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Fanfic: ALLE MAL REINSCHAUEN !!!!! ^o^
Chapter: CHECK OUT ALL OF THE TIMES !!!!! ^ o ^
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After five years everything still looked the same as before. The trees along the road were just as they had been before, the houses had hardly changed. The traffic seemed to have increased a bit and somehow the moon seemed brighter than five years ago at this time. But by and large everything was still the same. Seen on the surface. So it wasn't difficult for him to find his old home, the Capsule Corporation. It was large and dark in front of him. The round building was his home, his home. The people who were dear to him and dear to him lived here, the people he had missed so much over these five years.
But somehow that was exactly what scared him. That they had changed and not just like his mother had a new haircut every two weeks. He was much more afraid of not being recognized again. Because he too had changed. Almost fundamental.Most likely, the circumstances for which he had left his hometown were the reason. Not long ago the popular Son Goku disappeared with the dragon Shenlong when he, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, decided to start something new. Or to flee, as he had heard from his best friend Pan. Although he didn't want to admit that she was right. He had fled. From the feelings of sadness, of loneliness.
Curiously, everything had turned out very differently. His family had taken the decision to open and run a headquarters of the Capsule Corporation in the USA with a relatively relaxed attitude. His father in particular, he had even thought it was a good idea to "finally clear out the house". His mother had initially resisted it, but in the end she had no choice but to let her grown son go. So it happened that three weeks later he was standing at the airport with his younger sister, Pan, his mother, his father and all the others who knew him or at least believed him around him.After all, he was held in high regard here as the head of the Capsule Corporation. They all wanted to say goodbye to him, almost goodbye.
At that time nobody had expected that he would come back. A sad voice had hung over him and his relationships with the others and everyone knew that he was moving away from them. For whatever reason. Sure, he had called in between, maybe once for Christmas. But he hadn't wanted it any other way. He wanted to leave his family on their own, he wouldn't help. At that time he had plunged into what he now called the hole in society. He had had women, many in number. He had partied excessively, and worked. But most of all he had thought of home. The home he was now standing in front of.
A look at the clock told him that it was eleven o'clock in the night. He had actually planned to get in and not get back to work until the morning.But to his surprise, he heard happy laughter behind the strong, almost forbidding walls of the Capsule Corporation. Probably his mother's party, Trunks thought, and took the old bunch of keys out of his pocket and put the matching key, which had been in his pocket for three years, into the lock. The door creaked and gave way to reveal a dark hallway. Even in the dark, this hallway was as familiar to him as not even the one in his home in the United States, where he had lived for the past five years.
Only at the end of the hall did a light burn under the door. It shone his way and he walked towards it with a heavy heart. Now he was tormented by remorse. Even if they had all pretended that it didn't matter that he had left. They hated him for it and he could feel it, even through that door.
He had never heard his breathing so loud, never had he disgusted himself so much.He had no idea what the people he loved had gone through. Maybe he should have stayed after all. Yes, definitely ...
“Do you want to go in now or not.” A familiar and yet so strange voice startled him. She had been watching him. Maybe as long as he stood in front of the door and stared at the silver door handle. Unfortunately he had lost all sense of time for the last few minutes, so that he couldn't even say how long he was standing here.
"... Pan?" He advised before turning around. He didn't need an answer, he felt and recognized her aura, even if she tried to suppress it. She had always been a little stubborn. And what she didn't want, she couldn't pretend.
“Trunks!” Before he could find her in the dark, she fell around his neck and hugged her body tightly against his. How long had she wished for this moment of reunion?How long did she have to wait, wait and hope. It would certainly have been no problem to fly over to see him. But the way he'd walked, the words he'd chosen to say goodbye made it clear that he didn't want her to come after him or visit him. For better or worse she had to wait until he voluntarily set foot near her again. And now the time had come.
Although he enjoyed holding his arm, his best friend, he also had a bad feeling about it. Had she just forgiven him like that? He didn't expect that. Normally he would have expected her to be angry with him and resent what he had done. Maybe until he fell on his knees in front of her and asked her forgiveness. But now it was almost she who begged his forgiveness. Not with words, but with the hesitant movements she made.
Only after a while did he dare to stroke her back carefully.It struck him that her hair had grown a considerable amount. They were now lying open on their backs, they felt silky and smooth.
"Pan, I'm sorry that I just left like that." He was very afraid of these words. More than apologizing to his mother or even to his father.
“The main thing is that you're back.” She released her hug and looked up at him. It had grown quite a bit and was now reaching to his shoulders. Only the light that fell on the sides of the door threw a slight glow into his eyes.
"Yeah ... It didn't all go as I imagined." Even if it sounded a little indifferent, for Trunks those words were a bitter aftertaste of the horror he went through in the States. Because his project had completely failed when another company with a smoother name and a handsome boss showed up.Angelique, he remembered this figment of the devil all too well. Beautiful like no other and so lacking in character that she would have been banished to hell without further ado. If it hadn't been of the right kind to the business. At the thought of this whole thing, an uncomfortable shiver ran through his body. On the other hand, Angelique's shady blue eyes were Pan's loyal black eyes like a warm blanket for him. They enveloped him and made him feel at home.
