were her, and she was empty, it would be a damned unrealistic coincidence.


With one jump he swung into the air and looked the area from above.It was a bright afternoon, the sun shining down on him high up at the zenith of the sky. A light wind came up and blew away sand and dust on the floor. It was a warm summer day and the air was accordingly dry. He'd heard on television warnings against trying too hard in the sun. He was already sweating, even though he hadn't tried at all. But he did not let that deter him, let his gaze wander all the further back and forth, but without recognizing anything. He was about to give up and fly back when he saw a bright flash, as if the sun had been reflected somewhere, perhaps on a metal.


He flew down quickly and could hardly believe his eyes. Below him, covered in sand and a few branches, was a white space capsule with a blue stripe in the middle. Whoever had used it had gone to great lengths to hide it. He hastily moved the space capsule aside and looked at it.It wasn't particularly big, he estimated that it was only made for one person. But something made him pause, on the right side he saw four letters HOPE carved into the metal. Hope, he had scratched that too in his time machine. But what did that mean? It wasn't his time machine. And what did the person hope for?


This time he felt the energy beam that came flying towards him, so that he could still get to safety. He was lucky, because exactly where he had been a fraction of a second ago was a small crater from which light smoke rose. Trunks looked around carefully, sensed an energy that was not alien. He had felt it before, but couldn't think of who. He only knew one thing, it wasn't Cell, and it wasn't one of the Z warriors either.


Again he felt the energy beam before he saw it and again his good concentration saved him again. But this time he also saw the person who had created him.A slender girl with long black hair stood in the air a few yards from him. She wasn't wearing that black, tight-fitting suit again, but a white mini skirt with a blue shirt. Only the base ball cap reminded of her, of the great warrior he had met in the Koldram building. Only this time you couldn't say that she looked like a warrior. On the contrary, more like a normal girl who mastered the old art, but by no means that unscrupulous fighter from back then.


Her dark eyes were fixed directly on him and studied him as he stood there, in an open, blue shirt and long trousers. He smiled. "So we meet again!"


The girl did not respond. "What do you want here!"


Trunk's smile widened. At least she still had that snotty undertone in her voice that he had really missed that week. "Oh, I thought I'd fly around a bit, look for space capsules and lo and behold, you'll find what you're looking for!"

Slowly, without taking his eyes off him, the girl floated to the ground until it appeared there gently. Her gaze was still fixed on him when she stood in front of the capsule. She looked at the small hole that her energy beam had torn. Otherwise, the capsule remained intact, which was something of a miracle. Her fingers brushed the cut that was close to the hole. Trunks followed her and landed on the floor next to her. "Hope?" asked he.


The girl looked up. Her eyes narrowed. "You idiot, you almost broke everything. You would have blown up my space capsule!" she snapped at him angrily.


"Now hold your breath, who was playing around with energy beams here? Definitely not me!"


"If you weren't here, I wouldn't have had to use it either!"


"You didn't have to use it like that, you could have come here and asked me!"


"I NEVER ASK !!!!!"Her scream echoed through the rocky desert. And for a moment it seemed as if the rocks were gently shaking in the sound waves and collapsing over them. But none of that came in, her voice was still too soft, but loud enough for his ears to roar.


Trunks rolled her eyes, she looked like his father as hell. You just have to say "I'm a princess, I never ask!" and he would have thought he had found his relatives.


"Where are you from?" he asked her.


"It's none of your business, get out of here."


"Forget it, I'll stay here until you've told me everything in a nutshell."


"Then just wait until the pepper grows."


"Damn it, you need help, I just want to help you."


The girl blinked, but then gave a hollow laugh. "You help me? I think this is a size too big for you, so let it be better!" With these words she stepped away from the capsule and was about to flee, but Trunks stepped quickly in front of her, so fast that it appeared to have disappeared for a short time and reappeared in front of her.

"You are fast, you have to be given that!" she said and looked at him for a long time. Trunks smiled at that, allowing himself to be examined, even though he was uncomfortable when she was a girl. No fighter, no enemy or anything.


"I want to help you, why do you want to fight me?" he asked as gently as he could.


"Well ... because ..." the girl's eyes looked at him in amazement. "because ... why do you even ask such a stupid question!" she snapped at him in the same tone that she had been using in his presence the whole time.


Trunks just looked at her. Studied her dark hair under the cap, as well as the twisted face mixed with astonishment. Shaking his head, he stepped closer to her, expecting her to back away. But with that he had miscalculated. Fighting, she stretched her chin towards him while they looked into each other's eyes. He looked directly into her dark, almost black eyes, which glittered slightly in the sun.

“Who are you?” Trunks looked at her, holding her gaze until it was her who lowered her gaze and stared at the floor. Carefully she took a step back from him, but immediately picked up Trunks again. So it went on, she one step back, Trunks one step forward, so that the distance always remained the same. She lowered her gaze until her back hit the capsule, but then started.


At that moment they were both very close, could hear the beating of the other's heart, feel the breath on their noses. The wind ruffled her long legs, lifted the already short skirt a bit and without saying anything, he took the cap off her head and threw it into the landscape. This time he saw all of her hair, which fell loosely to her shoulder. It was black hair, with a distinct shimmer of blue in it ... "gossip"


Carefully he put his hand to his cheek after the slap in the face hit him with full force.“What are you even thinking of, insolent fellow!” The next moment he was hit by a glowing red energy beam, most of which he was able to ward off. Still, he couldn't help but groan. It wasn't that he was weaker than her. If she were a boy, he would have thrown the energy beam back with twice the force. But she was a girl, and fighting girls, hurting them, he'd never been able to do. Except for C-18. So far she was the only girl he had ever fought. But Trunks never counted her as a girl, rather as an unscrupulous robot that had to be eliminated.


"Don't you dare to do that anymore!" she shouted at him furiously. Again he could feel the steady growth of her ki. It kept growing, much bigger than the one she had created in the Koldram building. Then he felt it, like a flicker in the air, heard how she concentrated her strength, gathered it.He saw her being surrounded by a bright beam, saw her hair change from black to straw blonde. Her bright scream echoed through the empty building as she was in the middle of being transformed into a super. Sajajin was. Trunks just stood there, unable to move. He just stared at her. The scream fell silent and with it the faint echo. In front of him was a blonde girl, her hair sticking stiffly from her face. She was surrounded by a bright circle of light, which then disappeared.


She looked at him with shining icy blue eyes. “Fight whoever you may be!” Her voice was calm now, showing no trace of that snotty undertone that she had been bringing out all along with him. Instead it was icy and of such deep contempt that Trunks couldn't help but shiver.






To be continued * g *