Trunks. Without a strong aura, even a Saiyan would not be invincible without proper practice. It ended with Krellin blocking a front kick from Trunks, kicking him in the side, and again in front of the chest.Trunks grabbed Krellin's leg in a flash, but it wasn't enough to pull him along. He flew out of the ring in a high arc and had enough self-control not to slow down his flight by flying, because otherwise his father would certainly have made another remark. He landed face down in the ground and stood up, a little trembling. “How did you do that?” In amazement, he forgot his pain and the fact that he had lost. Krellin came out of the ring. "I had good martial arts lessons!" he smiled and crouched down next to Trunks. "All right? I didn't mean to hit you so hard!" Trunks scowled at him, but there was no arrogance or mockery to be seen on Krellin and he shook his hand. "Alright! Thanks!" Krellin went back to C18 and Marron, who hugged him and each gave him a kiss. Vegeta, on the other hand, looked pretty angry. " What was that ?" he hissed at his son, but he got an answer from someone else."Stop it! That was probably unfair! And save yourself your smart speeches!" Bulma, who came rushing over to clean up Trunks, gave Vegeta an appropriate look. “Come on, my sparrow!” Trunks, who resisted this treatment, looked uncertainly at the others, but they deliberately did not look at him. SonGoku ate a skewer again and SonGohan and SonGoten whispered to Videl. Only Piccolo looked at him. Trunks looked back. The Namecian didn't change his gaze. "I hate to interfere, but I really couldn't do it, Vegeta!" he then said aloud, without taking his eyes off Trunks. "Even if Trunks is a Saiyan, he just isn't fast enough without the right training!" Vegeta growled at Piccolo. "Then don't interfere! It doesn't matter! He is able to win!" SonGohan got up before the situation escalated and went into the ring. " Who wants ?" asked he. "I!" shouted the hitherto silent Tenchinhan and stood up. " Nice !"SonGohan took off his boots. Tenchinhan came into the ring and threw off his cloak with an elegant jerk. Likewise his shirt and his sandals." Manno man! SonGohan was amazed, because Tenchinhan was a bit more muscular and somehow more stocky than before. He exuded great strength and serenity almost completely disappeared from SonGohan's face. "Let's start! " " I Agree ! "They went into exactly the same starting position as Trunks and Krellin just now. They watched each other closely and did not move. In the meantime even Chichi and Bulma had sat down and the tension increased. Vegeta growled a bit, but he left Trunks next to him sit and that was something. Everyone looked into the small ring. "Let's see who is better!" murmured Muten Roshi. "SonGohan will definitely win!" said SonGoten to his father."Wait!" said the skewer between two bites. "You can do the SonGohan!" Videl called and sat down next to SonGoku. “Can I get something too?” Tenchinhan, who was looking at SonGohan through his V-shaped hands, was the first to break the silence. " And off !"




"Eat! Anyway what SonGoku left over!" said Chichi and gave her husband a dirty look. “Hey, it's not my fault!” SonGoku rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "It never changes!" laughed Yamcha and piled itself neatly on his plate. "Excellent!" he called to the women. "At least one who can behave!" Bulma was happy and looked over at Vegeta, but he was talking to Trunks. "Strange both of them! He doesn't seem angry with him anymore!" She sighed. Vegeta has been unusual a lot lately. "And here for you!" said Krellin and put a fried tomato into Marron's mouth. "Krellin, she will get burned!" objects C18, but Marron turned to her mother and laughed as her tomato juice ran down her face.C18 sighed now too. "That was a good idea! It's really cozy here!" said Tenchinhan and sat down comfortably. "Man, how do I miss the old days!" "You say it!" said SonGoku. Piccolo, who was sipping water a little to one side, snorted softly. "How you can find these times pleasant!" he growled. "Back then the earth was always in danger!" SonGohan looked at his father. He was still a child, but he remembered too. " What !" said SonGoku. He had that glow in his eyes again, like in a real fight. "That was exciting! And it turned out well!" He put his hand on SonGoten's head. Vegeta said nothing and looked away. Chichi and Bulma looked at each other and shook their heads. "Ouch! Not Videl!" SonGohan leaned away from her because she had touched the bump on his head where Tenchinhan had hit him. "Oops!" he said then, because everyone was looking at her. " Pay attention !" he whispered nervously to Videl.She looked angry, but said nothing more. She would get hold of him later. SonGoku grinned and turned to Tenchinhan. "That was a really good step! Where did you learn these new techniques from? With the monks?" "I taught myself that!" said Tenchinhan shyly. “What?” Krellin almost got up. "That doesn't exist! Great! You really have what it takes! Just invent a new movement technology!" "I think so too!" said Yamcha. “Will you show them to me sometime?” “Sure! But we need time for that. It's not that easy.” The group was silent and concentrated on eating. But after a while SonGoten and Trunks got up and left. They wandered along the beach. "Tell me, was it bad?" asked Trunks. SonGoten said no. "Alright. You don't always win!" Trunks frowned. "Funny to hear something like that from you. Shall we have a race? Who gets to the rock back there first?" " Oh yes ! "And the two ran like children who are finally allowed to go to play




