So here is Part 1 that Pan wrote. But it's not finished yet. After reading this, I soon got scared. Next to her I look old, yes I do. I get really nervous about writing a single sentence, but on the other hand it's a challenge for me to show what I'm really capable of. (if I can do anything) Well then. I don't want to withhold the first part from you.


All praise belongs to Pan. © Seika_Z




GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY - The secret mission and obstacles of all kinds. (Part 1)




"TRUNKS !!!!" Vegeta's loud voice echoed through the walls of the Capsule Corporation, seeming to shake them themselves. Trunks winced, drawing a long, ugly line in shock over his math homework. His hands were shaking slightly, but that subsided again in the next moment. He looked slowly over his back to the door, prepared to see an angry Vegeta enter his room with a loud bang.He thought about dozens of reasons why he wanted from him again. But basically only one reason was enough. He knew his father well enough to know what that scream meant. For two years now he had to endure all of this. Actually since he had the most terrible time in life behind him, but unfortunately every child had to go through it. His puberty.


He didn't mean to say that he had grown up. Or maybe yes? In any case, he had gradually developed an aversion to fighting. He no longer saw any point in it, especially since no strong opponents had appeared for years. Actually since Boo finally went into the eternal hunting grounds and that was almost ten years ago. How naive he was then, wanting to become the strongest fighter in the world. What a foolish dream, completely useless in this world.


Even Son Goten slowly shared this view.He had become too busy to fight. His occupation was not the real thing either. No, Trunks could well imagine that his mother would soon have to be hospitalized with a circulatory collapse. A circulatory collapse due to Goten's constant digging attempts. Sometimes that exhausted him a lot, he always had some girls on his mind. When they sometimes walked through the street in the evening or even went to a disco (where he only went to do his friend a favor). Constantly these sentences like "Wow, look at them!" Or "What a frame". And he didn't even know where he got it from. Hardly from his father, who was basically just as naive as his father, only that they were the greatest enemies on earth. Maybe good old Muten Roshi had a hand in it. But if it did, it must have been a long time ago, because Muten Roshi was long dead.


With a loud bang the door flew open from the hinges on the floor and an angry, tense Vegeta stood in front of it.His eyes were narrowed with anger, his fists clenched. Without waiting he stepped in, went to Trunks desk where he was just sitting. He eyed the fully written math sheet with an icy look before he raised his hand and fired an energy beam at it. It wasn't strong, at least the desk got away with a soot-blackened part. The leaf, however, had dissolved into ashes, which were now calmly carried around the room by the wind.


That was too much. Anger spread through Trunks as he stomped on his father. "Have you gone crazy? That was my homework! I'll need it until tomorrow ..."


"Papperlapapp, a Saya - Jin has more important things to do than filling sheets of paper with numbers." He growled, walked past Trunks and left the room. He stopped again in front of the broken door. "Are you waiting for an extra invitation? Or do I have to drag you to the gravity room?" His voice was now ice cold, as always when Trunks defied his "orders".Trunks didn't budge, just stared at his father angrily, almost full of hate. But that look seemed to matter less to him. On the contrary, he liked it and a broad smile played around his otherwise cold facial features. "Save this look for our training ..."


"Forget it. I don't have time for it today. Ask Bra if she's fighting you!" The smile disappeared on Vegeta's face and switched to Trunks. His father's weak point was a girl who looked very much like his mother. Bra was probably the only person who could evoke something like emotion in the proud Saya-Jin. If you disregard your mother. Trunks had often wondered how this girl did it, especially since she didn't really do anything. She laughed and a glow showed in Vegeta's eyes. She cried and he got angry. And when she screamed because she was annoying Trunks and he didn't want her, father was always there immediately and he could buy a hearing aid afterwards, deaf from his father's loud roars.No, the two were a strange team. But one thing Vegeta had always neglected to do with her. To train you. Right from the start. He had taught Trunks everything as early as possible, but Bra was now a terrible fifteen years old and couldn't even build something like ki. The expression on his father's face, who almost tried to impale him with looks, was all the more angry.


