No, that couldn't be true. That couldn't be right! And why the fuck did this girl mean so much to him? Suddenly a tremendous anger rose in him, his hands clenched, they clenched into fists. What was the matter with him, he no longer understood himself. Ever since he found this girl, his feelings have changed constantly. Sometimes he felt this security, deep in his heart (only when he was with her) and now he would like to get into the air and beat everything briefly. Bulma noticed Trunk's anger. "So what exactly happened now?" tried to get Bulma Trunks' attention to calm him down. Ava looked at the floor, another tear streaked her cheek. "Well ... I already told you that I came from the planet Avalon. Avalon was a beautiful planet. Seven suns shone down on it, one more beautiful and brighter than the other. It was a moving spectacle when they were all individually , went down one after the other in the evening.One sun goes down for an hour, then the next goes down. Each of them has a name Calistos, the largest of them is, then Aristoria, Sibidos, and Reif. The three smallest of them are called Avaria, Avakuss and Ava. If a newborn baby was born exactly at the same time as one of the suns had set, it was given the name of the sun. That was the greatest honor one could get on Avalon. You have to know that our children are usually born early in the morning. Now I, the daughter of the king and also my brother Avakuss, have received this honor. We both had a lovely childhood until that morning when our fortunes changed drastically. "She stopped for a moment, these memories hurt her too much, of her oh-so-beloved home Avalon.


Trunks had meanwhile sat down on a chair and Bulma was still sitting next to her, both of them stared curiously at her.


"What happened?!" it burst out from Bulma.Ava looked at her in disbelief for a moment. "Why am I telling these people, whom I hardly know at all, that? That doesn't give them any shit! On the other hand ... they were so nice to me, they probably even saved my life. Maybe it's good once I get it off my chest, maybe ... maybe it won't hurt that much anymore. " she thought to herself.


"Avakuss had just turned 14 and I was about to 10, eight years earlier our mother had died of a virus. We were standing on the huge balcony that looked into the courtyard of our palace. Father was just talking to his people. Avakuss was standing on his left, me on the right. Avakuss was wearing a small, dull, silvery shimmering armor. On his back was his sword, which he had received from father for his birthday a few days earlier to waving it around. He was terribly proud of it. Father admonished him not to fight with it because he couldn't control it a bit.

I saw father from behind, standing there, so proud, so self-assured, he was able to fascinate his people. His self-confidence rubbed off on the people. It knew that as long as it was alive they could lead a good and beautiful life. He was there and as long as they felt safe. I always envied him for being able to fascinate people with this gift. He too wore silver armor, the light of the suns was reflected in it. His purple cloak was caught in a gust of wind, it was very windy up there, Avakuss and I almost lost our balance, but father just stood there and continued to tell about his visions of an even better future on Avalon. The people cheered him, they loved their king. Then he was just about to begin the closing words, the sky darkened and it got icy cold on this once warm and bright planet. It had gotten so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your eyes.I was terrified and I think my brother was no different. The people slowly became restless, even my father's calming words were of no use anymore, panic broke out. My father instructed his bodyguard, who stood behind us, to illuminate the inner courtyard with spotlights. But this took time, because although they knew the palace inside and out, they had to key along the walls. The light switches are at the beginning and at the end of a corridor and they were in the middle. Suddenly you heard screams, some people ran around in fear and panic and knocked down others who they then ran over. Finally the courtyard was lit and when our eyes got used to the light again, a picture of horror presented us. On the floor lay in front of aching, whimpering or no longer moving citizens of our planet. Some lay in their own blood, overrun, sometimes by their own families and friends.Immediately my father called for paramedics to take care of the injured. They were just about to start treating them when they fell to the ground, pierced by a beam of light. We suddenly looked up. You could see individual outlines of people in flight, but nothing more. Then they landed. There must have been thousands. They all had black hair except for one, one of them, a rather muscular guy, had blue hair. His eyes were red as fire, but cold as ice. He looked around for a moment, then saw Father, his real goal.




To be continued if you want!