On closer inspection, the labor camps Kira had spoken of turned out to be mountain mines, as they were modern in old, confused times. From a distance you could hear the monotonous noise when steel meets stone. But it wasn't that sound that made Trunks run down his spine as cold as ice. More like the crack of whips on people's bodies. It surpassed even the monotonous sound of the pimples hitting hard stone with full force and the faint clink of chains that brushed the ground.


Trunks didn't know which was worse. The fact that Storg was very strong, or that his father's people suffered so much. He had never seen or heard anything like it. It was horrible, but the worst part was that there was nothing they could do. Both fought against their anger that would otherwise flare up their ki, which they had been suppressing since they landed. It was an uphill battle, but in the end they both won.They sat up a little quietly and crawled cautiously backwards down the little hill. An hour had passed since they said goodbye to Bulma. During this one hour he let Kira take the lead, as he didn’t know anything about Honth. They walked around for a long time, now and then switching to flying, which they only did at a slow pace, since opponents would otherwise track down their auras. They had landed on an island that Kira said her family worked there. The island was bigger than the one she'd left his mother on. It also pointed to valley and mountain landscapes, with a large mountain sticking up in front of them. In the mountain led the tunnel in which the Sajajins had to do hard work that a normal human being would probably never have survived. According to Trunk's estimate, the mountain was about 1 km in size, not a wonder of the world. But big enough to serve as a labor camp.


Around the mountain there were several small hills covered with pink grass.They had shoved here on one of the hills and checked the situation, as Trunks literally put it. They had spotted the guard right at the start. Trunks couldn't assign them to any being that he had ever seen. He wasn't human, more like a mix of Namek and the aliens you could see in television movies. His skin was purple and he had two horns on his head, which reminded him of the image of the devil to which people cling. But that was the only thing that was special about him. His clothes could go well with Trunk's world, black pants and a gray shirt.


"What do you suggest?" asked Kira. In the last hour she had regained her usual manner, became calmer and when she said something you could clearly hear that snotty undertone that Trunks had gotten to know with her.


Trunks considered lying on his back, including an almost standing position, since they are still on the hill and his "floor" rose diagonally upwards under his back.His mind revolved around the rescue operation that was ahead of them. He was scared, but he didn't let it show. In general, even he had become just as serious in the last hour as he had been the whole time before Kira's appearance. Storg had got his first tribute ...


"How does it look in there?" he asked instead, not having a plan yet.


"There is a main tunnel that goes deep into the mountain. From it about six more branch off to the right and left. But the most important thing is the chains. Listen, no one can break them, not even a Super Sajajin."


Trunks nodded, his eyes wandering uncertainly over the landscape. Now that the going was tough, he didn't know what to do. A yawning emptiness crept into his brain and erased all thoughts and ideas that arose in him before he could really grasp them. And when he had an idea, it struck him as unrealistic and naive to his own ears.

"Damn it." He mumbled, and Kira looked at him in amazement. He clearly saw the fear in her eyes, fear of the uncertainty of what would happen. But she did not show this fear, suppressed it. But eyes don't lie. "We need a plan, a really good plan. How many guards are in there, and most importantly, what are they capable of?"


Kira gave a short shrug. "I don't know how many, about ten. But these guards are strong, but not so strong that a Super Sajajin couldn't defeat them. I grabbed at least three of them at this stage."


"Then there would be seven for me ..." Trunks gaze wandered over the landscape again, as if the solution to her problem was there. "Tell me, can't you draw a map of this mine? Then it would be easier to orientate yourself. Then we can decide how to proceed, I wouldn't strike until night anyway."


"That doesn't do much good.The number of guards stays the same and don't think so, they are just sleeping. "Kira sighed heavily and again he saw the fear and helplessness in her eyes. He put a calming hand on her shoulder." Hey, we can handle it, okay? Have no fear. "With that he had said something wrong, the wrongest thing you could ever say to her.


