voice, none of his snotty tone was missing Track. Bulma grinned even wider at that. "Anyway. You can come with me?"


For a moment you could see a slight glow in Yajirobi's dark eyes, as if he was crying after a nice daydream.But whatever he had dreamed of, reality began to cloud him again and the glow disappeared as suddenly as it had come. "No, I'm not tired of life. I stay here with Master Quince and watch out if new opponents come. Voluntarily save a few Sajajins who have run along, who am I? You only have trouble with them!"


"ACCOMPANYING SAJAJINS ??" Kira snapped at him this time. It was the first time that she spoke up. Trunks could clearly see the anger in her eyes and her ki increased too. He put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly, but she slapped it aside with her fists clenched. "Watch what you say you little bug!" her voice echoed around the building.


Yajirobi's eyes narrowed to small slits and pursed his lips as he studied her. He too could see the anger, but it left him cold. Instead it showed itself clearly in his eyes. "I'm not a little bug!You are too big, big boobies! "He snapped while he was about to attack Kira. With one jump he jumped from the box and got into a fighting position. Trunks tried instead to hold back Kira, who was also getting ready. Bulma alone This scene seemed to amuse her. She laughed out loud, while both Kira and Yajirobi looked up in amazement. Trunks stared at his mother too, he hadn't heard her laugh so heartily in a long time. And a smile spread across his face as well.


Yajirobi, on the other hand, didn't seem to find that funny at all. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Bulma with his chin stuck out. "What are you laughing at so stupidly?"


"Nothing nothing!" Bulma only said after wiping the tears from her eyes. "You just reminded me of the good old days. Do you remember when you almost got into a fight with Kuririn because he really wanted you to go to Namek and you were too cowardly?"

"I WAS NOT TOO FIG! Just not tired of life!" He scratched his feet on the ground, pretending that there was something very interesting about it. But then he looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I remember that was after the fight against Vegeta."


Bulma nodded. “Yes, and Son Goku was more dead than alive in the hospital.” Her gaze turned to the ceiling in amazement, as if she wanted to look at the sky, where they met again sometime later. Yajirobi followed her gaze.


"You feel it don't you?"


Bulma nodded, "Yes, for the first time I can feel their auras." Trunks stepped up to his mother, his eyes also on the ceiling. He felt it very clearly, the kis of strong friends filling the air. Moments later, Kira followed them.


"Will you come back?" Trunks asked excitedly like a little schoolboy who wants to know what he has written in a paper.


His mother just shook her head. "No, they probably never will.But they will be with us, every day that you get through here on earth and in the universe. "She put her arm around the waist of her son who towered over her height. Kira stood next to her, gazing up at the sky like all the others.


"Those are Sajajin's auras, at least I can feel three."


"Yes," Trunks smiled slightly, "the big three, Son Goku, Son Gohan and Vegeta, my father."


His mother nodded affirmatively beside him. "Yes together with Piccolo, Kuririn, Tenshinhan, Chao-Zu and Yamcha. They want to wish us good luck."


Trunks didn't say anything, he just enjoyed the feeling of feeling the real Z-fighters. He had felt it all the time in the other time plane, but these were different. Not from the power and the other intuition, they were in a certain way spurious when he compared them to the ones he had felt at that moment. For the first time he could feel his real father's. How much he would like to see him, tell him he missed him, even if he was a disgust.But this possibility will probably remain with him for the rest of his life.


He heard Yajirobi clear his throat that startled all three. So it was gone, the beauty of the moment that everyone had enjoyed, even Kira, who hadn't known any of the legendary warriors. The kis disappeared and what remained was the emptiness that had ruled their souls all along. His mother spun around angrily and stared at Yajirobi, who was pawing the ground with his feet again, his eyes not averting from it. "What was that supposed to mean?"


Yajirobi just shrugged. "You'd better get up. Save these Sajajins, but don't let them come to earth. There's no room for such a pack!" Kira wanted to start again, but let Trunks calm her down, who held her.


"If you fight when any monsters show up again, that's okay, then we won't let them live here." Trunks said calmly, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.

