from his father, who cautiously entered his room.


“Hey Son Goten, what can I do for you?” His father's voice was soft and calm as ever. No longer angry, as he had seen her that afternoon when he had freaked out about Goten's lack of concentration for their fight.


"Yeah, hold mother off my neck," he growled and stuffed the school supplies into his packed rucksack. In general, she seemed to have packed all sorts of things for him, so that there were three suitcases in his room, plus a backpack and a bag.


His father scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and grinned. "Oh, you know her, for a bit of drama it shouldn't be missing from her."


His son said nothing, just grimaced as if the weather forecasters had predicted seven days of rain.He was still slightly angry with his father that he had to go to this school, but he hadn't really shown that. Basically he couldn't be angry with him for long, he liked him too much for that. He was just glad that at least Trunks was there and he didn't have to go there alone, alone among boys without even a trace of a girl.


"Don't look like that. That will do you good, believe me. Vegeta said that the school was really of a high standard. Just right for Trunks and you."


"Since when have you been talking to Vegeta?" his son spun around and stared at him.


His father scratched the back of his head again and grinned sheepishly. "Well, you know, he told me about how his father dragged him there and admitted that she hadn't taken him. Well, he said he was too strong for them, you know him. In any case it will be be the best training for you after a long time. I'm slowly not sure what else to teach you.And when we're all gone later, you have to go into battle. Do not disappoint me, my son. "He winked at him again encouragingly and left the room. Goten stared after him, while his last words seemed to echo in the room: 'Don't disappoint me my son'. No, why should I never disappoint him while Gohan asked him He put his hands on the desk with a sigh and buried his head in them, life could be so unfair.


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Trunks spent the last night in his living room home in front of the television with Bra, his mother, and to his own displeasure, his father. Once again they had been in the gravity room all day and fought until they dropped while Bulma did some work in the company.


He was staring at the screen, but not grasping the images properly.He only noticed that Bra was holding the remote control and what she was looking at was really revolutionary, even his father had to admit that. He would much rather make the city unsafe with Goten again, but Goten had other problems. You could feel sorry for him, had to put up with an annoying, eager to learn mother. Trunks had always been glad his mother wasn't like that. But basically she could hardly complain about his grades, so far he had always brought home a good report card. His father had never cared how he was doing at school. He had only gone to a parents' evening on Bulma's orders, but it ended in a mean disaster. He had really messed with his former class teacher, so that the last year was pure horror for her. She had never forgiven it, and Trunks didn't even know what his father had done. Had he secretly hit on her?But he could hardly imagine this.


At the beginning he had considered whether he should not walk through the city alone. But he really didn't feel like doing that, especially since Bra would have gone too and the idea of ​​having his annoying sister glued to his leg didn't exactly fuel his enthusiasm. Bra resented him for that, so that she had been making sticky remarks all evening.


He hadn't spoken a normal word to his father since the argument six weeks ago. But now he was slowly becoming curious about the school, Dende alone would like to know why. Probably because part of himself had come to terms with it by now. He turned to his father. "Tell me what kind of school is that."


Vegeta opened his left eye and looked at his son. He had fallen into a concentration exercise during the film, which clearly showed the rise in his ki, which in turn had only felt Trunks.His sister didn't even know what a ki was. "I told you, an elite unit of fighters who ..." "Yes, you told me that, but not what this school looks like, what the teachers are, everything you might need to know about a school. "He interrupted his father, which he apparently resented. After all, he had dared to interrupt the "Prince of the Saya-Jins". "What must these teachers interest you? Enough if you go there and keep the pride of our part of the family!"


A loud clatter made everyone flinch. Bulma had slammed the little minicomputer that she had been trying to overhaul loudly on the table. Her eyes were narrowed with anger when she looked at Vegeta. “What do you mean, the pride of one part of our family. Which part do you mean by that?” Her voice was only a small part of herself, filled with anger.