After five years everything still looked the same as before. The trees along the road were just as they had been before, the houses had hardly changed. The traffic seemed to have increased a bit and somehow the moon seemed brighter than five years ago at this time. But by and large everything was still the same. Seen on the surface. So it wasn't difficult for him to find his old home, the Capsule Corporation. It was large and dark in front of him. The round building was his home, his home. The people who were dear to him and dear to him lived here, the people he had missed so much over these five years.
But somehow that was exactly what scared him. That they had changed and not just like his mother had a new haircut every two weeks. He was much more afraid of not being recognized again. Because he too had changed. Almost fundamental.Most likely, the circumstances for which he had left his hometown were the reason. Not long ago the popular Son Goku disappeared with the dragon Shenlong when he, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, decided to start something new. Or to flee, as he had heard from his best friend Pan. Although he didn't want to admit that she was right. He had fled. From the feelings of sadness, of loneliness.
Curiously, everything had turned out very differently. His family had taken the decision to open and run a headquarters of the Capsule Corporation in the USA with a relatively relaxed attitude. His father in particular, he had even thought it was a good idea to "finally clear out the house". His mother had initially resisted it, but in the end she had no choice but to let her grown son go. So it happened that three weeks later he was standing at the airport with his younger sister, Pan, his mother, his father and all the others who knew him or at least believed him around him.After all, he was held in high regard here as the head of the Capsule Corporation. They all wanted to say goodbye to him, almost goodbye.
At that time nobody had expected that he would come back. A sad voice had hung over him and his relationships with the others and everyone knew that he was moving away from them. For whatever reason. Sure, he had called in between, maybe once for Christmas. But he hadn't wanted it any other way. He wanted to leave his family on their own, he wouldn't help. At that time he had plunged into what he now called the hole in society. He had had women, many in number. He had partied excessively, and worked. But most of all he had thought of home. The home he was now standing in front of.
A look at the clock told him that it was eleven o'clock in the night. He had actually planned to get in and not get back to work until the morning.But to his surprise, he heard happy laughter behind the strong, almost forbidding walls of the Capsule Corporation. Probably his mother's party, Trunks thought, and took the old bunch of keys out of his pocket and put the matching key, which had been in his pocket for three years, into the lock. The door creaked and gave way to reveal a dark hallway. Even in the dark, this hallway was as familiar to him as not even the one in his home in the United States, where he had lived for the past five years.
Only at the end of the hall did a light burn under the door. It shone his way and he walked towards it with a heavy heart. Now he was tormented by remorse. Even if they had all pretended that it didn't matter that he had left. They hated him for it and he could feel it, even through that door.
He had never heard his breathing so loud, never had he disgusted himself so much.He had no idea what the people he loved had gone through. Maybe he should have stayed after all. Yes, definitely ...
“Do you want to go in now or not.” A familiar and yet so strange voice startled him. She had been watching him. Maybe as long as he stood in front of the door and stared at the silver door handle. Unfortunately he had lost all sense of time for the last few minutes, so that he couldn't even say how long he was standing here.
"... Pan?" He advised before turning around. He didn't need an answer, he felt and recognized her aura, even if she tried to suppress it. She had always been a little stubborn. And what she didn't want, she couldn't pretend.
“Trunks!” Before he could find her in the dark, she fell around his neck and hugged her body tightly against his. How long had she wished for this moment of reunion?How long did she have to wait, wait and hope. It would certainly have been no problem to fly over to see him. But the way he'd walked, the words he'd chosen to say goodbye made it clear that he didn't want her to come after him or visit him. For better or worse she had to wait until he voluntarily set foot near her again. And now the time had come.
Although he enjoyed holding his arm, his best friend, he also had a bad feeling about it. Had she just forgiven him like that? He didn't expect that. Normally he would have expected her to be angry with him and resent what he had done. Maybe until he fell on his knees in front of her and asked her forgiveness. But now it was almost she who begged his forgiveness. Not with words, but with the hesitant movements she made.
Only after a while did he dare to stroke her back carefully.It struck him that her hair had grown a considerable amount. They were now lying open on their backs, they felt silky and smooth.
"Pan, I'm sorry that I just left like that." He was very afraid of these words. More than apologizing to his mother or even to his father.
“The main thing is that you're back.” She released her hug and looked up at him. It had grown quite a bit and was now reaching to his shoulders. Only the light that fell on the sides of the door threw a slight glow into his eyes.
"Yeah ... It didn't all go as I imagined." Even if it sounded a little indifferent, for Trunks those words were a bitter aftertaste of the horror he went through in the States. Because his project had completely failed when another company with a smoother name and a handsome boss showed up.Angelique, he remembered this figment of the devil all too well. Beautiful like no other and so lacking in character that she would have been banished to hell without further ado. If it hadn't been of the right kind to the business. At the thought of this whole thing, an uncomfortable shiver ran through his body. On the other hand, Angelique's shady blue eyes were Pan's loyal black eyes like a warm blanket for him. They enveloped him and made him feel at home.