already fully dressed and slowly dropped into the chair across from his mother. Bulma was pouring herself some coffee. "Morning, Spätzle" greeted her more casually, and for a brief moment looked over the beam of the dark mass to her son. "What's wrong?" she asked and put the coffee pot down on the table. "You look like you've spent the night in the closet" she joked, but when there was no response from him, she lowered an eyebrow. "Cookies?"





Trunks wasn't in the mood for his mother's jokes, not on a morning like this. He put both elbows on the table and then laid his face on the kule. His mother just stared at him in confusion. He didn't need to expect pity from his father, so he slowly let his face fall down on the table until his forehead was on the cold plate. "Uhh" he moaned.






“Huh?” Bulma leaned back in her chair and took her cup in one hand. "What's going on, Trunks? Did you sleep badly?" He didn't move, but after a few minutes he managed to talk about his little incident, he mumbled something that sounded like, "Hey huh huh huh huh hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "His mother raised an eyebrow, she hadn't understood a word of what her son, whose head was buried under a jacket sleeve, had mumbled. Bulma leaned forward, her delicate figure leaned very slightly forward until she was roughly where her son's ear was, then she pursed her lips to ask in her incomparably tender mother-tone: "WAAAAS? ???I CAN NOT UNDERSTAND YOU!!"






Trunks jumped out of his chair and looked at Bulma almost panicked. "I said I fell out of bed tonight!"






When he heard that, Vegeta had to fight hard to suppress a loud laugh, 'Oh what, fuck it!' and he laughed out loud "What a loser!" In return he earned a look from Trunks that would have been enough as Kame Hame Ha to shoot his father all the way to Alaska. 'At least I don't have to sleep on the couch because I tell her, her bum got really fat '. "Baby ... you fell out of your loft bed?" Bulma remembered and a considerable grin broke out on her lips as well.






"Yes yes, thank you for your sympathy," Trunks muttered sarcastically, grabbed an apple and slowly walked out the door "... I bet Cinderella had more luck with her stepmother ..."











A knock on the door. "Paw? Are you awake?" Bulma's voice could be heard throughout the Capsule Corp. Ringing. Her eyes opened suddenly and her first instinct was to reach for the pants that were lying on the stool next to her ... they weren't there! The outside person slowly turned a hand against the door and turned the knob to poke in. "Paw? I made you breakfast" she heard the voice say. Her hand was still wandering around, desperately looking for the piece of cloth.






Bulma came in. "Oh, you're awake, fine," she said cheerfully.






Paw twisted his lips into a mouth shape that was supposed to represent a smile and then peeked over the edge of the bed to see if the pants had fallen off the stool ... 'Shit!' she wasn't there either. Paw pulled the blanket a little further over her body and resolutely reached under the edge of the bed. The whole time the bed made horrific noises that immediately scarred your eardrum.





"I'm sorry, I should finally oil that crap thing," Bulma apologized and looked at the girl who was now panicking for something. "Um ..." she started, "you don't need to be ashamed, you know? I'm not Muten Roshi ..." "Huh?" Paw's hand stopped exactly where it was and she slowly raised her head to Bulma which she looked at with an understanding smile.






At that moment Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mother came into the room "If you are looking for your pants, I threw them away this morning, the things there" and she pointed to a small pile of clothes on the dresser in the other part of the room "you can have them . They're much more appropriate for a young girl like you, aren't they? " then she disappeared from the room and you could hear her humming something for a few minutes that sounded suspiciously like the theme song of "Maya the Bee".






"Well," Bulma jumped on, "Your breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen ..." and she ran out of the room to leave the girl alone.Paw looked after her when she was sure that no one would unexpectedly storm into her room, she rolled her eyes in annoyance and let her head fall back into the pillow. She sighed softly and then pulled the blanket over her head with both hands. 'That can't be true ...' she tried to think of a solution to the problem she had just emerged, but couldn't find any. Finally she drove her hunger out of bed.






She pulled the covers aside with one pull and got out of the creaking something and padded slowly over to the chest of drawers. She looked at the small pile of fabric and then reached for the top part, a shirt ... it was light blue and the number "51" was written on the front in large yellow digits. She held the shirt in front of her body and peeked in the mirror. .. she raised an eyebrow and fired the light blue garment over her shoulder onto the bed. Then she reached for the next part ... finally: a pair of pants.She held them in front of her body again and then she saw herself confirmed in her worst fear: the pants were tight, too tight "Chikusho!" she cursed and also fired the black pants, which would go up to her knees against the wall, where they ricocheted off and fell right onto the blue shirt. Furious, Paw fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulled her legs up and threw back her head, she had to find some solution now, or should she risk it and reveal her secret?


















Sequel follows....