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Fanfic: GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY -Die geheime Mission und Hindernisse jeder Art Teil 1
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His father's eyes narrowed further, so that Trunks seriously wondered how small he could still make them. He stepped slowly up to his son, literally standing up in front of him.
"Tell me, what do you think who you are standing here in front of you? I'm the prince of the Sajajins and I don't give a shit how old you are." With that he struck. Trunks, who only sensed the movement, tried to fend off, which he partially succeeded in doing. But only partially, he couldn't prevent most of the punch from hitting him full in the stomach, that he doubled up.
“My son has become a bitch.” He struck again, but this time Trunks was faster. Lost in thought, he raised his arm and fended it off, but stumbled back slightly. "But I'll tell you one thing, from today a different wind will blow here. All this learning and going to school will make you soft. From now on you won't go to school anymore, at least not to this meme school." he snapped at his son while constantly beating him.Trunks only understood the station and didn't have time to think about it, since he was much more busy fending off his father's blows. He really tried to go back to the Super-Saya -Jin status, whereby he was now faster and more precise, so that after a few minutes he finally caught his breath while his father was still beating him. "What do you mean by that?"
Vegeta let go of him, eyed his son angrily and full of hatred. "Pack your things, I've registered you at the Skyflyer Academy!" he uttered almost triumphantly.
“You did what?” He couldn't believe it. He knew this elite school from hearsay, it is said to be one of the worst and toughest schools for fighters in the whole universe. Only the best go there and maybe those who come from a wealthy family. But you could almost feel sorry for them because they can hardly keep up with the tough training program.
Trunks just stared at him in disbelief.Should he go to that academy that probably majored in fighting? "Forget it, I'd rather get a free ticket to hell."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed again, but this time they were sparkling with anger. He had clenched his fists when he yelled at his son: "I can arrange that. I don't give a shit whether you want to go there or not. You will go there and if I have to put you in chains and drag you there personally." . "It wasn't the volume that Trunks had in the end respectfully, no, rather the unspoken warning that was inherent in his father's voice. She was so strong and dangerous that he was forced to give in. But not without having the last word. "Then I advise you to buy chains, because you won't get me there voluntarily !!!!!!" Furious, he left the gravity room, slamming the door loudly.
He walked down the corridor and he heard Bra's music again.His path led him to his room, where the computer was still on. It occurred to him that Goten wanted to send him another email, which had meanwhile arrived. In fact, he had sent all his homework over to him, with a little text below: "Do you have time tonight? Let's meet at our place at 8 pm. You can give me your corrected homework there. See you then, have to stop, my father annoying! Goths "
"Oh yes, but at least your father isn't sending you to a brain-burned academy!" he muttered and fell on the bed. This day would probably always stay in his mind as the blackest day of his life. Because that's exactly what it was. That wasn't fair. He always had to dance to other people's pipes. But this time the bird was shot down .. Skyflyer. Only his father could come up with such a stupid idea. He dreaded going to that academy he'd never heard of. She was probably still on another planet, far from his friends.
A restlessness spread inside him, eventually getting so bad that he got up and left his room. He went towards the kitchen, Bra's annoying music had faded away. Instead he met her in the living room, where she sat in front of the television and watched some adolescent series. There were mainly various soap operas that unfortunately came every day. She looked up when he came in, examined the wound on his head briefly. "Didn't have a chance against Papa again, did you?" she asked snippily. She often made such remarks that made Vegeta's heart beat faster every time. But Trunks hated her and most of all he hated her that day.
"Oh just shut up for once in your life!" he snapped at her and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water from which he took a long swig. "What's going on, brother, can't you stand that Papa is better than you?" Bra had meanwhile also entered the kitchen while the TV was playing down monotonous advertising music.Trunks spun around, glaring angrily at his sister. “At least I don't adore him like you do,” he hissed at her in a threatening tone. But either she didn't hear him or she purposely ignored him. Slowly she stepped up to him, ran her hand over his wound, which had meanwhile stopped bleeding and was already beginning to heal again. “Hit you pretty hard, didn't you?” “Shut up!” Trunks pushed her roughly aside and walked out of the kitchen, followed by Bras screaming loudly that he overheard this time. He was pissed off, pissed off, and his mood sank with every second that passed. Why couldn't this damn family leave him alone? Why did he have to have a father with a shitty pride? Life could be so simple, so normal. But it will probably never be his, not with that part of the blood that flowed in his veins ...
All day long he holed up furiously in his room, turned up his favorite CD and enjoyed the soft vibration of the bass.He was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head. In between he copied Son Goten's homework, discovering numerous mistakes that showed only too clearly how little his friend felt like doing this task. Often times he just mixed up the numbers. That helped him change his mind a little. But it occurred to him that he basically no longer had to do his homework because he was going to school for the last time tomorrow anyway. Basically, he could not care if his teacher gets mad, from the day after tomorrow he will go to the Skyflyer Academy. But on the one hand this work actually distracted him from his problems and on the other hand he had promised his friend that he would get him through the school year safely, and in the end safely through the final exams. He couldn't do the latter now, but at least he could do this only homework for him, as a small parting present.
