What happened in the last chapter: Trunks' class takes a trip to the museum. As he and Shiori wait outside for their classmates, several police cars drive past. A gang of criminals robbed a bank branch and took a hostage. Before Trunks can intervene, a mysterious fighter appears.






Chapter 04: Dangerous opponents (or: Trunks, you clumsy!)




Trunks slowly trotted back to Shiori, who had been waiting excitedly for him in front of the museum. He himself only had this mysterious fighter in his head. What does she want on earth? Why is she doing so mysteriously? She was surrounded by a strangely familiar aura. How did he know this? Where had he felt her before? Now he was sure that trouble would come his way.


The girl ran up to the young half-Sai Yajin and asked, interested: "What was going on back there? Where have you been? The others are sure to come soon and then you would have been in huge trouble."" Don't worry! I have to go home, let the teacher know that I'm already gone! It's important, "with these words the boy sprinted off.


Trunks ran as fast as he could into the next side street, looked around, and took off. A few minutes later he landed in front of the Briefs family home. As soon as the boy had unlocked the door, he was greeted with a "TRUNKS!" received by his father. Which suggested that he should follow him.


Both walked silently side by side. The endless corridors of Capsule Corp. just seemed to go on forever. Silence was the only thing that could be heard. After seemingly eternal minutes, they finally stopped in front of the G-room. Trunks guessed why his father was so mysterious, why no one should find out about the upcoming conversation.


Vegeta opened the door and instructed the young half-Saiyajin to enter. This followed without words. Now father and son stood in the middle of the training room, opposite each other, after Vegeta had closed the door again.They looked past each other with empty eyes. Again there was an icy silence until the Saiyan finally broke it: “Today I felt this strange aura again.” He paused for a moment. "Incidentally, I have located your ki very close to this mysterious force. What happened today?" Trunks was still looking quietly into the void of the room. How was he supposed to tell his father about this experience today when he himself had little idea what was going on? How was he supposed to tell him about this mysterious fighter he knew nothing about? An admonishing grumble from his counterpart brought him back to reality. As if he had woken up from a trance, he shook off the rest of the confusing thoughts and decided to describe his story as it had experienced for itself: "You surely know that my class went on a trip to the museum today?" Vegeta nodded silently and left his son continued: "Shiori, a new classmate, and I were kicked out of the museum for making fun of an exhibition by Mr. Satan.“The Saiyajin smiled briefly.” Outside, a lot of police cars drove past us and I ran after to see. A bank was robbed by some gangsters. Of course I wanted to intervene, but couldn't get around to it. All of a sudden, a shadowy figure slipped out and killed these guys. She was damn quick. I believe that only I could really see what had happened. When she wanted to disappear, I ran after until I could stand the creature in an alley. Or better: it turned me on. "Vegeta raised an eyebrow in surprise, then Trunks continued:" I could see that we were dealing with a female being, but unfortunately her face was covered by the shadow. She said that the earth is likely to be drawn into fighting soon. But I can't say whether she will be our opponent or help us. "


After Trunks had uttered the last sentence, there was that icy silence again.The boy looked expectantly at his father. Did he now know how to approach this fact?


The Saiyan looked around broodingly. * Bulma could do another inspection. *, it shot through his head unconsciously, then Vegeta turned to Trunks: "Keep paying attention and inform me if anything happens! Don't forget: not a word to those who haven't heard of it yet!" The boy nodded and left again towards the exit.


His father followed him and they made their way to the kitchen, where the other family members were already waiting to eat. A slight growl of the stomach could be clearly heard from both of them. With a questioning look, Bulma looked at the two stragglers who were just taking their seats. Without giving an answer, they ate (or rather ate) their fill before father and son disappeared back into the G-room.




Both of them spent the rest of the afternoon with their training, which Trunks even did voluntarily today.In the evening they snuck into the kitchen and each of them ate a magic bean so that the injuries they had suffered from the fight healed as quickly as possible. These included numerous bruises, abrasions, bruises, broken ribs and other bones, and the warm blood that still pulsed in their veins and carried the adrenaline simply oozed out of their hardened bodies in several places.


