Hi well, maybe there will be more sequels, it depends on how I feel like whether I will write the long version or the short version! And also how the story goes down with you! ;O)






Bulma nodded when Trunks had ended his nightly adventure. She had been awake when he walked into the Capsule Corporation, had some important work to do on the computer. But now they were both sitting in the kitchen, which was called Trunks, while Bulma tried out her dreaded cooking skills and made him a bite to eat. At least it was a minor matter for a Sajajin. She herself could have eaten a whole day of it. Still, she listened attentively, but never interrupted him.


Now she stepped up to him, took a plate and filled it with the contents of the pan, which contained a mixture of rice, meat and other stuff. Then she put the still full pan on the table and went to the refrigerator.She came back with a bottle of juice and two glasses and sat down opposite her son, who briefly examined the food. Bulma noticed the cautious look on his face. "Don't worry, I don't want to poison you yet!"


Trunks just grinned at that. "Well, one never knows with you!" he just said and began to eat. After the first bite it aroused his hunger, which the short fight had brought with it, and he literally shoveled the food into himself, although he still had better eating habits than Son Goku.


Bulma smiled: "Seems like a real fighter, doesn't she?"


Trunks nodded under the chews. "Yes, shi was really strong. Nothing, that I wouldn't have finished with her, .." he swallowed, reached for the glass and emptied it in one gulp, "but, ... I was somehow too unfocused. Damn, would have I could only ask them, then we'd be smarter now. "


Bulma just nodded, let her gaze wander thoughtfully around the room, while Trunks gradually emptied the full pan.So he had met an opponent of the ancient arts after all, a challenge maybe. It hurt her soul to see that bored look on his face every day. He tried to hide it, but he would probably never be able to do that with her. His father hadn't made it either.


"Don't blame yourself. After all, you would have defeated her if she hadn't resorted to such unfair means. Our problem now would be to find out who she is. If only we had a clue ..."


Trunks looked up, swallowed the last of his midnight meal. He grinned as he pulled the note out of his pocket. "We did, she lost that! I almost forgot!" He handed him to his mother and poured himself another glass of juice. He did not take his eyes off her, studied her face carefully.


“Capsule Corporation,” his mother muttered as that pensive crease formed on her forehead.Trunks knew her well enough, saw her every time she strained her head. Or when she almost had the answer but couldn't grasp it.


"This code, can you do something with it?" he asked her.


"I don't know. It looks somehow familiar. I think I've seen it, but that was a long time ago. I think my father would know what it meant, but well ..." She lowered her head sadly towards the floor.


Trunks said nothing, he knew that his mother had had a hard time getting over her father's death. He, too, found it too difficult to suppress the grief, after all, his grandfather had been something of a substitute for his father. At least when it came to educational matters. In the fight it was more likely Son Gohan, but he was dead too.


"And there are no computer files that could help us?"


Bulma shook her head lost in thought. "Hardly ..." She looked up, Trunks could literally see how it was working in her brain."That means. The old files .. The ones from my great-grandfather, the one who founded the company.


"And where are they?"


His mother shrugged. "I don't know. You should be here in the company somewhere!"


Trunks grinned at his mother. "That's typical of you. Files that are lost here."


Bulma's face twisted into a mischievous, warning grin. He also knew this well enough. It was a warning, so to speak, that he'd better restrain his tongue. He had always done that before, but since he came back from the past, he just kept going. "Are you saying that I'm messy? Careful, you're walking on thin ice!"


Trunks only grinned wider at that. "Would hold me, but you? I don't know."


Bulma gave a shrill laugh and for a moment he seemed to have the Bulma in front of him, whom he had met in the past.And that he missed. "Have a look in your room before you criticize mine!"


"I'm a boy too, they're naturally messy!"


"Your father wasn't messy either!" she countered, whereupon Trunks laughed out loud.


"Well, you see, now guess who I inherited it from, definitely not from father!"


