It took Bulma and Kira a whole week to develop a spaceship that was as fast as Kira's space capsule. A full week of Trunks training until they drop. Every day he flew up to Popo who was helping him exercise and after every day that passed he seemed to have made progress. His speed increased, his ki got stronger and otherwise, he seemed to be on the verge of exceeding his current Super Sajajin level. Not much was missing anymore, he felt that, but he just didn't succeed, he could shake it until it turned black. Popo was delighted with his progress. "Do well, do well!" he called every time Trunks had upgraded his technique. "Not much more missing!"


But grief rose in him too, during the week. He would have loved to fight with his father, would have set out with the Z-fighters to defeat Storg, as they had done with Cell. But all those he missed so much couldn't help him.And yet he felt that they were with him, every day and every hour that he trained and that the great event approached. Trunks had also tried to talk Bulma out of coming with them. It got to the point that in the end the whole Capsule Corporation building seemed to shake, filled with their screams. He had taken numerous reasons, but she put them all in their place. Only the fact that she was too old for something like that and that Father would never have allowed it, let her fall silent for a moment and think. With crossed fingers behind his back he waited for her answer, yes, triumph was already spreading in his eyes, but was suddenly defeated by her fist, which slammed on the table. She looked at him with eyes narrowed with anger. "I'll go whether you like it or not! And never say I'm too old for that!" With that she got up and left him alone. He had tried again, but this attempt failed miserably.Finally he said nothing more, just toyed with the idea of ​​tying them to the spaceship after they landed on Honth.


But this week went by too. As always when you are afraid of a day, then it comes closer all the faster. It was the same with Trunks. It was like waiting and training for just one day instead of seven. But now they were in the laboratory of the Capsule Corp. Building. The sun had not shown up all day, as if it knew that today was simply not the day to shine.


In retrospect, the past week seemed like a nightmare to him. He didn't hear any more voices and didn't experience any other adventures in his world of memory. Yet that terrible, all-consuming feeling of loneliness was with him every day, as if it had stuck to him with the strongest glue.


He rarely saw Kira that week. She lived with them too, actually a room away from Trunks, but she seemed to hang around the lab all day and only come out for meals.It was the same with his mother, and as if it hadn't been enough, they talked incessantly about their further development on the spaceship and hardly got to eat.


But now one no longer had to talk about the development of the spaceship. It was finished. It stood before him like a great majestic ball, white with a blue stripe running straight through the middle. Trunks knew this model, he had seen it dozens of times. It was a typical model that only his mother's company made. Slowly, almost tenderly, he stroked the outer wall of the ship. They were ready to go, ready to say goodbye to the earth. He heard steps and recognized Kira walking slowly towards him. She wore blue short jeans that came down to her thigh and underlined her long legs. In addition a sleeveless shirt, but in white. "Are you ready?" she asked him.


Trunks nodded, adjusting his sword to take with him. He wore the same clothes he'd worn when he'd traveled back in time.A sleeveless shirt, baggy pants and the blue Capsule Corp. Jacket.


"Tell me, where did you get the jacket from, do you work for us?" His mother asked him when he first appeared to wait for Son Goku to return and to warn the Z-warriors. Trunks hadn't said anything to that, had just felt the slight blush that he felt now at the sight of Kira. But he pulled himself together. He himself didn't know why he was wearing the clothes. He woke up that morning, reached into his closet and held exactly these clothes in his hands as if they had been waiting for it and had literally jumped into his arms.


"For sure!" he replied and took a long look at the ship. Kira nodded and stepped up next to him. "Now there's no turning back. If you want to turn back, do it now, I wouldn't even blame you." Trunks only stared at her briefly. "There's no point if we don't face it.Besides, it is my father's people that Storg has set out to do. And I will not let that sit on me! "His words sounded like an oath, but Kira seemed to confuse her, but she said nothing. She hesitated briefly, held her hand in the air and seemed to be struggling with herself. In the end, however, the winning side fought its way through and she grabbed after Trunks sword that he had strapped to his back. He wanted to say something, but sensed that it was not the right time to put words into the world. She stepped up to the spaceship and scratched the sword lightly, but legible grooves in. The clanking sound echoed in the room, but it gave Trunks a sense of familiarity if he hadn't heard it a year ago.


