Since everyone forced me to keep writing, I'll just do it ...


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.... he moved very quickly to another showcase with a sword from the late Middle Ages.


Trunks reached through the glass and got hold of the handle.


He could only glimpse his "achievement" for half a second and the result was more or less


The sword was magnificent too, but it was nowhere near enough


the unknown approaching ...


Trunks got in her way when she tried to flee with the sword.


"Mm .. you and that one," she pointed to Vegeta, "you don't look like you always do


obey the law ... you make your own, don't you? "


"Oh nonsense! You don't know anything ..."


But inwardly he agreed with her ... his father really did everything


what was not allowed ...


She wanted to run past him but he blocked her escape again.

"I think you want a fight?"


Trunks gave her a challenging look ...


"Its possible..."


"OK..."


There followed a quick sequence of blows on both sides, neither touching the other ...


The girl jumped in the air and kicked him in the face ...


Trunks was getting angry ...


he couldn't be fooled. He drew far and hurled the sword at her,


but she jumped meters back into the furniture department of the exhibition.


Trunks caught the gun just before it could split the head of a spectator.


The mysterious warrior stood with her back to an 18th century couch.


"You have to give her one thing, I've seldom seen anyone who works so well with her


Sword could handle. ", he thought.


She actually had Trunks in her hand, because the piece of furniture was quite high,


almost like a wall behind which pretty much

little strangers. He swung the sword to hit her but she only made one


elegant reverse roll over the couch.


Unfortunately he noticed it too late and the rarity was divided ...


"You have to pay for that then!", She giggled.


"Grr .."


She jumped over to the other side to keep fighting.


It deliberately sank lower and hit him with the tip of the foot


on the shin ...


at the same time she spun around and stuck


the sword up to the hilt in the divided furniture.


Trunks struggled to get up again.


The kick had been hard ...


The stranger took up a fighting position and Trunks understood.


He dropped his sword and looked around.


His father had stood by the side the entire time, folded his arms.


"Trunks, watch out .. their technique is sophisticated and it is incredibly fast!


It must be very strong, consider the sword! ", Vegeta sent him telepathically.

"Aha, so your name is Trunks!"


He looked at her in amazement ... and she winked at him.


He had to be damn careful though


he wanted to stand against her ...


she looked harmless, almost weak,


but he knew his father was right ...


she was different ...


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I have to break up here * G *