the twilight. She looked graceful, her movements were just perfect, graceful, he would almost say if he didn't know that there was a man standing in front of him. But did he really know? It fell from his eyes like scales, the high moaning, much too high for a man, these graceful movements, it all fit together.


Amazed, he straightened up from his fighting stance so that he was standing up straight. "You are a girl?"


"And you a boy!"The snotty answer came back, which didn't seem to have anything in common with the graceful movement. He saw her take a fighting stance and stuck her chin out defiantly.


Now he could see the long, dark hair that peeked out from under the cap and gently waved in the breeze. Her slim figure also showed clearly under her skin-tight, black suit.


Trunks instead remained standing as he was, which seemed to impress the girl. "What is?" she asked, still the snotty tone in her voice.


Trunks just grinned and shrugged his shoulders calmly. "I don't fight girls!"


A slight snort from his opponent literally wiped the grin off his face. “Either you move your fat bum and attack, or I do!” She didn't wait for an answer, she could probably already guess it. With a loud scream, she ran towards him at a remarkable pace, briefly disappeared from the scene and reappeared behind him.Trunks fended off the blow with ease, but couldn't prevent his concentration from giving way to amazement. How could she fight so well? Where does she get the strength from? He managed to parry all of her hard, well-aimed punches, but he felt his concentration wane. He didn't hear any voices yet, but pictures kept coming up of Cell, the cyborgs and the weird cyborg that he had never seen before and who later became Dr. Gero himself turned out.


The girl followed up a few more blows, which Trunks easily fended off before she let go of him and looked at him. Anger spread across her face as far as he could see in the dark. But he didn't need to see it, he felt her ki growing steadily, with every blow she had given him and every anger that penetrated her body. "Damn it, finally defend yourself!" she shouted angrily at him.


Trunks just looked at her. "Tell me why?"

This question made the girl even more angry. He felt her ki increase, grow to a size that he would not have thought her capable of. Her hair was blowing gently in the wind her energy caused and her eyes looked hard up at him.


Trunks returned the look. This girl had great strength, perhaps greater than his? He didn't know, he just knew that that wasn't all of her strength. His ki also increased as he concentrated his strength, wiping the images from his mind and giving himself up completely to the impending battle. Not that he wanted to fight this girl. He'll leave it at just fending off her attacks like he's been doing all along. The girl saw it and smiled. But it was by no means a warm smile, rather one that emerged from sheer contempt. For a brief moment he saw Vegeta standing in her place. He too always had that contemptuous smile ready, especially when he was fighting.

He pushed the thought and the image that had emerged from it aside. He had to concentrate, couldn't live in the past. Still, he couldn't stop his ki dropping a considerable amount. The girl noticed it too and attacked.


He heard her scream, which clearly showed that she was preparing for an attack. And it came in the form of a red energy beam. Trunks felt the strength that was in him, wasn't sure if he could fight it off. But he didn't want to evade either, so that the whole building might be blown up.


The whole room was lit with the red light of the beam coming at him at a breakneck pace. He looked at him and again a picture appeared. Just as under a similar ray he was supposed to have lost his life in the other time plane through Cell.


He shook the thought aside and reached out, fingers spread wide apart. The energy beam hit with full force.For a brief moment it seemed as if he was being dragged along with him on the floor, but Trunks stood firm. He concentrated on his hand, which gradually absorbed the energy beam. Sweat came out of his pores, his outstretched hand trembled slightly.


Images appeared in him again. That voice again, trying to ruin his concentration.


“The hair doesn't grow on real Sajajins!” Again his father's scornful voice. The image of the smaller Sajajin with the upright black hair stood clearly in front of him. He saw it abundantly, no detail circumvented him. His derogatory smile pointed straight at him as if he was watching the fight and ashamed of the defeat of his son who let himself be beaten by a girl and his eyes seemed even harder and calmer. This gave Trunks some incentive, despite the lack of concentration.