"No, uh, I mean ..." Yajirobi began to stutter, staring down at his pawing feet again. “A few won't do any nonsense, will they?” He grinned slightly and almost hurriedly left the room, but not without shouting “Good luck” to them. The three people in the room stared after him, Kira angry, Bulma slightly amused and Trunks expressionless. What he had just experienced had taken away from him far too much. The Z-fighters, so they were among them, they were with him, the whole time. His gaze wandered back to the ceiling of the room. "Father, Son Gohan, Son Goku, .." One after the other, he mumbled the names of the legendary fighters, each time a new picture emerged inside himself. He saw them waving to him with a grin and he saw his father as if he was saying goodbye to the future, holding his index and middle fingers apart. Trunks returned the greeting, also spreading both fingers from the others, a closed peace sign."Wish us luck." he whispered softly and turned to the others who were looking at him expectantly. Now there was no turning back, maybe he would die and never see this planet again, but maybe he would make it, who knew what the future might bring. He only knew that he would do everything possible to free his father's people and bring his mother back safely. And nothing in the world, no cyborg, no cell could stop him from achieving his goal. He would make it, and if he did it, he had nothing to lose.


“Are you coming to Trunks?” Kira's soft voice broke his thoughts. She had stepped next to him and put her hand on his shoulders. "Everything OK?"


Trunks nodded absently, gazing back at the ceiling. He couldn't help but feel the feeling increasing. He knew it, but hadn't noticed it in ages. Perhaps he had repressed it, with great success, but perhaps it was simply no longer there.Cell had awakened this feeling in him for the last time, back when Gohan did not yet have the strength to fight him and Cell had set his devilish brood on the other Z-fighters to make the little one angry. There it was in him, this irrepressible fear. Not dying from dying or suffering severe pain, it would be too easy to explain that strong feeling. It was just a terrible premonition to lose everything, the people, just everything that kept him alive. Cell didn't know that kind of fear, and Storg wouldn't know it either. They only knew the fear of death and that in turn made them dangerous opponents, because it is precisely this kind of fear that helps individuals to fight and give everything. But the fear Trunks felt wouldn't help him, not if only he was in danger.


“What is the matter?” Again Kira's voice penetrated the iron curtain that surrounded his thoughts. This time she broke through him and Trunks started, finally averting his gaze from the ceiling and looking at Kira.He shook his head, his eyes losing that absent dull expression and becoming as clear as before.


"Nothing, just in my thoughts ..." He smiled encouragingly and wanted to go to Hope, where his mother was doing some final check-ups, but was held back by Kira. She looked at him with her dark, almost black eyes and he could clearly see her tension in them. "Why are you doing that? I mean ..." She looked embarrassed at the floor, "Until recently I would have killed you and now ..." "It's okay, you didn't do it!" Trunks said in a calm tone, adding in her mind that she would never have been able to do it anyway.


"But at least I wanted it!" she suddenly yelled at him, whereupon Bulma gave them a confused, startled look. "Does that still matter?" Trunks asked calmly, almost gently.


Kira nodded, her eyes restlessly wandering the room, but always careful not to fix them on his eyes.

"Listen, ..." Trunks began again but was immediately interrupted by her. “Answer my question!” She deliberately switched back to her snotty voice. Trunks looked at her, sensed that it mattered to her, even if he didn't understand why. Nor did he know what to answer to her question. Why did he do that? This was not the first time he had asked himself this question. He'd always put her off with two excuses. On the one hand that as the grandson of the king of the Sajajins it would be his duty. But why should he risk his life because of the duty of a man he had never met and was a great tyrant?


His second excuse was that he longed for an adventure. But again this little voice answered in his subconscious, which asked him if he was really doing that. Did he really long for it? Son Gohan (the son gohan from the future, net the little one that Trunks got to know on his journey into the past) once said during his training that it is wrong to strive for adventure.He had always been a role model for Trunks, the father he had missed. Gohan was strong and yet he only fought when there was no other way out. But Trunks would not be his father's son if fighting did not bring him some benefit. Because that's what it did. Although he never strived to be the strongest fighter in the world, he hardly needed that