robbery. This time at Koldram. Another shadowy figure who had stolen rare materials."She sighed," if this continues, we will probably lag behind with production. "


Trunks nodded. It was maddening. This was the third time that this big company had been robbed. It was the same game every time. A masked figure, always the same, infiltrates the company, ignoring all surveillance cameras. He always saw only a shadow, that is what the press called her. Then it was said again 'The shadow has struck again'. Of course, their company came into play, especially because they were the regular customers of those robbed companies. Capsule often worked with rare materials that might only be found once or twice in the world, so this shadow became a real nuisance.


“Hey!” Again Bulma broke his thoughts. "Why don't you put this shadow on?"


"I?"


"Of course you are, after all, you are the strongest guy in the world.In addition, no police officer has yet managed to catch him. I am sure you can. And ... "she hesitated, but then smiled," you have a job that might distract you from all your sorrows. "


Trunks looked at the floor. He knew his mother was right. And yet it kind of hurt to hear it out of her mouth.


"Come on Trunks! Head up, stand up!" Tenderly she stepped up to him and lifted his head slightly with her free hand so that he had to look up at her whether he wanted to or not.


"You're a Trunks fighter. I know I could never stop you from leaving all of this when you face a real opponent. This may be your chance."


Trunks looked at her for a long time. "A thief who has run along is supposed to be an opponent for me?"


Bulma shook her head. “It's not just a thief who ran along. A thief like that wouldn't come ten meters.” Well, either he's damn smart or he can fly."The latter word made Trunks sit up and take notice. Flying? He hadn't seen anyone fly in a while, except himself, of course.


"Flying? Do you think it's an ancient art fighter?" he asked his mother excitedly.


She just shrugged her shoulder. "Find out!" she just said and left the kitchen with a wink.


Trunks looked after her in amazement. Should he find out? Was there anything to find out at all? He didn't know, but he felt his heart begin to pound with excitement. He felt the familiar itch in his fingers that he heard every time a fight was before him. But who should he fight? Against a thief who ran along? That was crazy. But not crazy enough, as he discovered the following night ...






Well, as the saying goes: to be continued!