with the best will in the world, he couldn't think of what he was afraid of. Nor could he imagine how one could fight his fear and his father had strictly refused to tell him. At least he would have to admit what he was afraid of.His pride didn't go along with that.


Eventually it was over and the preview of the next episode came up, followed by the ending song. Trunks got up, relieved, but was pulled back by Bra. "Where are you going?"


"In my room, maybe?" he replied. She pouted, the look on her face that made Vegeta cuddle even more. "Come on and stay. We can look at what you want, okay?"


Trunks right eyebrow moved up skeptically. "Before you were eager to get rid of me."


"Yeah, I didn't know how nice it is to talk to you about series ..."


Did she call that entertaining? Basically, she had just babbled on him for ages. Her moods fluctuated more and more from one side to the next. He couldn't remember feeling like that four years ago. On the contrary, he had classified himself as relatively normal.


"Sorry, no time, no desire, I'm tired."He got up again, but this time was held back by his mother, who just entered the living room. She looked tired and tense, her eyes were small and watered a little. A loud yawn broke through the idyll of the room." Hey Trunks. "Vegeta followed a few moments later, still wearing the blue shirt that looked great on him, but he didn't dress very often, Dende alone might know why. He glared at Trunks as he passed him into the Kitchen went and told him to follow him. He exchanged a quick look with his mother, who then shrugged her shoulders helplessly, but did the same as her husband and went into the kitchen as well.


His father had already stepped to the refrigerator, taking out his everyday bottle of beer. He looked briefly at Trunks, who had a few more bruises on his body again, but not nearly as many as at the beginning. “You're getting better,” he said flatly. "but you won't pass the exam like that."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked past his mother to the refrigerator. But unlike his father, he grabbed a bottle of juice that was in the farthest corner. His father had been watching him the whole time, downright impaling him with his eyes. He knew he was waiting for an answer.


"Just want to know what has made you so effeminate. You found a woman or what?" Again he looked at him with narrowed eyes, while his mother just grinned. “I think he would have introduced them to us a long time ago, right?” Exaggeratedly funny, she pinched his stomach, laughed softly when he winced slightly. But his father showed no emotion. On the contrary, his face was as cold as ever. "It'll come to the point where you let yourself be effeminate by a woman. You can see these would-be fighters, this son of Karkarott."


"Trunks has a girlfriend ??" Bra stepped into the kitchen grinning, giving Trunks a meaningful look.And his mother grinned too, whereby she and Bra became more and more alike. In general, Bra was a little Bulma, just as quick-tempered and just as annoying. His father smiled briefly at his daughter, but then turned his field of vision back to Trunks. The more you laughed at it, the redder it got. He hated that habit on him that he didn't know who he had it from.


"What nonsense, I don't have a girlfriend. And neither do Goten ..." he added a little more quietly, although he wasn't so sure anymore. He hadn't heard from him in ages and he was notorious to have a girl by his side as quickly as possible.


“You definitely won't pass this entrance exam like this.” His father repeated, taking a sip from his bottle.


He looked at Vegeta for a moment. He knew what he was going to say, eager to see his father's reaction. He took a long swig from the bottle, wiped the last bit off his mouth, before asking with a humorless grin: "What if I fail by accident?"

Vegeta's eyes were notorious for shrinking when anger filled him. At this moment, too, his eyes became small again, even more so they seemed to banish all good feelings from them and only let hatred and anger reside. "Now listen carefully to me," he growled in a threatening tone in his voice. "Don't push it to extremes. I warn you, if you don't stand up to the level at this school, you will get your free ticket to hell, to my hell!" Bang rang out in the room for a long time and the bottle itself broke. Cold beer poured down his right hand, holding the last of the remains.


"It's okay, just relax, it was just a question." Trunks gave his father a disgruntled look in the hope that he would get around. But that was probably not the case.


“Don't you dare to embarrass me.” With that he stood up with a jerk and went out of the room, giving his son another withering look, where his loud stomping of his feet could still be heard until they slowly faded away.

