before here who complains the rest. I saw it too late. I thought there was enough space !! * ggg * I will probably have to tell pan that she should write less !! * laughs * of course I won't do that.






. "Hey don't worry, come back. I'll write to you too, yes." But nothing worked, her tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but at least she wasn't screaming so loudly anymore. On the contrary, she sobbed softly before looking at her uncle with tearful eyes. "Promised?"


Goten nodded and smiled. "I promise" and took her little hand. She smiled, clasped his index finger, and shook him three times. That was the little secret they used to seal promises. Again he tossed her up and caught her, her sobs turning into exultation. "So now you promise not to cry, will you?" Pan nodded, wiping away his tears. She gripped his index finger again and shook it three times.

Goten breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his little niece another kiss on the forehead before handing it back to Videl. At first Pan made as if to cling to Goten, but Goten gently shook his head. "I'll visit you on vacation!" he shouted at her, waving as he stepped over to his father, Trunks and Vegeta, who were standing a little to one side, ready for their journey. "And what do you do when we don't have a vacation there?" Trunks whispered imperceptibly to his friend, smiled one last time at his mother. Goten shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Then I'll probably limit myself to writing." He grabbed the hoi-poi capsule that Bulma had given him so that he could carry his luggage with it. At first he wanted to forget the bag with all his school supplies, but as if his mother had been waiting for it, she ran after him a few moments and pointed it out to him.


His father looked expectantly at his son and put a hand to his forehead.Goten grabbed his arm while Trunks put his hand on his friend's shoulder and a little later he felt Vegeta's big hand on his back. They all waved once more, wishing them good luck while Goten found the aura of the planet. In the next moment the picture of her friends faded, you could only hear Pan's little scream, then there was silence. Trunks closed his eyes, getting ready for the new picture. Now it was over, now there was no turning back. Hell was coming closer in the form of an elite school, in which she would experience a long, perhaps agonizing time. Dende alone wants to know what her future might look like .....