Bye, bye trunks!




Vegeta flew home dejected to the Capsule Corpation. He vowed never to fight again. A big lump formed in his throat when he said this sentence. He was totally tense.




When he stood in front of the Capsule Corpation, he quickly realized that no one was home. Vegeta entered the house. A couple of young robot ladies greeted him warmly. Vegeta didn't even look at her. Instead, he bit his teeth hard.




His belongings had been badly damaged by the fight. Sweat penetrated Vegeta from every pore of his body. This sentence crossed his mind again: "I will never fight again!". Now he got a cold chill down his spine.




“Would you like a shower, sir?” Suddenly asked a young robot girl. Vegeta was torn from his thoughts mercilessly and stared at her puzzled.




"Yes," he replied shortly.



The girl heard his answer and drove towards the bathroom. There she prepared fresh towels and shower gel for Vegeta. Vegeta stood in the doorway and watched her.




"And where is my suit?" He growled.




"Will be picked up immediately.", The robot lady replied friendly and disappeared from the bathroom.




Vegeta meanwhile took a shower. Then the robot came back, put Vegeta's battle suit on the chair and disappeared again.




Vegeta didn't know what to do now. Without the fight, life was so empty and empty. Maybe he should take care of his family more. He bit his teeth again. It makes no sense.




"I have to fight!" he decided. Then he put on his battle suit and left the bathroom.




Vegeta wanted to make her way to the gravity room. This was still outside in the garden as before. When he tried to open the door that led outside, he heard voices.He opened the door and saw Mrs. and Mr. Briefs standing in front of him. The two made very big eyes.




"Vegeta? What are you doing here?" they asked in astonishment.




They had been expecting him to leave them.




"I'm going to train a little now!" He said to them.




Mr. Briefs dropped his cigarette in shock.




"Hey Vegeta! Wait!"




Vegeta stopped in the middle of the aisle.




"You can't train now!"




Vegeta raised her head in irritation.




"Why not?" He asked.




"Well, how should I explain that to you? I recently took a few parts for my new invention from the gravity room. I thought to myself, before it just stands there, it will at least serve its purpose."




Vegeta was completely taken aback.




"But don't worry! Just try out my new invention!An exercise bike! "




"What? An exercise bike? Never heard of it!"




"Come into the house now and I'll show you."




Vegeta followed Mrs. and Mr. Briefs into the house.




"If you want," added Mr. Briefs, "then build a new one for you."




Vegeta grinned: "I not only want to, I insist!"




Mrs. Briefs put her purchases on the table. “Oh darling,” she said, “I'm so excited about your new invention.” She hadn't seen it herself yet.




Now they entered Mr. Brief's inventor's workshop. A bicycle-like device was seen there. It just didn't have wheels.




"Look at Vegeta!" said Mr. Briefs. "That would be something for you too." he said happily.




"Oh yes! Fine! How do you operate this thing?" asked Vegeta.




"So look. It's very easy. First you sit on it * points to the saddle * and then you step on the pedals."



Vegeta did exactly as he was told. Suddenly he saw a large simulated street (hologram) in front of him. There were a lot of cars on the road. Vegeta was just in the middle of a main street. He liked this game.




“And here you can increase the level of difficulty.” Mr. Briefs pointed to a red button. "The longer you hold this button down, the higher the level of difficulty becomes."




Vegeta was busy pedaling. He seemed like a racing driver. Now he tried the red button.




"Hug!" He suddenly moaned. "It's difficult! It's fun!" Vegeta exclaimed happily. "Do you have any more games like this?" He asked curiously.




"Yes." replied Mr. Briefs.




"I'm going to make a nice cup of coffee now," cried Mrs. Briefs. "OK, honey. Call when you're done!" "I will!" she trilled back.




Vegeta kicked and pedaled, constantly pressing the red button and driving faster and faster.In anger! He had just actually seen Goku on the hologram and he waved to him cheekily!




Then Goku stepped on the gas and passed Vegeta. Vegeta held the handlebar as if his life depended on it. Vegeta looked at the hologram through gritted teeth. The pedals were smoking.




