I screwed up because of the titles, because this is the third part.

Cape. 2: My story, which nobody will believe me here, but which I also really experienced !!! By Igelnase88

Cape. 3: In a strange world or My walk with Trunks through a field of rubble





Disclaimer: All people and characters mentioned here are developed by Akira Toriyama and therefore only has the rights to them. The people mentioned here, like Igelnase88 and Chi-chan, are characters I invented and have no relation to real people, if someone thinks they recognize themselves here, or actually bears one of these names. This story has no commercial aim, it is only there to entertain the readers and perhaps to give them moral food for thought. (I haven't planned a moral background, but if you find something you like, feel free to interpret it, but I'm not responsible for what you come up with!^^)



First of all, many thanks to my clerk:

Bardock Saiyan: Who Is There? Is in the second part !! Who did you expect? ^^

Aliyah: Oh thank you, nice that you are curious !!! ^^ I'm not sure yet if there is a love story, I just start writing and I only have a certain idea, but I think there will be something romantic .... hope you read on! ^^



We wandered the endless streets. Slowly, step by step. I heard Trunks groan. He must be in a lot of pain. He was more and more dependent on my support. We didn't speak a word. As we went there, I worried my brain about how to react later, what I was going to do, and tried to get used to the position I was in now. Gradually, I also paid more attention to my surroundings. Everything that was once the city and the houses was destroyed. Cars were lying around and things that once belonged to people.Clothes, toys, pots, furniture, ...

In some places we had to turn back because the way was blocked, because debris was in the way. At first I thought he wasn't flying because he didn't want to give himself away, later I noticed that he was just too weak.

I don't know how much time passed, but at some point we reached our goal: the half-destroyed CC. I brought Trunks to the door. He explains to me that he and his mother live here. Nothing I didn't know yet. He did not mention his father after Bra. I was becoming more and more convinced that the FutureTrunks was up. There was something about him too. His look, his movements. Always with caution and consideration. I think the other Trunks, the normal Trunks would have been very nice too, but his type would have been different. So I speculated and still had no idea.

When we got to the door, he leaned against the wall and let go of me. Again he gave me a quick look before ringing the doorbell.It took a while, then the door opened. It was Bulma. I stared at her like I saw a ghost. Bulma wore long hair, a blue, summer dress, with short sleeves. Plus gloves like a mechanic. In one hand she held a wrench, which she dropped in shock when she saw Trunks.

"Trunks, what happened?"

"Mother ... I'm fine." Trunks rattled. And before he could say more, he moved forward. Bulma was just able to catch him. I also helped. Bulma gave me a questioning look, but when she saw that I wanted to help, she left me alone. Together we carried in trunks that no longer made a sound, but seemed to be unconscious. We took him to a room and Bulma asked me to leave the room, I think she wanted to take care of Trunks by herself. But the room seemed strangely familiar to me. It had a room in the middle of the room, yellow wallpaper, and a fan on the ceiling.I didn't have much time to look at the room because Bulma was about to close the door behind me.

I went into the living room and sat down at the table, right next to it was the kitchen. Everything looked dilapidated, old but not dirty. The windows were broken and there was a draft. In spring or summer, it was quite pleasant, but I didn't want to know how cold it was in winter here. I sat down at the table and took the chance to bury my DB manga as deep as possible in my backpack and checked what I had with me. School books, my wallet, keys, exercise books and pens, the manga, half a loaf of bread that was left from school break, a bottle of water. Nothing useful.

I froze a little, the sun was going to set and I tried to turn on the light. But the switch didn't respond. I thought no electricity and when I looked at the lamp, I realized that there wasn't even a bulb in it. I sighed and when I got goose bumps, I noticed that I was just sitting there in a thin pink top.I was a bit embarrassed, but I had used up my clothes on Trunks' wounds. I sat around for a while and waited. I was on the verge of not getting through to run away when the door opened and Bulma came in. She looked very exhausted.

"How are Trunks?" I blurted out. Bulma looked at me strangely and sat down on a chair across from me. "His arm is broken and he has a couple of deep wounds. Nothing fatal, but it should be taken seriously. He's asleep now."

She paused, then continued speaking, not looking at me anymore. "The boy always worries me. He has to fight all the time, but I probably can't drive that out of him, he's grown up after all!"

She looked at me again and smiled. "So you are Felizitas, Trunks' friend. Nice that I get to know you too!"

I was almost shocked from the chair. Trunks has a girlfriend? Worse still, Bulma thought I was that girl.I was shaking, gasping for breath, and it took me a while to calm down.

"I'm Arwen Pechstein. I've found your son. I'm not his girlfriend!" Although I wouldn't mind, I thought.

Bulma looked at me very surprised. "But how do you know his name then?"

I felt surrounded. “Uh, because that's what they called him!” That was the salvation. Bulma considered. “Right.” She smiled again. "I'm sorry, I mistook you. That was nice of you for helping Trunks." I quickly came up with something clever. “It goes without saying that you help yourself in such a difficult time.” Bulma smiles, this time it seemed real and not forced. She got up. "You're right. It's already dark. You shouldn't be walking around so late anymore. Who knows what kind of rabble is running around out there. Tonight you are my guest and tonight you sleep here."

Besides, she lit two candles and placed them on the table.I smiled. “Thank you.” With that I passed my baptism of fire and convinced Bulma.



For dinner there was rice with a sauce. It was simple but tasty. Bulma questioned me and I told her a story that I lived in the city, with my family, that I went to school and the like. In between said Bulma. "Lucky you. I couldn't send Trunks to any school. I taught him myself." She also told me a bit about herself, name, age, that she lived here with Trunks and that Trunks was 20 years old. But most of the time I talked.

I was really good at making up stories and when I was lying on the sofa in the evening and was about to fall asleep, I was startled when I realized that Trunks knew that I wasn't from here, but that he had myself from my dimension brought me, what reason would I have had to lie to his mother? I pondered my disaster until I fell asleep, but I had no idea.I just decided to leave as soon as possible and that it was best to go home, because this theater wasn't what I had always imagined it to be.

I also vowed to fool myself only when it was absolutely necessary.



Sequel follows. I ask for clerks!