relaxed despite the threatening situation, he even smiled and that was exactly what made Trunks angry. With one jump he threw him across the forest, so that he lay a few meters.He wanted to rush towards him, but was held back by Kira, who swung her arms under his arms and arched his body. “Not Trunks, let it be!” She lowered her voice to a low, fearful whisper.


"Stop her trunks. Save your strength for the real scapegoat. It's not me!" Leigo had meanwhile got up again, brushed the dirt off his clothes and stepped closer. So close that he could put his hand on his shoulder. And suddenly he felt his anger evaporate. From one moment to the next it was gone, just left a helpless emptiness. He relaxed again, so Kira let go of him and took a step back. Trunks only noticed this out of the corner of his eye, his attention was directed to Leigo, who gave him a friendly smile. "Sorry ..." he mumbled meekly, but Leigo waved him off. "It's okay, I would probably react the same way when it comes to a meaningful person."

"What do you suggest?" Kira stared at the two, interrupting the slightly embarrassing situation with her voice.


"I will definitely go back immediately and keep my eyes and ears open. Where can I find you guys?"


Again the two Sajajin exchanged a look that clearly contained the big question of trust.


Leigo just sighed. "It's okay, we always meet here. You can feel my ki, I let it flicker briefly three times as a sign that you should come here. Be careful!" With that he disappeared, was gone from one moment to the other. Kira turned in all directions, amazed.


"Where did he go?"


"Momentary teleportation." He muttered just to explain. He knew this technique from his journey into the past. Son Goku learned them from Namek during his trip back to Earth after the explosion. But he always had to hold two fingers to his head, Leigo, on the other hand, had simply disappeared.Perhaps, it occurred to him, it was an advanced form of technology. But he wondered if Storg could do them too, because then they would really look a lot older.


“Do you trust him?” Kira's voice broke his brooding. He looked up, straight into her now black eyes, which looked at him expectantly.


"I don't know, I just know that we have no other way out. And if what he says is true, then we could really need allies."


"Gullible idiot! What if he just betrayed us. If everything was just theater?" Her voice changed to a nagging tone that clearly underscored her distrust.


Trunks smiled slightly. "You know something like that is called trust when you get rid of bad thoughts. I hope you can do it one day ..." He waved her off when she wanted to say something. "Let's go. We can't do anything here."






The following day turned out to be a harbinger of hell.It brought boredom and waiting, just as Leigo had suggested. But they hadn't thought of bringing tea with them, so they sat in the cave and emptied one bottle of water after the other. In addition, the supplies that were in the capsule in the refrigerator quickly disappeared into hungry Sajajins stomachs.


Trunks sat on the floor all day, deep in thought. He didn't even notice how Kira left the hiding place every now and then and made a few scouting flights. Only when she came back after the third departure did he look up briefly, in the false hope that she would have picked up his mother or some clue that might suppress his feelings of guilt a little. But she always said the same thing, it was quiet, she didn't meet a soul and even Leigo hadn't seen her. Nor did they know whether he was still alive. Perhaps his betrayal had been exposed and she was waiting here in vain.If this were the case, they could consider themselves lucky that they had not entrusted their hiding place to him. But on the other hand, they had identified a code with which they wanted to meet. So far, however, Trunks had neither noticed Leigo's ki nor felt it flicker three times.


He bowed his head again after Kira finished her brief, insignificant report. Out of the corner of his eye he saw how she was benefiting from the refrigerator, then he was again immersed in another world in which he had been withdrawn the whole time. In the beginning he just wanted to meditate and thus concentrate his strength for the great fight against Storg. But this ruined the constant image of his mother. He saw her again and again, practically reliving his entire childhood. She was always there for him when he needed her. But was he there for her now, now that she needed him for a change?

"Hey, sinking into self-pity is of no use to anyone. So don't do that." Kira's voice sounded cold, but it had a concerned undertone. Trunks didn't care. She had never been the person to show emotions. He looked up, gave her an angry look.


