Preface:




Little day, here we are again, right! Well, it's been a long time, I mean, hey, we're on vacation, and not even a sentence came from us. Well that's partly because of me, Pan, but also because of Seika, who is currently not on the internet because she is banned. She also told me that her compi is screwed at the moment, so * messing around * I should say best regards from her to Galaxy, Jen, Zero, Bragohan, Akane, Troka, BrollySSJ2 and everyone else she has now forgotten. Well, I didn't want to open a special threat, so I thought I'd put that in the foreword.


So the last time someone said, sorry never knows exactly who that was * bow *, that we should finally come to the fight. Basically he was right, but we didn't just want to bring a fight into our story, as is typical for DBZ. We wanted to bring everything in, life in the DBZ world, a coming danger and a fight. Even now there is still no fight, although Seika would like to start with it.This part is not really long either, there will be another one in the course of the week, which Seika wrote this time (one of me just has to copy it * g *). But just as a little foretaste, have fun with:




May the vision last!




Ps .: Praise, criticism and death threats either by email or as a comment (hmm ... what else is not possible, odda?) To me, after all, this part is growing on my crap. Sorry for spelling or grammatical errors!






Guardians of the Galaxy - May the vision last!






For the four budding Guardians it was the night of the nights, for some, as in Cal's case, it was perhaps the fulfillment of their dreams. They had fought for a whole year that they couldn't get out of the sweat. They also pulled out the last bit of strength just to get confirmation of their skills.


But everyone was aware of one thing, they would never have got this far alone and even Goten had to admit that.How would he have done in the theory tests if Cal hadn't studied with him? The result would probably have been a white, blank sheet of paper. No, only the help and friendship of each other had brought them to this goal, which they will receive today - if at all!


"Come on, let's get our title and get out of here." Zen grinned, which subsided the next moment when she saw the disgruntled looks of her friends.


They sat quite far up front in the large auditorium, in which numerous hard chairs were lined up, all of which were occupied by the students and their parents. The different races of the universe were rarely seen together. Most of them only differed in their strange skin colors, such as purple or red, from the human beings the Sajajins were used to at home. But you often saw strange creatures that Trunks had never seen before.Some reminded a little of Piccolo if you brought up a lot of imagination, but others were simply indescribable, at least to his eyes.


The flags of the planets of the universe adorned the walls of the hall, but the largest hung over the stage, which took up the whole front width of the hall. The school flag shone in bright green, red and white, in the middle of which there was a capital G, which stood for both Guardian and Galaxy. This G was just shot through by a large eagle-like bird. The bird symbolized the freedom the Guardians fight for, the colors green, red and white each stand for hope, love and peace. These were all feelings that are inherent in a real Guardian, but at the same time also the goal that a Guardian always had to keep in mind. It was the dream of every keeper of justice.


The four friends were the only ones who entered the hall without parents.All around them one could hear young adults talking and laughing with their parents, while the four apparently sought some form of entertainment among themselves. But basically nobody regretted showing up without parents. Cal hadn't even dreamed of inviting her family, Vegeta was too stupid by all the hype and Goku didn't want to see the party either. He would come towards the end and pick her up. That was fine with Trunks, an annoyed-looking father was the very last thing he could endure at this moment.


“I want your optimism!” Cal growled and glared at her friend. If she had been calm half an hour ago, now that well-known nervousness spread inside her again. She clenched her fists under the hard chair and stared expectantly at the stage, hoping that she would finally be released from her suffering and the results announced.

"Cal, we were the best to come to this school back then. We don't have what it takes to fail."


"Times change! This time Trunks and I leave the field as the best in school!" Despite his nervousness, Goten kept his mouth shut.


"You risk a big lip," said Cal with raised eyebrows. She wanted to add something, but was interrupted by the thunderous applause that echoed through the auditorium as the Rector of the Skyflyer Academy took the stage. He too had dressed up, wearing a suit that must have cost him half a fortune.


After a happy "Welcome!" followed the various greetings and speeches from people whose names the four had never heard. They were all bigwigs in the Guardian service.


The whole opening credits of the celebration rushed past them without their taking a word. Goten and Zen yawned unabashedly, lying more on the chairs than sitting, while Cal nervously crumpled up the paper on which the evening's program was written.She was probably the only one of them who listened at least a little to what people were saying. Trunks, on the other hand, was deep in thought about the upcoming vacation and what awaited him. He had spoken to his father on the phone and he didn't like the phone call at all. It was weird - his father had been weird. Far too friendly, he hadn't even asked if he'd passed the exams as the best. At the same time, however, there was a certain nervousness and tension in his otherwise grumpy voice, something that he rarely heard from his father. But again, he didn't dare to ask. He knew him, when a louse ran down his liver, his children were the last people he wanted to talk to about it, or rather he was the last. He would rather go to Bra, or more likely to Bulma, but it would be more likely that he let it out during training.


".... read out the names of the candidates who have passed and ask those called to come to the front to receive the award!"The Rector's voice echoed through the auditorium, followed by the nervous whispering of the audience. Up on the stage, Trunks hadn't noticed anything, although his eyes were staring at the stage the whole time, the two teachers TK and Brain They both looked stiff in their suits that didn't quite fit their ego, and sometimes as strict as one would expect at a school of this level, although all students probably knew they weren't Those who did not exert themselves could not expect any pity from them.


Goten laughed nervously: "He didn't say that some failed. It's a good sign!"


"I thought you wanted to leave school as the best?" That came from Cal, who had crumpled up the paper beyond recognition.


"Yes, I will too. I just wanted to comfort you a little, you know!"


"Dreamer!"


"No, I am completely a realist!"

A hollow laugh drowned out even T.K. how he called up the names one by one. In the meantime two boys were already standing on the stage in their uniforms, chests stretched out and looking at the crowd with grim faces. T.K. cleared his throat and only slowly resumed the conversation, giving Cal a fleeting smile. Goten felt the slight blush on his face as he looked at the head-shaking parents who were sitting directly behind or in front of them. Trunks and Zen also showed a slight blush, while Cal only got smaller in her seat. Nobody dared to give a peep either.


T.K. continued to read aloud the names of those who had passed the exam, which was not very many given the size of her familiar class. For many it was not enough that you saw some with tears in their eyes. Some parents, whose children hadn't made it, even left the room without further ado without even looking into the room.Others, on the other hand, applauded wearily for those who had made it. The latter turned out to be the minority; most of them only threw hated looks at the rector.


Eventually, however, their dreams and wishes were heard, at least for one of them. “Trunks letter!” It resounded from the stage. Goten stared at his friend in disbelief for a moment before clapping him hard on the shoulder. "Congratulations, buddy!"


But Trunks got up and went up to the stage with a little weak knees. He had never been the type to be the center of attention. Still, there was no way you could say that he was shy, on the contrary. Once at the top, the director greeted him with a firm handshake and a slap on his shoulder. He gave him the necessary forms, including an ID card wrapped in plastic and a medal, which he hung around his neck. The medal appeared to be made of a material similar to gold, at least in terms of color.But it glittered in all possible colors of the spectrum at the same time, so that the term gold did not seem to be correct. His mother would probably go through all the searches first to find out what it was made of. She was always open to the technology of the other planets anyway.


Thoughtfully, he placed it on the palm of his hand as he stepped up to the other candidates who passed. It didn't fill the entire palm of his hand and only now did he notice that his name was on the back, along with his origins and dates of birth. The Guardian's coat of arms was engraved on the front, surrounded by small flags of the individual planets, which was the first time he saw Earth's. He was probably one of the few Earthlings who even knew this flag. Even the