A muggy Sunday afternoon in August. One of the days when children go to outdoor pools or play football with their faces covered in ice. If it had been a normal day, Trunks would have found himself in a deck chair by his own pool and Shiva would have played with the children or trimmed the roses. But it's just not a normal day. The young family man is not lying in his deck chair but leaning against a garden fence on the street. With his right hand he wipes the first beads of sweat from his forehead and in his left hand he has a small capsule-like object that he is nervously playing with. He keeps turning and turning the capsule. His beautiful blue eyes are focused on a large and magnificent entrance door that is half open. He seems to be waiting for someone who won't finish forever. He himself is wrapped in his best suit. His expensive black shoes are polished to a shine and a crease adorns his pants, which are also black.A single rose blossom is attached to his jacket and stands out against the black fabric. A gray tie covers most of the white shirt he wears under his jacket. Suddenly something caught his attention. The door opens slowly and a young girl steps out. Her actually cheerful facial features and her warm charisma have vanished. She smiles a little sadly at her father. She wears a black dress that flatters her line. A subtle chain pulls her neck.




"Are you finished at last?"




"Oh, you know that Mum always locks herself in the bathroom for hours, but she should be ready soon".




Just as Mala had finished these words, a woman steps out of the door and locks it. Then the young woman directs her gaze to the sun, which is not besieged by a single cloud, and sighs something incomprehensible. Now she approaches her husband quickly.For Trunks, however, each of their steps appears to be in slow motion. It seems to Trunks that she moves towards him like an angel. Although her loose dress and her ornate, but not kitschy, hat announce sorrow, this being seems like a ray of light. Her hair is blowing in a little breeze that takes some of the hot heat this day. The sunlight is reflected in the small crystal ears and blinds the viewer for a brief moment. Robe, she moves on her high shoes on the snow-white gravel path. Your gaze falls on flowers that have been planted by the wayside. They are red roses and multicolored pansies. Trunks looks at the flowers for a moment. In a noble red that is reminiscent of royal velvet, the defensive roses shine in the sun. The pansies appear like a firework of colors, and yet Trunks looks away. Because these wonderful creatures of nature are a tiny nothing compared to the person who is just giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.How lucky he was to meet this wonderful creature in the vastness of space and how sad it is that the family does not go to a picnic but to a funeral. Trunks winks himself out of his litargy and asks:




"Where's Karas?"




"Well here, didn't you notice him?"




In the arms of the woman who loves Trunks so much there is a small black bundle. He hadn't even noticed because his gaze was nailed to the face of his wife.




"Oh, I really didn't notice you".


Says Trunks as he lovingly strokes his son's tiny cheeks.




Even Karas, although still a baby, is dressed entirely in black, only a tiny white fly stands out. Because of the enormous heat, his cheeks are very warm and red.




"Can we then honey?"


Shiva has to tear her husband out of his daydreams again.



"Yeah, are you in such a hurry to a funeral?"




Both are frightened. Trunks recognized far too much anger in his voice and he also didn't want to drag down the already rather bad mood and Shiva was only now reminded of the reason for her act. Both just smile at each other tenderly and Trunks throws the small capsule that is still in his left hand onto the street. After a "puff!" and a minivan appears to a cloud of dust. Trunks gets in on the driver's side, but first holds the door on the passenger side for his wife. Mala takes a seat in the back seat behind her father. Karas still hugs the velvety soft body of his mother, he is slumbering. Trunks starts the car with space for 7 people. When she got the CC. The urban jungle is already beginning to leave you behind. Cars honking everywhere, quarreling men and blue police lights. People stroll through the streets and in the faces of one or the other woman you can see disappointment because the shops are closed on Sundays.The minibus progresses at an unusually brisk pace for a big city. Trunks actually has no desire to come to the funeral that is scheduled for today and so he adheres to the tempo rules very precisely. Mala just looks sadly out the window. She is often thoughtful and a bit withdrawn, but when you get to know her better she is a very loyal soul and a kind hearted person, just like the father. Shiva only has eyes for her son. How he lies wrapped in a bundle on her arms, that is a wonderful feeling what she would like to experience forever. However, a loud honking startles her and she looks at the landscape. You are now back in an idyllic part of the city, which resembles yours. However, they quickly leave that behind and reach the country road again. Mala and her mother open the window wide to let the pleasantly cool wind blow around their noses. Fields and meadows alternate.Eventually they come to a village. Trunks pauses briefly to study the map. After about 2 minutes he seems to be clear about the further route. After tormenting his way through the narrow streets of the village with his sweeping car, the car reaches a kind of marketplace. In the middle of it there is an artistic fountain and in front of it there are 7 people standing out from the colorful market. A young man who also has a young woman by his side and a 15 year old boy who has black hair and dark expressive eyes. There is also an elderly couple who talk in a calm tone with a woman who seems to be a little younger than Trunks. A handsome man peeps out from behind a newspaper and gives this young lady a kiss on the cheek. This group of people stands out from the others because all 7 are dressed in black ............................... .................................................. .

The boy recognizes the car immediately and waves the little family over to him. Trunks lets down the window of his car and smiles at 7. It is not a boisterous smile, not a smile that you have on your face when the child says the first words, no, it is a smile that wants to say: "Life goes on".


Without exchanging many words, all 7 of them take a seat in the car, which is now filled to the last seat. Goten is the last to enter the vehicle, but is held by Trunks by the shoulder and thus prevented from getting in. With a sad look he turns to his best friend and looks at him with a questioning look. Trunks asks, looking sadly into space:




"Does he still have his ......".




"Yes he has". Son Goten interrupts him because he knows what Trunks wanted to ask.




Both just nod and Goten takes a seat next to his wife on the last vacant seat. You have to know that Trunks woke up next to Vegeta's deathbed and that he gave his tremendous energy to his son shortly before he died.The entire fighting strength of his father has slumbered in him since then and makes the already very strong drink even more powerful. The question now related to whether Son Goku did the same to Vegeta and also gave his son the energy. You know the answer. The vehicle lingers for a brief moment on the sun-drenched market square before it slowly starts to move. The goal is now the home village of Goku, which he lived in with ChiChi, Gohan and Goten for so long. Even when these "birds" left the nest, the old couple lived in this beautiful little house until ChiChi died. After her death, Goku first moved to Son Goten for 1 year and then, until his death 5 days ago, to Son Gohan, where he stayed for 6 years. An idyllic little mountain village was reached. On the slopes of the pastures, on which the most diverse animals grazed, gigantic mountain ranges joined. These huge giants made of stone swung higher and higher and made the human (or Sajachin * gggg) self appear tiny.The group of 12 people who had left the car in the meantime could not enjoy this mountain landscape. The group came to a small intersection. In all those present there was now wistful because about 3 years ago in winter they were also here, but at that time they had to turn right where the street sign announced "Skilift". But today they turn left where only "Friedhof" can be read on a blue sign ............................... ....




So that's part 3 now. Do you understand now why I counted the introduction as a single part? I still hope that my two favorite fans (Aminia and MysticAngel ggggg *) still have more to come by. I don't want to scare them off with FFs that are too long. Well, I don't have to worry about the ones just mentioned, they read everything no matter how long ...........




;-)




LoT