- not much, but enough not to feel like slaves. Sajajins are slaves for Storg!" She clenched her hands into fists. You could clearly feel the hatred that came from her eyes.

Trunks nodded, wanted to change the subject, because the more anger spread inside her, the greater the chance that she would be discovered. "What do you mean by the executive suite?"


Then she stared at him for a moment, confused, not immediately grasping the sudden moment of thought. But finally her face brightened up, her body relaxed and she began to report: "There is a guard in every corridor. You don't need more than that, since everyone is handcuffed with these chains that no one can break But all the orders, I found out, come from the room. A large, round room with radios and that sort of thing. I think that's why they are in constant contact with Storg. And that's why they get the orders. "


"Well, a sore point!" Trunks let out a little triumphantly.


"Not necessarily." Kira shook her head, "More like an obstacle. If we don't want us to be discovered, then we have to act quickly before anyone can sound the alarm."

"That won't be necessary, the sooner Storg is fought, the better. Let's get your family to safety and then get to the root of the problem."


"Yes, you are probably right, but how do we want to go about it?"


Trunks explained to her. He had an idea he liked, and Kira also got an appreciative nod from Kira. It was not harmless, on the contrary, almost fatal. But if everything went well, then they had a chance, because the attempt was definitely worth it.






The night was dark, no moon shone and no stars showed in the firmament. It was eerie, as if they were grieving and using all of their energy to ensure that Kira and Trunks' plans would succeed. They waited until it was pitch dark and their patience was put to a severe test. Something like a summer month seemed to rule on Honth, at least it took the sun forever until it finally ended its everyday career and disappeared behind the sky.Then they struck.


In the dark, the mine made an even more eerie impression than in daylight. The little silence spread relentlessly, but it was partially interrupted by the soft pounding of the particles in the rock. Most of the workers were allowed to rest as much as they could. Because, according to Kira's statement, the guards were always awake and gave lashes even at night. In fact, they heard a few isolated blows and the accompanying groan of the tormented. But this was out of sheer boredom, no longer as routine as it was during the day.


The lonely guard was still standing in front of the entrance in the mountain. They had sneaked up from behind and circled the mountain so that now, when they looked around the corner, they could see the angular, man-made entrance. It was Kira's idea to attack from behind, especially since the surprise was her ally. The guard looked intently through the darkness but didn't really seem to see anything.She relied much more on his instinct. Trunks could clearly feel his concentration, which would perceive any flicker in the air. You had to be damn careful. He waved a hand to Kira that said she should hold back. She understood, withdrew further in the shadow of the mountain and waited.


Trunks instead crept closer and closer to him, taking care to suppress his ki and avoid other noises that could blow him up. He crept so close that he was about three paces from the guard. There he waited a moment, lowered his breath and tensed his muscles. He stood there like a cat, always ready to make the big jump that the mouse will catch. And he made it, with a swift movement that inexperienced fighters would perceive as disappearing and emerging, he appeared next to him and slapped him hard in the face. The guard flew across the meadow in the direction of Kira, who immediately jumped and covered his mouth with her hand so he couldn't scream.At the same time she dealt him twenty hard blows on his body, done as quickly as if it were just one blow. The guard groaned as much as Kira's hand would allow. He raised his hands defensively, kicked his legs. That was Kira's fault, she should have taken care of his other body parts as well. Before she and Trunks really noticed what was happening, she flew in a high arc towards the mountain and hit the wall hard there. She groaned, but got up immediately.


