Sorry, it took longer, but I was in bed that week with severe angina. And now no long preambles, let's go:




What happened in the last chapter: Shiori, a new classmate of Trunks, turns all the boys, except (half) Saiyajin (* g *), the head. She is also pretty and seems very intelligent. Maybe she could seriously compete with Trunks.






Chapter 3: Mysterious fighter (or: NO, not yet sone crazy!)




Trunks hastily left the huge Capsule Corp. estate. , the toast still in your mouth. Without further hesitation, he lifted off the ground and flew towards the museum, where the meeting point for his class should be. In the kitchen Bulma was still mumbling to herself: "He's in a hurry. Ts, no wonder, he is sleeping all the time." She poured some coffee into her cup and then looked at the table where her family was eating their breakfast. The woman sighed and sat down with the others again.



* Very good not to see anyone! * Trunks started to land in a narrow alley. He hit the ground gently. Then he turned around and what, or rather who he saw, left him speechless. In front of him stood this new classmate, Shiori, with her back turned to him. The boy swallowed hard. What would happen when she saw him? How would she react? She certainly wouldn't have gotten off without a shock. How could he explain to her why he can fly? What would happen to him? She would certainly not be able to keep silent, she was a girl after all. (To all the boys who read this - but have doubts that they read this: I deny this accusation, you men can talk at least as much * speaks from experience * and we can keep secrets to ourselves! ^^)


Trunks was slowly panicking. He looked again at the girl who was still standing with her back to him. *That's impossible!* Only now did the boy see that Shiori was just standing still, not making a sound. Eyes closed, breathing shallow. What did she have? Was she lost in thought the whole time? That was the salvation!


In order to recover from this shock, the half-Saiyajin decided to play a prank on the girl himself. He crept cautiously towards her. Trunks leaned over to her and his lips almost touched her ear when he whispered to Shiori in a whispering voice: "You seem to like to squeeze around dark alleys."


The girl started. She turned around in a flash and leapt backwards. There she went into a fighting stance, in which she finally paused and glared at her opponent. Trunks raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected this reaction at all. He had expected a scream or something like that, but not that. Shiori had moved so fast that the normal human eye would hardly have noticed.Now she was standing in front of him, motionless, no reaction, except ... something flashed in her eyes again. What about lust for battle? Did she want to fight him? Her delicate body was tense to the extreme. Every muscle, every tendon stretched to the point of tearing. Ready to rush forward at any moment to attack the young half-saiyajin and withstand an attack himself. Their defense was complete. What kind of girl was that? (I know who else? 1 *) She had a good ability to react, there was no doubt about it. Maybe she knew something about martial arts.


With her eyes she followed every movement of her counterpart. Still recognizable in it with the spirit of battle. At the same moment, however, her eyes changed again. Your body relaxed, muscles and tendons became curled. She loosely stood up in front of Trunks again and gave him a piercing look. The action had lasted only a few seconds, but to the boy it seemed like an eternity.

"Don't you ever dare to sneak up on me again. You might regret it!" She hissed. She spoke each word slowly again so that Trunks understood everything. Suddenly she turned around with such a swing that some of her hair hit the boy in the face. With her head held high she went out of the alley to the meeting point.


* That expression .... was that about? Could it be that I hurt your pride with my action? * Trunks was desperate, he had just wanted to play a prank on her. Who could have guessed that she would react like his father to such jokes? .... His father? That was it! That's why the look on his face seemed so familiar. Vegeta sometimes had that look in her eyes. So much pride when he got hurt was extremely dangerous. A fighter with injured pride was unpredictable. He knew that, because even Trunks had that feeling sometimes. It is slumbering in every fighter, sometimes more and sometimes less pronounced.

The young half-Saiyajin looked absently at his watch. Already 8.30 a.m.! No, no, no, that couldn't be true! Now he would be late again. The meeting was scheduled for a quarter by the museum. A quarter of an hour too late! Had he been standing here for that long? That would cause trouble again. Detention and a parental letter were certain. Bulma would give him room arrest again, which meant more training sessions with his father. Trunks sighed in agony and ran as fast as possible.




