Bounty Part 4 by SSJTrunksFan




I'm sorry it took so long. My computer had a problem with Word that prevented me from accessing documents. But then I managed to do it again. And therefore: Here is part 4. This part is a little more about the relationship between Trunks and Kyoko. I hope you don't mind that much. I'm just into love stories. DBZ is ideal because they always leave something out.




Trunks quickly regained his composure despite his astonishment. "Well, uh, may I introduce you ..." he said to his perplexed friends. "This is Kyoko. She's going to my class. We're friends."


Bulma cried out enthusiastically. "I thought you'd never fall in love. Thank god you're normal."


"Aaach, I have nothing to do with that," said Dende modestly. Kyoko turned around.


"What? I just misheard myself, I think."

Dende tried to answer, but Piccolo put his hand over his mouth.


"It doesn't matter that much. He was just about to bid you welcome."


"That's nice. Thank you very much. It's really wonderful here."


Turning to Trunks, she asked: "Are these Namekians?"


“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?” Trunks understood less and less. She flew, she knew Namekians, and what was next?


"Oh, right, I promised you explanations. Better sit down, it can take a while."


Everyone sat around Kyoko and she started to tell everything.


"A few thousand years ago my ancestors began to occupy themselves with what the mind can do besides thinking. For generations they made experiments and came to the startling view that a superior mind can use its unused brain currents for other purposes ... "


Kyoko told of how her ancestors had first cast spells, used telekinesis and telepathy, how they passed these skills on to their children and how the children finally mastered these skills from birth.Of course, these people had finally learned to fly with the help of the spirit. And they were not satisfied with seeing the earth from different angles, but had also looked for other races in space, since their telepathic eyes easily overcame distances such as those between planets. That was how they had come across Saiyajins and Namekians and many other aliens. They had written down all of their findings in a book in order to preserve the knowledge for future generations. This book was now owned by Kyoko, the last descendant of the Funakis. The first few pages were written in an incomprehensible language. It had taken Kyoko a long time to translate the ancient scriptures, but in the end the secrets of her ancestors had been revealed to her. Through constant practice, Kyoko was now more advanced than her ancestors in practice, but the theory of magic and magic was still very foreign to her.


"That's why I need my book so badly.It says how to create new spells. Without my book, I'm as good as lost, "concluded Kyoko. She looked around. Everyone had listened to her attentively, but the questions piled up.


"Do you know what happened to the wizard? I can no longer feel his energy, just like the others," Gohan asked.


Kyoko became restless. Now she got to the uncomfortable part of her story. The more recent part of her story. The part of her story that she had actually wanted to suppress. She took heart and took a deep breath. Then she told the others about Master's end.


Trunks couldn't believe it. "I never thought you could do that."


That too, thought Kyoko. Now he thinks I'm a cold-blooded murderer.


And yet I was just scared. Fear for my life, for my friends he might find, fear for the people he would torture when he was done with me. A few tears appeared in the corner of Kyoko's eyes.

Trunks realized that he had said something wrong. "E-sorry, Kyoko, I didn't mean to say that I think that's bad. I admire you for keeping your head so clear and for being able to free yourself. I'm really sorry."


Kyoko's tears began to flow faster and faster. Goten showed Trunks with a few indignant gestures that he should take her in his arms and comfort her.


Trunks took Kyoko awkwardly and apologized again. Kyoko looked at him with eyes glittering with tears.


"It's okay. II overreacted. I'm usually not that sensitive, but you didn't see him. The way he looked at me before he died with that surprised look and those wide eyes. And then all that blood I didn't want that! I just didn't want to be scared anymore! I wanted to be free again. Just get away, you know? "Trunks understood. He knew what it felt like to kill the first time.He had hated himself afterwards, even though he had known perfectly well that everything was as it should be. He was glad Kyoko felt the same way. He wasn't the only one who didn't enjoy killing. Kyoko clung to Trunks. She was enjoying the moment. She liked the way he felt and the way he tried to get close to her. Suddenly Kyoko wished the moment would never end.