The time went by very quickly, even though he was just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. At least at the beginning, at some point he seemed to have fallen asleep and when he woke up again, the music was off and the door was repaired. He got up, wiped the last of the sleep from his eyes, and checked his watch. It was just before 7:30 p.m., in half an hour he would be meeting with Goten. He walked out of the room and heard loud voices in the kitchen so he headed for it. His mother's laughter filled his ears, followed by Bra's voice. Trunks entered, saw his whole family at the table, except his grandparents, but his father stood out a little because he was just sitting there shoveling food into himself. His mother looked up happily when he entered. “Trunks!” She walked up to him and hugged her son. Trunks returned the hug lightly, but only gave his father an angry look, which he didn't even notice. He was too busy devouring everything at once like a hungry wolf.She freed herself from his embrace and looked at him sadly. Great, he thought to himself, so she already knows. Annoyed, he stepped past her, sat down at the table and took a large piece of pizza that his mother had probably brought with her on the way home.
"You can be happy." Growled his father, when he had taken a sip from his beer bottle, now the third bottle that day.
"Oh yeah?" Trunks gave him an evil look, while Bra's eyes wandered between the two of them, spellbound. He waited for his father to say something, but waited in vain. After all, it was his mother who spoke. "I was briefly at Son Goku. Well .... Goten was also registered for this academy. Goku will then take you to this planet."
Trunks nodded, felt at least part of his anger and despair let go of him and disappeared. At least he wasn't alone at this academy now.He didn't want Goten, but he had never been so happy to have his friend's company. But something made him suspicious and angry at the same time, especially since it was rare enough that his father shared Goku's opinion.
"Oh Son Goku and you agreed, huh? Whose stupid idea was that?" he snapped at his father. He threw him a quick look, but then shrugged his shoulders with an evil grin. "I don't know. Basically mine. At least I told him how my father sent me there. But well ... in any case, he seemed to like the idea. Well, didn't think I would ever agree with Kakarott will be."
Hot anger exploded inside him. He wanted to get the grin off his father's face. But he did not dare to do this, especially since that was probably what he would have wanted.
"Oh come on Trunks, it won't be that bad. After all, you can come back after your training, graduate from high school and take over our company."His mother's voice had now become soft, almost affectionate. She gave him an encouraging look that would normally have built him up. But something in what she said annoyed him tremendously and that was once again that his whole life was planned. Without it To lose even a word, he grabbed a slice of pizza and left the kitchen. It was time if he wanted to get to the meeting place with his best friends in time. Basically, he was much too late, so he left the kitchen as quickly as possible walked around the house, transformed into a Super Sayajin, and headed for the platform.
His father's eyes narrowed further, so that Trunks seriously wondered how small he could still make them. He stepped slowly up to his son, literally standing up in front of him.
"Tell me, what do you think who you are standing here in front of you? I'm the prince of the Sajajins and I don't give a shit how old you are." With that he struck. Trunks, who only sensed the movement, tried to fend off, which he partially succeeded in doing. But only partially, he couldn't prevent most of the punch from hitting him full in the stomach, that he doubled up.
“My son has become a bitch.” He struck again, but this time Trunks was faster. Lost in thought, he raised his arm and fended it off, but stumbled back slightly. "But I'll tell you one thing, from today a different wind will blow here. All this learning and going to school will make you soft. From now on you won't go to school anymore, at least not to this meme school." he snapped at his son while constantly beating him.Trunks only understood the station and didn't have time to think about it, since he was much more busy fending off his father's blows. He really tried to go back to the Super-Saya -Jin status, whereby he was now faster and more precise, so that after a few minutes he finally caught his breath while his father was still beating him. "What do you mean by that?"
Vegeta let go of him, eyed his son angrily and full of hatred. "Pack your things, I've registered you at the Skyflyer Academy!" he uttered almost triumphantly.
“You did what?” He couldn't believe it. He knew this elite school from hearsay, it is said to be one of the worst and toughest schools for fighters in the whole universe. Only the best go there and maybe those who come from a wealthy family. But you could almost feel sorry for them because they can hardly keep up with the tough training program.
Trunks just stared at him in disbelief.Should he go to that academy that probably majored in fighting? "Forget it, I'd rather get a free ticket to hell."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed again, but this time they were sparkling with anger. He had clenched his fists when he yelled at his son: "I can arrange that. I don't give a shit whether you want to go there or not. You will go there and if I have to put you in chains and drag you there personally." . "It wasn't the volume that Trunks had in the end respectfully, no, rather the unspoken warning that was inherent in his father's voice. She was so strong and dangerous that he was forced to give in. But not without having the last word. "Then I advise you to buy chains, because you won't get me there voluntarily !!!!!!" Furious, he left the gravity room, slamming the door loudly.
