Hi, now I'm already torturing you with the next chapter! Nevertheless, I ask you to read on. And I would be very happy about your comments.


PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!! ^ _ ^


! Danger! If there are any similarities with other FanFics, I apologize. But since I don't know all of the fan fics, I can't know whether there are any parallels. I always try to write around it.


I also use the German names for the Charas, because most of them certainly don't get along well with the Japanese.






What happened in the last chapter: Trunks has a bad feeling. He remembers what happened a few days ago.






Chapter 2: Encounter with Consequences (or: Who are you?)




The students in the class looked up to see a pretty girl, 17 or 18 years old, smiling again. She had long, black hair that was slightly wavy, and you could see shades of black to light blue in her eyes.There was a mysterious look in it, barely interpreting. Around his neck was a chain with a strange shape.


Now the girl, or rather the young woman, continued: "I have only just moved to this city and unfortunately I don't know my way around very well. So far I haven't gone to school either, I've had private lessons, so I'm happy to be here . "Restlessness returned to the class. Everyone was talking at once. The teacher tried in vain to calm her down. Here and there you could hear fragments of conversation from the crowd: "Wow, she looks good!", "Your parents are probably filthy rich if she has had private lessons."


In his place, already lost in thought, sat Trunks and thought tensely. He was very little aware of the events that were taking place up front. He couldn't explain why some of the girls turned green with anger and the boys looked like hungry wolves.(I know ^^!) Why, what interested his classmates? He looked up indifferently. There was the reason for the theater ...


"REST !!!", the teacher finally lost control, "What's the noise? We're still at school. Young lady, take a seat next to Mr. Briefs. Since he's always thinking otherwise wherever it roams around in the universe, just not here, it will hardly be able to disturb you. "With a reproachful look he looked at the boy, who apparently really seemed to be somewhere else.


Shiori now slowly went to her assigned place. You could still see the amazement, jealousy, enthusiasm and longing in the faces of the other students. (I can't believe I'm writing something like that!)


After the girl sat down, the teacher took up the floor again: "I'm happy that you are all so happy about your new classmate, but now we're going to continue with the material. A test was announced for today."There was a general groan in the air. The teacher looked at Shiori. She raised her head and listened to what he had to say:" Unfortunately I don't know how far you are in the material, so I won't rate your test. But do your best anyway, try to answer the questions as well as possible. "Shiori nodded slightly and the exercise sheets were passed through the rows.


Another groaning, rustling, wild erasing and scribbling, again ... dead silence. This game had been repeated for a quarter of an hour. Trunks was just writing the last sentence when he unconsciously looked to the side. He paused ... Shiori sat calmly in her seat. The writing sheet and the exercise sheet lying on the side and the ballpoint pen next to it. She sat lost in thought, not a peep. Her eyes unemotional ... cold ... empty. What was she thinking about? How could a person or any other living being have such a blank look?


Trunks unconscious thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the teacher stepped in front of Shiori's table and looked at her blankly: "Even if you can't, you should at least try and not give up after a quarter of an hour."

What was that? Something flashed in the girl's eyes. Was that about ...? Yes, it had to be like that, Trunks knew that expression too well to be wrong. The same look, his father had it, he had it and also the sons - Goku, Gohan, Goten - had this look ... the look of a warrior. Flames spread in her eyes. (do not imagine figuratively! ^^) Yes, her fighting spirit was awakened. She became calmer - like a big cat, about to kill the game. Her eyes lit up, now it was time to strike.


