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Fanfic: Trunks und Goten bei der Army2
Chapter: Trunks and Goths in the Army2
Goten and Trunks met in the air.
"How did your mother take it?" Trunks asked.
"Is that a joke? She passed out ... and my father said I should run away while I can ...", he grimaced ...
"And with you?"
"You know my father, he almost handcuffed me ... but as you can see I was able to escape if he didn't get the idea to follow me ..."
"We and our families, a really great team ..."
"I'm glad I won't have to endure Vegeta for a month now ..."
"Yes, a great feeling to have escaped my mother ..." ... and then they shouted together:
"Army, we're coming!"
They flew about 5 minutes to the airport in the western capital.
There a plane was already waiting for the young men who wanted to undergo the torture.
Trunks and Son Goten landed at a safe distance, shouldered their luggage and approached a soldier who was not very friendly.
"Hallihallohallöle, we belong to the troop on the island ..."
"What? You wimpy cocks? Well, it's about time you were turned into real men ..."
Trunks clenched his fist, but Gothen looked at him soothingly ...
"You're too late ... a horrible habit ... everyone else is already there ...", he looked at a list ... "mm..Trunks and Son Goden?"
"My name is SON GOTEN!" He shouted.
"Irritable too ... terrible habit.
Son Goten bared his teeth, but Trunks gave him a warning ...
"Comes with!"
Trunks whispered to Gothen:
"Well, I think we shouldn't wait for a" Please ... ".
Goten nodded darkly and followed Trunks and the soldier to a small plane for around 25 people.
When Trunks and Son Goten entered the machine, the doors closed behind them.
"Now there is no turning back ..."
"Yes ... but we don't want to damage the walls ..."
The inside of the machine wasn't very inviting:
Hard wooden benches, mean-looking classmates or whatever you wanted to call them, guards with whips ...
"Oh man, where did we end up here ... this is where the parents probably send their difficult-to-raise children ...", said Son Goten soberly.
"Yes, then we fit right in here!" Replied Trunks ironically.
They sat down next to each other on one of the hard wooden benches ...
"They also have to save money on everything ... I was looking forward to a comfortable flight ... and a couple of nice Sdewardesses (how the hell do you write that?) ...", mumbled Son Goten ...
The plane began to roll ... Son Goten searched in vain (his mother had instructed him to do this) for a belt ...
"Oh dear .. if Mum knew that she would faint again!"
"What then, Son Goten? Are you afraid of falling out?" Grinned Trunks.
"Haha .. very funny ... you don't even know how it is!"
"No, my mother doesn't force me to wear what she puts down for me ..."
"Lucky you!"
Their conversation was interrupted because the unfriendly soldier came up to the passengers ...
"HELLO HERE SOFT EGGS, CONVINCES OR MOTHER SONS ..."
Trunks immediately looked at Son Goten and he kicked him in the shin ...
"Ouch!"
The soldier felt disturbed and looked at them ...
"Guilty!"
His eyes flashed angrily but said nothing.
"I'm Lieutenant Louis and my word counts!
In the next month you will have to go to your limits and of course exceed them.
We are now flying to a small island, far from the mainland ... so you cannot escape unless you can fly! "
HE grinned meanly, but Trunks and Son goten exchanged amused looks.
"You get a uniform like I wear it, but only one ... you can wash it every day and hope that it will be dry the next day ..."
"Uh ... that's ugly ... I would sue the fashion designer ...", Son goten whispered and unfortunately he had spoken a bit too loud, because everyone had heard it ...
a few who dared giggle, the others looked at least amused.
Trunks giggled the loudest of all ...
Lieutenant Louis didn't think it was funny.
"So there we have a volunteer!
At Son Goten I want to demonstrate to you what happens to those who disobey ... COME HERE! "
Trunks winked at him and Son Goten got up ... excited to see what the lieutenant was going to do ...
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"How did your mother take it?" Trunks asked.
"Is that a joke? She passed out ... and my father said I should run away while I can ...", he grimaced ...
"And with you?"
"You know my father, he almost handcuffed me ... but as you can see I was able to escape if he didn't get the idea to follow me ..."
"We and our families, a really great team ..."
"I'm glad I won't have to endure Vegeta for a month now ..."
"Yes, a great feeling to have escaped my mother ..." ... and then they shouted together:
"Army, we're coming!"
They flew about 5 minutes to the airport in the western capital.
There a plane was already waiting for the young men who wanted to undergo the torture.
Trunks and Son Goten landed at a safe distance, shouldered their luggage and approached a soldier who was not very friendly.
"Hallihallohallöle, we belong to the troop on the island ..."
"What? You wimpy cocks? Well, it's about time you were turned into real men ..."
Trunks clenched his fist, but Gothen looked at him soothingly ...
"You're too late ... a horrible habit ... everyone else is already there ...", he looked at a list ... "mm..Trunks and Son Goden?"
"My name is SON GOTEN!" He shouted.
"Irritable too ... terrible habit.
Son Goten bared his teeth, but Trunks gave him a warning ...
"Comes with!"
Trunks whispered to Gothen:
"Well, I think we shouldn't wait for a" Please ... ".
Goten nodded darkly and followed Trunks and the soldier to a small plane for around 25 people.
When Trunks and Son Goten entered the machine, the doors closed behind them.
"Now there is no turning back ..."
"Yes ... but we don't want to damage the walls ..."
The inside of the machine wasn't very inviting:
Hard wooden benches, mean-looking classmates or whatever you wanted to call them, guards with whips ...
"Oh man, where did we end up here ... this is where the parents probably send their difficult-to-raise children ...", said Son Goten soberly.
"Yes, then we fit right in here!" Replied Trunks ironically.
They sat down next to each other on one of the hard wooden benches ...
"They also have to save money on everything ... I was looking forward to a comfortable flight ... and a couple of nice Sdewardesses (how the hell do you write that?) ...", mumbled Son Goten ...
The plane began to roll ... Son Goten searched in vain (his mother had instructed him to do this) for a belt ...
"Oh dear .. if Mum knew that she would faint again!"
"What then, Son Goten? Are you afraid of falling out?" Grinned Trunks.
"Haha .. very funny ... you don't even know how it is!"
"No, my mother doesn't force me to wear what she puts down for me ..."
"Lucky you!"
Their conversation was interrupted because the unfriendly soldier came up to the passengers ...
"HELLO HERE SOFT EGGS, CONVINCES OR MOTHER SONS ..."
Trunks immediately looked at Son Goten and he kicked him in the shin ...
"Ouch!"
The soldier felt disturbed and looked at them ...
"Guilty!"
His eyes flashed angrily but said nothing.
"I'm Lieutenant Louis and my word counts!
In the next month you will have to go to your limits and of course exceed them.
We are now flying to a small island, far from the mainland ... so you cannot escape unless you can fly! "
HE grinned meanly, but Trunks and Son goten exchanged amused looks.
"You get a uniform like I wear it, but only one ... you can wash it every day and hope that it will be dry the next day ..."
"Uh ... that's ugly ... I would sue the fashion designer ...", Son goten whispered and unfortunately he had spoken a bit too loud, because everyone had heard it ...
a few who dared giggle, the others looked at least amused.
Trunks giggled the loudest of all ...
Lieutenant Louis didn't think it was funny.
"So there we have a volunteer!
At Son Goten I want to demonstrate to you what happens to those who disobey ... COME HERE! "
Trunks winked at him and Son Goten got up ... excited to see what the lieutenant was going to do ...
________________________________________
Do you like it?
If so, I might continue to write ...
;-)