There were four letters that now adorned the outer wall, four letters that had an important meaning for both of them. H-O-P-E. "Now it is our ship of hope!" she whispered and struck the outside wall with the broadside of her sword, directly on the slightly cracked writing.It looked like a ship's christening, except that you used a sword instead of the bottle of alcohol. And it was exactly the same. From that moment on it wasn't her spaceship or the space capsule but just Hope.


The next moment the door opened with a loud roar. Trunks and Kira turned around at the same moment, waiting to see Bulma. But it wasn't Bulma, unless her hair suddenly turned black and she had eaten around a hundred cream cakes in the last few minutes. In front of them stood a short, round man dressed like an Indian. He was carrying a sword and his clothes were orange in color. Trunks and Kira were about to get into fighting stance when he raised his hands soothingly.


"If I had come to fight, you would all be dead!" he snapped at her in a snotty but clearly lisping tone, much more snotty than the one Kira always used when she was angry. (ah don't expect me to write in Lispel language now ... I have too little experience ^ ^.Well now you just have to imagine the voice of the person you all know! ;))


"Who are you?" came Trunks suspicious question. (I never know if he met him in the past, so I have now taken the liberty that he has never seen him before. Piccolo / God forgive me!)


The Indian came cautiously closer, eyed him for a while. "So you are the son of Vegeta. Well, I hope you are not such a tyrant as he was." He circled Trunks, his eyes always appraisingly directed at him. "You are similar to him before, at least you have the same treacherous eyes that I would never trust!"


Trunks followed him as far as he could. Confusion crept into him. He did not know this figure, had never seen it before, but he felt a familiarity radiate from it, which he had previously only felt in the Z-fighters.


"Who are you?" he asked again and Kira nodded in agreement.She also looked down suspiciously at the somewhat small guy. Her body was tense, like that of a cat slinking up to the mouse ready for the decisive leap.


But they did not get an answer. Instead, they heard Bulma's voice from the door. Nobody noticed that she had been watching them for a while. Now she just grinned and couldn't help but laugh.


"Yajirobi, what are you doing?"


Trunks stared at his mother in amazement, but then turned his gaze down to so-called Yajirobi. "Yaji-who?"


"Yajirobi, rude guy!" he yelled at him, and immediately jumped onto a box that was carelessly standing around in the laboratory. Now his and Trunk's face were level. With his chin stuck out, he looked at him belligerently.


"Oh, yes, and what ... uh ... do you want?" Trunks just managed to get confused. He didn't know whether to be angry or just roll himself on the floor laughing, but then decided on neither, but looked at the Indian named Yajirobi expressionlessly.

Bulma came closer in the meantime, reached under Yajirobi's shirt, making a nagging sound. But she persisted and brought out a small brown sack. "Ever heard of magic beans?"


"Magic beans?" it came from Kira, who was just as stunned as she was when Yajirobi showed up. She looked at Trunks, whose face showed a smile. "Yes, you eat them after a knockout and you'll be as good as new again."


"What does as good as new mean here ??? You are like new again!" the little Indian-like man ruled at him, almost falling off the box. Bulma had to laugh again, finally made a move to introduce the people to each other.


"Well, this is Yajirobi, do you remember, Trunks? He lives with Master Quince, who plants the magic beans under God's palace."


"And how does he know who I am? And anyway, he has a ki, why is he still alive?"


Bulma's grin widened and her eyes began to glow dreamily."He met your father when he wanted to conquer the earth. Besides, it was no secret that he had a son, after all they know everything up there and they don't simply overlook a fighter who had finally defeated the cyborgs."


Yajirobi nodded, which made it clear that he was satisfied with Bulma's story.


"He's still alive," continued his mother, "because he didn't fight the cyborgs!"


This time the small man didn't nod. Instead, he began to brawl loudly. "What do you mean, I didn't fight? I fought like a lion. I would have finished these things ... I just didn't want to get in between ..." he added in a meek