"What ?!" I screamed in horror. "Say that again?"


"What should I say again?" Trunks asked.


"Well, your name, of course." I replied nerdy.


"Trunks Briefs," he repeated.


"Oh god," I thought. He actually resembled Trunks. Just as a real person. But that didn't work! It was simply impossible !!! An anime character couldn't just ...


No, she couldn't. I closed my eyes hoping to suffer from delusions. But didn't help. When I opened it again, Trunks was still sitting there looking at me strangely. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number.


"Who are you calling?" Trunks wanted to know.


"The pats." I answered his question.


"No.", he called and snatched the cell phone from me, "I swear I'm telling the truth."


"I don't mean because of you either, but because of me."


"Because of you?" He asked in surprise.


"Of course.", I said roughly, "Or do you think someone who sees an anime character incarnate in the middle of the night is normal?"Usually I'm not that beastly, but when I lose my nerve it can happen.


Trunks looked at me confused. I took a deep breath. Maybe it was all just coincidence? Maybe he's really not a DB Chara at all? I decided to take a test. "Is your father's name Vegeta and is the Saiyan Prince? Trunks was getting more and more baffled by the second.


"B-but how do you know?" He stuttered. So yes! There was no mistake. Now I had to think about what to do. I decided to first convince Trunks that he was an anime character. "Listen.", I started, "I know this will sound weird now, but you are not real. You are a fictional person, invented by Akira Toriyama." So. I said it. I hope I haven't confused the poor guy too much. Yikes But what was he doing there? He picked up my cell phone and started dialing. "Who are you calling?" I asked in astonishment. After all, I've just told him what is probably the biggest secret in his life, and he can't think of anything better than to make a phone call.

"The slaps."


I jumped up and snatched my cell phone from him.


"You don't have them all anymore.", I hissed (As mentioned, that's the nerves) "I'm serious." Trunks looked at the wall behind me. "Oh, and by the way," I added. "Please look at me when


i'm talking to you "That had irritated me for quite a while. Trunks looked all over the place, just not at me. And I'm not that ugly either. Trunks started to grin.


"Are you sure?" He asked mischievously.


I only understood the station. What did he mean by that? I suddenly understood. It was summer. And in summer I only sleep in my underwear because of the heat. In other words, only with panties and a bra. As if stung by a tarrantel, I jumped up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe he was just an anime character, but I didn't want to be gawked by that either.When I was done I want to go back to Trunks. To convince him I gave him a couple of DB Mangas, which I recently got on my 16th. (In this FF I changed my age by 2 years) And to make it even more convincing, I rummaged out a few other DB articles. After Trunks had looked at everything, I asked: "Well? Do you believe me now?" Trunks nodded, but didn't say a word. He looked really distraught. But who wouldn't look disturbed in such a situation? I felt really sorry for him.


"Don't worry." I tried to comfort him. “We'll find a way to send you into your world.” I went to the devil's device (the video recorder) and looked at it closely. It looked exactly like it did before. Only the cassette that was inside was completely charred. After looking carefully, I realized that I had no idea how it came about earlier. But maybe Theresa, my friend, knew. (Sorry T.T. that I didn't ask you if I could install you in my FF) She's interested in technical odds and ends.(Actually not true, but I'll decide that now * g *) Only at this time I couldn't wake her up. Then I just had to wait until morning. I told Trunks my thoughts, and he accepted to wait until tomorrow. Actually, he had no other choice. I was pretty tired. No wonder. It was three thirty. I got a mattress and bedding for Trunks and ordered him to get some sleep. He did this. Fortunately, he didn't come after his father. He wouldn't be told anything. Then I hit myself in the feathers. When I thought about it, it was kind of cool that Trunks was here. Who else has experienced something like this apart from me? Since the morning was Saturday, my parents would sleep late. So I just had to get up early and run off somewhere with Trunks to avoid questions. "Yes, that's how I do it.", Were my last thoughts before I fell asleep.




I know this is not a real ending yet, but I will not continue writing for the time being.Firstly, I don't have time for the next few days (because of the lovely teachers and their work) and secondly, this FF would be so long that it would distract me from my other one. If you liked it, I might write again at some point.




Love, yours Writer Galaxy.