sleeping? >


It was like this. Since he had no school on Saturday, Trunks always slept off that day. But at a quarter to twelve he was woken up by his mother. "Trunks? Don't you want to get up slowly? We'll have lunch soon and your father isn't there either. Could you please look for him?" "Yeah, yeah," Trunks grumbled. Then he started. "What, why is he d ..." He felt his father's aura. Very weak and far away. Alarmed, he jumped out of bed, flew out the window in his pajamas and left a perplexed Bulma behind. Trunks flew as fast as he could. But when he reached the desert two minutes later, it was all over. He saw no opponent far and wide, not a grain of sand stirred. But behind a dune he saw two legs. He flew quickly over the dune and recognized his father. He landed. Vegeta was still conscious. "Trunks ... where ... where ... were ... you?" "I'm sorry, father. I slept until now." "You ... see it" "Shit, I should have brought magic beans Well, it doesn't help, I'll have to take you home. "" No ... wait ... with my ... extra weight ... you will need ... too much time. So long ... I can't ... hold on."Trunks looked at him, startled." And ... and what should I do now? "" I'm afraid you won't ... be able to do anything. I have ... at most ... two ... minutes. "" No! "Trunks cried out in horror." That can't be true ... We have to try. Don't give up so quickly! "" There's ... no point ... I'm going to die. "Trunks got tears in his eyes." Was it a monster again? Why didn't the karu work? "" It was ... the brother ... He ... gave me ... k ... no ... opportunity ... to ... use ... the Karu ... In the end ... he ... just ... disappeared. Wanted ... here ... in the desert ... to suffer and ... to let me die. " "Crap. Shiteeeeeee! "Trunks shouted desperately." That can't be. That just can't be true! "Vegeta looked at him." Well ... now ... I will ... probably ... die for the ... second time. If ... it was just ... not so ... damn ... hot ... Not a nice place ... to die ... that stupid sun can't ... even ... me ... now ... .now ... leave alone ... I'm ... still so thirsty."The tears were running down Trunks now." I ... I'm so sorry. I should have been with you. I should have died. You saved my life yesterday ... and if you ever need support ... I'll just sleep through it. I am such a failure. I feel so bad I ... "" Sh ... please don't blame yourself ... you can't ... really help it ... if you ... sleep ... you can't ... yes ... notice anything. ..And I'm ... really not ... angry with you ... I would have no ... reason to ... I ... I love you ... my son ... Trunks ... "His Heart stopped beating. He stopped breathing. He stopped living. The world stopped turning. Time stopped. Everything stopped. It was over. It was all over. Yesterday everything was in Everything was in order. Yesterday they were happy and satisfied. Yesterday is over. It will never be the same again as yesterday.


The damn sun was still beating down on them. Its rays streaked glee over the lifeless body.Splinters on the chapped lips, on the pale skin, on the dust- and sand-covered and mostly torn pajamas, on the dusty-gray hair, on the dead Vegeta, whom they had tormented in the last minutes of his life. Something broke in Trunks. Probably forever. He stared at his father for five minutes, he stared at him for ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour. It couldn't be, it couldn't be. Then he screamed. He screamed five minutes, he screamed ten minutes, twenty. Until he was completely hoarse. He couldn't utter a sound. Then he cried. Cried and cried. Like he had never cried before. It was a silent, desperate, stunned cry. <"If I die, you can have her, then you are the prince." Why? Why did it have to happen so soon? His time was far from over. > As if in a trance, Trunks took the chain with the carousels and hung it around his neck. He didn't want to be a prince, he wanted his father again.The tears still ran down his cheeks. His hoarse sobs couldn't even have been heard by a bat. He fainted.




When he woke up there was still no sound. He straightened up. Looked at his pillow. Why was it so dirty? Why was everything so quiet? Why was it so hot? Why was everything so bright? It was light because he was in the desert. It was hot because the sun was so relentless. It was quiet because there was no other living being here anywhere else. The pillow was so dirty because there was a millimeter thick layer of sand on it. But how did he get into the desert with a pillow? I see. It wasn't a pillow. It was his dead father's chest. Aha. So he was in the desert with his dead father. So far the situation was already cleared. But what happened? For a split second the answer flashed in his mind. But something in him didn't want to know. It didn't matter.It didn't matter. He wasn't feeling bad at the moment. Everything was fine as it was. Who cares what happened? Another part answered. Me! What happened? Memory released the answer. Trunks screamed. It was too awful. The memory crept away again. No wait! I want to know! Shouted one part in Trunks. Not me! The other part said. At some point the two parts made a compromise.