"Dare to talk to me like that one more time and I'll personally level you. What a wimp you've become. Even Bra could kill you with just one hand and ..." The house was on command the next moment filled with loud music. Soft boy's voices boomed through the corridor, accompanied by a slightly higher voice. "Baby Baby Baby Baby, it happens all the time How you play me, play me, play me Playing with my mind Baby, baby, baby, baby You`re making me go crazy And if you call that love.Then love should be a crime "(Pan: I love this song * swarm * !!) Trunks knew this song by heart by now, that of Bras' new favorite group called 4Starz (Note from Seika: basically it's O-Town, but because there are no 5 smart men in the DBZ world (if the group is called 4Starz) came from. Once again it was a bunch of young men who made the hearts of crazy girls like Bra beat faster, but in this one Moment these singers saved his life.


His father forgot their brief argument and left his room without saying a word. Amid all the noise, Trunks could still hear the door of Bra's room opening, but a lot more gently than his broken door, and the music echoed even louder through the corridor. The next moment it was quiet and he heard Vegeta talking to his daughter, but couldn't understand the words. He didn't care either, he would probably ask her how the school was or something. Just one of those questions he'd never asked him before.Nor could he remember ever destroying Bra's homework.


He sighed, staring at the sooty stain on his desk. It had taken him a whopping two hours for these tasks. Not that he was a nut at math, on the contrary. But today his teacher, Dende alone may know why, was in an extremely bad mood and had given them a lot of homework, which he now had to do all over again. He wanted to meet Goten in half an hour, which he had to cancel again, especially since he needed his father's permission. His mother wouldn't be a problem, she would say yes straight away, but unfortunately she wasn't there at the moment, was at some technical exhibition at her company and won't be back until the evening.


But he didn't dare ask his father. He hated it anyway that he was friends with Goten, the son of his rival, not to say enemy. And with the mood he was in that day, he preferred to let it go.With another sigh, he picked up the phone and punched in his friend's number. The dial tone sounded immediately, and he only had to wait for two beeps when the receiver was picked up and ChiChi's voice rang out at the other end of the line. "Yes hello?"


"Hi, this is Trunks, is Son Goten here?" ChiChi let out a yes and in the next moment you could hear her screaming. Trunks hastily lifted the phone a little from his ear. In his mind he thought that she and his father would go really well together, both could scream so that the houses shook, whereby he often wondered that his friend's little house was still standing. Then there was silence, the rumbling of the stairs and a crack indicated that someone was coming. Trunks pressed the receiver in his ear and in the next moment heard Goten's voice. "Hey Trunks, what's up?" She sounded kind of worried, also a little annoyed, which in turn threw Trunks off the hook."Is what?" he asked instead without answering his friend's question.


A sigh came from the receiver. "I wanted to call you. Listen, we have to postpone our meeting. My father got something into his head and wants to train intensively with me today. He says he wants me to take part in the next big tournament in two months . Great, but do you think I'll be asked if I want that? I mean, he could take Gohan too. But no, Gohan has family and now more important things to do and I'm the only one who can defend his place. Besides he wants to take part himself and then I'll be the only worthy opponent. None of the others want. Piccolo, or Kuririn, nobody, even your father canceled for what I know for reasons Bock. I mean, well, do you think girls like boys who beat each other to death in a tournament? "


Trunks rolled his eyes in annoyance.The whole time Goten had spoken, he had been waiting for the word that now seemed to be in every sentence of his friend. Girls. But he also knew that his friend was depressed and that he had to somehow help him up. "I think so ..." he just said, although he basically had no idea whether girls liked it. "But you're not the only one. You know, just finished my homework, my father is already banging in, destroying my room door in the middle and burning my homework. Great, now I'll train until I drop again and damn them tonight Have to do tasks all over again. "


He heard Goten laughing softly but pityingly. "You poor, mother yelled at father that I won't train until I've finished my homework. That only made him angrier. Oh damn, I'm glad I'm out of here. Got to get one as soon as possible Looking for a girl that I can move in to.Look at my brother Lives his