“Good night!” “Yes, see you tomorrow!” The group split up and crept into their tents. It was late at night. Only Piccolo stayed and meditated by the campfire going out. He sensed the auras of everyone else and concentrated especially on Tenchinhan's, as he thought he'd noticed a change. From time to time his forehead twitched. Tenchinhan and Yamcha shared a tent with Muten Roshi and were not too happy about it. The old man had quite controlled himself for the evening, but the little booklets from him that were flying around were a bit annoying in the tent. "Woe to him drooling in his sleep! Then he can look at the radishes from below!" Yamcha growled softly. Tenchinhan smiled. He said nothing, but lay down in silence and fell asleep peacefully. In the next tent, SonGoten snuggled up to his father and was happy about the trip, because it was only the third outing that his father did with him.SonGoku noticed how much SonGoten snuggled up against him and smiled. "SonGoten?" "Yes Papa?" "You did well today! I don't know many adults who would have acted like this!" SonGoten blushed and fell silent. "Sleep now! Both of you!" said Chichi. “Are already quiet!” One tent further was no better. "Are you quiet now? I want to sleep!" growled Krellin and turned around. Marron giggled and snuggled up against her mother. But there was silence in the last tent. Vegeta, who had barely been persuaded to spend the night in the tent, lay wide awake and felt how Trunks next to him was tempted to keep a distance. The little one was lying between his parents and wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't want to touch Vegeta, but that could hardly be avoided in the tight spot. But suddenly Vegeta put his arm around him and pulled him close! Trunks held their breath and waited to see what would happen. But Vegeta said nothing. He smiled in the dark, for he had seen that Trunks had really been helpless and unhappy with his silence.And since it was dark, nobody saw it. He noticed how Trunks relaxed and closed his eyes too. Besides Piccolo, SonGohan and Videl were outside, but they sat on a rock by the sea and were busy with other things than sleeping. Videl was a bit annoyed because she had to explain how to pitch a tent to the Z-fighters and in the end had to do almost everything on her own. She would sleep by the fire, and so SonGohan had stayed with her too. A bit away by the campfire, Piccolo felt the energy between the two and smiled imperceptibly. "People are strange!" he thought. "So weak in some things and yet so strong in others!"




“Fiuit! Fiuit!” Yikatom listened to the birds singing and tried to spot the animal. But it was very easy to hide in the ruins. Yikatom crept quietly around the rubble, climbed over walls and tried to get closer to the sound. but suddenly there was a rustling and then it became quiet.Yikatom quickly climbed an old pillar and saw a point disappear on the horizon. " Damn !" he thought. He hadn't been able to watch the bird the fourth time either. In the past few days, it constantly brought the creature out of its sleep. Yikatom jumped off the pillar and landed neatly on the floor. His appearance was deceptive, because he was still young and the training was still present. But a stranger would have thought he was old and weak. His black hair was streaked with white and his face was wrinkled. But on closer inspection, the wrinkles turned out to be scars and welts in the skin. And the muscles on his arms and legs were still agile and tough. Yikatom had fought a lot. Only his tattoos remained untouched, as if by a whim of fate. The black lines ran from temple to temple over the bridge of the nose and under the eyes. They gave him an exotic look, the deep black lines and curlicues stood out clearly against his olive skin.Yikatom wiped the sweat from his forehead and went back to his bed. In the meantime a few more weeks had passed and Yikatom noticed that something like summer was beginning here, because it was getting warmer and animals and plants made themselves felt. His camp had meanwhile been moved to a ruin, because it was very cool there and at night he could warm himself with a fire because the wind did not reach him there. Yikatom leaned against one of the cold stone walls and bent his knees.