own life, father can no longer dictate it. He has a job, is successful, earns a lot of money and has not trained in a long time. I mean, I still train every day because I enjoy it and I want to learn new things too. But that I have to endure my father's moods today just to train because of this stupid tournament, it really pisses me off. "


"When I imagine ten years ago we were still crazy to take part in the tournament ..." Trunks deliberately left the sentence open and heard Goten's bitter laugh again. "Oh yes, how stupid we were there. Will we at least see you tomorrow sometime?"


Trunks shrugged his shoulders lost in thought, which Goten couldn't see. "I don't know," he growled. "Not if he's still in such a good mood tomorrow. Tell me something is in the air today? First our teacher, then our fathers. All that's missing is my mother showing up tonight ..."

A loud "Son Goten where are you?" Interrupted him. This time it was Goku's voice that echoed through his friend's house. She sounded visibly annoyed and impatient. “There you hear it.” Goten said only. "Hm ... if you want, I can give you my homework, all you have to do is copy it down and ..."


"And correct your mistakes, huh?" Trunks finished the sentence with a laugh. His friend had never been a big ace at school and had been pissed off quite a few times without Trunks' help. Exercise was the only subject that made up some of his grades, and biology, since he'd played around with animals a lot before. "It's okay, send them over. Have fun today!"


Goten's voice was just a growl. "I will have it. Then send it to your computer. See you tomorrow!" With that he hung up and Trunks stared at the receiver. He slowly hung it up and went to his computer, which was on the left wall of his room, and turned it on.At the same time he listened, the voices from Bra's room had fallen silent. But where was his father? Perhaps, he hoped, he'd dropped the idea of ​​training with him today. He went into the kitchen to get something to drink and ran into his father again, who was sitting at the table while Bra was searing something in the pan. It smelled suspiciously delicious of meat, rice and other stuff from the package. His stomach growled softly, especially since he hadn't eaten since leaving school. Usually his grandmother was there to cook for him. But they had gone to this exhibition with Bulma today, so today they were all on their own, even Bra, who wasn't exactly the best cook in the world. She had never learned it either, had always been busy putting some kind of beauty cream on her face.


His father glared at him. "About time you came. Didn't plan to drag yourself to the gravitational space."Trunks sighed softly, went to one of the cupboards and got a plate, which he put on the table far away from his father. He also put cutlery.


"Great, if you also eat, then there's nothing left for me again!" she protested. Trunks gave her an annoyed look on his face. "Just warm up some more of that stuff." He growled and sat down at the table.


"It's okay, princess. Your brother has to eat so that he has at least a small chance against me." An evil grin spread across Vegeta's face as he glanced at Trunks. He held it up, but said nothing. Instead he watched his sister turn the contents of the pan with clumsy arms, part of which flew out to the floor. She swore softly, picked it up, and tossed it back into the pan. Then she stepped up to the two of them and filled her plates with the contents of the pan, that the already large plates were full to the brim.Trunks carefully sniffed the food, which smelled slightly burnt and tasted exactly as he discovered after his first bite. But at least it was something to eat and in the next moment the taste didn't bother him and he pecked at it. Not as improperly as Goku or Goten, but in a way that would have immediately flown him out of a luxury restaurant.


His father did a lot more work. "Can't nobody cook in this house?" he growled annoyed and carefully took a bite. He screwed up his mouth, ran to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer, which he immediately likes to drink.


Meanwhile, Bra glared at her. "Do it yourself if it doesn't suit you!" she screamed and ran out of the kitchen with the eyes of both of them being followed. In the next moment you could hear this song again, that filled the whole house and only let Trunks mood sink further. Even his father let out an angry snort."Damn it, can't she at least make this rumble quieter? It's unbearable!" he growled, stuffing the food into himself. Trunks said nothing to that. What should he say? In his mind he prepared himself for the upcoming training that no sugar would be licked. His father had noticed that he hadn't trained for almost a week. Today he would show him with relish what a wimp would have become and there was nothing he could do about it. But maybe one thing. Maybe he could pay Master Quince a visit and ask about magic beans ...