His mother stared at him in disbelief, torn with amazement and amusement. With a jerk she got up. "So, you think I'm messy. Then you can wash the dishes. And don't go to bed so late, yes!" For a moment he had the feeling that she was going out of the kitchen angrily without looking at him again , but shortly before the door she stopped again and smiled at him.


“Well, have a nice dream!” She said with a knowing grin that Trunks couldn't interpret. With that she left him alone. He heard her sneaking down the corridors a few more times, until the nightly silence fell in the house.

Trunks stared thoughtfully at the remains of his sumptuous midnight snack. He was alone again, alone with his memories. Those voices came up again, and faces showed up when he closed his eyes. But this time a dark-haired girl mingled between them, whom he would love to know who she was ...






More than a week had passed since that day, and Trunks had returned to his usual bored routine. He got up late (so he wouldn't be bored any longer), exercised, ate something, exercised, ate something again, watched television, helped Bulma look for the lost files. And sometimes, when he really couldn't take it anymore, he flew at a murderous pace over cities, deserts, even visited God's old palace, which was only maintained by Popo. He spent a whole day there, telling him about his experiences in the past and comforting the small, somewhat chubby man when he talked about his meeting of Piccolo / God.Big tears ran down the black face. Trunks also said that he had trained in the space of spirit and time, which now that God was gone for good no longer existed, or at least the gate would not open.


"I tried everything, but the gate didn't open!" said Popo in a sad tone.


Trunks just smiled. "It's okay. I don't want to go there anyway. Then I'd just be bored longer, first in there for a whole year and then out here for the remaining years. Besides, who should I train for?"


Popo's face suddenly became dead serious when he told of a space capsule that hit the earth a few days ago. "I am not God, but I can feel the power the capsule exudes. I very clearly feel, believe for a moment, God will be there again. But might be stronger or different, I do not know."


"And where did it come from?"


Popo shrugged. "I do not feel everything that is going on on earth, I am different from God.But I believe somewhere in a great rocky desert. I don't know name! "


Trunk's brow furrowed. Rocky desert. Could it be? "Thanks Popo, I'll have a look!"


With that he said goodbye to the little black man and flew west, directly towards the scene where they had fought Cell in the past. He clearly felt the fear rising in him. If a fully developed cell were to appear here on earth, it would hardly have a chance. But that could hardly be, after all, both cells were destroyed, the one who began his mischief in the past and the one not yet fully developed, which he had destroyed in this time period. That couldn't be, Dr. Gero was dead, he couldn't have built a second. But why not? Asked a small voice in the back of his mind. What if Dr. Gero had set up another base on some planet and had developed a second, perhaps even stronger cell there, which now flew to earth and has to find desperately that Goku and the cyborgs had disappeared.But maybe this cell didn't need cyborgs, it is already fully developed.


He felt how a slight goose bumps ran down his back, as he was already looking at the sharp-edged rocks from afar. Without hesitation, he landed.


Unlike in the past, this nature was still untouched. It adorned no crater and no boulders lay scattered about. He looked up at the great rock on which they had stood and watched the fight. Those memories came again. He saw Goku fight Cell and give up. So they thought the world was going to end. They had been naive, had put all their hopes in Goku, who, unlike his son, had no chance at all. He saw himself fighting against Cell's brood. They almost all had to believe in it. Although the creatures were small, they were in no way inferior to their creator. But then came Gohan, who mobilized all his anger and reached a level of Super Sajajin that Trunks had never heard of, let alone seen.For him it was a no brainer to destroy this brood. While they let them get them down, he partially destroyed himself with just one blow. Then came the countdown in which Goku sacrificed himself and achieved nothing. Cell came back and he didn't remember what happened after that, after all he had been dead. It had been a strange feeling, he couldn't remember whether he had seen paradise or anything else. He just felt like he was floating, floating free for a moment, knowing no more boundaries.


Trunks shook his head and drove the pictures away. With an effort he turned his head away from the large rock and let his gaze wander in circles. So far he hadn't discovered anything of a space capsule, but that didn't mean anything, after all, Popo hadn't been sure whether they had even landed here. But if it