So, since I was gone the last few days, now comes the second part :)!




Trunks ran into his room furiously and slammed the door behind him. With a small tear still on his cheek, he threw himself on his bed and buried his face in his pillow. * What does he have against me? What? * He tried doggedly to remember when his father smiled once, but tried in vain. No, he had never seen his father smile, not even to his mother! How long should it go on like this? He couldn't take it much longer, no! But what should he do?


After thinking about it for a while, he finally got up, packed his training gear in his backpack, shouldered it and left his room. He wanted to go to training. Outside. Alone. Without anyone.


But then he met his father and mother just outside the front door, as they were arguing angrily with each other. He quickly hid around the corner and listened intently to the argument.

"What's that supposed to mean, Vegeta?" poisoned Bulma. "You have already understood me, woman! And now finally stop annoying me with the kid." "Annoying? Oh, I'm annoying you with your own son, yes? Is it too much to ask him a little more respect "BE CALM! He's not worth it, he's ... a milk boy!" "No way, he's more worth than you when you behave like that." "Pfh!" Vegeta leaned against it the front door and crossed her arms dominantly over her chest. "When Trunks was born, you were completely different, you were happy to have a son! And now?" Bulma looked defiantly at Vegeta. “Could I already know then that he would be such a wimp?” “DON'T CALL OUR SON THAT!” “I CALL HIM AS I WANT!” Vegeta slowly lost her composure (does he even have a G?) And now stepped up to Bulma. "I'll never speak to you again if you keep him wriggling like that!" she said suddenly much more calmly."Well then, be quiet! I prefer it anyway!" replied Vegeta briskly. Both now stepped side by side and with quick steps down the corridor, arrived at two doors, one on the right and one on the left. They looked at each other again and then said bitchily to the other: "Nice!" and disappeared through the doors, Bulma in the right, Vegeta in the left.


Trunks stood there on the corner and didn't know what to do. He was lucky they didn't see him hurrying down the aisle, but he wanted to get in between! They argued because of him, only because of him!


First he stood in front of the front door for a few seconds, but then resolutely opened it and let it slam behind him. With accelerated steps he walked across the lawn of the CC until he reached the street.


It couldn't go on like this! He had to go, get away from here. Train, offer your father an equal opponent! And he wouldn't come back before that, no!Not until he was satisfied with himself !!! He ran even faster down the street until he reached the park. There it withdrew into a large and dense bush and from there flew high over the city. He wanted to go to the nearby forest, nobody would find him there anytime soon, except for his father. But he wouldn't be looking for him anyway!


Sad and lost in thought, he soon saw the forest looming in front of him in the distance and accelerated his speed even more.




5 hours later in the CC:


Bulma had been looking for Trunks for quite a while. She had searched all over the CC, but to no avail. She was starting to get worried because it was 11 p.m. after all!


Vegeta was meanwhile, how could it be otherwise, in the GR and once again trained like a man possessed. He was working on his new fighting technique at 800G and was very angry when suddenly Bulma burst in and he had to reduce the gravity to 1G."What do you want?" "Have you seen Trunks?" Bulma asked with a concerned expression. Vegeta looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Should I? Besides, I thought you weren't talking to me anymore! Or am I wrong?" Bulma's face took on an angry expression. "Gosh, this is about Trunks! Or should I have asked you by writing it down on a piece of paper?" "Wouldn't do any good, I can't read this human writing anyway!" Vegeta got a towel that on one Hook hung and used it to dry his sweaty face. "Maybe he'll be Goth with this failure!" he finally said. "No, I called! Goten isn't home at all, said Chi-Chi. I haven't seen him all day, maybe something happened to him!" Bulma looked at Vegeta with wide eyes. This put the towel around his shoulders and looked at Bulma questioningly, then he understood. "Oh no, I'm not looking for him! It's your own fault if he flies away!"" Vegeta, please! Give yourself a jerk. "" No, I said. The coward should see for herself how he comes home. "Bulma went closer to Vegeta and looked at him with strangely shining eyes." I just don't believe you that your son means nothing to you! It just can't be. "Vegeta took a step back." I ... don't look for him. And don't look at me like that! "He added as Bulma's eyes grew bigger and more pleading.


But she didn’t let up and kept talking to him until he finally mumbled: "All right, I’m looking for him. For once, believe me, Bulma !!!" She was grinning up to her ears and kissing the Saiyajin the cheek. “Yeah, okay!” Sullen he left the GR and changed.


"Hm ... why did I let this woman get me around? I don't care what happens to Trunks ... right? Of course! Oh man, soon I can say> Vegeta, you are too good." for this world <. "(Don't worry, that will probably never happen ^^) he nagged to himself while he put on a fresh tracksuit and marched out of the house.He looked into the darkness of the night. The stars glittered brightly in the sky and a light breeze blew through his black mane. * I can't feel his aura ... he probably deleted it! Then why did he run away? About ..... because of .... me? * Doubts arose in him and he suddenly felt bad. A little confused about this feeling pushed off the ground and roared through the warm evening air along the starry sky.


Where should he look first? He did not know. Trunks could be anywhere! As he flew, he kept wondering why his son had run away and whether it was because of him. But what annoyed him the most was the fact that he felt guilty and his conscience was pinching.


It started to rain, first light, warmed drops, then it got stronger, until it finally started to rain very intensely. Warm drops fell on Vegeta's cheeks. It wasn't uncomfortable because it was still very warm and so he gratefully let the rain run down his body and thought about where Trunks might be.When he couldn't come to a conclusion where to look now, he tried to imagine where he would be going himself in such a situation. * So ... if I had run away because of my father ... Nonsense! You don't even know if he ran away because of you. But ... suppose, because of my father, then ... I would ... um ... want to distract myself with training or something. But where do you go? * As he puzzled over it, he suddenly felt a small spark from Trunks aura and startled out of his thoughts. Where did that come from? He looked frantically into the darkness. There! His son's aura again, this time it lasted longer. He was probably training! It came from ... the forest! Yes, Trunks had to be in the woods.


Without thinking twice, he shot at it until it hovered over him and his feet almost touched the treetops. He had to be here somewhere ...




Trunks was breathing hard. With soaked clothes he stood in a small clearing in the forest and looked at the ground.He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate to meditate, but to no avail. He could hardly concentrate, half because of the rain, half because of his father.


Desperately, he wiped the wet strands of hair off his face and stared at the sky. The previously starry sky now had a few clouds that let their rain fall over the land. Slowly he shivered a little, but he ignored it. He would never get stronger like that! How was he supposed to get home like that? He couldn't show himself like that, no !!! Trunks dropped to his knees and angrily buried his fingers in the wet grass. *What should I do? What only? * And then suddenly he heard someone land on the grass behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. He knew that aura. It was his father! Why hadn't he felt it? Was that how his thoughts were? Slowly he got up, turned and looked into his father's cold eyes.



Sequel follows......