So here is the second part ... I took my time, but it came a lot faster than you would have expected, didn't it? ;O)




As I said: I look forward to all comments, criticism, suggestions for improvement or praise: o)


I hope that the second part was a little better than the first: o)


Please send suggestions for improvement to birgit.rossmann@chello. at; o) * I would be happy *: O)




Oh well. Enough of long talk; o) ..


Have fun while reading!


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Trunks had serious problems with the blouse. The buttons just wouldn't and wouldn't open.


'It can't be that difficult to get this fumble up,' Trunks thought, annoyed, and was on the verge of having a tantrum. But he couldn't do that because there was a knock on the window.


Trunks looked a little confused at the window, and what he saw there he really would not have expected: A Son-Goth who crumbled at the sight of Trunks.

"What's that to laugh about?" Trunks growled and suddenly blushed.


"You've changed your outfit, haven't you?" Son-Goten answered cheekily and pointed to the pink ruffled blouse.


“Really, very funny! What are you doing here? "Asked Trunks who was still convulsively opening his blouse.


Son-Goten flew through the window and landed in the middle of the room.


“The teacher sent me to see if you're sick, after all you're over an hour late, Trunks! But as I see you are doing fine! ". A mischievous grin spread across Son-Goten's face.


,, If you continue like this, YOU will soon no longer be fine! Better help me out of this mess! "Trunks replied irritably.


,,Nothing easier than that! ". Son-Goten strode towards the desperate Trunks with a barely noticeable grin.


boing ... boing ... boing ... One button after the other landed on the floor.,,Are you crazy? It was my mom's favorite blouse! "." I thought I should help you? .. ". "You should too, but there was no talk of a blouse-tearing-off campaign! "." Better be glad that you are finally free of this killer blouse! ". Son-Goten had to grin again.


Trunks didn't go into the matter further and grabbed his dark blue t-shirt. After he had put it on, he took Son-Goten by the arm and ran down so quickly that Son-Goten could only dangle horizontally behind him.


When he got downstairs, he grabbed his jacket and flew out of the house.


,,Oh. Son-Goths, I didn't see you coming? "." Oh, hello Mrs. Briefs! " greeted Son-Goths Bulma.


"Are you coming today?" Came the voice of Trunks. "All right, I'm coming, you blouse hero!" replied the person addressed and flew out of the kitchen.


,, But trunks! Your school ..... ". But it was too late, Trunks and Goten were long gone.Bulma sighed and fell on the chair. "1 .... 2 .... 3 .......... 10" counted Bulma.


In the next instant, Trunks came rushing through the door.


,, MOM! My schoolbag! ". Bulma handed him the school bag and was about to tell him to be more careful when Trunks flew out again.


"I will probably never teach him ..." Bulma sighed and began to prepare a "small" snack for Vegeta. "After his training he will be hungry for sure ..."




After a few seconds, Trunks caught up with Goten again. ,, But now, quickly! What do we have for an hour now? ". ,,Maths!" said Goten curtly and began to grin.


,,MATHS? That can't be true ... Strudel will kill me! "Trunks whined while slowing down a little. (Note: Strudel is the strict math teacher. His real name is Alfred Strudelrau)


Trunks hated math. No.He hated the vortex! It almost seemed as if Herr Strudelrau was after Trunks. In every math lesson he whipped around on him.


"Now don't get skeptical right away, he'll surely understand your problems with the pink blouse!" Goten grinned cheekily at Trunks.


Trunks got a little angry and accelerated his pace so much that Goten stayed way behind him.


After a short time, the Orange High School was already visible. Since Gohan became a famous scientist, Vegeta and Bulma agreed to send their son to the same school.


Or rather just Bulma. Vegeta didn't care a bit where his son went to school or not. There were only two thoughts in his head: defeating Kakarott and training. That was pretty much what he lived for, except for his friends & family. But he would never admit that. His pride wouldn't allow that! No! He had to stand firm and continue to train persistently.'One day ... yes. One day the time will come. Then I will defeat Kakarott! ' Vegeta thought to himself day after day before his training. Even before going to sleep, those were the last thoughts that roamed through his head.




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What can Trunks expect at school? Will Mr. Strudelrau show mercy or show himself from his worst side again?


You will find out everything in the next part; o)




To be continued ... against comments of course * fg *; o)