hard, we hardly get any food and very few of us are still alive. My family is also one of those who still toil there. “She paused, swallowed hard, and tears ran down her face and dripped onto the floor.” My father was one of the Super Sajajins. Since I am the firstborn, he trained me. Until I was able to transform myself into Super Sajajins. Then he helped me escape and we made it too. I grabbed a space capsule and flew around for weeks. Until I met this planet. I felt a strong energy coming from the planets. Stronger than that of a Super Sajajin. And you were that energy, I know that now. "She wiped away her tears and looked at Trunks expectantly. Trunks felt that she hadn't said everything, but rather consciously told this short version, in which everything was important, but many feelings were missing.But he said nothing about it, just looked at her sadly and tried to digest the words.


There were more Sajajins and they were in danger. But it scared him that there was a monster somewhere that even a bunch of Sajajins had no chance against. This figure had to be either as strong as Cell, or, as he feared, even stronger. Yes, if even eight Super Sajajins didn't stand a chance together. He didn't know what to think of all this, he only knew one thing, he had to help the girl. After all, this was about his race, maybe even his relatives. And as the son of the prince of the Sajajins he felt an unprecedented responsibility for the people.


“And who are you?” Kira's voice, again firm, broke his flow of thoughts. Trunks looked up and smiled slightly.


"My name is Trunks, I'm half-Sajajin, my mother is human and my father was ..." he hesitated for a moment but then continued, "the prince of the Sajajins."He looked at the girl, whose face brightened.


"You are a descendant of the royal line? Thank the gods!" She exclaimed, still beaming at Trunks. But then her look suddenly became sad. "So he's dead too, your father ..."


Trunks nodded and told her his story. He didn't let go, following an inner voice that whispered to him that he could trust Kira completely. His story began with the appearance of the cyborgs, what happened before that he decided was unimportant. He told of Son Goku, the strongest fighter the world had ever seen, how he was attacked by heart disease and died. This was followed by the story of the Z-fighters who set out to fight the cyborgs. His father was there too, and only Gohan was able to escape. This was followed, in a few words, by his training hours with Son Goku's son, until he finally arrived at his journey into the past, which he changed there.Trunks told the story long and in great detail, but also avoided keeping feelings out as much as possible, so that it was a factual report as it was in newspapers.


Kira listened attentively the whole time, never interrupting him. When he finished, their eyes met. Trunks couldn't read her black eyes. They showed sadness, but then also a strong feeling of happiness.


"If all these Z-warriors were still alive and your people would be saved," she said, looking past Trunks.


"They are not my people. I hardly know them. The only Sajajins I should know are dead." He smiled to let the harsh sentence lose its effect a little. Then his smile broadened into a grin. “You can be glad that I'm not the king, otherwise I would have to arrest you for theft!” He laughed briefly. "What do you need all the materials for?"


"For my spaceship, it didn't survive the landing here as well as I did!"

Amazement spread across Trunk's face. "You mean you can handle this weird stuff you stole and fix this thing?"


The girl raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Sure, don't you?"


"No, but my mother. She would surely help us and build a new, larger spaceship. Only one person can fit in this one. And at least you have to show me the way." He grinned even wider.


Kira gave him a quick, but not too painful, push in the side. "Show off! But I wish I had your sense of humor!" She added the latter sentence a little more quietly, so that she was almost certain that Trunks hadn't understood. It sounded way too sad to her ears. And as if the sun had caught wind of her sadness, she hid behind a cloud that floated lonely in the sky at the exact moment in which she uttered the sentence.






"Do you think you can do anything there?"Trunks asked his mother in a low whisper. He and Kira had flown to the Capsule Corporation immediately afterwards, with the space capsule, and Kira's astonishment was not bad when she noticed who Trunks mother was. She was even known to her, with her ingenious inventions who were famous all over the world.


Now they were in the workshop in the lower part of the building. That was called Trunks and Bulma stood in front of the space capsule while Kira looked around with wide eyes. Again and again she took one or the other device in her hands, twisted it back and forth between her fingers.


