It was saturday. Bulma stood in the kitchen and prepared breakfast, while Vegeta trained like every morning in the gravity room.


Trunks slept calmly in his room. The rays of the sun that penetrated through the open window warmed his back.


In a dream he was lying on a summer meadow. Next to him, a very pretty young girl. She was lying on her stomach, her head turned to one side so that he could see into her beautiful face. She was sleeping. Trunks looked at her slim body. She wore a short dress made of gauzy silk in the most beautiful colors of summer that exposed her delicate back.


Trunks moved closer to her and leaned over her a little. He kissed her shoulders gently, then her neck.


She opened her eyes sleepily and slowly turned to him. He carefully brushed a strand of blonde hair back from her face. She looked at him expectantly. He leaned down to her and ...

"TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNKS !!!"


Startled, Trunks straightened up, awakened by the screaming voice of his mother, who immediately entered the room with angry eyes. Trunks just wished he could go back to sleep quickly and end this wonderful dream, but he could probably forget that now.


"Get up, you lazy!" Said Bulma angrily. "You have to do a few more purchases."


"Why do I have to ..." he wanted to contradict, but Bulma got ahead of him.


"Don't argue! Your father won't let himself be dissuaded from his stupid training anyway and I've got to do in the kitchen. Besides that, you can also make yourself useful."


"All right."


Reluctantly, Trunks got dressed, had a short breakfast, took the shopping list Bulma had written for him and took off.




There was a market in town, a big bazaar with vegetables, fruits, flowers and all sorts of odds and ends.

Trunks walked between the stalls, his face darkened, looking for rice and paprika.


'Why do I have to serve again? Father could help out too. And where can I get peppers from, please? '


In the next moment, Trunks was suddenly torn from his thoughts. A scream, a thud, and he found himself on the floor.


"Damn who ..." he was about to start swearing, but then he realized who he had bumped into. A young girl - it must be about his age, maybe a little younger - was not far from him, holding her aching head.


With her other hand she held a small bundle of linen tightly, as if she were afraid someone would take it away from her.


Before Trunks could even react, he heard an angry male voice from the direction from which the girl had come.


"Hold her! She stole rice from me! That filthy bitch!"

The girl was frightened. Panicked, she tried to straighten up, but Trunks saw that her knees were bleeding profusely.


He didn't really know what to do. Should he help the girl? If she really stole something, it was her problem, wasn't it?


Then the angry rice trader rushed up to them and stopped short in front of them.


"You got that out of it, you little thief," he yelled at the girl without paying any attention to Trunks.


He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her up so that she was standing in front of him.


She tried convulsively to keep herself on her feet, still clutching the bundle that contained the stolen rice.


"Sir," she said desperately, "I ... I need the rice, please ..."


But before she could say more, the rice trader gave her a resounding slap in the face.


Again she fell to the ground, with the sack of rice from her hand a lot.


With both hands on the ground, she straightened up so that she could look the trader in the face.

Her previously helpless look had now turned into a mixture of fear and abysmal hatred.


"Now don't look so stupid!", The man whispered to "If you don't want to hear, you have to feel" and wanted to start a second blow.


The girl winced and hid her face protectively behind her hands.


Trunks, who had observed the whole scenario from the ground, could no longer watch it. With presence of mind, he jumped up and grabbed the trader's arm, which was reaching out to strike.


"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" He shouted, "Let go of me, little boy, or you'll catch a beating too!"


Trunks didn't listen to what the man said. "If you hurt her again," he said threateningly.


"What then, huh?" The man scoffed. "What do you want then ..."


He got no further, because Trunks pulled harder on his arm (and that hurt like hell).


"Then I'll kill you!", Trunks finished his sentence and shoved the dealer aside.

He looked at the place where the girl had been and found that she had disappeared. She had taken the bundle of rice with her.




Trunks flew home completely lost in thought, where Bulma was already waiting for him.


"Where have you been, Trunks? Did you get everything that was on the list?"


“What?” Trunks looked up. He had completely forgotten why he had flown into town in the first place.


"What?", He asked again "No ... no, I haven't."


"What's the matter with you?", Bulma asked worriedly "Are you sick? You're talking really crazy stuff."


Trunks didn't hear her at all. He walked past her without comment, up into his room and sat down on his bed, exhausted.


That girl. He just couldn't get it out of his head. He felt so sorry for her, even if she was a thief.


The rice seller must have been mad. How could he have hit something so fragile?

Trunks sat and stared at the wall, which stared back blankly.


'At least she could have said' thank you ',' he thought, 'instead of just running away. I would love to know who she is. '