--- Vegeta and Trunks in the space of spirit and time --- Part 1






“Insane!” It was the first word that came into Trunks' head when he saw it. Vegeta was standing next to him with his arms crossed. He did not say anything.


“So this is the space of spirit and time!” Trunks took a step forward and carefully entered the white void. Although there was nothing to be seen, one seemed to be able to walk on it. White. It was all white with no gradation or any other color. Perfect and flawless. It wasn't a place out of this world.


They had just entered the room and when the door closed behind them


Trunks felt as if they were in a dream. There was no longer any sound from outside. Trunks turned around. “It's pretty hot here, isn't it?” Vegeta said nothing. "And gravity is significantly greater than on earth," he said more to himself. “No need to shed your pants!” Vegeta also went to the white surface, but he kept a few meters away."And how are we supposed to train here, father?" "Mhhh." Vegeta turned and walked into the void without answering. Trunks stared after him. " This may indeed be something !" he thought.


After a while, Trunks noticed the doors next to the entrance and examined them. A bedroom and a pantry. "There are a lot of supplies!" he marveled. “I'm curious what Father has to say about it!” He went out and looked around. Vegeta was gone. Trunks looked for auras, but none.


“Why is he looking for solitude?” Trunks pushed his lower jaw out. "If he would at least talk to me! But apparently he's a lot more arrogant than mother told me!" He remembered Bulma telling him about Vegeta. Her eyes had lit up and she was still full of sadness after all these years. And now he, who had grown up without a father, had met Vegeta here in the past. "In ONE of many possible pasts!" Trunks admonished himself.The whole paradox of time travel confused him again and again.


" Father !" he shouted. “Where are you?” Nothing. Trunks set off because he didn't feel like spending much of the time alone. After half an hour of flying around, he felt the aura of Vegeta. Trunks landed and extinguished his own aura. Then he saw his father.


Vegeta just stood there and hit the air. His aura was highly charged and he had mobilized much of his strength. Vegeta did his exercises tirelessly.


“Father!” Trunks ran towards him. Vegeta paused and looked over his shoulder. He made a face.


"Why did you go so far away? I thought we could ..." Trunks began, but Vegeta cut him off. "Wrong! I don't feel like playing babysitter and I want to concentrate on my training, got it? And now pull the leash, you're disturbing!" With these words Vegeta got up and flew away.Trunks looked after him and was stunned.


"Why does he hate me so much? He seems disgusting to be around someone and he goes out of his way to be left alone!" He looked down. "What am I doing here? If my own father doesn't want to be with me?" But then Trunks clenched his fists. "No! I won't let myself be chased away that easily! I stay and will train alone if necessary!" He looked in Vegeta's direction and a tear ran down his cheek. "Why only, father?" he asked softly. " Why ?"








A little bit of information on the side: I know I let my other stories slide, but the new parts are almost finished. But I want to announce that I will write the comedy (2 parts) next based on the posts of my request and then TheCrow and I will publish our project "Elesas - The Saiyajins' Frontier". Look forward to it, it will be quite a chunk!cu