Bulma followed her with looks then shrugged at Trunks. "I have no idea. I would have to see how this thing works first." "Let's see, if I manage to install its propulsion power in one of our spaceships without the metal flying around our ears, then yes!" She smiled briefly, but then looked at Trunks questioningly.He sensed that the answer was very important to her, even as he heard her words. "Will you then go to this planet and save the Sajajins?"


Trunks said nothing for a long time, just watched Kira, whose eyes grew bigger and bigger. You'd think she'd never seen anything like it, and yet the technology that had enabled her to get here was much more modern than the one here on earth. Kira seemed to notice his gaze and looked up at him. Trunks smiled briefly, but then turned his attention back to Bulma. "Well, you said yourself I needed a challenge!" He grinned humorlessly.


Bulma just looked sadly into the distance. "If you go, I'll go with you too!"


"It's out of the question!" Trunks replied firmly and looked her straight in the eye. His mother, however, put her hands on her hips, slightly angry. "Oh, and you want to forbid me from doing that?" She dug her right index finger into his stomach and shook her head in annoyance."I've already had much bigger adventures .." Which she wasn't entirely wrong about. One only had to think back to Freezer's time. Wasn't she then traveling to Namek with Gohan and Kuririn?


"Besides," she added a little more quietly, so that Trunks only got the point of her words. “Nothing will stop me here if you're not there!” She said nothing more, turned abruptly and walked over to Kira. Trunks only saw them talking wildly, gesticulating. Bulma's arms often pointed at the space capsule. Or maybe on him too?


He didn't want his mother to go with him, you could tell by looking at him. He was afraid, after all he had already lost his father and now should he lose his mother too? He would never let that happen. But there would be no other choice. From everything Kira had said, Storg did not seem to be a pleasant companion. And again, he couldn't protect his mother when the going got tough.His eyes watched the two women who had meanwhile stepped to the space capsule thoughtfully. Kira seemed to be explaining to Bulma how the thing worked, only understanding the station.


He shook his head and went up to the living room. He didn't understand too much about that after all, he knew that. He could build and invent things, but he couldn't analyze space capsules whose technology was a lot more advanced than his own.


It was as quiet as ever in the living room. A silence that he had never noticed in the other time plane. How could he, there it simply wasn't there. He hadn't been "at home" often, but every time everything was filled with laughter and voices, which gave the room a certain liveliness. But now it was quiet, his steps echoed softly. He stopped for a moment, looked around. The living room was brightly decorated, blue armchairs and sofas and orange walls.And yet it seemed to him that he was seeing films in black and white where there was no color. So bleak and lonely in a way. He looked around the living room. His father was always standing on the left side of the window, always leaning against the wall away from the others. He saw himself sitting in front of the television with Yamcha and Gohan. And how his mother came in, carrying the little Trunks in her arms. In the whole timeframe he had never seen his father alone, never noticed the big Sajajin next to the little baby. Had he even taken him in his arms? Hardly, Trunks thought bitterly as he went into the kitchen and emptied a bottle of water. He leaned calmly against the refrigerator, like Bulma had when he told her about Kira's first meeting. He didn't know how long he stood there without thinking, just staring at a spot on the wall. But the sun was already setting when the two women returned.

They looked up in surprise when they saw Trunks leaning against the fridge, dejected. His mother was already hurrying towards him, but Trunks pulled himself together. "So, got on?" he asked quickly to calm his mother down at the same time.


Both just shrugged their shoulders. “Theoretically it should work.” Bulma mumbled and Kira added: “But we have to see how it looks in practice first!” Trunks smiled to himself, the two seemed to understand each other perfectly. And it didn't surprise him when his mother stepped up to the fridge with a grin, pushed Trunks aside and announced loudly that she would make something to eat for her now.


Kira just smiled slightly. “Yes, that would be nice.” She looked briefly at Trunks, who couldn't read her gaze. Bulma seemed to understand him, at least she asked her to take a shower. "Towels are in the closet in the bathroom. And then I'll