At that moment Trunks saw themselves as a prisoner, their plan had gone wrong, they had screwed it up. Nevertheless, he did not want to give up without a fight, ran towards the opponent, who was now standing steadfastly on his feet again. He wiped the blood from his face when he saw Trunks arrive. Trunks drew far, delivered an always devastating blow, which the guard deliberately avoided. At the same time he raised his hand defensively and took a few steps away from Trunks.It was of no use to him. Trunks anger has now finally torn the violence from his body. He immediately followed up, hitting the guard umpteen times. That meant he was blowing the air apart, he never hit the guard, was too slow to match his smooth movements. A few seconds passed while Trunks tried to hit his opponent without a break. The guard only fended off, did not attack. But finally the patience seemed to have been used up and even before Trunks knew what was happening to him he stopped dead. He wasn't petrified, he could still see everything around him, but he couldn't move. Panic rose in him, now he was at the mercy of his opponent. He fought with all his might against the obstructing state, but he could not break the spell. On the contrary, he got worse so that he couldn't even open his mouth.


Kira stood a little apart from them, stunned, one after the other, staring at Trunks and her opponent, who was propped up on his knees, and tried to catch her breath.Kira wanted to use this chance again and got ready for an attack. She ran and only the voice of her opponent made her pause.


“Stand still or you can keep your friend company.” The voice was free and without threat. It sounded more like he was giving her well-intentioned advice, which she immediately followed.


She stopped in amazement, dropped her arms. Trunks was watching the scene from his own state, had finally stopped fighting it. Instead, he eyed her opponent. He noticed that it was a different guard, no longer the purple figure from the afternoon. This man also had purple skin, but he had no horns on his head, but green hair that stood up wildly like his father's.


> Damn who can that be? What is he going to do with us?

"Don't worry my boy.If I wanted your death or even your imprisonment, you'd be in there long ago. "He pointed in the direction of the mine, but didn't take his eyes off Kira.


Astonishment spread through him, which was also clearly reflected on his face. He could read minds?


"No, I can't read minds, or only when you're under my spell. I'm sorry it had to end like this, but you didn't want me to have my say. So I had to help out."


Kira then slowly stepped closer, eying the Honthan suspiciously. “Oh yes, I don't know why we should listen to you.” Her voice was full of hatred and contempt, a mixture Trunks had never noticed before.


But there was no anger or sadness on the Honthaner's face. On the contrary, he even smiled slightly and with a soft voice that a father used to explain to his child how to hunt, he appeased Kira's attack on words: "No, you can run into the mine and thus into your doom as far as I am concerned.I don't care, but if you want to stay alive, I would advise you to listen to me. "


Kira threw a quick look at Trunks, as if she was hoping for confirmation from him. Trunks wanted to nod, to tell her that they had nothing to lose if they listened to him. But he couldn't say it with a stiff mouth, let alone hint at something with his hands. The only thing left for him to do was to conjure up an encouraging expression around his eyes, which he didn't succeed at all. "He's for it!" said the Honthaner only calmly.


Her eyes only narrowed to it. "Indeed. And now I have to believe that if you say that." She sighed, taking one last look at Trunks. "Good, but only on one condition."


The Honthaner's green eyebrows rose questioningly. "Free Trunks from this state!"


"If it is not further ..." He made a relaxed hand gesture and Trunks fell to the floor, dragged away by the stiffness.He groaned to his feet, moving all his limbs, the muscles of which felt slightly cramped. His gaze, which seemed to consist of a single question mark, sought that of the Honthaner. He briefly raised his hand. "Not here, you are sure to have your hiding place here, let's continue talking there."


Kira's eyes narrowed again with suspicion and Trunks eyebrows rose mockingly. "How stupid do you think we are?" he hissed at the guard. This groaned annoyed. "I've already told you that I don't want to harm you and ..."


"Spare yourself the details. Come with me!" With that, Kira ran off up the hill that led to her hiding place. At the top, however, she turned around again and turned in the opposite direction. Trunks followed her and the guard came after them, throwing one last fearful look at the mountain mine.


Kira led them to a forest far from the mountain mine. There, in a place where the trees were not so numerous, she stood with her back leaning against a trunk.She had crossed her arms over her chest, eyed the Honthaner suspiciously, who entered the square with Trunks.


Trunks was also careful. He didn't mistrust the man with the purple skin, but he was also afraid to confide in him. After all, he was a supporter of Storg, and thus basically his