flag of the planet Vegeta, where his father came from, was still there, even though it was blown up years ago.


One by one, the rest of his friends came, first Zenya, who, in addition to the medallion and the usual documents, got a special applause, especially since she and Dea were the first girls to successfully prove themselves as Guardians.Then Dea entered the stage with shining eyes. Their dreams had come true.


Only Goten sat impatiently in his seat and nervously nibbled his fingernails. Clear doubts marked his face. Inside, he wasn't so sure if he'd even passed this test. Sure, he hadn't done badly in battle, Trunks was right about that. But his problem was, as basically always the theory. Even in normal school he often got problems there, especially since only sports and biology were his real subjects. He cheated his way through the rest of the compartments every year and would probably have stayed seated long ago if Trunks hadn't dragged him along. “We went to this school together and we will leave it together again!” He always said. Did he expect that from him at the Skyflyer Academy?


Trunks watched his friend nervously from the stage. The worst thing that could happen to both of them would be that only one of them got through.The other could really wrap up, because his father would never forgive him if Kakarott's son was better than his own. And Goku would be even more disappointed. "Poor Son Goten. Why isn't he called?"


Zen shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully while Cal just smirked. "Maybe his big mouth wasn't enough to get him through the exam." she said pointedly, catching an angry look from Trunks. "Very funny. You can't even stop these childish arguments. Don't have any nerve about it right now, you know!"


"Hey calm down, Trunks." That came from Zen who put a hand on his shoulder in a friendly way. She smiled mischievously when her eyes left his and wandered to Goten, who now really sat like a pile of misery. "In the practical he was great and he should have done the theory too. After all, Cal missed him tutoring often enough that in the end he was almost even better at it than me!"

Cal nodded seriously at this. There was no glint of mockery in her eyes. "Exactly, don't worry, this little show-off can do a lot. He passed the test with a left hand!"


She was to be proved right less than three seconds later. A loud "Son Goten!" echoed across the room. Son Goten winced and looked up. For a moment his eyes wandered nervously around the room, as if he couldn't believe that he was actually called. T.K. even had to repeat his name, getting up with wobbly knees and so abrupt movement that he tripped over his own feet and almost made a less gallant appearance. With the last of his strength he was able to support himself and stepped onto the stage. He, too, was greeted by the rector, who also gave him the medal and documents that his friends had already received. Grinning, he stepped next to Cal, dangling the medal extra wide on his muscular chest.“Oh, I'm sorry that your plan didn't work out and that I passed the exam!” He laughed softly, not taking his eyes off Cal. Basically it would have been up to him to say thank you, but he didn't want to do her the favor, at least not here in front of everyone.


"Yes, congratulations Goten, apparently you have outwitted me." Cal replied sarcastically and tucked a strand behind her ear that hung particularly heavily in her face.


Then the principal of the school picked up the microphone again. He himself looked a little wrinkled when he looked into the crowd and not a few angry faces looked at him. They were all faces of the parents of those who had failed the exam. Trunks thought with discomfort that his father would probably also belong there if he were there and he actually hadn't made it. But it would have been more likely that he would have jumped up to sink the whole stage into rubble and ashes.

It did not take long and the hall emptied. Without even looking at the people on stage, three fathers leave the hall with broken pride, with their sons in tow. All seven of Trunks felt sorry for them, seven of the previous sixteen hadn't made it, which was a considerable achievement. After everything Trunks had heard, usually only four young people at most got through and made the breakthrough to the Guardian. Apparently either the level of the examinees had improved or the high level of the school had deteriorated. He didn't know, he was just glad that all of his friends and himself had come through the exam safely.


Despite the departure of three who did not pass, the auditorium was still tightly packed. Mothers sat there with tears in their eyes, fathers watched their sons with swollen chests with pride, while the rest just stared at the stage with mixed feelings.Mixed in with the crowd one could see ex-examinees who had left school as Guardians. They all wore uniforms, one or the other even with a medal, which gave an idea of ​​his rank. There was only one thing they had in common, which in turn astonished Trunks: they were all quite young, at most twenty years old. Many of them probably started school when they were sixteen and had made it at the same time. A great achievement!


