knee-length light brown hair that usually fell loosely over her shoulders, like grass that sways leisurely to the beat of the wind in a light breeze.On that day she had tied her hair in a French braid ... Trunks had made a careful note of that because he had already made painful acquaintance with this braid ... Anyway, Naoko was Goten's maid that week.


"No idea, man. Nonsense," Trunks suggested and gave his friend a nudge in the direction of the girls' group. Goten would have flown almost lengthways, but caught himself without anyone noticing.


He saw her standing so close in front of him and really wanted to go to her ... she was so "beautiful"


... Suddenly he only saw the girl suddenly turn around and start screaming too loudly '?' shot Goten through the head 'What is she doing?' her braid had come up at the end and her hair was starting to fly around loosely because it was twisting so quickly.


Trunks had watched the scene and immediately started running. A guy had stolen her bag from Naoko and was on the run. Goten hadn't noticed 'I don't even want to know what he's been thinking about' Trunks thought and made a big leap forward."Stayed here, friend !!" he yelled and landed with both feet on the thief's back. "Uaaahhh!" he yelled as he was suddenly pushed forward by the additional weight. He landed lengthways on the hard floor and Trunks could hear the thud as his chin hit the concrete. Trunks leaned forward and formed a triumphant grin with his lips. "That's not the best way!" and he waved his index finger back and forth in front of the guy on his nose.


"Oh Trunks !!!!" echoed from behind the two. "Huh?" he asked himself and saw Naoko with shining eyes above him. She had put her hands together and adored him. "Uh ... I think it's yours," said the boy with the purple hair and handed the bag to its rightful owners. Instead of leaving the matter on its own, she hooked up with Trunks "You're soooo strong, Trunks. I think you're really cute, you know ... and I wanted to ask you if we could do something together can undertake, but I didn't dare and you know, as a young girl you can't get involved with everyone "she brushed a strand of hair from her face" but you Trunksi are not that kind of person ... you are so sincere and courteous .... "Trunks scratched his head and knew it was going to be a hell of a day.

Of course Trunks had got rid of the girl, firstly after exactly five minutes he had a terrible headache from her incessant babbling and secondly she was absolutely not his type, oh yes, thirdly, his best friend was keen on her. Unfortunately, Goten didn't appreciate the gesture. He even wanted to beat him up ... in the school yard, just a few minutes after he stole Goten's clenched fist right at Trunk's face. He tore open eyes and mouth, but was able to dodge at the last moment ... after not being able to place a single one of seven attempts on Trunk's face, he finally gave up. When he looked over his shoulder, Naoko looked at him in complete dismay, then she raised her hand and swung the palm of her hand back and forth towards her face. Goten fell from the clouds 'Now she thinks I'm crazy too ...'


Goten was mad at Trunks for three hours until she stepped on the scene: Aya Mitsuishi.Naoko was immediately forgotten and Goten had rediscovered love for himself.




Now...


It was Aya, too, with whom Goten would meet today, and since she has a friend, without whom she would not go away, she had to have a companion ... and that was Trunks.




Aya's friend Michyo was about the same caliber woman as Naoko, the whole time chattering without periods and commas ... Trunks rubbed his temples from time to time and suppressed a yawn here and there. The girl didn't even seem to notice ... she just kept babbling about her favorite fashion magazine, her new shoes and the new album of some boy band, from time to time Trunks nodded politely and took a lot of time to drink his Coke. Inwardly, he was just about to strangle Goten because he had given him this mess when he suddenly jumped from his chair and said goodbye to the girls. Trunks waved once and Goten had dragged him out of the ice cream parlor.

"Tell me what was that?" he asked, looking over at his friend. Goten gave him a startled look, "Tell me, are you deaf? My ears are bleeding from all that talk," he grimaced and cackled like a chicken. Trunks grinned, the imitation he had succeeded for once.






Sequel follows...