I have 3 stories going on right now and I don't know


which one I should write on first, so I'll quickly get on with this one first!


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They were facing each other now ...


Trunks' muscles were tense, ready to defend if they did


suddenly attack ...


"Lady's first ..." he said.


"Oh how nice!" Said the stranger ironically.


"Well, if you don't want to. Prepare to attack !!!"


"OK..."


Both went into the typical position ... but ...


"STOP, wait a minute ... you can't fight in this fumble ...!"


Trunks got pope eyes and stuttered:


"You ... you don't want to take that off now, do you?"


It looked like she had nothing underneath ... the dress was tight, didn't offer any space for a combat suit.


She just grinned ...


"The thought makes you nervous?"

With a jerk she tore off her dress ... and strangely enough she was still wearing a combat suit ...


knows only with one strap, bare feet and actually you couldn't call them pants ... more like hot pans ...


Trunks nodded in acknowledgment:


"Stylish!"


"Thank-you..."


"SAY YOU WANT TO EXCHANGE FASHION TIPS HERE OR ARE YOU STARTING TO FIGHT NOW ???", Vegeta yelled at the side ....


"Inedible, your friend there ..."


"My father..."


"Really? You don't even notice ..."


"I take that as a compliment ... but now let's continue ... before he ticks off ..."


"I hope you are ready ...?"


"ALWAYS."


They took position again and Trunks launched an attack ... a tremendous series of punches and kicks at a record speed ...


While they were fighting, Bulma stepped up to Vegeta ...


"Tell me, do you really have to make a fight out of everything? I was so looking forward to a little rest!"

"Be quiet ... you don't understand!"


"But I don't want to stay here any longer .. the police are sure to come soon .. and then ..."


"Then take Bra and go home with her !!"


"Oh ... to get Trunks involved in something again?"


"Now go ... at the moment you can't stop him anyway!"


"Grr ... what do I think about you!"


Vegeta shrugged and Bulma turned on her heel, grabbed Bra and left the scene.


Trunks and the stranger meanwhile were back in the starting position ...


"Mmm..you are good ..." she stated.


"Of course. What did you expect?"


She was about to rush towards him ... something beeped ...


she stopped and grabbed the belt.


She brought out a kind of radar that she was now looking at.


"Shit ... damn crap!"


"What?"


"Sorry. I have more important things to do, I have to go!"


Trunks groaned!


"Just say they are just about to sell the dress you really wanted to buy today ..."

"No!", She interrupted him harshly, "the situation is serious!"


He frowned ...


"AU Revoir!"


She pushed off the floor and pushed through the ceiling, 3 stories to the roof ...


Trunks responded quickly:


"Father ... I'm chasing them ... are you trying to calm down the police!"


Then he followed her ... in his mind he scolded himself again ...


He shouldn't have said anything to his father ... who knows ... he'd probably wipe out all the police now.


But he didn't have time to think about it now.


On the roof he saw her standing at the edge.


"Hey! What are you doing?"


No Answer.


She just dropped ...


5 meters from the ground she pulled herself up again and began to fly westward.


It didn't surprise him in the least that she could fly. He had expected that.


He took up the chase ...


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Well, if it's the nicest, you have to stop, what bad luck * g * ....

hope you like it and you keep writing


diligent comments!