Preface:


Sooo, finally! Many of you will think, but I didn't have the time, I'm working on a Star Wars FF! and I write German ZK on Wednesday, help, I'm the full looser in German! What am i doing I know I'll write an FF to my teacher ... he'll kill me! (figuratively meant!) I talk too much again, but I feel like it! On the radio comes I'll be missing you from Puff Daddy ..... it's awesome! Well, while I hear the song finish, you can read it! Have fun!




Someone showed up in front of Trunks. This person looked familiar to him, he knew this aura and yet, he couldn't do anything with the appearance. "Hello Trunks! Don't look like a doused poodle, look like shit, and get your hair cut again!" grinned Goten, who was happy to see his best buddy again. But he still felt the need to find out what drew him back here. "Goten? Is that really you?Man, you've changed! But it looks really awesome! Where have you been for so long? "Trunks asked slowly." I was training. How do I see you too! But I'll tell you everything later, I still have to do something, I'll be in touch! "Said Goten and with these words he had already flown away. The others had also noticed this aura, but they recognized it and let Goten rest, after all, a 19 year old had to know what he was doing himself.


Goten just flew around. His subconscious magically drew him to a place where he had spent many wonderful hours. He recognized the lake, the pasture, everything. But who had he been here with? Somebody had been here with him, that much was certain, but who had she been? He couldn't figure it out, his memory seemed to be obliterated at this point. He didn't know why. He had forgotten a lot, but almost everything had returned when he was with Trunks. Just this one memory, it was missing. Why?Did it have something to do with that one person she was hanging out with? He did not know. But he wanted to find out. He landed gently on the soft grass of the clearing. With slow, hesitant steps he went towards the pasture. He was careful, as if something terrible was waiting for him under this willow. He hesitated before stepping under the branches. He stepped slowly towards the trunk. He was old. But something was carved into him. There was a heart to be recognized and he guessed its name. There was something else next to it, but it could no longer be deciphered. He could remember the night he carved this into the trunk. He had also scratched another name and 4ever, but he couldn't think of the name anymore. He vaguely remembered her figure, but no face matched it. None. There remained a dark stain among many other dark stains in his memory of this person. His hands were in the pockets of his white sweatpants.It was still one of the Flying Angels. With a black belt. A capsule from Bulma was in a pocket. He took it out and weighed it in his hand. Should he throw it? Should he look into the pocket in which many memories were buried? Why not? What did he have to lose? You can't lose anything that you don't know what it is! He pressed the button and tossed the capsule on the floor. A black training bag appeared. He knelt beside her and opened the zipper. At the top was a white linen bag. He picked it up. He remembered that there was something of his memory in it. But what was it? Would it solve the riddle? He undid the knot of the string that closed the bag. He turned it upside down. A ring and chain fell on the palm of his hand. He looked at her in amazement. The chain had meant something special to him, a long time ago. The ring too. He had given the ring to someone, that person had given this ring back to him. Why?He finally wanted clarity, but how? He brooded. His gaze fell into the still open gym bag. There was a letter on his belongings. A letter with his name on it. He took the letter. It still gave off the soft spring scent she had always worn. How did it know it was her scent? Did he remember? He slowly opened the envelope and took out the letter. It was a fragrant paper. He read through the letter. Rika? Who was Rika? Had he been with her? It was a long time ago. A picture, a picture of him and Rika? Maybe then he would remember her again. Was she sorry for what she said? What about piccolo she had said? Why did she think she was going to hurt him? He had to find out, he finally didn't want to be troubled by these questions anymore. He put the things back in the bag and put them back in the capsule. He put the capsule back in his pocket. He looked around. There were so many memories for him in this place.Memories of a person whose face was gone. He slowly floated off the ground. He wanted to go home, to his room, to look for the picture that SHE had swept off the table. Why? He didn't know, but he would find out what it would cost. Yet another question arose during the flight. Why did he leave his home planet and his friends? If his questions weren't cleared up in his room, he would ask one of them, but who? Piccolo? No, he has no idea about that! Trunks? He had looked stupid himself when he showed up again. Marron, no, he quickly dismissed this thought, he couldn't talk to girls. His father? No, he doesn't have a clue of anything like that. Slowly but surely, he came to the conclusion that only one person could answer his questions. From this mysterious Rika. Only from her would he get all the answers. He arrived. He entered the house through the front door.He tossed his capsule on the dresser and walked slowly on. He passed the kitchen where ChiChi was just about to put Goku down because he was nibbling again. Suddenly Goku turned away and saw his son who had watched the short drama. He grinned. He looked just like him. The hairstyle, the eyes .... ChiChi was still scolding when she turned around and looked at her son. She gasped for breath. ChiChi wants to run towards him, but she was held back by Goku. Goten goes on up the stairs to his room. He found it just as he had left it. There were still pieces of glass on the floor, but the picture was back on the bedside table. He picked it up and looked at it. She was pretty. Her green eyes laughed, she laughed like her whole face. He had held her in his arms. She had put her arms around his neck. Slowly he remembered that day. Trunks had made a stupid saying about Piccolo and they had laughed to death.It wasn't actually funny, just stupid, but so stupid that it was laughable again. He put the picture back and collapsed on his bed. He looked at the ceiling and thought of the girl that was in this picture. He had a picture of her now and knew what she looked like, but nothing more. He felt that he knew in his heart, that he knew all the answers to his questions, but why?