The blow was hard, hit him with full force. In addition, he had no cover, so he got it right in the face. He felt his skin split open and with a tremendous force he flew backwards. He crashed hard against the wall of the gravitational room where he lay exhausted. His hair went from blonde to purple, his clothes were clinging to his body, and his breathing was difficult.He felt how hot blood ran down his temple and for a brief moment he had to fight against the darkness that tried to devour him with all his might and then never let go. A groan came from his mouth as he gently shook his head. But instead the black dots disappeared from his inner eye and he saw normal again.


Vegeta stepped up to his son quickly, still in super saya jin status. A faint concern spread on his face, but it quickly disappeared when he realized that Trunks had only got a "scratch". Instead, anger and reproach entered his icy blue eyes. "Where was your damn cover? Pull yourself together, you fight like a bitch!"


Trunks got up with a groan, leaned exhausted against the bare wall of the gravity room and closed his eyes for a moment. They had already trained for an hour to five hundredfold attraction.His father had insisted. In the beginning he had a lot of trouble with it, he was just not used to it anymore. But after a few warm-up exercises and jumps, his body got used to it and he managed to overcome the Super Saya -Jin level, just like his father. Although this could even go one step further, but in fairness he stayed at Trunks "level", as he called it himself.


Then the fight broke out and he spent almost an hour fending off his father's hard blows and kicks. In the remaining minutes he had given a few kicks himself in between, but Vegeta fought them off without any problems. Once again he realized that he had really become a wimp.


Then this blow came, carried out so quickly that his cover could no longer keep up and gave up. That's it, broadcast break. And he could again think about how best to hide the laceration on his head from his classmates.Goten and Trunks had been subordinate to Gohan's advice back when they started high school and never said a word about who they really are. Besides Goten, every now and then, he let the hero hang out and showed that he could fight, although he only wanted to impress girls with it. But he never turned into a "golden warrior". Trunks did neither, he was always the controlled boy who stood behind Goten and he wanted to keep this camouflage.


He felt his father's hand on his face, brushing the miracles roughly and removing the blood. Slowly he opened his eyes, looked directly into Vegeta's face, which was now clearly angry. "You fucking slacked off. About time we reintroduced our old training plan." He grumbled and took a few steps back to the control switch, where he turned the knob that increased the pull and turned it higher, so high that Trunks went on his knees at first, while his father strode leisurely towards him with a triumphant twinkle in his eyes."You used to do that without any problems. What's wrong with you? You get limp every day, what's the point? Do you want to embarrass me?" he snapped at him, getting louder and louder. Trunks looked up at him, struggled to get to his feet.


"What's going on? Maybe I've found out that there are more important things in life than just fighting to be the best forever and ever. Even though you're not even that!" Trunks didn't know what had gotten into him himself. Normally he was never so uncontrolled. But that day everything seemed to go out of its usual course and to run very differently.


His father's eyes narrowed, he clearly felt his ki swell. But Trunks had no intention of apologizing. He knew he was right, and so did his father. Except that this knowledge was by no means good. "Say that again!" he hissed at him with a menacing undertone. And it was precisely this undertone that brought Trunks back to their senses.He put a deliberately conciliatory look on his face. "Understand that, father, I'm not like you. I don't want to fight, I don't need this gift. It was great that you taught it to me, will one day teach it to my children. But my life is not going to end Fight persists. "He exhaled calmly, glad to have said all that had been on his mind for a long time. But he definitely didn't seem to have done his father a favor by doing this, on the contrary, his eyes got even smaller before he began to stammer out in a loud voice that this time the whole room seemed to tremble. "MY SON WILL CERTAINLY NOT BECOME A BRAINLESS SOFT LIKE THIS MISRATED SON FROM KARKAROTT !!!!!"


Trunks sighed heavily, suddenly all good intentions seemed to have been destroyed. "I don't care if you like it. And for your information, your son is 18 years old, so he is an adult according to the law. So I won't let you tell me