I know the part is a bit short, but go on if you want, (and if I can think of something O_o)






"SON-GOTEN! TRUNKS!"


The two boys winced. Slowly, and slowing down, they turned around.


"AH!" shouted Son-Goten briefly, whereupon he clapped his mouth with his hand.


"M..Mi..Mija! Kass ... ssaki!" Trunks stammered in shock.


The SaiyaJins were paralyzed and nervous at the end. What else could they say now? A row of seats in the cinema behind them sat the two surprising appointments, which they had pushed off in a somewhat "strange" way. Trunks and Goths looked at each other nervously, a good excuse would have come in handy now.


"What is yours doing here?" Mija asked a bit naively, or rather stupidly.


"We, we, ... wanted ..." stuttered Son-Goten but was interrupted by Trunks.


"Son-Goths, that's Mija and Kasaki!" Trunks explained as if they were seeing each other for the first time.

"Huh?" asked Goten.


But before he could say anything, Trunks covered his mouth and grinned embarrassedly at the girls. Then Trunks turned back a little further and whispered:


"Son-Goten's seizure has surprisingly improved, but now he doesn't remember what it was earlier. That's the case with these ... these ... antipeptic seizures!" Trunks paused. "Well, in any case, in such situations you better not do anything that could upset him. If I had told him that he had a seizure before you, he would have been so ashamed. He is very sensitive, you should know."


"Oh, we understand that!" said Kasaki understandingly. She spoke a little more quietly so that they couldn't hear the rest of the audience.


"Say Trunks." said Goten suddenly.


"Yes, Son-Goths?" Trunks asked slowly, as if talking to a small child.


As soon as he turned around, Son-Goten grabbed him and whispered angrily:

"What's the nonsense ??? Bad enough that I have to mark the madman here, what did you tell them ??"


"That you can't remember anything." Trunks whispered back.


"Oh, and they believe that?" asked Goten incredulously. The boys turned and looked at Mija and Kasaki. For a moment they were both silent and doubtful.


"Of course they believe that." admitted Goten.


"Of course they believe that. They are stupid as bread." explained Trunks. "Just play along. I can think of something else." he added.


"Yeah, you can always think of something." said Son-Goten grumpily, and sat deep in his chair with crossed arms, pouting.


15 minutes passed without anything exciting happening. Trunks and Son-Goten had been more relieved than ever in those 15 minutes, but of course it didn't stop with these peaceful minutes.


During the film, Goten had to sneeze.


"Trunks do you have a handkerchief?" asked Son-Goten.

"Son-Goths?" suddenly a girl's voice whispered behind him.


"Um ... Yeah?" He turned and grinned sheepishly.


"Such films always take me with them." Kasaki said in a tearful voice and handed him a pink handkerchief that smelled of perfume.


The boy glanced sideways at the screen for a moment. The murderer was just after a pretty girl with an ax, who, as so often in such films, fell on a forest path.


'To howl ...' thought Son-Goten, but by that he was definitely not referring to the film.




To be continued, as always if desired ...