The rector finally stepped forward, the microphone in his right hand. His eyes shone as he looked into the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the best class this school has ever seen. Never before have so many come through the tough tests. Just a year ago I was standing here with almost three young people who successfully mastered themselves The level of the school was not lowered, as you might now consider, no, I would say that the level of each individual was raised to a level that we are proud of because there is enough work.It's just the way the world goes, where there is good, there must be no lack of evil. Nor do we Guardians see ourselves fulfilling that sincere dream. No, we cannot defeat everything badly, anyone who thinks that way is truly naive ... "He paused, letting the words sink in.


Meanwhile, Goten exchanged a confused look with Trunks. "What does he mean by that? I mean, what are we here for if we cannot defeat evil?"


Cal noticed Goten's train of thought. She had heard a lot about Goten's father from Trunks, who was probably the complete opposite of him. Trunks had told her everything from Piccolo to Freezer and Cell to Boo. All of these were successfully destroyed, with Cell going on Goten's brother. Even so, she noticed the flaw in Goten's train of thought. "You are really naive!" she smirked, showing no signs of mockery, so that Goten reluctantly swallowed the angry words he had made up."He's just a realist, you know. You can never get rid of everything badly. There are always people who continue the bad work that others have failed because of. You see your father, he first killed Freezer and hey presto already Cell. If you conquer all evil, you might gain a period of a few years, but after that it will only go on all the harder .... "She wanted to say more, but was interrupted by the rector, who was just at that moment continued his speech:


"Well, we cannot get rid of all evil, we would destroy the basic building block and thus extinguish all life in one fell swoop, because we would not be able to cope with the onslaught afterwards. Our task is to maintain the vision, the evil in, so to speak We are there to spread the four virtues of every Guardian: hope, love, peace and freedom. Where all hope seems lost, we have to see new ones, where only hatred reigns we have to show love, wherever war the dove of peace must fly and where slavery and exploitation are the order of the day we must unleash the bird of freedom."Again he took a break to induce the big words to have the necessary effect. He got a lot of appreciative looks from the new Guardians.


“This guy has it all!” Zen grinned, accompanied by an astonished nod from Gotens. His mind was still on what Cal had said, and as it always was when she explained something to him, he slowly felt that he understood it and was able to follow her train of thought - she was right.


“Yes, he seems to have learned his subject.” That came from Trunks. He glanced at Cal briefly. She smiled as one seldom saw. She probably saw in the principal someone who knows the true meaning of life. Someone who was at peace with himself and with all other beings in the big wide world.


"This is the only way we can prevent the destruction of the world. Konnichwa Darul Jennach - May the vision last!" The applause received by the rector was great. For half a minute he also seemed to bathe himself in it, although his face showed a slight, embarrassing flush.But then he left the stage with a short bow to the audience and disappeared from the auditorium.


Brain and T.K. came running to the four of them at the same time and shook hands while the other Guardians left the auditorium one by one with their families. They would all meet again after the holidays, maybe on the same team.


"Congratulations."


Goten did not respond. He scowled at the two. "Why was I so late ?! As is well known, G is not at the end of the alphabet!"


Brain and T.K. stared at him puzzled for a moment before loud laughter filled the auditorium. "Don't take it so hard, we thought your flap could use a break. We succeeded very well, no one heard a peep from you than everyone else upstairs, except you weren't!"


Laughter flared up again in the auditorium, only this time everyone, including, after a period of just three seconds, Goten, laughed.Trunks gave him an exaggeratedly violent pat on the shoulder, so that he stumbled forward and found it difficult to catch himself. "You all get that back!" he growled and pouted, looking suspiciously like