--- Just a person --- Part 2






“What is a Saiyan?” Trunks turned his gaze back to Thiorni. "A warrior. We're not from here." He looked at the ground. " I have to go now !" he said softly. That was a lie and he didn't want it at all, but despite the immense beauty of Thiorni, he had to come to terms with his conscience and think about what he had done. He could hardly stand having wiped out a human life. Trunks took a few steps towards the crack he had come out of before Thiorni said anything. “Wait a minute!” Trunks stopped but didn't turn around. Thiorni came closer. " I thank you !" she said softly. “Nobody here has done anything like that before, everyone only thinks of themselves!” She came up to one step and looked at his back. "Why aren't you looking at me?" she asked. Trunks hung his head a tiny bit and turned around. He almost flinched because she was standing so close to him.Thiorni looked deep into his eyes and tilted her head a little. “Thank you.” The words were barely audible. Trunks blushed a little. "But why? That was ..." "Very nice of you!" she interrupted him and stroked his left cheek. Trunks held his breath. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen touched him !! Thiorni let go of him and Trunks noticed that she expected something from him. Slowly he raised his hand to stroke her too, but stopped halfway. Her face was so beautiful that he could have cried. " I can not !" he said and ran away through the crack in the wall before Thiorni could react.




"Where have you been again?" Bulma looked at Trunks' clothes with a stern expression. "I was in the sewer," Trunks muttered, walking past her. “What's going on?” “Nothing.” Bulma looked after him doubtfully. "Bring the things to the laundry!" she still called. Trunks didn't really hear her. He went to his room and sat on the bed.In his mind he kept seeing the man who disappeared into the rubble with an incredulous expression on his face. Why did he do that? "Because of Thiorni!" answered a voice in his head. "But why? I didn't know her!" "But you love her!" "Nonsense! How is that supposed to work?" "You know that I'm right!" Trunks listened to the inner conflict. "Anyway, I killed him." "Trunks! Food is ready!" called Bulma from below. “Come on!” Trunks got up heavily and went downstairs. " What's happening ?" Bulma asked after a while while they were eating. “Nothing!” “But ..” “I have nothing!” Trunks got louder. bulma was silent and watched him closely. His face was just like Vegeta. Unable to shut off feelings. She always saw it immediately when something bothered Trunks. Only this time ... it must have been something bad. Bulma looked out the window. " What do you expect ?" she asked herself. "There is chaos and destruction out there.This is not an ideal world! "When she turned around again, Trunks was gone." Great! "Bulma knew that she didn't even have to call him. That was right, because Trunks was already flying over town. He had used his mother's sideways glance and was gone as quickly as he could. Now he was enjoying the damp night air and looking at it isolated fires and lights in the city. Slowly he calmed down. "What happened, happened. I have to live with it. "Trunks would never tell anyone about this incident but put it in the dark side of his soul. Somehow Trunks knew that this was the way of a Saiyajin. But then he thought of Thiorni ...




Somewhat later. Trunks crouched on the remains of the television tower and looked out over the city. Although the tower was quite damaged, it was still the highest point in the area. Trunks has been coming here a lot lately, because here he could think on his own. But suddenly Trunks heard a soft scraping noise behind him.He didn't move, but turned all of his senses behind him. Somebody crawled through the tower! Some debris moved quietly to one side. Trunks clenched his fists and gathered his aura. Then he turned around in a flash and aimed his hand at the heap of rubble - and stood face to face with Thiorni! "But what ... how ..." Trunks lowered his hand. “What are you doing here?” He got a little nervous again because she just looked too beautiful. Thiorni looked at him in amazement, then his hand, then his face again. "I saw a shining point that flew here. Then I thought it was you because you ..." She was silent and cautiously crawled out. "Who are you? How can you fly and why are you glowing?" She came closer and looked around. Trunks looked at the floor, embarrassed. “I am not allowed to say that!” Thiorni sat down on a chunk of wall. “Can I stay with you anyway?” Trunks blushed. " Sure, of course !" he muttered. How could that be?Did you want to be with him? He felt like he was in a dream again. Dazed, he sat down on the floor and let his legs dangle over the edge of the platform. “Isn't that dangerous?” Trunks smiled a little. “Not if you can fly.” Thiorni did not answer. Trunks felt that she was looking at him. "I'll tell you. As far as I know." Trunks took heart and turned to her. "My father Vegeta was a Saiyajin. He was born. He comes from a planet that is far away ..." And Trunks told her about Vegeta, Songoku and all the others who were long dead. Bulma had told him a lot from then and now he passed on his knowledge. Then he explained to Thiorni what the fluid of every living being is and why it could fly. She listened intently and hung on every word that left his lips. "... and that's why we still live here." Trunks finally ended. Meanwhile the moon was high in the sky. It was very late.Nobody said anything for a long time. " I admire you !" said Thiorni then. "All this burden that you have to carry around with you, knowing that you are far stronger than anyone else, still too weak for the cyborgs ..." Trunks was silent. “I couldn't do that.” Thironi looked at him. “But you're not a whole person.” She moved a bit closer to him and put her hand on his. Trunks winced but still said nothing. " I like you !" she said softly. Trunks turned to her slightly. He didn't think he heard right. "But how can you ..." Thiorni looked at him. “Yes?” “How can you like me?” Thironi makes a frightened face. “What do you mean?” Trunks was visibly embarrassed. "You are so ... so ... beautiful." He looked at her pained. "I hardly dare touch you because you are so beautiful. In a world like this you are like an angel." He looked away. Thironi eyed him intensely. Then she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before Trunks realized what she was up to."Nobody has ever said anything like that to me!" she whispered. Trunks blushed, but turned back to her. "Then tell me about yourself!" he answered. He could hardly believe it himself! He dared to make a claim! But Thiorni smiled (Trunks melted at the sight) and sat even closer to Trunks. "Ok, then I'll tell you about myself. I was born and raised in this town. I went to school down there ..." Thiorni points into the darkness. Trunks, for his part, now listened to their stories, which were strangely fascinating for him, who had grown up with auras, Saiyajins and the like from an early age. He dared to lean on her a little.