Trunks stood there, almost as if ordered and not picked up. His gaze was fixed on the door into which his father had disappeared. Nobody said a word, not even Bra, who was otherwise a true master at pounding people with her infinitely big mouth. It was only the loud clatter of broken glass that collided with each other that startled the two of them. His mother sighed heavily as she picked the shard from the small puddle of beer with her pointed fingers. At the same time she got a cleaning rag and wiped the table clean again. "He always breaks everything. But does he even think of cleaning up for a minute?" she muttered angrily to herself.


Bra smiled slightly. "After all, he's a prince, he's not used to doing the dirty work. He always had servants for that." She had that proud undertone in her voice again, which she always displayed when she was told about her father's descent talked. She left the subject at school, but in the presence of Marron he had heard her talk like that on several occasions.Maron had just shrugged his shoulders and said that her mother was a cyborg after all.


But for Bulma it was too much of a good thing. She seemed to have had a long and hard day by what you could tell, regardless of her mood. She turned around angrily and stared at her daughter for two full seconds before yelling at her: "Your father may be a damn prince, but he hasn't had servants since he was twelve. They went all the hops, you know. Besides, it's interesting no one here who or what he is. I don't give a shit !!!! "


Bra visibly collapsed the more Bulma uttered. Her eyes became small, but not from anger, more from sadness and a little later two tears rolled down her cheeks. She turned on her heel and ran out of the kitchen. Trunks saw clearly how many more tears followed the two individual ones. His sister might be annoying at times.But she really didn't deserve that. Even as a small child she had nailed herself to the dream that she was a princess. But this dream had destroyed her mother just then, never to be seen again.


He looked at his mother, who had pressed her lips tightly together. He hadn't seen her like this for a long time, so depressed and struggling with herself. "Oh damn ... I didn't mean to ..." she bit nervously on her lower lip, while she carelessly tossed the cleaning rag into the sink. "This is just not my day today ..." She looked at Trunks expectantly, as if hoping for an answer to an unspoken question.


He just nodded. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." He clearly saw the relief in his mother's eyes. She nodded and he left the room. As soon as he stepped into the corridor, loud music echoed in his ears, booming from Bra's room, much louder than ever before. He knocked on the door a couple of times, but then saw that it was pointless and that she couldn't hear him anyway, so he entered without hesitation.The music got louder and more annoying.


He saw Bra lying on the bed, her head buried in the pillows. Her body trembled from the numerous sobs she let out, but couldn't be heard because the music drowned her out. She hadn't noticed him yet, so he went to her system and switched it off without further ado.


In the next moment she turned around. Her eyes were red and wet from crying, but he could clearly see anger in them. "Get out of Trunks!" she yelled at him, grabbed a pillow and threw it purposefully at him. He caught it in front of his face. Slowly he stepped closer, avoiding two more pillows, which she tossed at him, so that he was finally holding three pillows in his arms when he finally got to her bed. "Everything okay?"


The question itself sounded stale and somehow inappropriate to his own ears, and that's exactly how she took it. "What do you think everything is okay? Do me a favor and get out of here."She whimpered, burying her face in one of her pillows again. Trunks didn't give up, on the contrary, he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed and stroked her back almost tenderly." Listen, Mother didn't mean it that way. I mean, she's had a pretty stressful day and well, the backups go wrong. Don't take them seriously! "


"But I take it seriously!" Bras whimpered voice muffled, because she had dug her head deep into her pillow. But slowly she straightened up, wiped the tears from her face with her hand and looked her brother straight in the eyes for the first time. "She was right, wasn't she? I mean, father is no longer a prince."


Trunks resisted the temptation to roll his eyes, especially since he felt obliged to comfort her and he didn't like the words that he had made up in his mind. "Of course he is ... just without a kingdom. You know the story."

Bra smiled slightly. “You are cute, do you know that?” Her eyes shone, while a slight blush spread around Trunks cheeks. "Oh yes?"


She nodded vigorously, still that smile on her face that the sun would raise on the darkest night. "I know that you don't like father