“But listen, I'm already done!", Shiori shouted indignantly, "I already solved these measly tasks when I was 10 years old!" How dare he? He had made her proud with this remark. With the last of her strength and with the little common sense that the anger over this shameless insult was not yet overwhelmed, she managed to hold back. Controlled and yet energetic, she reached for work, held it under the astonished man's nose and spoke ominously calmly and slowly so that he could understand every word well: "This is your work.Take a look, I don't think you'll find a single mistake. "


The teacher, shocked by the unexpected outburst of anger, carefully reached for the sheet of paper that Shiori held out to him. Trembling, he took the work to himself. He hadn't seen an outbreak like this since that fateful day. Oh yes, he would remember this one for a lifetime. Mrs. Bulma Briefs had to go to a meeting and so her husband (I know Bulma and Bejita are not married, but they still behave like that ^ _ ~) came to parents' evening. He couldn't remember what the trigger was, but the effects were devastating. The classroom had to be completely rebuilt and the adjoining rooms had one more passage. The costs were enormous, if the good Mrs. Briefs hadn't helped a little financially (* g *), the school would not have been able to buy any materials due to lack of money, which would have meant the closure.Fortunately, no people were injured. This man was a walking disaster, his wife really doesn't need a bodyguard. At that time he had vowed never to organize a parents' evening again if Mrs. Briefs (Bulma) was not also present, only she could tame this man.


The teacher finally woke up from his daydreams and looked over at Trunks, who had long since sunk into his thoughts again: * Whoever may have heard this strange aura does not bode well. There are guaranteed to be heavy fights again and that means that I have to train more. And that with my father too. That means a few more broken ribs after the training bouts. *, he sighed briefly.


That was enough, not only that he was ignored by this boy, NO, now he doesn't even notice when his teacher was standing in front of him. In a rage he slapped the table: "Mr. Briefs, WAKE UP !!!"Trunks looked at him in amazement. A little more cautiously, remembering the boy's father, he then asked:" Are you finished, can I take your work with me to check it? "Trunks nodded and pointed to the sheet next to him. The teacher grabbed his student's work and went back to the front of the teacher's desk.


Trunks and Shiori went back to their thoughts, although those of the girl probably kept obscure.


After another quarter of an hour, the teacher looked up in amazement. He held up both papers and you could see that both students got full marks. “Congratulations, you both passed the test with flying colors!” He walked through the rows and put the two sheets of paper on the table for Shiori and Trunks. The other students, who had been brooding over their work until now, looked up. Again it got restless, again everyone said confused: "Did you notice that?", "As good as Trunks? That's impossible", "Who is she?"," She has to be really smart if she can keep up with Trunks. "


Shiori, however, looked indifferently at the sheet of paper. Trunks looked at his work in amazement and then at the girl on the bench next to him. Suddenly, as if awakened from a dream, the expression on her face changed. From mysterious, indifferent and unemotional to embarrassment. Apparently she had only just noticed now that everyone was staring at her. A touch of pink formed on her cheeks and she tried to smile.


* I think I was wrong about that. She is an ordinary girl who might look a little strange at times. Since I first felt this weird aura, I've just gotten too scared. The best thing to do is to distract myself with something. Does Goten feel like fighting today? His father takes a lot of abuse in training. (when he's not swinging ^^) *




Finally ... school was out! Like every day, Trunks ran as fast as it was normal for a person (as fast as he could, would be very inappropriate ^ _ ~) from the school building to the next side street.He was about to lift off the floor when he stopped short. Shiori stood in front of him and looked at him as shocked as he did at her. They remained in this rigidity for half an eternity until the young half-Saiyajin finally took heart and asked hesitantly: "What are you doing here? You shouldn't even be in such a narrow side street during the day, a lot can happen there." The girl looked confused, but immediately recovered: "I'm on my way home and I can take care of myself very well! What are you doing here anyway?" I can defend myself very well in contrast to you. "He grinned thoughtfully. "It's none of your business where I go to get to my apartment. I can defend myself just as well, if not better!" Shiori was getting more and more angry. Trunks, on the other hand, had had enough of arguing, even if it was fun (what does that remind you of?^^), he was hungry and on an empty stomach it was not easy to quarrel. So he decided to scratch the curve as quickly as possible (I'm slowly getting to colloquial language, Gomen!) And therefore replied calmly: "If you think so, I'll just find another way." He ran and turned the corner , into the next side street and finally took off.


Shiori was still staring in amazement at the corner this strange boy had just turned. * Really a crazy guy. I hope not