On a very foggy autumn day, Songoten and Trunks flew to school together. It was still very early and still dark. Trunks looked so strange the whole way, which Songoten didn't miss, although Trunks hadn't really wanted to show anything. Now he toasts songotes:




Tell me what you want, Songoten, but I think someone is secretly following us all along.




Songoten looked at him in amazement because he couldn't feel any strange aura anywhere. Trunks noticed that Songoten doesn't take him seriously and said:




Make an effort, Songoten! Can't you really feel anything at all?




Songoten did what Trunks told him, but no matter how hard he tried and concentrated he could neither feel a force, nor an aura, nor anything strange.




Trunks, you have to imagine that, because with the best will in the world I can't find anything.



Trunks looked critically at Songoten and then said:




I can't imagine anything like that. I can clearly feel an alien force. It may not be overly strong, but it is here and it is following us!




Songoten swallowed hard.




Don't look at me so scary, Trunks, your look is really scary! And besides, we have flown far too much. We have to land now before anyone sees us!




Trunks nodded.




Right, I almost forgot! Nobody should know that we are Sayajins, that would be a shock to humanity!




The boys landed skillfully on the street floor to walk the rest of the way to school. Since they left earlier than usual today, there weren't any people on this side street, so nobody could have seen them either. And thanks to this extreme fog, the view is not exactly ideal either. Trunks exhales with relief.



Lucky! Something like that shouldn't happen to us again!




The two marched side by side in silence. It was only a few hundred meters to the rest area when Trunks suddenly stops, frightened.




“What about you?” Asked Songoten.




"A shadow passed me," Trunks said stiffly. "I could even feel it, it was so terribly cold, yuck!"




Of course, Songoten had neither seen nor felt anything and said:




So slowly I'm starting to worry seriously. Did you sleep or eat too little? Are you sick? Hold on, let me check your temperature!




Songoten wants to put his hand on Trunks' forehead, but Trunks grabs it angrily and grumbles:




Why can't you just believe me ??? I...




WHAT !!! This time the cold shadow flitted directly over the heads of the two boys.Trunks looked into Songoten's now shocked face and said triumphantly:




N / A? What did i tell you We are being followed!




Songoten stared at Trunks and began to stutter.




Yes .. this time I saw it ..! I ... believe you, yes, but tell me ... why only you feel the foreign force and I don't? Kind of weird ... mysterious ... right? What...




Trunks interrupts him:




What do I know?! What are you asking me I have no idea myself! Anyway, the whole mysterious theater really gets on my nerves! Let's go on, otherwise we'll be late for the first lesson! This drummer has me on the kicker anyway and I really don't need any more detention.




When we arrived at the break, something very strange happened: the fog has accumulated even more and the mysterious power has become very strong here. Trunks wanted to tell Songoten about this, but before he could even say a word, Songoten intervened:



Something's wrong here ... Trunks? Somebody has to be here, I think there is someone!




Trunks looked at Songoten for a long time and said ironically:




Oh really? I think I wouldn't have noticed that myself! So you can feel it now after all? I'll tell you something: Something will happen today that we definitely won't like.




Several students have already gathered in the foreground, talking to each other, waiting for the school bell to sound. Trunks and songotes purposely kept a safe distance. They too are expecting school to start when Trunks suddenly pressed his hand to his temple. He seems to be suffering, he complains:




Ah! I still get a headache from this disgustingly strong aura! She should go away, I can't take it anymore! Oh, it hurts so much, I ...




Trunks sank to his knees, trembling. Songoten was there immediately and helped him get up again.Trunks struggled to stand on his feet. He growled, shouted:




WHY ME?! Why ONLY me ??? Damn it, it hurts so much!




Songoten had to support him.




Trunks, please don't scream like that! The others are surely all watching!




Angrily, Trunks pushed his friend aside. With all his strength he now clenches his fists and lets a sphere of energy emerge in them. Songoten cries worriedly:




Trunks! Do not do that! You will betray us! You're not gonna ...




