*** Well, did you miss me? That's why there's now the 5th part - whether you want it or not! I also have a little question: Does anyone still know FaFis about Oob ??? Please report! And now have fun reading, your P. ***








Oob sat bored on his bed. It was raining outside. In weather like this he just didn't feel like training, especially not alone. Normally he would have trained with Pan, but Trunks had invited her to dinner and that was probably more important to her.


Oob all this fuss about Trunks was getting on my nerves. Pan didn't have time for him at all and when she did, she kept talking about Trunks. Trunks here, Trunks there, Trunks is so cute, and so on ... Oob, this constant rapture really got on the laces. Also: What was special about Trunks? Maybe she liked him because he was a Saya-jin like her, but that can't be all that matters.Had Pan forgotten what they had? Trunks could never be what Oob was to Pan. No way! But it didn't help to tell yourself that. Oob didn't even know what he was to her. A good friend? At the moment it felt like he didn't give a shit to Pan. At that thought, everything in him tightened. His stomach hurt and his head pounded. He stumbled into the kitchen to get a painkiller. Once there, he sank into a chair, exhausted and completely depressed.


At that moment, Son Goku entered the kitchen. He had wanted to get something to eat. He looked at Oob in amazement. "What are you doing here, kid? You and Pan didn't want to train. Oob shrugged.


"Hm," said Son Goku, got a large portion of rice from the refrigerator, put it in the microwave, switched it on (*** a miracle that he can even operate the thing! ***) and sat down Oob at the table.

"Has she gone with Trunks?" The Saya-jin suddenly asked.


Oob nodded.


"It bothers you, doesn't it?" Son Goku pressed on.


"What?" Replied Oob, annoyed.


"That Pan meets with Trunks."


The young mohawk looked embarrassed at the floor. "I don't care," he said, but it didn't sound very believable. Inside, Oob knew it was a lie. He didn't care. He didn't care at all.


"You fell in love with her, am I right?"


Son Goku's words made Oob fall from the clouds. "W ... w ... what?" He stuttered confused. What should he answer? He didn't really know himself. "You ..." he began "She is my best friend. I love her, but ..." How could he put it?


Son Goku came to his aid. "You don't know if this love is more than just amicable."


Oob nodded his head in agreement.


"Listen to me, Oob!", Said Son Goku and looked his counterpart in the eye. "No matter how you feel about her, don't lose her.You won't find something like Pan again. "


Like ringing the bell at the end of a church service, the high-pitched "bing" of the microwave sounded. Without a word, Son Goku got up, grabbed his food and disappeared from the room.




Frustrated, Oob sat at the discotheque bar and tipped one pin after the other. His thoughts swirled around his head like bees, giving him another headache. He desperately tried to suppress it with another sip of whiskey. Vain. All the drinking only made him dizzy and the headache worsened.


'Pan', he thought painfully, 'What have I done that I have to be punished like that?'


Oob seriously wondered if he was to blame for the whole thing. He must have done something wrong. Only what? Maybe he should just go over to Trunks' and pulverize him. Yes, he should! The alcohol had completely clouded Oob's senses.He actually thought of killing his beloved friend's boyfriend. As absurd as it sounds, at that moment it seemed to Oob the right thing to do. And who knows what else he would have done if not ... "Another Whischky, bidde!" Slurred Oob and the bartender put another pin on the counter. Oob tipped it down in one gulp. The last thing he saw was the dirty face of the gleefully grinning bartender. Then his eyes went black.








*** So, that's woa a 'time. I'm sorry that the parts are always so short, but that's more exciting, I think ... (?) I also write soooooooooooo quickly - if you want. (?) Until then, your P. ***