talk, his hands clenched in the bedspread, while his eyes had an absent glow.


“Against my mother.” He just said, whereupon Trunks had trouble not to fall from his chair. He looked at his father in amazement. "Against your mother? You were afraid of your mother?" A thousand thoughts raced through his inner being. How terrible and brutal a mother had to be to be afraid of her. Trunks could hardly imagine that he was ever afraid of his mother, more likely for her, but that was different.


His father nodded. "Yes, but not in the way you think now. My mother was always like a role model to me, I always wanted her to be proud of me. When she was still alive, she was the only one who had shown me feelings But she died when I was three and my father raised me all by himself, and when I went to that school and found out about the exam procedure, I thought a lot about what I was afraid of.Had expected an overpowering enemy. But you only recognize the real fear when you face it. I've never been so scared. She looked the same as always, beautiful with long black hair, but it wasn't her, just an illusion. Today I know that no mother would throw her son on the head, that she is not proud of him and that he is a complete failure. "He smiled broadly and looked at Trunks." Usually only fathers do that. But believe me, they rarely mean business. "


"And that got you down?"


Again he nodded and his eyes wandered as if he were seeing all over again what he had experienced many years ago. "Yes, I couldn't do anything anymore, I was almost on the verge of tears. That was it. She hit me hard on the back of the head, I passed out and> bang

Trunks said nothing more, the whole time he had felt how hard it was his father's lips.He was still the proud Saya-Jin. But he could say one thing, his mother was sure to be proud of him. He had changed since he flew to Earth. He had gotten nicer, had begun to show emotion. Although not in the presence of others, only his own mother had probably seen true feelings in him so far. He would like to get to know his grandparents from his father's side, especially his grandmother. From what he had now heard from his father, she seemed to have been a kind, beautiful woman.


Vegeta looked thoughtfully at the now empty beer bottle. "Shit stuff, you can get in like nothing." With that he wiped his mouth and removed the light beard that was left over from the foam of the beer. “You can handle it, I'm sure! After all, you're my son!” Again one could clearly hear his pride, which only increased when he added threateningly: “And woe to what was said here making the rounds."That was it, with that he left the room. Trunks stared after him in disbelief. Had he just dreamed that, or was it real? He didn't know, but it seemed to him as if his father had tried to apologize. Yes, that should have been it.


A smile played on his face when the thought occurred to him that saying sorry wasn't one of his strengths. And probably never will be. But at least it was a small attempt that had impressed him very much.




The little girl's loud laughter resounded through the untouched nature, which only a small house had given human adornment. Numerous birds flew away, screeching loudly and frightened when Goten whirled through the meadow together with Pan. He tossed her up in the air, caught her again, and laughed, placing her on his shoulder. Pan cheered and squeaked as she gripped his unruly hair.


Trunks watched his friend with amusement.He stood with his parents, Bra and Goten's family, including Videl and Gohan, in front of the house and watched them both, with a slight smile spreading on the face of Goten's brother. Trunks hadn't seen him in a long time, especially since he and Videl had moved to Satan City, where he was a college professor. Videl ran her father's martial arts school, hiring girls as well. These were mainly trained in light defense so that they could walk safely through the streets teeming with criminals.


As always, his father stood a little apart from the group. He hadn't spoken to him since last night. Trunks knew he didn't mean it. Rather, he had to accept the fact that he was good at showing emotions. He himself had been very grateful for telling him about his fear. Although he sensed that it wasn't his fear, it helped a little to counteract the test in a more relaxed manner.

"The two are becoming more and more alike ..." Chichi muttered, shaking her head, into the loud screeching of her granddaughter, not taking her eyes off the two of them.


Gohan just grinned at that. “Basically, they are both just like one here!” His eyes pointed to his father, who only slowly understood what it was about. Only when everyone started laughing did he laugh along, but couldn't stop scratching the back of his head, embarrassed. Only Vegeta didn't laugh, but nobody noticed, especially since you weren't used to anything else from him. He only poked his lips, now finally leaned against the wall of the house and crossed his arms in front of his chest.


Goten came back reluctantly, but did not let Pan leave his side. He had put her back on his shoulder, just like his father had when he first met him. That was less than ten years ago. "Go Goten, do it again !!" Pan shouted enthusiastically as Goten came up to his friend, breathing heavily.He groaned. "Oh man, you are pure torture, you know that?" He grinned, finally handed her over to Trunks, who held her a little hesitantly in his arms. He hadn't held a little girl in his arms since Bra was out of age, least of all Pan, whom he had rarely seen anyway. "Trunks tell Goten to keep going!" she said in her high-pitched child's voice. Trunks just grinned, gave his friend a questioning look, which he answered with a violent shake of the head. "I think Goten has to take a break. He's getting old, you know ..."


A pout adorned the girl's little face. "Such a lazy guy!" This time everyone laughed, even Vegeta grinned briefly, which he quickly made to disappear. He looked around for a moment, hoping no one would have noticed. But this was ruined by Bulma, who smiled warmly at him.


Finally Gohan took it from Pan. "It's about time you said goodbye to your Goth ..." he muttered, whereupon the mood became a little sad again.Nobody really knew what to say until Bulma came up to her son and took him in her arms. "You can handle it, Trunks. I'm so proud of you, you know that ..." she whispered tenderly in his ear. Trunks hugged her, breathed a light kiss on her cheek. She pressed another Hoi-poi capsule into his hand, which contained all of his luggage, and took a step back. Bra followed her, wrapping her arms around his head and hugging him lightly.


Arms around his head and hugging him lightly. "Will miss you a lot, big brother!" "Me too, annoying little sister." he replied before they parted.


It was no different with Goths. The whole time he was in his arms with his mother, who howled snot and water. Goku just stood by, exchanging a few embarrassed looks with his youngest son.


Finally, however, she finally let go of him, wiped the tear from her eyes."Don't shame me. And don't forget to study, yes!" she said in her usual strict tone, whereupon everyone looked at him in embarrassment this time, especially Gohan, who had an L from his own experience about Chichi's learning complex