A wormhole opened over a skyscraper and a slim young woman jumped out. She was pretty, her eyes were shining, she was smiling. But behind this facade hid a torn heart. It hurt, she guessed why, but she certainly didn't know. She had changed a lot, she had grown up, not only on the outside, but also on the inside. She had become more serious, thought more. She flew slowly to a small apartment where she kept her things that she had left behind.She got there unnoticed. She got a bag and then disappeared again. She didn't know why she was leaving, but she moved it to another place. To a place she came to by chance. There she had also left someone she missed sorely. Did he remember her? Would he recognize her again? Had he changed? Questions with no answers. There were more questions that tormented her, but she pushed them away. Actually she wanted to stay here, but she was drawn to him. She felt that he was there. But did he want her again? After what she'd done, why should he? What did she do anyway? She had no idea! She thinks back to her dreams again. They were recurring dreams, always with the same person. Always with the guy with black hair and black eyes. She took a sweater out of her pocket. She smelled it. He smelled of him, it was his smell that she had sorely missed. She hadn't seen him in a year.Had he found someone else? If so, there was nothing she could do, it was his decision. She wanted him back, she still loved him. She loved him more than she did then. She remembered an argument, but only dimly. Had he forgiven her for her words? She landed back on the skyscraper. She put her bag down and removed her DV from her belt. She looked through the memory of the coordinates. There were the coordinates. There was a name next to it and a heart. She figured it was hard to make the right decision. She decided to do it. She held up her hand slowly. Poured some energy into the DV. A bright beam appeared. A wormhole opened. She felt the strong energy of the wormhole. He and the others had to feel it too. Assuming the coordinates were correct. She tossed her bag into the wormhole, then jumped after it. She felt the tingling sensation that she loved so much. She felt her heart beat faster, she would see him again soon. Soon.Then she saw the end of the wormhole. Her bag fell hard to the floor. It fell as if from the sky, but it landed gently, like a cat, on the ground. She felt several kis coming towards her. It was her old friends. Trunks, Marron, Bra, Pan, Goku, Videl, Gohan, Vegeta (what does he want?), Piccolo and Kuririn. Smiling, she turned in their direction. She felt the joy rise in her. Joy of seeing friends again. She closed her eyes and looked for a particular ki, but she couldn't find it. 'Bastard!' she thought to herself and had to grin.




All landed. They saw the figure. She undoubtedly was. But she had grown prettier and more mature. She was no longer the girlie they had met then. She had also gotten stronger. "Hi guys! How are you?" she asked with a smile on her face. "Fine, and you?" Piccolo asked back. "Thank you!" She said. "Is it really you Rika?" asked Marron. "Hello Marron!Yes, it's me, I've missed you so much! "Said Rika and hugged her friend. Everyone slowly