"I'm not afraid!" she hissed, her eyes narrowed in anger. With that she got up and walked all the way down the hill. Trunks watched them. She was a mystery to him. Even before her departure, she seemed almost nice and friendly like a real girl. But since they landed here on Honth, she has changed, was again the same proud warrior who reminded him all too often of his late father. She wasn't the little girl anymore, but maybe that was what made the difference. Storg had gotten his second tribute.






The cave in which they set up their quarters was large and round.The ceiling stretched miles above them in a high, pointed vault. The stone was hard and brittle, easy to hurt. It was dark, but a little hole in the ceiling lit up. Not much, but enough to conjure up a small bright beam on the floor of the cave, which donated a little light in a small area so that one could see the other. In this light beam sat Kira now, drawing a plan of the mine with a pen and paper. Trunks sat in the dark at the other end of the cave, watching her. Neither of them had said a word since their little argument, which wasn't one. At first the idea came to him to apologize, but since he didn't feel guilty he let it go, instead waiting for her first step. In vain.


He did not know how long he had been sitting on a small rock, slowly turning the sword in his hands and lost in thought.He didn't even know what he had been thinking of all that time. He felt like a prisoner in a slightly larger prison. And a little bit of panic crept through him. He was afraid, afraid for others and of failing. The latter fear was almost more intense. He didn't know how Gohan had managed to fight Cell back then. All hopes were in him, and if he had failed, the world on the other time plane would also have been destroyed. But now the hope of a people was on his shoulders and if he should fail, he would not only endanger his father's people, but also his mother, who could not be dissuaded from this dangerous journey.


“Trunks!” He looked up when Kira called for him. She pointed to the paper and motioned for him to come over to her.


Trunks got up hesitantly, strapped the sword back onto his back and walked over to Kira. His gaze brushed the sheet of paper that was now filled with tunnels and words.Kira put it on the floor and crouched down.


She pointed with her fingers at the individual corridors and letters that she had drawn with a black crayon that she had discovered in one of Bulma's capsules. It was a pretty rough picture that takes a lot of imagination to understand. But it was enough for Trunks.


Kira had drawn two long parallel lines across the page, from which other parallel lines branched off. They were supposed to represent the passages that were deep under the mountain. In addition, there was a large, round room at the end of the page in reality at the end of the tunnel, which she marked with the word "executive floor". Trunks looked at him for a long time. Something was missing, something that only added to Storg's malice. "Where do the prisoners sleep?"


Kira just shrugged her shoulders. "Almost not at all. You have to work day and night. If you have worked well, you get a few hours of sleep and you can lie down on the stony ground next to the other working slaves."

Trunks nodded, carefully suppressing the anger that was growing inside him. "And they all work in SSJ status?"


She nodded at it, her gaze sadly fixed on the sheet of paper. "Yes, at least those who achieve this status can consider themselves lucky. It will make their work easier. But children my brother's age have a hard time."


He said nothing to that, instead followed Kira's gaze, who was still sunk on the sheet of paper. He looked at it thoughtfully, unable to come up with a good plan. "Only Sajajins work there? Are there no residents on the planet"


"Yes, Honthaner, but most of them have subordinated themselves. Nevertheless, a lot of them were enslaved, just as many as Storg needs to be able to mine all the mineral resources. But in this mine there are only Sajajins, because the rock is quite hard Honthans are not strong, not warriors. They live peacefully, they would hardly survive this kind of work in this mine. "

"And why doesn't he use your technology? Should he round up a few inventors who develop some kind of machine. I mean, what's the point of it all?"


Kira just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe because he's fundamentally angry. But my father once said that Sajajins attacked his home planet. The command was then your father, Prince Vegeta. He believes it was a pure act of revenge by Storg is. "


He nodded, but then frowned. "But what does that do for him? Machines could work better than people. That is totally cumbersome, especially since Honthaners have to work too."


"Sure, but with Storg earnings come second and the Honthaners are partly paid by him