Hi guys!
Sooo, I made myself part 3 of my ff as fast as possible! Unfortunately, I was / am quite busy at school and therefore didn't have time to write for a long time. well, I hope you like the part and please, please write to me! ;)
Bye, Mireya

PART 3

Trunks stood impatiently at the school gate, leaning nervously against it with his arms folded. When did she finally come? After all, he had to go home! After the terrible judgment of the teacher, Trunks had arranged to meet Ginger here to discuss everything else. The worst part was that Trunks always felt so stupid when he persuaded her to meet him about it and so on. As if he somehow needed it ... He could really have done without this presentation; simply forgot this little punishment that Ginger had received because of him and never exchange a word with this arrogant girl again. Why shouldn't he just go? Trunks nodded firmly and turned to the exit when Ginger came running.He turned back and watched her frown as she came to a breathless halt in front of him. "I'm ... I'm- well- I'm sorry, I had to return a few more books," Ginger said coolly, adjusting her bag on her back a little. "I thought you'd let me sit," said Trunks just as coolly. This dialogue was followed by an embarrassing silence in which the two only looked at each other with hostility. "Just that you know: I would never do this voluntarily, so I suggest we get this presentation over with as soon as possible," said Ginger to get out of the situation. "Neither do I," replied Trunks, "but we still won't get around meeting privately."

"I know"

"When do you have time?"

"I do not know"

"OK then…"

Trunks quickly pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled a number on it. "... call me when you know more, okay? This is my number." He put it in Ginger's hand. "Well, I'll do it then- maybe," said Ginger, turning around."Bye ..." said Trunks and left too. That was probably totally rude! She probably hadn't learned to say goodbye. How did he deserve this?

As trunks in front of the capsule corp. landed, he went in quickly and got a little out of breath into the dining room. The rest of the family was already sitting and eating. "At last!", Bulma said angrily, "it's entirely your fault that it has probably already gotten cold. What do I cook for every day?" Trunks rolled his eyes unnoticed and tossed his bag aside for the time being. "I'm sorry," he muttered and sat down. His father made no comment. He wasn't interested in that. Vegeta got up with a scowl and went to exercise. Bulma sighed and watched Trunks a little more lovingly across the table. "Hey, why did you come so late?" She wanted to know.

"I'm eating," he replied dismissively.

"Excuse me, aren't you telling me anything or what? I know you're 17 but you still need-""I had to do"

"How do you mean?"

"I had to meet someone"

"My God, if I have to squeeze everything out of you one by one, better leave it ..."

"I have to give a lecture with a totally unfriendly girl and had to meet her. She probably has to come here too if you don't mind."

Bulma looked satisfied and drained her glass of water. Trunks ate silently and at the same time tormented him again the thought of the upcoming private meeting with Ginger. "A girl? What's her name? I think you've never had a girl here, right?" "Mother, she really is totally arrogant and I want to get this thing over with as quickly as possible. Her name is Ginger," Trunks replied annoyed. "Mmm, yes, all right. Do you already have an appointment?" Asked Bulma and started to clear the dishes. "No. She still has to call me. I gave her our phone number," he said, getting up as he was done. "Thanks for cooking," he added with a slight grin.His mother gave him a thankful look with a grin. "Take a look at your father. He should be outside." Trunks nodded and went tormented outside the house where Vegeta was fighting doggedly with the air. Apparently he's fine, Trunks thought, and wanted to run away again. "Hey son, come here or are you too cowardly?" His father suddenly shouted and Trunks felt as if he had run into a wall. He turned and looked up at Vegeta who was a Super Sayajin and was floating in the air with a mocking look .. "No," Trunks called up. "Well then. Come here," called his father. Trunks sighed and clenched his fists. A loud scream and Trunks' hair turned blonde. He breathed heavily and floated up to Vegeta. "I'm really not kidding this time, get it? Make an effort," he growled venomously. Trunks got into fighting stance. It would be terrible this time too. Each time he voluntarily lost because he did not feel like scratching his father's pride by countering something.Without waiting too long, Vegeta sprinted screaming towards his son and gave him some hard kicks and a fist which Trunks fended off. He jumped aside to avoid another blow from his father and kicked him from behind. Vegeta spun around quickly and fired a few ki explosions from which Trunks dodged slightly. He growled angrily and took another swing and Trunks took a defensive stance.
"Trunks!" Suddenly came Bulma's voice. He spun around to the house, "Yeah! What is it?" "Here's Ginger on the phone!" "Oh," said Trunks and flew hastily downstairs to his mother. "You can't just run away, boy! We'll carry on now!" Vegeta yelled. Trunks quickly fled into the house. He loved Ginger even more than his father. "You can continue afterwards," said Bulma, soothed him and closed the front door. Trunks went to the phone and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Um, hello. This is Ginger.""Hello. Do you now know when you have time?"

"Yes. I could come to you tomorrow after school, for example."

"According to me."

"I don't know if it's okay if I eat something at your place. Otherwise it's not that bad ..."

"Yes, it's okay. We can talk about it again tomorrow at school."

"Okay. See you tomorrow then."

"See you."

Trunks hung up. At least she'd been a little friendlier. "Well, have you made an appointment?" Asked Bulma who just came around the corner. "Yes. Is it okay if she comes to us after school? She would then eat with us too," Trunks replied. "Sure," replied his mother. Hopefully it wouldn't be a fiasco if someone normal came to their home. After all, his father lived here! Trunks panicked a little. "Uh ... she ... I ... well, I'll come home a little later because then I'll have to take the bus." After all, he couldn't fly home when Ginger was there. His mother nodded, "Do you want to go back to Vegeta?I told him you would go ahead and ... you know him ... "" Um, no. I still have an awful lot of homework, "Trunks said, he grabbed his bag that was still in the corner and disappeared into his room. There, however, the schoolbag was pushed into the corner just as roughly and Trunks dropped onto his bed He was just totally exhausted and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.