But Trunks doesn't listen to him and lets the energy rise further.




Songoten! I don't care! I want this damn power to leave me alone if I have to blow up the whole area! This enormous pain should stop, every means is fine with me!




The energy balls shine brightly through the fog. Trunks starts screaming loudly. The earth begins to shake and it begins to thunder.Droplets of sweat form on Trunks' forehead. He strains to locate the direction from which the force hurts the most, and then he fires all of his energy bundled in these balls there. With a loud crash and thunder they collide with the largest tree that stands in this square. The giant beech was downright pulverized by Trunks' attack. Trunks fell to the ground, exhausted but relieved. At last! The strength is decreasing, it is getting weaker! Trunks suffering is over.




The students, who had noticed everything, all panicked and ran wildly around each other. Songoten now tried desperately to calm them down:




Don't panic, just don't panic folks! That was ... HUMAN! Now stop running around like the disturbed and listen to me! The whole thing was ... uh ... not bad at all ... uh ... right? Well then ... eh .. NOW PLEASE RELAX, YES?




Everyone stopped, stunned, and stared at songotians with big eyes.A student stepped out of the crowd, approached Songotes and shouted reproachfully:




YOU PROBABLY HAVE THEM ALL TOGETHER NO LONGER, NE? Then it starts to shake and thunder, and that only one morning, and to make matters worse, a mega-part of a LIGHTNING hits our climbing beech! Aren’t you bearing it? This BLITZ could have hit any of us! * swear, swear *




The boy turns away from Songoten and goes with his comrades to the front door of the school building. Songoten sat down on the floor next to Trunks, who has now straightened up. He was very relieved when he realized that the students hadn't noticed anything of the attack themselves, but rather thought through the thick fog that lightning had really hit the beech. Songoten turns to Trunks:




Well, you've done something for yourself, man! Imagine if they all knew now!



At that moment the school bell rang in the hated tone that all students know and none of them go into the school building except Trunks and Songoten. Songoten hopped off the floor and held out a hand to Trunks to help him to his feet. He said:




Only you can be that lucky, really! How are you actually? Have you at least achieved something with your insane action, or does it still hurt you?




Trunks looked at him timidly.




Yeah, I really feel better. The aura has subsided considerably, but it can still be felt, it is not gone, Songoten, it is still there! And say: do you smell that too ??? * Snüff, Snüff * Somehow it smells like a mega ..... SMINT!




Songoten now looks a bit puzzled at his friend.




After Smint? Well, don't be crazy here, right? As always, it smells of exhaust gas here! Or?




To be on the safe side, Songotes are now sniffing the air with their noses held high.And indeed:




You are right Trunks! It really and truly smells of Smint here! And plenty of it! Man, that’s getting weird!




Trunks nudges songotes.




I've been saying that all along! We'll have to be prepared for a lot more, I'll tell you.




Songoten nudges Trunks back.




Maybe, but don't you think that we should slowly show up in the classroom? Otherwise there is bound to be a huge Motz from the drummer and I can really do without that!




Trunks grabs Songoten by the arm, pushes his sweater sleeve aside and looks at his watch.




Damn it! Already twelve minutes late! That’s arrest again, what a shit!




And the two of them into the schoolhouse, down the hall and into the classroom. There they are greeted with a roar by the monstrous drummer with the crimson pear and the varicose veins, who, after a tremendous master drum, screams angrily and refers them to their places about being late.On their common desk, Trunks and Songotes see, to their horror, the arrest slips and detentions piled up meters high. A gleeful, lousy laughing class followed the two of them with their mean looks. Groaning, they sat down in their places and barely pulled up the chair, they were buried by the mountains of paper.




(well, yes that is a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't matter :-))




What is going to happen? Will trunks and songotes discover the secret of the intense smint taste that has