And here I am again!




A timetable hung over the bed. In the first lesson, the most terrible, terrorist subject mathematics. How can you endure that?


Trunks had to be good at math or he couldn't become the director of Capsule Corporation. This profession required a great mathematical talent and one had to belong to the Briefs family. So he had already reached one point.


He took the math books and hurried to the room where the lesson was to take place. However, the door was closed and he had to wait in the hallway with the others. He listened to the conversations of the others and understood nothing. It was strange language. Trunks spoke German, but the dialect seemed strange to him. A boy asked him: "Hey, how hot?" Trunks only understood the station.




Ouch ..... that's boring and short ..