light. "Not bad, really. You can take it here." He mumbled, grinning, covering up his nervousness with jokes. "Where is Trunks now?"


Kira shrugged. "No idea. He was allowed to go with his mother." Then she began to tell, telling the Honthaner everything that had happened while he was unconscious. He listened in silence and his eyes widened as Kira told him about Storg's past. But they narrowed when she told of Storg's election, which he put Trunks in front of. When it was finished, the rays of the sun were even more intense and the brightness had increased. There was a brief silence in the cell, but it was immediately interrupted by Leigo: "Man, one day you're out of action and the whole place is ruined."He shook his head, looking thoughtfully at Kira." Why do you trust me? "


“I don't do it at all!” She averted her gaze, could no longer hold Leigo's eyes. This one smiled slightly. "Yes you do. I mean, you didn't trust me on the way before. And now we came across a" friend "of mine who betrayed us and suddenly I have good cards with you." "That is not true! " she contradicted vehemently. "I ... well ......"


"There's nothing wrong with trusting others."


"Oh, you don't know how it is. I've trusted others enough times. And what was the result? I was left alone." "Trunks will never let you in!" Leigo contradicted.


"Oh no? Do you think he will start a new life here? Never. He will go back to earth and I'll be alone again."


"Love." Leigo rolled his eyes in annoyance, "A strong feeling that can be so complicated!"


Kira wanted to reply something, but in the next moment the bolt of the cell door was pushed aside and the door kicked open.Four guards came in and waved them out. Both followed them, it wouldn't have been of any use if they started an argument. Neither of them escaped the suspicious looks the guards gave Leigo, but said nothing. They knew what was going to happen. The day of vengeance had finally come. But no one knew who would ultimately choose vengeance. There were two favorites to choose from and no one could predict which one will win the fight.


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Bulma's hands trembled as she crouched on the floor of the cave. She was doing well physically thanks to the magic beans, but mentally she always saw these terrible images of her experiences again. She saw herself chained to the wall in the small room and heard herself scream. It was horrible, but the images just wouldn't go away. No matter what she did, they kept coming and causing this tremor in her limbs.


Trunks carefully stepped closer and finally sat down next to her.He had a bottle of water in his hand, which he now offered her. "Everything OK?" he asked worried after she had taken a long swig from the bottle.


"Yes, now. Now that you are there." Her voice was just a touch, a little bit of herself. It hurt Trunks' soul to see his mother like that. He had seen her dejected many times before, but never before was she so at the end of her nerves in his presence as she was at this moment. Tenderly he put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her lightly. "Hey, don't be afraid. I'm here. This pig will pay for it." He tried to calm her down, his voice getting a soothing sound. But his mother hardly listened, she just stared at the opposite wall. “I wish Vegeta was there now!” Big tears rolled down her cheeks and before he knew it, she threw herself into his arms. Her body shook with sobs and the tears dripped onto his clothes.He let it happen, put his arm around her back and stroked it. He had never seen his mother cry before, dejected yes, but never came tears. She always seemed too proud for that. It made him all the more angry that he saw her cry now. And even the words that it was for their own good could not change anything. Sure, crying felt good, he had this experience many times as a child and it will surely help his mother to cope with all the memories. "I miss him so much, Trunks. Every day when I get up when I go to sleep. I know that's crazy, especially since it was eighteen years ago. But the worst part is when Chichi comes over."


Trunks listened to her in silence. Yes, he knew the meetings between Chichi and his mother. After the death of her husband and son, Chichi moved back to the castle where her father lived. She still lived there, but she was very withdrawn.Unlike Bulma, she had no variety with which to cope with the memories. The two of them meet every few months to talk about the past and other things. His mother once said that these are probably the most beautiful days in Chichi's bleak life. They both could understand it because, unlike Bulma, she had lost her son. But Bulma had her son, who now held her tightly in his arms and gave her all the comfort she needed.


Bulma carefully pulled away from her embrace, pulled up her nose and wiped the tears from her face. Trunks thought she was looking a lot better than before. Her cheeks were now flushed and gave her face a little color. Crying was the best remedy for mental pain.


"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't come with you, Kira wouldn't be in this castle, any more than this purple guy. Is that a friend of yours?"

Trunks nodded. "Yes, his name is Leigo, without him we would have been dead long ago. But how did they find you?"


Bulma looked away, held his gaze and he immediately realized that it was not the right time to talk about it. "It's okay, we can talk about it differently when ..." he tried to object, but she interrupted him.


“It's okay!” She took a deep breath before starting the story. "They came two days ago, this Rango was there and another one. I had no chance, couldn't even escape. So I was taken to the castle and well ......" She paused, finally leaving the sentence as it is as it was, unfinished.


Trunks nodded slightly, about to say something, but his mother continued. Not about her imprisonment, but about a lot of things that have shaped her life for eighteen years. They talked about it all night, about his father and all the other Z-fighters who are now in the afterlife.Trunks was happy to hear his mother talk as it distracted her from the agony she had been through lately. Yes, he even saw the glow in her eyes and a soothing warmth spread inside him. But then she fell asleep, just stepped away in mid-sentence and slumbered peacefully in his arms. Carefully he put her on the ground, spread his jacket over their bodies and left the cave.


The sun now appeared slightly on the horizon, giving the area a light shade of red. Trunks exercised, threw his sword in the grass, and did some warm-up exercises. It was meditation that helped him to free his mind. But he didn't quite make it. Too much had happened and other images were constantly creeping into his memory. Pictures of Kira, his shattered