fight against her ...
maybe.
They were out of town ...
their (flight) path led over fertile fields and a large lake.
In the middle of the lake she stopped abruptly (OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE THAT?) And turned back to him ...
"Well, if you don't want to hear, you have to feel ..."
Trunks, still surprised by the stop, couldn't brake and sped right into her outstretched foot.
She grinned happily and flew on ...
Trunks had every effort to keep himself from falling into the cool water but finally he managed to catch himself.
"This little one ..." he was pissed off.
Yes very much...
Furious, he resumed his self-imposed task.
She had a big lead but somehow he slowly but steadily managed to get closer to her.
The lake was already kilometers back and the hilly landscapes were there.
He didn't know anymore how long he had been chasing her, it was as if he had lost all sense of time up here.
Had his father already laid the whole museum to rubble and ashes?
And what a strange radar the girl had with her ... it looked like the situation was really serious, because she wasn't the type to just break off a fight like that, he guessed.
Now he could see them clearly again ... only a few meters separated them from each other ...
then suddenly she disappeared ... just like that.
Trunks stopped in midair in surprise.
Where did she go
He tried to feel her aura ... nothing.
Below him was only a few miles of forest.
All over.
He flew helplessly a few meters there and a few meters there.
Nothing.
Everything was silent.
Then he could perceive her aura again.
Right below you, between the trees.
He tried as best as possible to suppress his own aura and landed on a tree a few meters away from her.
She crouched in a large clearing like a big cat watching its victim.
The mysterious sword was strapped to her back.
Strange ... he hadn't even noticed how she had pulled it out of the couch ... and hadn't it been there during the flight?
But at the moment all his attention was focused on the action in the clearing ...
The stranger took out the radar again ...
he could see it more clearly now.
It was a mixture of a clock and the Dragonball radars that his mother had lying around in her workshop.
She began to count softly and then it became loud:
"3"
"2"
"1"
"It's coming ..."
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A mean ending right?
But you now know how you can make it go on ... always write nice comments ....
they were still flying through the city, but they kept moving towards the city limits ...
The stranger turned around ...
"What do you want? Leave me alone !!!"
"Not before you tell me where you want to go!"
"You can wait forever for that ..."
She stepped up a gear ... Trunks was amazed at how fast she could fly ...
he was aware that he could have lost in a fight against her ...
maybe.
They were out of town ...
their (flight) path led over fertile fields and a large lake.
In the middle of the lake she stopped abruptly (OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE THAT?) And turned back to him ...
"Well, if you don't want to hear, you have to feel ..."
Trunks, still surprised by the stop, couldn't brake and sped right into her outstretched foot.
She grinned happily and flew on ...
Trunks had every effort to keep himself from falling into the cool water but finally he managed to catch himself.
"This little one ..." he was pissed off.
Yes very much...
Furious, he resumed his self-imposed task.
She had a big lead but somehow he slowly but steadily managed to get closer to her.
The lake was already kilometers back and the hilly landscapes were there.
He didn't know anymore how long he had been chasing her, it was as if he had lost all sense of time up here.
Had his father already laid the whole museum to rubble and ashes?
And what a strange radar the girl had with her ... it looked like the situation was really serious, because she wasn't the type to just break off a fight like that, he guessed.
Now he could see them clearly again ... only a few meters separated them from each other ...
then suddenly she disappeared ... just like that.
Trunks stopped in midair in surprise.
Where did she go
He tried to feel her aura ... nothing.
Below him was only a few miles of forest.
All over.
He flew helplessly a few meters there and a few meters there.
Nothing.
Everything was silent.
Then he could perceive her aura again.
Right below you, between the trees.
He tried as best as possible to suppress his own aura and landed on a tree a few meters away from her.
She crouched in a large clearing like a big cat watching its victim.
The mysterious sword was strapped to her back.
Strange ... he hadn't even noticed how she had pulled it out of the couch ... and hadn't it been there during the flight?
But at the moment all his attention was focused on the action in the clearing ...
The stranger took out the radar again ...
he could see it more clearly now.
It was a mixture of a clock and the Dragonball radars that his mother had lying around in her workshop.
She began to count softly and then it became loud:
"3"
"2"
"1"
"It's coming ..."
________________________________________
A mean ending right?
But you now know how you can make it go on ... always write nice comments ....