Foreword: ^^ I forgot to say that Trunks is 5 years old * g *






" Go to bed." said Vegeta and put the dishes away.


Trunks yawned vigorously again and nodded.


Then he turned around and asked, "Are you going to take me to bed?"


"You can find the way even without me." said his father and disappeared from the kitchen to go to sleep himself.


A little dejected, Trunks went to his room.


Throughout the C.C. the light was already out and pitch dark.


Trunks couldn't see the hand in front of his eyes and slowly felt his way to the nursery.


When he finally got there, he immediately crawled into bed and fell asleep.






The next day Vegeta didn't start training until 8 a.m. in the G-room.


Trunks was just standing in front of the pane that separated these two rooms and pounding it like mad.


It took a while before Vegeta noticed it.

"What does he want now !!?" he grumbled, turned the gravity down and opened the door.


" What do you want!?"


" I want to participate!" called Trunks.


" Participate....?"


"Yes, I also want to train and get strong!" he chuckled happily.


"Please dad! I don't break anything either."


Vegeta grinned and then said: "Sure, if you want. Let's see what you can take."


Trunks performed a little joyful dance for joy and followed his father into the G-room.


This immediately sets gravity to 10.


Trunks felt a tremendous force pulling him down and it was difficult for him to stay upright.


"And? Should I shift up?" Vegeta asked with a grin.


Trunks clenched his teeth and couldn't utter a sound.


His father watched with amusement as he put one foot in front of the other. (^^ almost like the first attempts at walking * g *)


Suddenly his son stumbled and slapped the hard floor.

"More is not possible? Hmph, ..... but this is only how you keep me from proper training, little one." Vegeta said mockingly and lifted Trunks by the sleeper (ß God how do you write that ??! - - '') and set the gravity back to 0.


Trunks was drenched in sweat, and only because of 5 minutes. 10G.


"But, ..... but I want to be as strong as you." he said sadly and wiped the sweat from his face.


"Then train somewhere else today! If you can move well in 10G later, you can go back inside." His father promised him and closed the G-door behind him again.


Trunks was determined to train and made his way to his friend Goten, with whom he had an appointment again in the forest.




"You're still alive ^^." Goten cheered when he saw his friend approaching.


"Sure I'm alive. Now let's fight!" demanded Trunks.


Goten looked a little puzzled at his friend.

Trunks has never been so keen on fighting. What a change of heart.


"OK, then get ready! Here comes the strongest warrior in the universe !!" shout Goten and immediately lunged at Trunks, who skillfully blocked his attack.




So they fought for 5 hours, with occasional breaks, but neither of them wanted to give in until Trunks put an end to the hustle and bustle.




"Yeah! * Pff * ...... won * pff * ......!" he chuckled contentedly and fell into the grass.


"You are really good * pff * ....... I'm K.O. .. * pff * ...." Goten gasped exhausted and sat down on the grass to drink.


"It's getting late, .. * pff * .... don't we want to fly home slowly?" Goten asked his friend, who was looking dreamily at the sky.


But Goten looked at the small flesh wound on Trunks right arm and said: "I'm sorry, ..... that's why ...... So I would definitely cry ....."


Trunks now also looked at the wound and said: "Doesn't matter...... My father wouldn't have cried in the fight either, and that's why I'm not crying either. "He said proudly and scratched lightly at the wound that had already started to form a scab.


"It's good ^^. I'm flying home now. See you in 3 days!" exclaimed Goten, who had already risen in the air and was on his way to home.






When Trunks got home, the curse was great again.


Bulma paced up and down the room blaming Trunks for being late.


"What if it got infected? !! Then what? We'll go to the doctor immediately and have the wound treated !!" she screamed, grabbed Trunks by the arm and dragged him into the car.






After about an hour they came back.


Vegeta was just about to eat dinner when a slightly scorched Bulma entered the kitchen.


Vegeta had to keep from laughing: "Who set you on fire? * Munching *."


Bulma sat down at the table and clapped her hands over her head: "What have I done wrong?* sniff * Was my upbringing wrong? * sinff *. "she moaned.


"Now talk about it!" munched Vegeta, who was already looking very curiously.


"It was so ..... I wanted the doctor to take a look at Trunks' wound, and he immediately suggested disinfecting it, ........ Trunks didn't like that at all, in my opinion.


To be on the safe side, I wanted him to be vaccinated against offenders (ß another stupid word


- - ''), but Trunks disagreed. His hair turned blonde and he blew up the whole practice. * sniff * What did I do wrong ..... "she said sadly.


However, a wide grin spread across Vegeta's lips.


He put his dishes in the dishwasher and made his way to Trunks in the nursery.


He sat pouting in a corner of his room and turned his back on the world.


Vegeta was greeted warmly: "* sniff *, .... Hau AB!* sniff * ...... I don't want to SEE anyone! "shouted Trunks and turned back to the wall.


Vegeta stepped up to his son. "I still decide what to do!"


Trunks looked at his father with angry eyes: ".... * sniff * ....."


He raised the corner of his mouth and said: "You heated up your mother quite a bit. So you trained?"


"Yes, ... * sniff * ..... with Goten ...... You promised me that if I am stronger I can go into the G-room." said Trunks and turned completely to his father.


"You can come with me from tomorrow!" his father promised him and gave him a short smile.


Trunks anger was gone and he was starting to shine.


"So you're not angry with me then?"


"No why should I?" Vegeta asked, frowning as he looked at Trunks' wound.




Sequel follows.....