"Stop me from it." he just said calmly, while he lowered his head again to step back into his thoughts. But Kira stopped him, put her hand on his shoulder. "My family is trapped too. I don't know whether they're still alive either. Am I sinking into self-pity?"


Trunks knocked them aside. "You hate your family too!" he shouted at her. But he felt sorry for the words the moment he uttered them. Kira's expression changed, giving way to deep consternation. Her eyes glowed, then finally went watery as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek. He wanted to say something, just an apology.But his mouth was taped shut, the words never left him. Kira wiped away the tear, jerked around and flew away. Trunks tried to jump up, but his legs failed him. All he could do was sit and watch his only friend leave him. He had never been so depressed in his entire life. He had lost all the people he cared about and it was all his fault.


But at that moment he couldn't help his mother, no matter how much it hurt him. Even he had to admit that Kira was right. It is of no use to anyone if they sank in self-pity. Least of all the people he was actually here to save. But why couldn't he have said that straight away? Why did this childish argument have to come about? Sometimes he hated the pride that always reminded him of his father. He was glad he looked like him, but some days he was afraid that he would become as cold and numb as he was.And Kira was the very last person he could face with numbness. He liked her, he really liked her. Every word they spoke made him happy, he finally realized that. But in a completely different way. He felt feelings that he couldn't explain and that were unknown to him. Feelings that he was trying to suppress all the time, that he had never noticed. Was that love? Certainly not, because wasn't love that powerless feeling that drove living beings insane? That it woke numerous butterflies in his stomach and that made you so happy that you could hug the whole world yourself? But didn't he feel all that when he thought of Kira?


The next moment he jumped up and flew out of the cave. He had to find her, tell her he was sorry. He was flying at full speed, no longer paying attention to whether they were spotted or not. His eyes wandered back and forth, always looking for a black-haired, beautiful girl.And he found her. She was sitting on the floor on a small island. The water rushed and washed around her feet. He landed and walked slowly towards her. She whimpered softly, pulled her nose up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Only then did she turn around and look at him. Anger showed up briefly in her eyes, but then gave way to sadness, as if she wanted to hide her true feelings with the anger, but she couldn't. He smiled slightly, stepped closer to her and finally sat down next to her on the sand.


His gaze wandered to the blue of the sea, over which a couple of strange-looking, brownish-yellow birds were flying. He watched her for a long time, followed her wild circles with his eyes, listened to her incessant screeching that was very similar to that of the seagulls.


"These are Kaul'throls, ... in our language, screech animals. They are ... beautiful, aren't they?" Her voice was just a hoarse whisper that laboriously drowned out the animals' screeching.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you" whispered a low voice in his subconscious, but he quickly pushed it aside. Instead, he nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off the birds. "I'm ... sorry. It was stupid of me to say something like that, but well ... I ..."


“It's not your fault.” She shook her head slowly, her hair gently waving from left to right. At the same time she wiped a strand from her face that the light wind had disheveled. "You just said what was basically true. I wish I could show such feelings for my father too."


"You can. I know that you don't hate your father, no matter how mean he is. And I know that he likes you as much as ... other people too ..." He paused. Actually he wanted to say like him. But these words never came out of the mouth, lost their meaning halfway and changed.


"Who likes me?" she asked softly.

A touch of blush rose in his face. Now it had to come out, now he couldn't lie. "I ... like you ... and ... Leigo sure too ..."


She looked at him in amazement, her eyes shining. But this time for joy, not for tears that are unjustly shed. "Nobody has ever said that to me. That they like me."


“I ... uh can say it again.” He took a deep breath and before he knew it he sank into a vortex full of words: “I like you. You changed me. You know, after my trip to the In the past I have withdrawn further and further into myself, seldom laughed. But since you stepped into my life, I have a task again, something that gives my life meaning. I ... thank you for it! "


She smiled slightly, bowed her head. "I like you Trunks too. Right from the start. I was looking for someone who could help us. I