the door opened and Goten burst in. He beamed up over both ears and let himself fall on the couch.


"What's the matter with you, if you keep grinning like this you will soon swallow your ears or you will get stiff muscles ...." Trunks asked.


"She is wonderful, unique, breathtaking, ingenious ........"


“Who are you talking about?” Trunks looked at Goten questioningly. "Well, from her, of course. Have you seen her eyes, her mouth and her figure ......." Goten's gaze was somehow slightly transfigured and he looked withdrawn.


"Are you talking about Dea ??" Trunks asked, because he had last seen Goten near her.


Goten's gaze changed abruptly: "Just stop talking to me. She's no comparison to ............ Zenya!" at the sound of her name, Trunks heard the rustle in his best friend's voice.


"What do you have against Dea?"" Take a look at her and compare her to Zenya ............ Dea is conceited, arrogant, cold-tempered, bitchy, impossible and has a big mouth. If she continues like this, I will stuff it to her. No matter if she is a girl or not! Plus, Zen looks a lot better. Have you ever seen the golden speckles in her eyes ?? "


Trunks thought about it. So she wasn't to him as Goten Dea had just described: She was very nice, polite, funny and serious to him. She smiled a little and you couldn't see much of her feelings, but what Goten had described she wasn't at all. But Trunks already knew that. Goten always devalued all girls he wasn't into.


"So I think she is very nice!" "Nice ??? Dea is not nice. Dea is a lethal injection!"


"now make a point you don't know her at all !!" said Trunks.


"I don't want to, what I've seen and heard from her is enough for me! Fine and good, she looks great, but that's it too ........" "Who did you hear WHAT? ?"" Chris, one of the boys next door told me a lot about her and that's not good. She doesn't go out and if you can't do anything with her. In other words, if you want to touch it, it becomes rough ......... "Goten yawned.


"SUPER GOTEN, INCREDIBLE !!! OUR ROLLER BELIEVES MORE THAN THE CHARACTERISTIC MEN WHO BREAK THE MOUTHES LIKE WASHWEAR THAN TO MAKE YOUR OWN PICTURE !!!" Trunks' voice had become unusually loud. He was angry. He couldn't handle that well. If you knew someone and then didn't like them, that was okay, but only because of other people's talk ....... - he hated that. He also found Dea very nice, he had to give that.


In a way, she exerted a charm through her closed manner, radiated something mysterious.


"Oh you, leave me alone! I have to write a letter to Pan. I promised!" snorted Goten and sat down at his desk.


"Great, really great.I'm sitting in a school that I didn't want to go to and arguing with you on the first evening, how is that going to be when we live together longer? "Replied Trunks, jumping up angrily. The chair tipped over and he left the quarters.


Straight away he made his way to the mirror hall. His thoughts were so deep that he didn't even hear the music coming from there. Only when he arrived and saw the light was on did he step closer.


He heard a voice that sounded like one of the instructors: "Not so lame, your leg higher. Your movements have to be more flowing. The strokes are shorter and harder. Do not go as far, it costs you strength and you don't have it. Pay attention take cover and dance more. Adjust to the rhythm. "The voice sounded stern and unyielding.


Trunks looked around the corner and froze. Dea trained there. She was sweating and the instructor was none other than T.K. and he took her damn hard.


2no, no, no! Lot 1000 push-ups !!! "he ordered." No matter what!"Dea went to the ground and started with the push-ups, but still with one arm. 500 on the left arm and 500 on the right. Trunks had difficulties to keep up with both arms. But on one ??


He made himself noticeable by clearing his throat. T.K turned around: "Oh the new one! Dea, I think the young man would like to see you ?! See you tomorrow for training!" T.K. gave Trunks a friendly nod and disappeared.


"What's up?" Dea asked without stopping.


"Actually nothing. I just wanted to train ......" "Quarrel with your amigo ??" "Please what ??" "Amigo is Spanish and means friend!" she carried on carefree. "Yes, but how do you know that again?"


"This is normal here ....... I and Zen were initially bothered by each other, although not on the same evening, but within the 1 week. You can handle it and at some point you will fight it out."


