4. A strange machine




Trunks entire body above the hip had disappeared in a huge metal box. Every now and then you could hear him murmuring a little muffled or he began to kick his short legs to show Son Goten that he should pull him out of the box again.


The box Trunks was in was one of his mother's many tool cabinets. It was the only one who hadn't been shut off.


"Pull me out!" Trunk's muffled voice sounded out of the box and he began to kick his feet. Son Goten hastened to comply with his friend's request and began to pull hard on Trunks left leg - he couldn't get his hands on the other one because Trunks was still kicking.


Son Goten had exaggerated it a bit, Trunks sailed with a violent jerk over the edge of the tool box and landed with a loud bang on Son Goten, who then lost his balance.

"Ouch!" Trunks complained. "Are you crazy? Not that great!"


Son Goten got up again and rubbed his head.


"Sorry! But you shouldn't have fidgeted like that either!"


Trunks meanwhile began to pick up the captured tools from the ground.


He held up a large wrench in triumph.


"That's sure to be a lot of fun! Mum, after all, always does!"


Son Goten looked thoughtfully at Trunks. "And what can we do with it now?"


He looked skeptically at the big machine in the middle of the room.


Trunks thought for a moment. Then his face lit up. "We can build anything! A rocket ... a candy machine ... or a robot that does anything you tell it ..."


At the word "candy machine", Son Goten's face had also started to glow.


"Really everything?"


Trunks nodded confidently. "Sure, my mom always does that too ... We just have to tinker with the tools on the machine!"

Son Goten jumped up and picked up a screwdriver and then busily began tinkering with the machine with Trunks.




Son Goku suddenly stopped. "Vegeta?"


Vegeta, visibly unnerved, stopped. "What is?"


Son Goku scratched his head. "Um ... you mean, if we have to get presents for our boys so that we don't have to bring something to Bulma and ChiChi ..."


Vegeta's face turned unusually pale. "I do not know..."


It was clear from both of them that they didn’t find the prospect of even more madmen in the shopping frenzy particularly great.


"You didn't say anything, but ..." Son Goku still vividly remembered ChiChi's last birthday party, when he forgot to get a present ...


Fortunately, he had been able to spend the following week in God's palace and about a month later ChiChi had almost forgotten it again ...

Vegeta frowned. "Do you have any idea what you can get the two of them?"


Son Goku thought about it. "I don't know, maybe something to eat? A fried chicken with rice maybe?"


"I said what we can give Bulma and ChiChi, not you!" growled Vegeta.


"Well, I would love a fried chicken!" Son Goku insisted, but only got a bad look from Vegeta.


Son Goku sighed. "Well then, why don't you tell us what you have in mind ..."


Vegeta shrugged. "No problem, how about ..." He frowned. "Or..."


Son Goku crossed his arms over his chest with a grin. "Yes?"


"A fitness machine!" Vegeta finally said.


"That's just as nonsense!" said Son Goku. "The two of them certainly don't want any fitness equipment!"


"Why not? You can use it to train your body to get rid of unnecessary fat ..."


Son Goku shook his head. "If you say that to Bulma, then you can spend the next few nights in the open air ..."

Both looked at each other perplexed.


"I have an idea!" said Son Goku suddenly.


"The best thing to do is call Gohan, he'll think of something!"




Trunks wiped his forehead. A black streak of dirt remained on her. "That should work!" he said and took a step back from the machine. Son Goten stepped excitedly next to him, he too was smeared all over with oil. They looked at their work with pride. They had screwed larger tires to the chassis than the ones that were previously mounted on it and they still had some strange protrusions and even a drill head, which they had accidentally discovered, attached to the machine.


"And what is she doing now?" he asked curiously.


Trunks shrugged. "I don't know? We'd better call it a surprise machine!"


"And now?" asked Son Goten. Trunks grinned. "We'll turn it on, what else!"


Trunks excitedly pressed a large button on the right side of the machine.

Immediately the device began to hum and lights began to glow.


The machine began to vibrate and one of the metal arms moved.


"Madness!" said Son Goten.


Suddenly the sound of the machine began to change. She let out a high-pitched whistle and the next moment the wheels began to turn.


Startled, the two boys ran after the machine, which was getting faster and faster.


"What is she doing?" Son Goten gasped, startled.


"I do not know!" Trunks shouted, banging obsessively on his self-made remote control. "She doesn't listen to me!"


At that moment the machine had reached the opposite wall. The hope she would just stay there was not fulfilled. The drill head hit the wall with a loud bang. A moment later a huge hole yawned in the wall through which Trunks and Son Goten could see outside.


Her machine was just disappearing around the next bend.

With colorless faces, the two boys studied the chaos that the "surprise machine" had left behind.


"That'll cause trouble!" said Son Goten tonelessly.


"Anger is not an expression at all!" replied Trunks.




"Sequel follows"




So that's it again. Hope you like it, otherwise you'll know about comments and such (can never have enough of them). I will probably write the next story on Thursday, so see you soon!




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