After all the wounds, both outside and inside her body, had disappeared, Trunks went to wash himself and then to his bed. Vegeta also allowed himself a refreshing shower to finally recover from the effects of the hard fight that had just raged between father and son. Then he quietly crept into his and Bulma's bedroom. Vegeta carefully lay down in the large double bed to prevent the petite figure next to him from waking up.But she continued to sleep peacefully and, out of reflex, snuggled close to her husband's warm body. (I would love to be in Bulma's place! ^^ * drooling *)




The next morning passed for all family members as they were used to. Bulma threw her son, who was again too late, out of his soft bed. Then the Saiyajin, as well as the two half-Saiyajin of the house of Briefs, devoured half of the food supplies. Mr. and Mrs. Briefs (Bulma's parents) got up earlier. Bulma's mother really wanted to take care of her plants first and her father was busy on a project in the laboratory. Bulma himself had to hurry to get at least some more coffee. In general, it was a morning like any other. Looking at it, nobody could have guessed what had happened the day before.


Trunks got up hastily and started to make his way to school, while his mother put on a puzzled look.As soon as the boy was out of the house, he was already taking off into the air. He landed a few streets back from the school and immediately ran at a human pace. Since that involuntary encounter with Shiori the day before, he had decided to be more careful. Nobody knew that he could fly and he planned to leave it that way.


Shortly before the entrance gate he recognized a black-haired person who came running towards him. That was definitely Shiori, who was racing towards the entrance in a hurry. Apparently she was late too. The boy stopped and waited for the girl. He greeted her in a friendly manner, but Shiori only briefly raised his hand and warned him: "The teacher was pissed off with you. If you meet him, you can be prepared for something. Why did you just disappear like that?"


Trunks didn't reply, just shrugged his shoulders briefly. Suddenly the school bell rang, it rang for class.The two students looked at each other in surprise, then ran off at the same time, as agreed. After a few minutes they finally reached the classroom. Shiori knocked cautiously. After a piercing, angry ´Yes`, first she and then Trunks entered the room. The girl began to speak slowly: "I want to apologize for my delay. I'm sorry." With a scrutinizing look, the teacher instructed her to sit down.


Then he turned to Trunks and asked him what excuse he had for this time. The boy scratched his head slightly embarrassed and finally said: "Uh ... you know ... well ... haha ​​... that's so ... uh ... my little sister ate my homework .. . and uh ... of course I had to do it again ... hihi ... this morning. "(-_-;` `)


When the teacher heard this excuse, he might have fallen over had he not been sitting. The rest of the class started laughing, only Shiori looked around in shock.Meanwhile the young half-Saiyajin crept to his place. When the girl looked at him questioningly, he whispered in her ear: "Something like that works better than any excuse. The old man is now busy reassuring the others and, moreover, he completely forgets my delay. Good, eh?" A small drop of sweat crept down Shiori's right cheek. The people here were really very strange. Unbelievable!




Lessons could finally begin after more than a quarter of an hour. The evaluation of yesterday's excursion to the museum was on the agenda. Trunks lay bored in his seat, pen in mouth. Suddenly something hit him like lightning. It couldn't be. That strong aura ... but it didn't belong to the girl he met the previous day. No, but somehow known anyway. Wait ... a few days ago, when they first noticed the girl's strange power, there was another aura nearby that she must have fought against.Not only Trunks and his father could feel it at the time, Goku, Gohan and Goten had also felt it. Gohan had called himself and asked if they had noticed.


In a different way, however, as with the girl, the boy could clearly feel that the force he was currently hearing was of evil origin. He had to do something. This being, which had just appeared somewhere in the city, meant a great danger for the people.


Trunks nervously tried to find a way to get out of class. Then something occurred to him, the boy got up and shouted: "I really need to go to the toilet!" ... Wait a minute ... what was that? Since when did he have such a high voice? He glanced next to him for a moment, and Shiori was also there. She had just spoken his question, this girl just stole HIS excuse. What should he do