with a second piece of glass. So both warriors now have a glass spike with the blood mixture. By the way, we call that 'Karu' If you are in a rather hopeless position now, you throw your karu at your opponent.What happens then is difficult to describe. The enemy then doesn't just hit all of the energy reserves that the two warriors had at that time. Your opponent hits as much energy from yourself as you have in your top form. If the other warrior was weaker than you, the energy doubles. If it was stronger, the energies add up. Even if the other warrior is dead, that doesn't change anything, because his blood can't know that, so to speak. Got it? "Trunks first looked at the wall, thinking concentrated, then nodded." Yes, I think so. And when the karu hits the enemy, it is as if the two warriors had thrown a ball of energy at him. " "Exactly. "" Who was your Karu from? "" That was from my father and me. I have another one from Nappa, Raddiz and someone else you don't know. "" So you can have several at the same time? " "Clear. But it is very risky because the partner can use it against you too.And since Saiyajins do not trust each other, these procedures are very rare. "" Can't we do that too? So that I have a secret weapon in an emergency, just like you? "Vegeta looked at him. " As far as I'm concerned. “He went into his room and got two empty carousels.“ But you can only do that once, and after that we have 5 carousels, me 4 and you one. Because there are no other strong warriors at the moment, so don't use him lightly. It is only for the n o t f a l l !! "" All right. "Vegeta stepped up to him and pushed up the remaining scrap of his sleeve that was left after the fight. Then he took a knife from the drawer, cut open Trunks' forearm and caught the blood with the karu ...


"Then I'd better go upstairs and get changed. Mother will have a fit when she sees me like that. And the best thing to do is put the Karu in an inside pocket so that I always have it with me.Where do you always keep yours? "Vegeta reached under his sweater and pulled out a kind of medal that he had been wearing on a chain around his neck. On the back there were five small metal strips with which the carousels were securely attached. In the empty one, in which Vegeta had previously been Sen. - Vegeta jun. - Karu stuck, he pushed the new Karu. "Is that the prince chain?" Trunks asked. "Yes, it is. In the past, they and the karus were my most valuable possessions, so I always carried them together on my body. Unfortunately, I didn't have it with me in some tricky situations. And even during the fight with Spike, she was in the CC. Fortunately, I found her again the other day. But now it's pretty useless because it actually served as a mark of identification. If I die, you can have her, then you are the only prince. The only difference is that there are no longer any Saiyajins who have to recognize me as a prince. But the material was only available on Vegeta and even there it was much rarer than gold on earth.It's a memory of my homeland. " Trunks approached his father and looked seriously at his face . "But you have me. You can order me what you want. You are still a prince to me. And hopefully one who will live a long time before I become his successor. " He smiled. "Well, my loyal follower, then hurry to the kitchen, there is a pile of dirty dishes waiting for you. Trunks looked at him fondly. "Can't you help me? I can still feel the punch of this ruffian everywhere and I can hardly raise my arm." * Pityingly looking at him * Vegeta looked at him searchingly.“Are you telling the truth too?” “I would never dare tell you the truth, my prince. Besides, can these eyes lie?” * Klimperklimper * They laughed and then went into the kitchen. When Bulma came home in the evening, the plates were shiny with cleanliness and she promised the two Saiyajins that she would prepare dinner immediately.




After brushing his teeth, Trunks went to his room and considered whether he should sleep in boxer shorts or pajamas. (It was summer.) While he was still brooding, he took off his T-shirt. The door opened and Vegeta came in. “What I wanted to ask: Who was this guy and why did you fight?” Trunks turned to the door and said “I have absolutely no bearing either. He just came out of nowhere and would have shot me without a word to say almost beaten to death if you hadn't come. Thanks, by the way. "" Hm, all right. It doesn't matter. Maybe he was an acquaintance of Spike, who wanted revenge or something."He turned and was about to leave when ..." I love you. "He turned around again and looked into his son's eyes. That had the same effect as always. He couldn't escape the charm of that innocent dog look that Trunks had on it." Hrm ... Me too, "he grumbled . Trunks beamed. "Good night!"


"Night". Vegeta went out, leaving a grinning Trunks. Except for Vegeta, of course, nobody knew that, for everyone else he was just as proud, strong, brave and fierce as his father was for everyone else.




Vegeta couldn't sleep. On the way to the stairs he passed his son's room. He opened the door quietly. He remembered that Yamcha had had him to himself for a full 17 years and he himself only had half a year. But it had been a great six months. During his imprisonment he had often thought of trunks. What had happened to him, what he was doing, whether his own flesh and blood were shown enough respect or whether he mutated into a wimp because nobody trained him. Before, when he did not know him, he had only seen something in his son whose sole purpose was to increase his fame, to prove his strength and which simply made it clear to others that he had inherited his strength from his father. He was jealous of Yamcha. Trunks had looked up to him the whole time, he had admired him, he had loved him.That must be deeper, somehow anchored in it. The figure on the bed stirred, tell him to. "Father ... what time is it? What's going on?" "Oh nothing. Tell me ... Who do you prefer, Yamcha or me? I mean ... did you love him then as much as me now?" Trunks , still quite sleepy, looked at him in astonishment. But this time he didn't laugh either. "I never loved him as much as you did. You are someone to look up to, to admire and respect. Nevertheless, you are not aloof to me, somehow I trust you unconditionally, I just feel safe around you. Yamcha was a washcloth to you. I resisted these thoughts, tried to convince myself that I respect him, but deep down I didn't care too much about him. But how do you come up with it now? "" I don't know. Are you serious? "" Of course, I'm absolutely sure that he could never really replace you."" Yes, I just wanted to know. Go back to sleep. "" Yep, good night. "And already he was sound asleep again. Vegeta felt a warm feeling rise within him. Trunks really loved him. He closed the door quietly and went downstairs to the kitchen. But just as he was about to open the refrigerator, a figure appeared behind him, grabbed him and teleported her into an empty desert. Completely baffled, Vegeta freed himself from her grip and brought a few meters distance between herself and the creature. "What kind of a person are you? And what do you want from me anyway? "He took up a fighting stance as a precaution. The creature gave a mean, ugly laugh." You killed my brother. You will pay for that. "" You mean that disgusting monster from this afternoon. Or is it now Saturday? At least that's what you're talking about, aren't you? "" How nice, you still remember. Then you can tell me how you beat him. He's not nearly as strong as I am, but he should have dealt with you.I saw you pulling out a chain and throwing something in the ball, but the trick doesn't work twice. Especially not with me. I am just interested in what that was. Speak! " "When you beep's probably. To tell you one of my tricks. How stupid do you think I am? "" I thought you might want to live a few minutes longer. But if you don't want to tell me ... Anyway, I know what to look out for. "And with that he shot at Vegeta. It was a tough and relentless fight. The monster hadn't 'promised' too much. It was a lot stronger than the last one and it never let Vegeta's hands out of sight for a moment. He had no opportunity to Whenever he tried to reach under his pajama top, his hand was grabbed and pulled out again. "Nana, we don't want any dirty tricks ..." Vegeta, angry and disappointed, punched him in the stomach. That went on for hours. The monster could have finished him off relatively quickly, but it seemed to be playing with its victim. So it was half past eleven. Vegeta whistled from the last hole and thought of Trunks. He wasn't angry or sad, just puzzled.

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