exactly what she meant. But that was exactly what gave him a painful stab in his heart, one that left a long scar that would probably stay with his life forever. "Father never kept promises much, you know that. But I'll keep mine, trust me!"


For a moment there was silence in the small room. A silence that was only broken by the quiet breathing of the individual people. Nobody said anything, she just looked at each other. And Trunks saw in her eyes that she had lied. She believed that he would keep his promise. Yet it was fear that gave words to her feelings. “Yes, my son, I trust you.” With that, she left him. She no longer said "Adieu" or "Good luck", but that was hardly necessary either. The last three words alone, in which she gave him her trust, made all further words superfluous. They would have just put the scene into a bizarre exaggerated picture that you see in cheap movies.

He left his room and went back to the entrance area where Bulma and Kira were standing. Both were talking about some kind of scientific stuff, and Bulma gave her five capsules. “Here, a refrigerator full of food, a vehicle, a complete set of survival equipment, a little house and here a first aid kit.” She pointed to each individual capsule, all of which had different colors. The one with the refrigerator was yellow, the first Hile suitcase was red and so on. "And before I forget ..." She pulled a small bag from under her shirt. “The magic beans, ten pieces.” Trunks took the bag and hung it on his belt. He nodded again goodbye. “Take care of yourself.” And took the decisive step that he might regret at some point ...






So first of all, many, many thanks for your praise and criticism, I'll take your criticism to heart, Seika! Thank-you!!


So, sorry, it took longer, but I don't have any more vacation.I also have to look at the exams and so on. Just the everyday stuff.


Well, now they are on the hunt and just ahead of the game, the journey will bring about a change in some areas and drive everyone involved to the limit of their strength. And it will not always be happy and non-violent and not without tears anyway.


And I would like to dedicate this story to a good friend who is going through bad times. He may never be able to read the story because he is currently in an artificial coma. And yet, he would have liked it, especially since part of the story was his idea.




This story is dedicated to M. W., who often and happily dreams of Dragonball Z !!!