He smiled, but this time in no way friendly.It was a hard smile that reflected all of his feelings. He would show his father that he could do it without mutating into a Super Sajajin. He was going to show Cell that he wouldn't let himself be killed again for any kind of attack. With a scream he absorbed the beam and for a brief moment his hair changed from blue to blonde as he mobilized his anger. This time the beam did not gradually disappear, but exploded with a loud bang a little above them. would have. Dust trickled down on the two fighters and Trunks hair color finally turned back into the usual blue that he had inherited from his mother. He suppressed his anger and looked at the girl. The smile was still on his face. He could clearly feel how it made her nervous.


"Not bad boy!" she said in a derogatory but appreciative tone. She didn't seem to have noticed the change in his hair color, or blamed the biting red light that brought about the explosion.

Trunks showed no emotion, just that hard smile. "I have to return the compliment. You seem to be a real surprise bag."


A smile mirrored the girl's face. He saw it clearly, despite the darkness that reigned around them after the red energy beam had been absorbed. “You will be surprised how!” With a quick movement she reached into the pocket of her suit and pulled out a round something that she threw with full force on the floor.


In the next moment the room was filled with smoke, which tickled the nose strongly. Trunks saw his opponent pulling out a cloth that she pressed onto his mouth and nose, then he had to cough and hot tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. There was nothing he could do, even he was powerless against such things. He could have held his breath, but his reaction, as he had all day, came too late.Coughing and panting, he got down on his knees, tried to wipe the tears from his face, which he didn't particularly succeed in doing. If he wiped one away, ten more came out of his eyes. He cursed as much as he could in the acrid smoke and tried to peer through the smoke. But the density of the smoke and the tears made it by no means easy, so that he saw the other end of the room, where the path led to the passage through which he came, only distorted.


“I hope you don't mind if we continue the fight at a different time!” He suddenly heard the thief's voice right next to him. The voice rang in his ears like a gentle summer breeze and washed over his thoughts. Trunks averted his tear-soaked eyes from the exit door and instead looked in the direction in which the thief was hiding.


"That was not fair!" replied Trunks with a cough.


“Life is never fair,” she said. But this time completely serious. There was no snotty or contemptuous undertone in her voice.Just that serious tone, as if she were speaking from her heart.


With that she disappeared, ran out of the room. Trunks heard her loud footsteps for a long time while he himself lay helpless on his knees and waited for the smoke to clear. He tried to get up but couldn't. Instead, he caught another coughing fit that made him groan softly. He closed his eyes.


Again he saw his father before him. Again with that contemptuous smile on his face. Trunks couldn't even blame him. He had let himself be finished by a girl. "Damn it!" he muttered.


The smoke gradually cleared and even his tears dried up. He wiped the last of them off his face with his hand and carefully got up. With trembling legs, he stumbled out of the room back into the dark corridor. There he stopped for a while, took a deep breath in and out. He literally felt how his strength and concentration came back.Now they were there, now that he no longer needed them. He could easily have taken this girl off guard if his concentration had been there. But she was hiding, sending memories into his mind instead.


“Life is never fair.” He kept hearing the girl's words. If she only knew how right she was. If life were fair, he would not be alone. All of his friends would still be with him and especially his father. No, life is never and never will be fair.


Dejected, he left the building without giving him another look. It was still pitch dark outside. His watch told him it was shortly before two o'clock. A time in which every normal person is in bed. Trunks wanted to do that too, but then became aware of a passerby who was first stunned at a white something in his hand and then staring at the sky with bulging eyes.


He seemed to have noticed Trunk's gaze, at least he turned around and came running quickly towards him.

"Did you see that too? That girl ... flew ... in the air and disappeared ... like an airplane ... she flew!" he said, looking at Trunks as if he were a ghost.


Trunks reassured him. "Where did she ... uh fly to?"


The man pointed north with a shaky hand. "There ... and then she ... lost that!"


He gave him a note. Trunks looked at it briefly, but then put it in his pocket when