So here is the continuation of Pan. Many clerks, please.


I'll come to the next part. Seika_Z






Over the next few weeks he spent most of his time either in the gravity room, busy avoiding his father's hard knocks and kicks, or around his father, listing dozens of reasons why he shouldn't go to this school. He and Goten met every few days and thought of new reasons to show their fathers. But little by little their ingenuity ran out and the same suggestions came from Goths, mostly about the fact that girls were not trained there. Trunks had never presented reasons of this kind to his father, because then he could really have packed up. He could just imagine his father's face if he started talking about any girls. He wasn't very conservative about these things, even Bra couldn't change his mind there.Once when she brought home a boy who she said was a classmate who had to catch up on some work from last week, his father was completely freaked out. Trunks had never seen him like this before. He threw the boy out of the house without further ado, yelled at Bra how dare she come home with such a wimp. And then he said something that would cause Bra a lot of trouble later. "The only guy you can bring home with you has to be someone who can beat me!"


After that, Bra hadn't said a word for a long time, until, yes, until the proud Saya-Jin walked into her room one evening. Nobody knew what was happening, not even his mother. But when the door opened again, they were both happy, laughing and talking to each other again. So they had something of a secret, something Trunks never had with his father. Before, maybe, a long time ago, when he first told him he was a prince.But that was a long time ago and this secret was basically not one, since everyone knew it, except of course he didn't. Today he didn't care anymore, especially since he got to hear it all for a long time.


He had tried for a long time to change his father's mind, had seized every possible opportunity by the head. Sometimes he had actually been waiting for him, only to "accidentally" find him in the corridor. But in the end the answer was always the same, a clear, loud 'no'. But he had never given up, until, yes, until his father's answer was anything but a clear, loud 'no' and had intimidated him well.


It was in the evening, about ten weeks after the big argument with his father. In exactly two weeks he and Goten would leave their beautiful world and march into hell, hell in the form of an elite school. Trunks sat in front of the TV after a long, hard day of training, switching up and down without even watching a program that interested him.Basically he didn't feel like watching TV, but he didn't want to go to bed either, especially since he couldn't fall asleep anyway because every bone in his body was sore. His father had pounded him pretty hard that day, seemed to have taken all his bad mood out on him. After just a few minutes, Trunks felt like a punching bag that you could hit as often as you like. He hadn't dared to try to persuade him that day either, hadn't dared to do it with his mood. What did he say when he was a little boy? He wasn't afraid of anything? Basically that was true, he wasn't really afraid of his father, at least not the kind of fear you would have of a powerful opponent when you know you are inferior to him. He would call it respect, but he didn’t let the proud Saya -Jin-prince tell him anything.


He had just found a fairly interesting show when Bra hopped into the sofa and quickly snatched the remote control out of his hands.In the same movement she switched to where the opening music of some terrible soap was just beginning to rumble. Her eyes started to glow as she grabbed a pillow that she laid on her stomach and her hand clawed into it. She stared spellbound at the screen.


"Are you crazy?" he snapped at her and again snatched the remote control out of her hands. In the next moment she screamed out loud that the house was shaking, threw herself on Trunks and pushed him deeper into the sofa with a force that she would not have believed herself capable of. With her free hand she reached for the remote control. "Give it to me! I'll miss the episode!" Trunks never dreamed of watching any boring soaps. He gave her a deliberately light push, at least he didn't want to kill or injure her, so she fell a little rudely from the sofa. Immediately she got up, sat up in front of the television so that he couldn't see anything.Now he could turn it around, twist his head in all directions, the picture remained the same, a bra that looked angry but showed a triumphant twinkle in her eyes.


"Get out of the picture," he said in a calm, calm tone that tugged at his sister most of the time. But not since she got into that bad phase. She shook her head stubbornly. “First give me the remote control!” And as if to the boss, she held out her hand expectantly, as if she really thought he would give in.


