Good evening my friends!


Thank you for all your nice comments, that motivates me to keep writing. I'm happy that you like the story so much and that's why I don't want to talk much longer, but just go on straight away. Here you go, here comes Part 4!












The sun is already higher, but the rays are struggling to make their way through the light fog down to the earth. A few thousand kilometers from Chichi's house, a figure growling with rage hisses along the cloudy sky. "Damn it, what was the point of bothering myself with this plague all these years ??? Valuable time and I just wasted it! I won't forgive myself for that !!" Vegeta continued to zoom aimlessly through them at a tremendous pace Area. His stomach literally cramped, he had such an abysmal contempt for Trunks. "Calls himself Sayajin and doesn't even take it to the second level!Pathetic! That's just sickening! And that is what the blood of a prince has in it! Well what the heck, now I have better things to do than worry about such a failure !!! "Wildly determined, Vegeta disappeared into the vastness of the sky.




Trunks had meanwhile completely cleaned up the entire seven portions and was now stacking the plates. "Thank you! I'm feeling a little better now." Songoten took the plate from him. "You can see it. Your face has got some color again. If you want more, just say it!" Trunks waved his hand in thanks. "I've had enough for now, thank you Songoten." Songoten prepared to go into the kitchen. Now he didn't have to worry anymore. He headed for the sink and put the dishes in it. Then he took off his apron and hung it on the kitchen hook. When he turned around, he saw that Trunks had followed him into the kitchen. He saw him standing upright in the doorway, his eyes on him questioningly. "Songotes.Tell me what to do! You're welcome! Tell me! "There was desperation in his voice. Songoten ran up to his friend." Poor Trunks, "he thought," you must be emotionally exhausted. "He comforted him with an arm around his shoulders, but he didn't know what to answer. He had always known that the family relationship in which Trunks grew up wasn't the best, but that he could ever manage he wouldn't have thought. Then Trunks took the word in his mouth: "If I could stay here for a while ... I really don't know where else to go."


From a songotist's point of view, that wasn't a problem. Trunks was always welcome to him. “Of course you can!” Trunks looked at him gratefully. Yes, he could count on his friend in every situation. "Nobody is allowed to find out about it, Songoten, ok? I don't want anyone else to know about my problems and talk about them somewhere else. It's nobody else's business."Now Songoten got a little restless." And what about Bulma? Won't she worry? "Trunks looked sadly at the floor. He tried desperately to keep his composure, but he didn't really succeed." I don't give a shit about her! EVERYONE doesn't seem to care! "Now Songoten threw himself up to Trunks and hugged him tightly while he eagerly objected," Not me! No way! Do you hear??? And if it helps, I'll hide you here for as long as you want! "Songoten was surprised at his violent reaction, but didn't care. Trunks felt quite awkward. What was Songoten doing? Undecided whether he should return the well-intentioned hug or not, he enjoyed the strange feeling, To be liked by someone. It was also a completely new situation for Songoten. His friend, who had always acted so self-confidently and always seemed to have everything under control, now stood here with him in the kitchen and let himself be consoled by him.Songoten had always known that Trunks wanted to cover up his problems with a strong personality, but he would never have believed that it would get so bad one day. One thing was for him, however, as a rock: They were both friends and together they would survive any crisis, no matter how big.




Meanwhile at Bulma:


Bulma was pouring her fifth coffee. The roofer had already been called and would be lining up at any moment. Completely frustrated, she sat on the kitchen chair and sipped from the cup. Countless thoughts ran through her head: "I should have taken care of Trunks more when he was little. But no, I was too busy with myself! What a bad mother I am! I swear if I I would do everything differently. But in hindsight you are always smarter. Where he may have gone now and what he is doing now? How is he?What does he think of me? Serves me right if he hates me now! I don't deserve anything else !! If I were him, I would probably have given myself the bullet long ago! Oh trunks! Where are you? Please come back so I can show you that a mother like me can love her son too! "


At that moment the doorbell rang. The harsh sound made Bulma startled and she jumped up from the chair. Torn out of her thoughts, she had forgotten what she really wanted now. "Oh yes! Open the door!" She hurried down the hall, the front door already in sight. Then she tore another unexpected stop to quickly check her appearance in the mirror that hangs nailed to the side wall of the hallway. “Shock! I look like a hundred days of acid rain!” She hastily tried to put her sleepy hairstyle in order for so many crowds. She tugged at her hair wildly, but she could not be tamed.Bulma was about to rush into the bathroom to at least hide the dark circles under her eyes when the doorbell rang again. This time a little longer than the first time. The harsh tone sounded impatient and stressed. "Damn it! I'm coming!" She quickly rushed the last steps to the door, and at the last second tied her dressing gown tighter. The roofer was about to ring the bell when Bulma opened the door and let the young man in. "Good morning, Ms. Briefs! You look gorgeous again today!" With a polite gesture, he entered the house to take a look at the inside of the hole. "Wretched slime!" Thought Bulma and slammed the door behind her in exasperation ....






Ok, see you next part and write clerks again, yes?


* all big cuddles *




Don't become eivocratic, Phil. * Ggg *