at this time because there were no challengers anyway. But he always felt a sense of freedom and fun. Not the fun you had playing a game as a child, and not the fun killing either. It's just the fun of fighting someone who was worth it, but without feeling broken pride after losing. But this was hardly the reason why he took up the fight against Storg, because this being awakened a lost fear in him again.


Now that Kira had asked him so directly, he could hardly use one of the two excuses, especially not because he didn't want to lie to her under any circumstances.

"So,!" she asked almost challengingly, digging the index finger of her right hand into his chest. Trunks flinched back, calling himself an idiot, especially since he couldn't suppress the slight tingling in his stomach that filled him. He grinned, shrugged embarrassed. Their eyes crossed and exchanged a long look. Nobody lowered their eyes and it was as if their souls were floating on another plane made just for them. And in that moment, in which they had reached this level, Trunks knew the answer, he saw it clearly in the vast darkness of her eyes, which literally shone on him. He knew it, but he could never tell her. He lacked the courage and the right words for that at the moment. Because how could he tell her that he did it, because he could never, ever leave such a pretty creature as she to her cruel fate and while he was aware of this answer, the tingling inside him intensified, spreading like a plague so that soon his whole body was filled with it.

He felt her finger in his chest, digging deeper into it. Trunks flinched back briefly. It was over, their souls had left their common plane and had returned to their bodies. Both noticed that they were still looking at each other and as if on command they lowered their eyes, a slight blush forming on their cheeks.


"Well, you know ..." He paused again, and their eyes met again. But their souls no longer floated away as before. Both seemed to prevent that, especially Kira, whose eyes narrowed in anger after every stuttering word he uttered. "Don't you dare to lie to me!" she growled in a threatening tone. Trunks grinned nervously at that. "I would never do it .."> if I could, then none of this would be a problem

"Yes, we are that far!" she interrupted when he started stuttering again."... uh ... yes" Trunk's grin grew wider and more nervous at the same time. "Why do you want to know that?" he finally asked helplessly, his hands falling against his body.


This question seemed to surprise Kira, or at least she blinked in amazement, although this emotion was short-lived. In the next moment her typical, harsh expression prevailed again, which reminded him strongly of his father. "After all, I need to know if I can trust you."


Trunks winced, the words sounding like a battle cry from her mouth. He raised his hand absently. A smile spread across his face, this time with no trace of nervousness. Reluctantly at first, but then firmly, he put his right hand on her left shoulder and looked at her. His gaze wandered from the bottom up, looked at her long legs and the rest of her almost dreamlike figure, which Muten Roshi would have made weep. Until it finally caught on her eyes again.He looked at her seriously and in a soft voice that was alien to him, he said to her: "I can't tell you whether it would be right to trust me. Perhaps you'd better get into Hope and disappear. Me I just know that a pretty girl with the same blood as the half in me needs my help. And I will take care not to leave her to her fate. But you know, it would help me a lot if you trust me it would make me stronger! "


"That I do not understand!" she interrupted him.


"Have you never had the feeling of uprooting trees when you were happy because you clearly felt the love of your fellow human beings?"


Kira thought about it, but then her eyes darkened and gave way to deep sadness. "Be happy. I wish I know that feeling!"


"Of course you know that."


She shook her head resolutely. "No, I don't have people who love me."

"What about your family?" Trunks asked, carefully ignoring the inner voice that advised him that it was time to change the subject.


She just shrugged. "My mother died giving birth to my little brother and my father hates me because I am a girl. Girls are not worth much to our people. He would place more hope in Shi than in me, but Shi (pronounced Jai ^ ^) is only four years old and he had no other choice. "


"Is Shi your brother?"


Kira just nodded, gazing absently on an unimportant point behind Trunks. "Yes, he's four years old. I'm doing all this because of him. He didn't deserve to end up as a slave ..." Trunks clearly felt the sadness in her. He tightened the pressure on her shoulder, but was careful not to hurt her.


"We'll manage it. Hey, keep your head up." With one index finger he gently lifted her head so that she had to look at him for better or worse."Shoulder straight." He poked her lightly in the back, and she pushed him back with a laugh. Trunks staggered briefly, laughing and amused by her sudden change of feeling.


"Of course we can, but definitely not if we sit here and talk!" With that she turned around with a jerk, her loose hair flying from side to side. She went straight to Hope, but turned around again in the door. "Come on, you hero."


Trunks grinned, ran to Hope, but not without giving the building one last look, wondering if he would ever see it all again.


"Ready for the big trip." his mother greeted him stormily. Nothing reminded us of the forty year old woman who had withdrawn greatly since the death of her friends. Now she was just as stormy, naive and youthful as he had known her in the past. But he couldn't tell whether the change was good or bad.

"I would prefer you to stand outside and wave ..." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.


"Ha, that would look like you, I'm not that old either." She thrust her hand in front of his chest and pressed a small button on the inside wall, right next to the door. The stairs swung in with a soft lashing, and at the same time the roof hatch of the Capsule Corporation building opened. Bulma installed this mechanism herself. She found it too annoying to keep the space capsules in the garden without the help of her strong men.


"Itself is the woman." She had announced loudly at the time after she had spent a whole day in the great hall.


Trunks gaze came out of the window, saw through the blue of the sky that Hope left behind in a few minutes. No doubt about it, it was faster than all the other spaceships, much faster. It would take them seven days, another week. But Trunks doubted she was walking around as fast as the week before.Now he was far from Earth, and in eight days he might be dead, killed by Storg, who was far superior to him. Again this fear came up in him, which took his breath away. And it intensified when he thought of his naive mother, who absolutely wanted to embark on this journey






Someone once said that time is a woman who can change her age at will. Sometimes she is young and runs through someone's life with grueling pace. But then she could be just as ancient and crept too slowly through life, leaning on a stick. And often she changes her age in one lifetime. And that's exactly how it was with Trunks.


The week it took them to reach Honth was one of the worst he had ever known. Unlike before, she was just creeping past him in slow motion, assuming the shape of the old lady who only managed to take slow steps, propped up on a stick.Every day, it seemed to him, took twice as long. And there was no change. If you looked out the window, it seemed as if they weren't moving at all, since every place in the great universe looked the same anyway. At least he couldn't see any differences. They flew past bizarre planets, some red, others blue, yes there was even a completely black planet but nobody knew its name. It was strange for Trunks, this planet looked as if everything in the wide world would come from him. Perhaps, it occurred to him, Storg, Freezer, and all the other bad guys were born there. Or their great-great-great-... ancestors descended from there. This nameless planet, it seemed to him, was the only distraction this week. Otherwise it consisted only of exercising, sleeping and eating.


Even his mother seemed to regret coming along, because there was no more variety for her.She could only lie around in the large red armchair in the command center and watch the darkness of space from the large picture window. There was nothing to fix or control. But for Bulma it was hell. Not because she was fundamentally a cheerful person, even if that had subsided with the death of the Z-fighters. No, people tend to indulge in memories and daydreams when not distracted. It had been like that with himself a month ago and now it was like that with Bulma. But Bulma couldn't cope with all the voices and images as well as he did himself. Every time he spoke to her, it took at least two attempts and then she startled as if her thoughts were miles away. In addition, she was more irritable and rarely a good word came out of her mouth. Trunks could do what he wanted, in the end he only had to look at her pityingly. But even that didn't help. Kira had finally advised him that it would be better if she wanted to deal with herself and Trunks had listened to it, trusted Kira's feminine intuition.

Through the many and hard training with Kira, he made progress, even considerable. With every second that he gave his body, he was getting closer to the next Sajajin level, he felt that. And he became all the more annoyed when it didn't work out. He