"Good," he said in a resigned tone and turned off the television. “Then nobody is looking.” With that he leaned back, played and relaxed. Inside he was seething with anger, his sister could be obnoxious at times. How much he missed the nice little thing that she used to be.


"You're so mean! Well, I'll go into your room and play around with your computer." With that she took a step towards the door, gave Trunks a quick look.She knew exactly how much he hated it when she was in his room, especially at his computer. That was her great strength against him. They are both technically gifted, and like their mother they can invent any kind of device. But unlike Bra, Trunks was a real loser. She had always known how to code his entire hard drive to annoy him or take revenge on him. (Pan: ah that kind of reminds me of the old days when my brother and me had fights like this one. Except that I always only turned his TV on instead of his computer * lol *)


And that's exactly what she planned to do, but Trunks got ahead of her. "You do not do that."


"Oh yes," she hissed bitchily and dug her index finger into his well-toned chest. "And who should stop me? You?" She had put a smug tone in her voice, but it disappeared immediately. "Give-me- the remote control! Otherwise ..."


“Anything else?” Trunks eyes narrowed, as they did with his father, only that his gaze wasn't sparkling with anger.

Bra took a step back, felt that she had no chance against Trunks alone. She smiled insidiously as a loud "DAD!" echoed down the corridor. Trunks turned his eyes towards the ceiling in annoyance. Sometimes his sister could be a real sneak, calling out to her father every time she was losing. He hated that about her because he always walked away as the idiot anyway. Angry, he gave her the remote control and wanted to leave the living room, but was pushed back by Vegeta, who entered the room almost stormy. “What is it?” First he looked at Bra, then at Trunks, his gaze changing from sugar-sweet to angry.


Bra smiled slightly, looked briefly at her father, who for once was not wearing sweatpants. On the contrary, she hadn't seen him in a shirt and jeans in a long time. At the same time she exchanged a quick look with Trunks. "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you would like to look at" good luck - bad luck "for a bit." She gave an exaggerated wink with her eyelashes.Trunks groaned softly. In that respect she was really pubescent. She had to be told at least once a day that she was pretty, and that comment only came from her parents. Mostly from Bulma. But there was one thing in her grumbling, if he gave in, she would be pious and hold Vegeta off his neck. At this moment too, at least he thought. He was about to leave the living room when his father grabbed his arm.


"No time. Trunks will be with you," he growled, gave Trunks a warning look and walked out of the room. That was typical again, when it came down to it, he pulled in his tail. His father himself hated all the series and songs that his sister drew into day after day. But he hadn't told her, nor had he ever watched one of these series with her. He always had to put up with that.


Bra smiled broadly at Trunks, losing the hard side again. She had really taken on two sides as she went through puberty.One was the hard, demanding side, but then she became the little kid again who loved talking about series or guys.


"Cool, I'll tell you everything that happened. Come on!" She pulled her brother, who unfortunately had no other choice, back to the sofa by the arm. And a few moments later he tried to put on the most interesting expression possible and keep his eyes on the screen, while Bra talked incessantly about people who had a serious accident or who were abandoned by their lovers.


His mind wandered into the near future. In fact, he couldn't get this elite school out of his head. His father had told him a lot about what had become one of their longest conversations. But he had mainly limited himself to the entrance exam. From everything he'd told him, it was actually tough, a lot tougher than anything he'd ever done.It was limited to a theoretical and a practical, i.e. combative, test. The theoretical one mainly had to answer questions about attacks or forms of combat, but also questions about vehicles or technical data. He was less afraid of that, after all, the blood of the family that owned the largest manufacturing company on earth flowed in his veins. In return, however, the practical became all the harder. It consisted of three areas. On the one hand, the fighter's style was assessed, just as he performed all the movements. Then of course strength and special talents. The third and last, however, is said to be one of the greatest tests in which one fought against one's fear. This struggle against fear worried him, especially since,