Trunks stared blankly at his father's slack features. No, that wasn't good. Oh no, that really wasn't good. It wasn't good when your father lies dead in the sand in front of you. Too bad. Just don't think about it. Don't accept it. Ignore this stupid fact. Yes, he was dead, he was aware of that, he remembered again. But just don't get upset. If he would allow the grief, he would go mad, he could feel it. Too bad. Much too bad. His father was dead.The earth is round. His name was Trunks. All facts that you simply accept, that you don't think about all the time. He looked up. The sun. Well. Something to hate. It was her fault. She was angry. She was gleeful. She was cruel. It was she who had made his father hell for the last few minutes. He started to hate her. His anger increased. Got enraged. She was the perfect scapegoat. Was he discovering guilt in himself? Yes. They started to move. No! But. It was his fault. He's all alone. But his will has always been very strong. His self-control was enormous. He didn't feel like guilty. Just couldn't take it right now. Had to push them aside. Logically speaking, it was the monster's fault. But that was no longer there. As if swallowed by the ground. Not a good scapegoat. So rather the sun. That damn, damn, damn sun. He hated her. Oh how he hated himself.



He never found an explanation for it. As far as he knew, that had never happened before. Was it because he was special? Maybe it was because he was one of the few half-Saiyajins around. Is that why he was the only one to whom this ever happened. Or was he just someone special? In terms of character? From the physical point of view? Or was his whole life story to blame? His unique situation? Or maybe it was his love? His great, unconditional love. Or the love that father and son felt for one another? Because he was a hundred times more desperate, sadder, angry than normal people? Maybe all together. This riddle, this unique phenomenon, has not yet been solved by anyone. But it happened anyway:




The transformation only began internally. His hatred grew, grew, got bigger and bigger. He felt hot as in hell and ice cold at the same time. It felt empty and yet it was filled to the brim with hatred.All he felt was hatred. He had suppressed all other feelings. Or they had been pushed aside. He didn't really know. In this state he knew no grief, no fear, no astonishment, no horror, no conscience, let alone love, joy, satisfaction or pity. Outwardly, too, he began to change. Strands of black and red mingled in his light purple hair. A black headband appeared out of nowhere that wrapped itself around his head. As always, the strands hung over the edge of the headband in his face. But somehow wilder than usual. His pajama top became a sleeveless black T-shirt with the word 'Fury' on it in blood-red letters. Two red ribbons of cloth appeared on his wrists. His pants turned black and had holes for his tail. A desire came over him, a desire to avenge his father, to kill, to retaliate. He wanted to destroy the sun, destroy it.But he couldn't get close to her, no matter how much he wanted to. So someone else had to die. He wanted to kill, tear, shred. The sign of the Saiyan prince, still hanging on a chain around his neck, shone in approval. It seemed to say, "Avenge your father! Avenge the prince!" He wanted blood. In short: he became an angry, hateful beast.


He could vaguely remember what had happened. He knew something strange had happened to him, remembered what he had done, but they were blurry fragments. But it didn't matter, it was over. That stupid sun was nowhere to be seen. He was in the desert, it was dark and cold. Nice and dark. Pleasantly cold.






In the other time level:


Son Goku stormed into the CC. He shouted loudly for Bulma. This came down the stairs. "What is it, Goku? In case you want to ask again whether ..." "Exactly that, Bulma!" Goku interrupted her. "So what is it? Have you finished?"Vegeta came into the kitchen from the GR and heard everything." Kakarott, when are you going to learn it? If this strange machine was already finished, Bulma would run to you immediately and tell you everything. You're not missing a thing. "He looked annoyed and drawn." I know, I know. But I happened to come by here and just wanted to see how far it was. "" Oh, and where did you want to go? "Bulma sounded:" Vegeta, stop arguing now. The situation is serious enough. And you, Goku, go home quietly. I'm