But Bulma screamed again: "Is that sweet! Finally Trunks has a girlfriend. I'm so proud of you, my son."


Trunks let go of Kyoko suddenly and turned bright red. "We're not together, Mum. Stop talking nonsense."


Bulma looked disappointed. "What a shame. I was so hoping that you would finally distance yourself a little from the nature of your father."


"What do you mean, Bulma?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.


"Only that I think it's good if Trunks starts to be interested in girls a little earlier than you," Bulma replied, almost defiantly.Trunks had always admired his mother for defying Vegeta. He had never dared to contradict his father himself. He wanted to be a son that Vegeta could be proud of. He was a little jealous of Bra. Bra was his father's favorite. But that was probably because there wasn't this competitive relationship with her. Vegeta was always very careful that his son did not get stronger than himself. Therefore, he viewed all the progress of Trunks with great suspicion. There was never any praise, only a venomous look when Vegeta said to himself that Trunks was no stronger than him.


Bra and Pan started crying. You were bored. "We want to watch TV!" Bra howled at her worried papa. Meanwhile, Pan sprinkled tears on Videl and Gohan's shirts.


“What should we do?” At a loss, Bulma, Gohan, Videl and Vegeta looked for something to do for their daughters. Dende reassured the parents. "Popo, go get the TV."

Popo came back to the palace courtyard with an old but obviously working television set. Meanwhile, the tears continued to flow like waterfalls.


"Dende! How long have you had a television?" Piccolo seemed horrified. Such a low media element with a god?


Dende's green face turned red. "You have no idea how boring it can be here sometimes. Piccolo is not exactly talkative and you hardly ever visit me. Should I read all the time?"


"Well, it doesn't matter," Vegeta growled impatiently. "If you don't want me to drown, you should turn that stupid thing on."


Dende pressed a green button. It crackled, then the television showed a picture. It was even colored, although the thing looked like it belonged in a museum (which it probably did).


Pan and Bra fought their way out of their parents' hugs and sat in front of the screen.Marron joined them laughing. The adults turned to serious subjects such as katra.


Suddenly all three girls started crying again.


"Switch off. We don't want to see an ugly man! We want cartoons!" They yelled in unison.


Trunks turned to his little sister and froze. The man on the screen was Katra!


"It doesn't exist! What is he doing on TV?"


"We'll hear that in a moment if you shut up," said Vegeta irritably. Trunks closed his mouth again.


Katra turned around on the screen and yelled at someone to stop squeaking.


“I want to say something, so shut up, Earthling!” Katra turned back to the camera. "My name is Katra. I am a bounty hunter by trade and have a job to do here on earth. That means: I am looking for someone. I will use the magician Ba ​​... bi ... uh , well, stop this wizard with his demon and destroy a city every hour until these guys are handed over to me or someone gives me a tip that leads me to find them.

Two are boys. So one of them has gray hair with a weird haircut, the other has black messy hair. Both of them are pretty young, very strong, and fast (you think because you've never seen anything really fast and strong). They'll likely be together when you find them. The third person is a girl with long brown hair that she has tied in a ponytail. She is the age of the boys and likes to do magic. By the way, all three go to the OrangeStarHighSchool in SatanCity. And, lastly, a man named Goku. He's faster and stronger than the others, has messy black hair, and lives around here somewhere. You will find it, I am sure of that. I'll see you in an hour at the latest. In case you have something to say to me, my ship is moored in the desert right in front of this little underdeveloped village called SatanCity. "Katra left the Z-TV broadcasting room with a nasty grin.

"What a pig!", Goku was freaking out. "These guys keep coming and killing innocent people. I wish they'd get down to the essentials."


"We can bring everyone back to life," Gohan reassured his father. "Then he will see what it has done to make us angry. He can experience something."


"I wonder why he's so eager to find me. I haven't done anything to him," said Kyoko.


Kuririn shrugged. "Maybe the master was closer to him than it looked. Or he wants revenge for his spaceship. With such crazy guys it usually doesn't make any sense to worry about what they're doing."


"I think he just wants to end our fight. After all, he didn't beat us. I would want to do that too," said Goten. "I