The final


Out of consideration for Son Gohan, who was first brought to the hospital together with his brother, battered as they were. The others who had already sent them there were amazed. In their eyes it seemed like they had missed a battle of the giants. But that didn't really matter to Son Goku's sons. Her wounds were treated and both were given a little drink. Son Goten went to sleep afterwards, but Son Gohan had little time to recover. But it was enough. When he faced Trunks in the ring, he was almost in top shape again. As so many times before, the signal sounded. The fight started. They rushed towards each other, dealt blows, took blows. The audience was thrilled. `How limited they are. thought Vegeta. He, like Piccolo and Son Goku, had long since noticed that the boys were only in the trial phase. Trunks had watched the fight between Son Goten and Son Gohan and in no way wanted to leave the ring in a similar way.Son Gohan, on the other hand, could only be happy with this gentle cycle. He was still totally exhausted from the fight before and was able to use this time to gather his strength further. He didn't want to get serious until he could fall back on his full potential. That, in turn, suited Trunks. Because in the end he didn't want to have to hear that he had only won because Gohan was weakened from the fight before. (Like father like son ...) So they played a real fight for the audience for about 15 minutes. The guys thought it was downright funny and had fun doing it. But the fathers were of a completely different opinion. Now it would be decided who won the bet. There was no time for games. Piccolo felt the same way. In contrast to the others, however, he had the opportunity to make this clear to Son Gohan. “Do you want to play something for us here forever?” “It's funny!” Piccolo had the feeling that he wasn't hearing properly. "A fight is not a game!Don't get used to it. "" Nothing is at stake here!?! "No, just my honor ..." "Clean up, I'm hungry! " "Really? I've never seen that before! "Gohan was taken aback. Piccolo was apparently serious, which only surprised him even more. In a tiny moment of inattentiveness, Trunks gave him a relatively violent blow on the right upper arm. That hurt. Now Gohan was a bit angry. The whole time he had barely hit Trunks properly and then something like that. "Embarrassing, embarrassing ..." But he didn't think about it. Just screamed. Screamed like a few months ago in the clearing. Screamed the lungs out of his throat and changed But Trunks had long since noticed what it was going to be and so he changed too. The fight was now of a different caliber. Both gave everything they had. Beat each other. The limbs ached, but they didn't really feel it All they felt was this power that the Super Saiyan made available to them."The boys have grown quite a bit," stated Son Goku. Everyone nodded.


When there were only 5 minutes left to fight, the referee called in to remind them of the time limit. But Gohan hadn't forgotten the story about the time limit. Piccolo had pointed this out clearly. He didn't hear what the man was saying down there, just heard him saying something. Now the panic overcame him, believing that the 30 minutes had already passed. He didn't even want to imagine what he would have to listen to if the referee decided in Trunks' favor. Sure, he got on really well with Trunks, but he had promised Piccolo that he would do his best. It wasn't that they said he had to win. No, he wanted to win. With that in mind, he went on the offensive. Just handed out. I didn't take anything anymore. (Attack is the best defense ...) He took Trunks by surprise. Moved faster than before.Before Trunks understood what had happened, Son Gohan's knee was already in the pit of his stomach. He gasped, tasted blood, spat it out. The next blow hit him on the back and he fell to the ground. Another crater adorned the ring. A cloth of silence had draped over the spectator seats. Gohan felt like he could even hear the wind. Trunks didn't get up again. He wanted to, but couldn't. Everything hurt him. Only now did he feel the exertion this fight had cost him. `Dad will be very disappointed,` he thought, `but I think Gohan deserves it ...` He closed his eyes, didn't even want to hear how he was counted and fell asleep.


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"Trunks? Hey darling, how are you." Trunks slowly opened his eyes. Bulma, bent over his bed, smiled at him. He smiled back and looked around. They were all there. Right behind his mum, on the right side, at the head of the bed, was his father.To Bulma's left stood Yamcha, Krulilin, and Muten Roshi. On the other side, at the foot end, stood Chi Chi, next to Son Goku. Then Son Goten and Son Gohan, both covered with plaster, and behind them Piccolo. Trunks grinned. Now he hadn't won and yet they all smiled. Nobody seemed angry. Not even Vegeta made a hint. Everyone was just happy that Trunks was fine, smiled and kept silent. Gohan broke the silence. “You're not angry with me, or Trunks?” Trunks looked at him in amazement. Why should he be angry with him? Because he was better? "Well, I mean, I didn't mean to mess you up like that ..." "I'm not angry with you. When I see how you look, at least I know you got something too." He grinned. Everyone laughed and Gohan turned red. "So guys, then none of you won." Son Goku and Vegeta looked at each other. Almost at the same time they shrugged their shoulders. "That was a stupid bet ..." admitted Son Goku. "The insight comes very late!" Chi Chi said in a reproachful tone.Everyone laughed. "So are we going to have a barbecue tomorrow evening?" "Kakarott didn't win at all!" Vegeta said indignantly. "No dear, but you lost." she countered and gave him a kiss.




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So, it went faster than planned. o_O


I would appreciate a couple of clerks.


Ciao chrissi25 (http://www.chrissi25.net.tc)