"You have a lot of strength and stamina for a girl!" noted Trunks."It only looks like this. Zenya has twice the strength of me and I would probably be inferior to the strongest of the guys if I didn't work on my technique regularly, that's why TK was here too. He sometimes helps me to improve in the evenings ... . "


she finished and got up. Sat down at Trunks.


Observed him for a moment: "You didn't want to come here, am I right ??" Something again that she actually couldn't know, but Trunks nodded: "Yes, I think there are more important things than fighting! I'm only here because otherwise my father would make my life hell! " he leaned back and folded his arms behind his head.


"I am here voluntarily. I am the youngest daughter in a noble family. My father is the supreme commander in the army of the king of our planet. I have two brothers. They are father's pride and joy. My mother died giving birth to me. Father thinks women belong behind the stove and my brothers see it similarly.Women are there to cook, to please and to clean. They are not allowed to have a will of their own and certainly not to fight. My father didn't even notice me. I've always wanted to do something meaningful. I can do that here. Being a Guardian is more than just fighting. Guardians ensure the peace of the galaxy and ensure that children can grow up in a peaceful future. The training here is tough, but it's the best. I also wanted to prove that not only boys can be accepted here and to prove to my father and my brothers that I am worth just as much as they are .. My brothers are as far as women go, just like your buddy Goten. That's why I reacted so dryly earlier. I already know that and there is only one way to fight such guys. But actually I'm used to it. You know Zen and I don't really have it easy. Constantly suggestive remarks from the guys here. The pick-up lines. Ok, it's worse with Zen.She's always nice to everyone, almost TOO nice. At the beginning I was also buried and a few very persistent ones are still trying. But for me only the training doesn't count anymore ............... you learn as much as we don't anywhere in your life here, unless you are later on the road as a guardian. By the way, I find the synchronicity between you and Goten very remarkable ... "Trunks had listened in silence until then." I would rather go to school and study normally than that. But I can understand you. I'm sure you would be the kind of daughter my father would want ....... ok, he does have Bra. But she is not a born fighter. "" Is that your little sister? "She looked at him questioningly." Yes, she is 15 and in the middle of puberty !! Really bad ...... you and your boy bands, soaps! "" I've never had something like that and neither has Zen, we've been on the road for a few years ... "" my father adores her and I actually like her too, if only she wasn't so annoying!"" try to understand everything from their point of view. You went through puberty once, so everything was difficult for you too. One moment you're happy, then you're sad again ... "" hm, I haven't seen it like that before. Well as I said, my father thinks I'm a wimp. I was never as important to him as Bra ... "" Shall I tell you something Trunks ??? Your father was when I was 14, just before I left home. For training on the go. He visited our king. He said an old friend from the past. Well, of course, he also looked at our fighters. Father didn't want me to fight, I did it anyway. Your father saw that. I gradually sent one by one to the mat. My father then scolded me that I should kindly make the meal at home. Your dad really went crazy there. He turned my father into a snail, which he imagines to send a fighter like me to the stove.My abilities would be there, but stunted, because I would not be encouraged and I would have more potential in my little finger than this whole collection of failures in the whole body ... "" That sounds a lot like my father ... "" The evening was mine father and my brothers to eat in the castle. I was also there. Then I heard that your father would have liked to take me with him back then to train me. But my father strictly refused. Well shortly afterwards I ran away from home. I didn't want to be just the plaster anymore. I wanted to improve myself and show everyone who I am and what I can do. Your father triggered that back then ......... he mostly looks like a little poison, but he's okay! "


"He wanted to train someone ?? Hard to believe!" She looked at her blue crystal watch which was lying next to her towel. "It's already past midnight. We should go to sleep!" "You're right!" Trunks pushed himself off the floor and got up. Somehow he felt better.He held out his hand to Dea and pulled it up: "Thank you ...."


"It's okay ..." he smiled at her and got a tentative smile back. It looked a little shy.


“You should do that more often, looks good on you!” He grinned. "Just keep that to yourself. If someone notices that I can smile and be nice, my whole image is gone and I have the boys on my neck again!" she joked, but her smile had given way to the usual standard again. "Like my father. That must have been his" bad "image too!" the two made their way back.


When Dea arrived, Zen was already asleep. She didn't feel like taking a