Hi! Jana said (persuaded rather fits) that I should put my long-standing story on the net. For me, Trunks and Goten are 7 and 8 each, but they still come to the same school class. Then I'll get started. Bye Monja. PS: Later this story is similar to Seika's, but has nothing to do with it and I had the idea before the Easter break in North Rhine-Westphalia, so I wrote it.




"No, he doesn't go to this school, then he'll be as weak as Gohan!" called Vegetalaut. "But Vegeta all the children have to go there. That's the way it is here. Son Goten goes there too, you can train with him after school." Bulma yelled back. "What Son Goten is going there too? Cool! Then I want too." Trunks stood at the door.


Bri Chichi: "Son Goten, remember you have to go to school tomorrow!" Chichi called through the house, "Mom, I don't want to." Goten replied, "Trunks will go to a class with you, he will pick you up tomorrow." "Great, then I'll come there too." says a very happy Son Goten, shortly befohr he went to bed.

The next morning...


"Trunks get up!" Snapped Bulma "What? Already so late?" frightened Trunks. He quickly got dressed and went into the kitchen where he met his father who was about to tear the refrigerator out of the wall in order to be able to teach it completely. "Father, Mama said you shouldn't do that." Trunks shouted, but by then it was already too late and emptied the refrigerator on the (very) large kitchen table and set about eating everything that was on the table. "Take * smack * something * gag * otherwise you * gulp * you * shovel * just as weak