Vegeta just raised his eyebrows."Well, which one. The noble part, in case they tell you something."


"DO YOU STILL ALL OF THEM ??? ALWAYS YOUR PART HAS NOT MADE IT TO COME TO THIS ACADEMY !!!!!!" Once again the walls of the Capsule Corporation shook. Vegetas looked at her in astonishment at first, then his eyes narrowed again to those thin slits that were feared by his enemies. "How do you know?" he hissed at her.


Trunks watched the conversation, always looking from one person to the other and even Bra turned her attention away from the film, which was boring anyway.


Bulma made a triumphant sound. "So it's true. Son Goku said something."


“That damn bastard, that was the last time I would speak a word to him,” he growled, hands clasped over his chest. Bulma moved closer to him, putting her hand on his muscular arm. "That's the proof. Trunks will do it, at least he can fight and he's smart too."

Vegeta said nothing, got up with a jerk and walked towards the kitchen. You could hear the refrigerator rattling and shortly afterwards the pop that sounds when you open a bottle of beer. A little later, the assumption seemed confirmed, with a bottle of beer in hand, he stomped loudly out of the living room.


"Proud as ever ..." mumbled his mother, but then smiled at her son. "Have you packed everything?"


Trunks nodded, then looked towards the door where his father had disappeared. Apparently it still seemed to bother him that he hadn't made it, that he was too weak to pass a few tests. But at least he was the proud prince of the Saya-Jins who never showed weakness.


With a "good night" he got up and left the living room. His feet led him straight into his room, where a surprise was already waiting for him.


His father was sitting on the edge of his bed with a half-empty beer bottle from which he was taking another sip when Trunks entered, stunned.He had never been in his room before, at most when he had to drag him to the gravity room again.


"Foolish woman ..." he muttered, his head jerking towards the wall, exactly where the living room was a few rooms away.


“At least she's right,” Trunks said carefully, waiting to see how his father would react. He had expected everything, including a quick attack that he had nothing to counter. But what was coming, even the best fortune teller in the world could not have predicted.


"Yes, but the test was tough and I was very young back then."


"Aha" just made Trunks, pulled his desk chair over and sat on it the wrong way round so that the backrest protruded in front of him instead of behind and he could cross his arms on top of it.


Vegeta nodded. "Sure, maybe was ..." He looked appraisingly at Trunks. "You are 18, aren't you? (Pan: the raven father, doesn't even know the age of his son * g *) Yes, you first announced loudly to me.“A slight smile spread across his otherwise strict facial features.” And I was 12. At the time, they only take boys 16 and over, but my father wasn't king for nothing. "Trunks sighed when he heard the faint pride in his father's voice. Yes, pride, the only thing that really mattered in his life.


"My father was pissed off and let me train like a madman on it. He wanted to try again next year, but this next year he didn't see the planet Vegeta anymore." Trunks nodded, he knew the story in and by heart, but heard it for the first time from his father's mouth. He hadn't spoken in such calm in a long time and considering the circumstances under which this conversation took place, it seemed a miracle that they hadn't attacked each other yet.


"Aha ..." Again he didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to such a situation with his father at all, especially since she'd only talked about fights up to now.He had never talked about his father or about his childhood at all.


"You know, I passed everything with flying colors, just everything. This theory-shit, which you will surely manage with your left hand, in that sense Bulma is right. But there was this combat test where you had to fight against your own fear. Be careful , you always have to keep in mind that it is an illusion, not a real thing.


That was my mistake, don't do it! "


Trunks glanced at his father briefly. The question was literally burning on his tongue, it had bothered him the night before when he was with Goten. For a moment he fought against the impulse, but didn't resist it in the end. "And what did you fight against?"


Again he expected pretty much anything, a fit of anger was just the nicest thing. But nothing happened, his father took a swig from the bottle and stared at the floor. Trunks was afraid he wouldn't say anything, just leave the room.But he didn't do that either and a few moments later he began to