This idea came to me one morning in bed ... So I wrote it down, against my usual habit. It's just a one-shot, i.e. a story without a sequel. I hope you like it and you write clerks. Oh yes: For those who are perhaps still interested in "Me, you and the two of us": If handwritten already exists, all you have to do is type in. I hope someone else is happy ... Anyway, have fun !!




I stand in silence. Son-Goten is not at home. "He's in the forest ... at his favorite place," says his mother. “Go there.” But I don't. He wants to be alone now, I know that. And I also know why he doesn't talk to me about his grief. I am the heartache. I still have the scornful laughter of all the classmates in my head when our literature teacher announces that I will get the lead role in the play - and Goten will be the understudy. "That's awesome! Just like in real life, isn't it ?!Hohohohohoho !!!! "But Goten refused. He said that he didn't have time because he wanted to visit his father. That sounded plausible and everyone believed it. But I know better. He didn't want to be the understudy. It wasn't that either first time he heard something like this. We're pretty popular at school and known as colorful dogs, but of course there are also poisonous tongues. "Look, the multi-million dollar heir and his loyal lap dog! "That kind of thing always comes up when we walk through the building. Goten always has a quick-witted answer ready, but I'm the only one who can see that such slogans hit him. I can see it in his eyes. He is so nice ... he has never complained or was angry with me. Never. He just wants to be seen as a person in his own right, not as my shadow. I recently even heard his mother say to him in anger: " Trunks doesn't do that either, why do you always have to do mischief?"I saw how his gaze darkened and his fists clenched in his trouser pockets. But that was quickly over without Chichi noticing anything. He has never been dismissive to me because of this, or blamed me. It hurts me to see him suffer so.


I know that he is now sitting on the moss-covered rock, with a few animals undoubtedly with him. Somehow he has a special connection with nature. She loves him and trusts him. And vice versa, it's the same. No human could ever comfort him like an ancient tree, the rustling of the wind in the trees, the light rain or Sató, a young cheetah whose soul must somehow be related to Gotens. He speaks to him, no one else can understand him. He will cheer him up again. I should leave Goten alone now. I turn to go. But then I stop. No. I can't slip away that easily, not now. He needs me So I'm on my way.



Yes. There he is sitting on the stone, a familiar figure. Crouched with his back to me, Sató by his side. However, he hisses when he sees me and disappears into the undergrowth in a flash. Without turning around, Son-Goten says, “Hello, Trunks.” I remain silent. What could i say He also makes no move to start a conversation. So it stays quiet for a long time. "I know what is bothering you," I suddenly hear myself say. "You are being educated on all sides until you no longer know yourself whether you are allowed to be who you are at all. It seems as if everyone just wants you as a copy of someone else - or as a substitute. Substitute for your father, for your brother ... for me ... "I feel it more than I see it - he flinches. "You know?" He whispers, barely audible, as soft as a wind sigh in dry leaves. "Could we ever hide something from each other? It really seems to be everyone who wants you to be different from who you are.The teachers, everyone at school in general, everyone I know ... even your mother. "Am I wrong, or was that just a sob?" But, "I say and pause. Suddenly my voice trembles and tears well up in my eyes. I fight against it, but I can't prevent the tears from resonating in my words . "But you forgot one. "Now I'm really crying. Oh fuck." Me! “The sob almost makes my voice drop.” I need you, Son-Goten. I don't need you to raise my self-esteem, I don't need you to always have someone on the pitch behind me. I need your laugh, I need your honesty, I need everything about you. I need you as my friend "I can't go any further. The tears choke my voice. What am I crying about? Is there a reason for it? Is it pity? Or the fear of losing my best friend? I don't know. The tremor of his I notice on the shoulders that he is crying too."You ... you are not my friend." I look up in horror. He doesn't mean that seriously, is he ?! Now he turns around. He smiles through his tears. “You are my brother.” Brother. That ... is true, no other word expresses it better. "You have been here since I was born. If I look for the earliest moment in my memory, then I see your face. After the fight against Boo, we formed blood brotherhood." He pulls up his sleeve. "Here ... the scar on the wrist is still there. We were kids then, but we've never looked back. We always knew it was the right thing to do, no matter how young we were. I know you are there. .. "-" And I know that you are there. "We smile at each other. As if on command, we get up, run towards each other and hug each other. How sappy. What would the blasphemers at school laugh now? Fuck it all. This is my brother. My only. And I have it again.




~ Owari ~