"Where is the kid again? The boy can look forward to detention for at least a month. Maybe I should send his mother a written notification about the behavior of her son again," the teacher slowly despaired. The other students were getting impatient. He couldn't hold out much longer.


There ... a person came running over there back there. She had purple hair, it had to be him.Finally we can start. Annoyed, the teacher stepped up to the straggler: "Where have you been Mr. Briefs for so long? Believe me, it will have consequences!" Trunks apologized and then moved to a corner, thoughtfully, arms crossed over his chest. (* g * who does that remind you of?)


Now the teacher spoke up again. The students should come together in groups of two. The teacher assigned his partner, namely Shiori, to be the leader of the young half-Saiyajin. With the thought * That can be cheerful * the two students dragged themselves through the endless corridors of the museum.




A few hours later, Trunks and Shiori were walking exhausted next to each other. "Where else do we have to go?" Asked the girl, a little annoyed. The person opposite thought briefly and then pointed down the corridor: "Just go to the showroom over there and we're done."


They walked on in silence. Nobody dared utter a sound. There was an oppressive silence in the air.The girl had her gaze fixed on the floor while Trunks stared forward. They had barely exchanged a word in the past few hours. Each inaccessible to the other, mute and mysterious.


Trunks slowly dared to look to the side. Those eyes, thoughtful and ... sad? Why did she look so sad? Was she so bothered walking around here with him? What was going on in this girl? Sometimes you had to be careful that she didn't kill everyone who got too close to her and sometimes she looked so sad, so innocent and gentle. Who was she anyway? Her aura was also hard to read. Mysteriously, like a veil, it enveloped her delicate body. Like protection from the outside


He hid her true self from influences. Who was this girl?


Shiori felt the gaze of her counterpart. Why was he looking at her so strangely? Maybe he could sense who she was, trying to hide her true self.Who was this boy His aura was strong, stronger than any other human. But he too tried to hide a secret. Maybe they were similar in some way. Maybe he could understand her. At some point she had to trust someone and maybe, yes maybe, he could even help her. She couldn't run away from her problems for ever.




The two finally got to the last exhibition room. Poor Trunks had to suppress his laughter and almost choked on it. He coughed hard and looked around again. There was an exhibition about Mr. Satan in this room. The documentary film from the fight against Cell, the replica (^^), could be viewed, personal items such as tracksuits, shoes and ... his underpants.


*I do not believe it! Who wants to see that? * Trunks thought in shock.


Shiori's otherwise mysterious facial features also slipped away. Her new expression changed constantly now.From amazement, shock and even a fit of laughter, which she tried to hold back, everything was included. How could you exhibit something like that? And most people seemed to like it too.


At the same time, the two students turned their heads to each other. When they looked in the face, it happened ... they laughed out loud. Trunks, laughing half dead, looked a little puzzled at Shiori: * So she can laugh too. In any case, it suits her better than this sad expression *




The visitors to the museum looked at the two students. Various scraps of words could be heard from the crowd: "Unheard of! How can you act like that in a museum!?!"; "This youth of today has no more respect for anything!"; "How dare they blaspheme the savior of mankind like that?"


The crowd looked in shock at the boy with the purple hair and the girl with the black hair who could hardly stand on their feet with laughter.



A few minutes later they were thrown out of the big building by a museum attendant. With the words: "Don't come back until you've learned decency," he disappeared again.


The two so different youngsters were still snorting at each other until suddenly Shiori found her voice again: "Did you see that? How can this guy be so ridiculous?" "Don't know. He's always been like that. You are actually quite nice and pretty when you laugh. Maybe we started the whole thing wrong. I'm Trunks and I'm very sorry about this morning. ", the boy smiled at her and held out his hand to the girl. "Yes, maybe. I'm Shiori, happy to meet you and the apology is accepted." She smiled back and took his hand.




Suddenly there were shrill noises, Shiori and Trunks looked around in