In the meantime, Future Trunks landed in front of the house with Bulma in his arms.




"Hello!" Bulma shouted loudly as they entered the house.




"Hi sweetheart!" Bulma's mother greeted her, "Now take a look at this delicious cake. I bought it from a brand new pastry shop. Oh! And who is this young man you brought with you? Bulma! You have really good taste!"




"Mother! This is not my new boyfriend! He looks completely different! This is Trunks. He comes from the future."




"Whaa? You have to tell papa that immediately! Wait! I'll get him right away."




Mrs. Briefs went to the inventor's workshop and got her husband and Vegeta.Then they sat together at the table and ate. Trunks was immersed in his story and told his grandparents everything down to the smallest detail.




Mrs. Briefs was delighted to have such a handsome grandson and of course Mr. Briefs had another great idea for an invention. A time machine! He was so intrigued by the idea that he wanted to start building right away. Trunks smiled at Vegeta, but he didn't reply.




"Thank you for saving my life." Trunks said.




Vegeta got up and went back to the inventor's workshop to see his exercise bike. Then Trunks got up and followed him. Reluctantly, he opened the door. Vegeta rode his bike enthusiastically. He had never seen his father like this before.




"Father," said Trunks, "I want to challenge you to a fight."




Vegeta immediately accepted the suggestion. Grinning, he looked at Trunks.



"I will win!", Vegeta promised.




Trunks nodded in agreement. "But I won't make it easy for you!" said Trunks.




The room was very large and spacious so that they could start the fight right here.




Both took up fighting positions and looked at each other with a grin. Then Trunks ran up to Vegeta and wanted to fire a ki ball. But suddenly Vegeta disappeared and reappeared behind Trunks. His clenched fists hit Trunks in the middle of the neck.




Shaken by the blow, Trunk tipped a few meters and then to the ground.




Vegeta sneered at his opponent and stepped over to him.




But suddenly Trunks transformed into SSJ, grabbed Vegeta's foot and threw him through the wall of the house. Now there was a huge hole there.




Mr. Brief hummed a song to himself. His path led directly to the inventor's workshop. He opened the handle and suddenly a very fast ki-ball hissed past him.



With eyes wide open and his body trembling, he stood and fell over.




"Sorry," said Vegeta, "that was actually meant for Trunks."




Vegeta and Trunks stood around Mr. Briefs. This stood up with a bright red head. "What did you do with my workshop ????", he screeched, "Get out of here now !!!"




Startled, the two fled the room.




"Trunks?", Bulma shouted, "There's someone here for you!"




"For me?" Trunks asked in amazement.




"Yes!" Bulma called back.




Vegeta followed Trunks into the living room. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a fancy mustache greeted them. Trunks looked at him in amazement. The man was holding a large black briefcase in his right hand.




"Where can we start?" asked he.




"Best right here.", Bulma answered.




The man opened his briefcase, took out a small HoiPoi capsule and threw it on the floor.



"BOOM!" made it and 2 hairdressing chairs each with a mirror and sink came to the fore.




"What is this now?" asked Vegeta.




"Well, don't you see that?" replied Bulma. "If Trunks flies home tomorrow, he should look neat."




Trunks smiled and sat in the chair.




"Alright!" said Vegeta. "I have nothing to do now. Cut my hair too!"




"OK." Replied the hairdresser. "How should it be?"




"So first wash vigorously with fructies and then stick your hair up with a lot of gel."




"Well, how about you young sir?"




Trunks fished a picture out of his pocket, where you could still see his old cut. "So please!"




"Will be done.", The hairdresser replied obediently and they were ready for almost half an hour. It was already dusk outside.The full moon was very easy to see. But luckily Vegeta and Trunks didn't have a tail anymore.




After visiting the hairdresser, the family ate their farewell dinner with drinks and then everyone went to bed. Trunks eyed his father. It will be the last time he will see him.




The next morning everyone got up early. The breakfast was especially festive. Trunks