Hello you fanficts authors!


I named myself LegendofTrunks because Trunks is my absolute favorite character at DBZ and DBGT. I hope you like my FFs and I can soon create a small fan base around me and belong to your FF community myself. I wish you a lot of fun with my stories and hope that they will be rewarded with many comments. In my opinion it is better to write a few but long and well thought-out FFs so I want to start with DragonballNG. The NG stands for Next Generation and it should essentially be about the time after Goku and Vegeta's death. I ask you to read over any wrong age or year information. Here is a short legend:




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So have fun and you can also count on comments from my side !!!!!!!





DragenballNG1




A small, warm light steel breaks through the window pane of a modern home. He crawls down the wall and along the velvety floor. Then he "climbs" on the edge of the bed and kisses the cheek of a young woman who is still slumbering. She wakes up from the warmth it radiates. She smiles because her first look, of the young day, catches a couple of birds on the windowsill. Visibly in a good mood, she sits up in bed and stretches to get the tiredness out of her limbs. Then she moves to the edge of the bed and lets her feet sink to the floor. The thick woolen socks hardly seem to crush the silky surface when the young woman gets up and slips into 2 blue slippers. She walks a few meters across the room, always along the bottom edge of the bed, to a closet. She opens it carefully and takes out a snow-white dressing gown. She throws it over and looks across the room.Warm pastel tones and a large window make the room look extremely warm. Your gaze falls on the bed, which is a double bed. On the left-hand side of her, where the window is, she lies. On her right there is a dent in the mattress that seems to be quite fresh. In fact, she is still warm when she strokes it with her flawless hand. Whoever was lying here doesn't seem to have awakened long. As she walks towards the door, she looks in the mirror on her left. A young, open-minded woman with well-groomed brown hair and a toned body that looks very feminine in spite of it, as well as friendly brown eyes look back at her. She seems to be satisfied with her reflection in the mirror and that's why she crosses the doorstep into the long hallway. As she quietly closes the door behind her, familiar noises penetrate her ear. From the lower floor you can hear softly how coffee is being made and dishes rattle, and you can also hear how one slice of toast after the other comes out of the toaster.She heads for the stairs. After a few meters she stops because she smells the smell of fried bacon. Again she looks through the corridor with a smile.


She sees ocher-yellow walls and a ceiling of the same color. On the walls there are many photos that show all people who are familiar to her. When she has walked a few meters further, she stops in front of an orange door. There are doodles and lots of pictures attached to it. With a soft creak, she opens this door and in front of her is the familiar sight of a small, almost square room. Like the bedroom, it is kept in warm pastel tones and this room also has a large window. Directly in front of this is a tiny bed. A silk, colorful veil decorates the light blue children's bed. It's quite warm in the room and that's why she sneaks to the window to open it wide. The smell of flowers and the scent of cherry blossoms soon fills the room.The young woman looks into the bed. A sleeping baby in a blue romper suit lies in it and sleeps. Only a pale purple curl peeks out from under a tiny cap. The woman smiles inadvertently and I have to force me to leave the room quietly. As she is about to leave the room, she accidentally steps on a kind of doll made of soft green fabric. It is supposed to represent a dragon with a ball in its mouth and she carefully places it on the huge pile of toys that are in a corner, ready to hand when the youngest member of the family needs to play. After closing the door behind her, she continues down the hallway. When she reached the top of a staircase and just wanted to go down, she made another decision. She walks all the way down the hall and opens another door that is just in front of another window in the hallway.A rectangular and larger room than the one before spreads out before her, still sleepy eyes. The walls and the ceiling are white, especially the walls are taped with posters. In addition to a few cupboards and a chest of drawers, there is also a large bed in this room, in which there is a healthy mess. Only a single foot and a sleeping face peep out from under the many different pillows and a large blanket. It is the face of a girl about 15 years old. She has short brown hair that uncontrollably covers a large part of the young face. With a proud expression, the young woman's gaze wanders over to a glass cabinet. Numerous trophies and certificates are there and testify to the many successes of the young life of the person who is still deeply slumbering there. A low mangle growl causes the woman to leave this room and finally to go towards the kitchen. As she goes down the stairs, her gaze is directed again to a wall full of pictures.Only happy faces can be seen and quite bizarre figures appear. But even these do not seem to be strangers to the young mother. When she arrives at the bottom of the stairs, she has the choice of either going into the bathroom first or into the kitchen first. When she is halfway to the bathroom, a telephone rings in the kitchen. The woman turns to the kitchen with interest and hears someone getting up from a chair, who seems to be putting down a newspaper. After the 4th ring, this person picks up the receiver and receives the conversation in a clear male voice.




"Briefs, Trunks on the line".




Although the young woman feels a bit shabby, she decides to overhear the conversation. She presses her ear to the kitchen door and cannot hear anything at first. After a short time she hears a chair being moved and a person falling into it. Still nothing can be heard from the person who introduced himself with Trunks, until after about 2 minutes only one



"Well then, Goten, you know if you need anything or anyone who you can come to, yes?".




Can be heard. Goths? This is not an unknown name for her, but the voice of Trunks surprised her a little. When she hears a click, indicating that the phone has been hung up, she enters the large, bright kitchen. A young, good-looking man with light purple hair is sitting on a chair. His head is on the kitchen tiles. She looks around with a questioning look. Hadn't Trunks noticed her? When she looks at him again, he looks up too. His otherwise beautiful eyes are expressionless. Just before Trunks opened her mouth, she thought she saw a single tear in his eyes. Then Trunks only breathes those terrible words that the young family will have to deal with in the next few days:




"Honey, Goten just called, I regret to tell you that Son Goku passed away last night ............................... ............ ".





So I hope you like my first FF and of course I will submit the next part soon. Please don't be surprised if you read ss. That should be there. I have 2 PCs here at home. One is broken at the moment and my replacement has an American keyboard on which there is no eszet, so wherever ss is written it should actually be eszet. But that will change again soon !! So I hope for a lot of comments! ;-)