He walked down the corridor and he heard Bra's music again.His path led him to his room, where the computer was still on. It occurred to him that Goten wanted to send him another email, which had meanwhile arrived. In fact, he had sent all his homework over to him, with a little text below: "Do you have time tonight? Let's meet at our place at 8 pm. You can give me your corrected homework there. See you then, have to stop, my father annoying! Goths "
"Oh yes, but at least your father isn't sending you to a brain-burned academy!" he muttered and fell on the bed. This day would probably always stay in his mind as the blackest day of his life. Because that's exactly what it was. That wasn't fair. He always had to dance to other people's pipes. But this time the bird was shot down .. Skyflyer. Only his father could come up with such a stupid idea. He dreaded going to that academy he'd never heard of. She was probably still on another planet, far from his friends.
A restlessness spread inside him, eventually getting so bad that he got up and left his room. He went towards the kitchen, Bra's annoying music had faded away. Instead he met her in the living room, where she sat in front of the television and watched some adolescent series. There were mainly various soap operas that unfortunately came every day. She looked up when he came in, examined the wound on his head briefly. "Didn't have a chance against Papa again, did you?" she asked snippily. She often made such remarks that made Vegeta's heart beat faster every time. But Trunks hated her and most of all he hated her that day.
"Oh just shut up for once in your life!" he snapped at her and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water from which he took a long swig. "What's going on, brother, can't you stand that Papa is better than you?" Bra had meanwhile also entered the kitchen while the TV was playing down monotonous advertising music.Trunks spun around, glaring angrily at his sister. “At least I don't adore him like you do,” he hissed at her in a threatening tone. But either she didn't hear him or she purposely ignored him. Slowly she stepped up to him, ran her hand over his wound, which had meanwhile stopped bleeding and was already beginning to heal again. “Hit you pretty hard, didn't you?” “Shut up!” Trunks pushed her roughly aside and walked out of the kitchen, followed by Bras screaming loudly that he overheard this time. He was pissed off, pissed off, and his mood sank with every second that passed. Why couldn't this damn family leave him alone? Why did he have to have a father with a shitty pride? Life could be so simple, so normal. But it will probably never be his, not with that part of the blood that flowed in his veins ...
All day long he holed up furiously in his room, turned up his favorite CD and enjoyed the soft vibration of the bass.He was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head. In between he copied Son Goten's homework, discovering numerous mistakes that showed only too clearly how little his friend felt like doing this task. Often times he just mixed up the numbers. That helped him change his mind a little. But it occurred to him that he basically no longer had to do his homework because he was going to school for the last time tomorrow anyway. Basically, he could not care if his teacher gets mad, from the day after tomorrow he will go to the Skyflyer Academy. But on the one hand this work actually distracted him from his problems and on the other hand he had promised his friend that he would get him through the school year safely, and in the end safely through the final exams. He couldn't do the latter now, but at least he could do this only homework for him, as a small parting present.
The time went by very quickly, even though he was just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. At least at the beginning, at some point he seemed to have fallen asleep and when he woke up again, the music was off and the door was repaired. He got up, wiped the last of the sleep from his eyes, and checked his watch. It was just before 7:30 p.m., in half an hour he would be meeting with Goten. He walked out of the room and heard loud voices in the kitchen so he headed for it. His mother's laughter filled his ears, followed by Bra's voice. Trunks entered, saw his whole family at the table, except his grandparents, but his father stood out a little because he was just sitting there shoveling food into himself. His mother looked up happily when he entered. “Trunks!” She walked up to him and hugged her son. Trunks returned the hug lightly, but only gave his father an angry look, which he didn't even notice. He was too busy devouring everything at once like a hungry wolf.She freed herself from his embrace and looked at him sadly. Great, he thought to himself, so she already knows. Annoyed, he stepped past her, sat down at the table and took a large piece of pizza that his mother had probably brought with her on the way home.
"You can be happy." Growled his father, when he had taken a sip from his beer bottle, now the third bottle that day.
"Oh yeah?" Trunks gave him an evil look, while Bra's eyes wandered between the two of them, spellbound. He waited for his father to say something, but waited in vain. After all, it was his mother who spoke. "I was briefly at Son Goku. Well .... Goten was also registered for this academy. Goku will then take you to this planet."
Trunks nodded, felt at least part of his anger and despair let go of him and disappeared. At least he wasn't alone at this academy now.He didn't want Goten, but he had never been so happy to have his friend's company. But something made him suspicious and angry at the same time, especially since it was rare enough that his father shared Goku's opinion.
"Oh Son Goku and you agreed, huh? Whose stupid idea was that?" he snapped at his father. He threw him a quick look, but then shrugged his shoulders with an evil grin. "I don't know. Basically mine. At least I told him how my father sent me there. But well ... in any case, he seemed to like the idea. Well, didn't think I would ever agree with Kakarott will be."
Hot anger exploded inside him. He wanted to get the grin off his father's face. But he did not dare to do this, especially since that was probably what he would have wanted.
"Oh come on Trunks, it won't be that bad. After all, you can come back after your training, graduate from high school and take over our company."His mother's voice had now become soft, almost affectionate. She gave him an encouraging look that would normally have built him up. But something in what she said annoyed him tremendously and that was once again that his whole life was planned. Without it To lose even a word, he grabbed a slice of pizza and left the kitchen. It was time if he wanted to get to the meeting place with his best friends in time. Basically, he was much too late, so he left the kitchen as quickly as possible walked around the house, transformed into a Super Sayajin, and headed for the platform.