shoot them right away, and this leader didn't seem stupid either. He went on with his head bowed. The whole time he tried to remember where he had seen this man before. He was in the middle of his thoughts when suddenly someone grabbed his arm. He looked around and noticed that they were now standing in front of a gigantic temple that looked as out of place here as ... uh ... a tomato in ... uh ... a ... church! Exactly! The temple looked as out of place here as a tomato in a church."You come with me!" Said the leader. Trunks put the still dazed O'neill in Carter's arms (and the poor one doesn't notice anything ;-) and walked with this stranger through a narrow corridor. From there they went into a slightly wider corridor, then across a large hall from which corridors led in all directions. Trunks desperately tried to remember the way. "Give it up," said the leader. He made no effort to hide the glee in his voice. "You can't remember the way, believe me. Unless you have breadcrumbs with you that you can sprinkle with you. Hahaha!" now in a large, gold-decorated room. "Noble," Trunks thought. "Sit down, Trunks!" The leader ordered. Trunks had enough now. He had had such a strange feeling of familiarity all along. He knew he had seen this man before."But ... No!", He thought, "That can't be." "I told you to SIT!" "Yes, father!"





(Author's note ;-)


Trunks waited eagerly for this man's reaction. Was he really his father? How could that be? Trunks would have expected EVERYTHING, just not what he was about to experience. The man started ... laughing. First quietly and more inwardly. Then louder and louder and louder, until finally he couldn't stop himself. Trunks got up. Zack! Any trace of laughter and obvious amusement had suddenly disappeared from the face of the person opposite. He looked at him very seriously. Pure contempt was written on his face. "I'm not your father, idiot!" "Not?" Trunks didn't understand anything anymore. He knew this man. It was a face from his childhood. "But ... who are you then?" He asked. "Who I am? WHO I AM? I am the almighty, the indomitable, the undoubtedly indomitable and incredibly handsome Ganesha!"" GANESHA? "Trunks started to grin. But Ganesha didn't seem to care about his reaction anyway." Your father is a strong man. "" How do you know my father? ", Trunks asked, his voice trembling so furiously that even Ganesha was scared. Instinctively, he grabbed the zat attached to his armor and aimed at Trunks." What? ", he mocked, who literally smelled the fear of Ganesha." Is our little goddess afraid? Oh god! I'm sorry about that. "He stepped very close to Ganesha and breathed barely audibly in his ear:" You will now take me to my friends immediately. "" Believe me, soon you won't care at all. "He pressed the Zat firmly into Trunks' side, unlocked it and pulled the trigger. When Trunks came to, his head throbbed." Where am I? ", he thought," what kind of place is this and what happened anyway? "He tried desperately to remember. Suddenly someone was pulling his hair vigorously.He opened his eyes. Now he was at least partially aware of where he was. He was tied to a chair. But that was all he could see. That person behind him. Who was that and why was he pulling his hair as if to pull it out? "Open your dirty mouth!" shouted the man, or whatever it was, behind him. He pulled his head back even further and the face that Trunks was now seeing overhead made him freeze. It was not Ganesha's face adorned with the beauty of evil. It was a young, battle-scarred face with many scars, which could only be the result of numerous battles. "Father? Is that you? What are you doing?" "Shut up!" Came the answer. Trunks eyes filled with tears. For a split second he actually thought he saw something like pity in this man's eyes. But apparently he was wrong. "This man CANNOT be my father.", he kept trying to convince himself. But this face was so obviously that of Vegeta under all the scars that a mistake was simply impossible. Trunks was brutally torn from his thoughts, because Vegeta had now turned to him, so that he is now." Standing right in front of him. He put his hand slowly in front of Trunks' eyes. He was holding something in his hand. But what was it? But before he could say that question out loud, the other hand drove his father's stomach into his stomach with such a force, that he had the feeling that someone had just torn all of his bowels in one fell swoop. "Vegeta grinned. Immediately he put his hand between Trunks' jawbone and opened his mouth. He held his face in this" fish-mouth grip "for a while, looked Trunks in the face and laughed." Ooh! Give kisses! "Trunks had failed to defend himself from the start. He knew he had no chance anyway. Even when he felt a hand push two small pills quickly into his mouth and then hold his nose so that he swallow the pills had to in order not to suffocate."What was that?" He suddenly heard himself ask aloud. “Nothing, just a little sedative.” Why did his father suddenly stop yelling at him? He almost wished he'd been yelled at. Why was Vegeta suddenly ... nice to him? He unleashed him and slowly dragged him to another room. "What ... is ... here lo ... lo ... going?" Trunks felt his limbs getting heavier and heavier. His thoughts became more and more blurred. He fell asleep.


When he woke up, he felt surprisingly fresh and rested. He instinctively scanned his surroundings for strange auras, but couldn't locate anything. He looked around carefully. He was on a large bed in a beautiful room with gold-trimmed walls, like Ganesha's. Only this was much smaller but somehow also more comfortable. What had his father whispered just before he passed out? “You will soon see everything in a completely different light!” “Ha, am I drugged?"he asked himself quietly." But what does that matter? Father was right. I really see things in a different light now. Oh man, I hope I haven't tried to fight back and hurt him if possible? I mean, these people are really nice guys. What do I have against them? "Completely lost in thought, he finally put on the dark green shimmering overalls and the fireplace-red cape, which were neatly folded up on a small chair. Somehow he knew that all these thoughts were only due to the drug, but what did that matter? Should they force their will on him, who bothered? "I am sure that if I am nicer to you from now on, you will forgive me that my insight came so late. "He was just in the middle of thinking how to make up for his disobedience when the door opened. Ganesha entered." Hello Trunks! How do you feel? " "Fantastic! I am much more rested mentally and physically than ever.I don't think I've ever felt this good before. " "That's nice to hear. Look, I've got some work to do now. But if you need anything, just press the little button on your desk and one of my "servants" will take care of you. And tonight we're going to have dinner with your father. I still have a few things to discuss with you. You know, we have big plans for you. A golden age lies ahead of you, my boy. "He smiled at Trunks one more time and then went out." And tonight are we going to have dinner with your father? "That sentence clearly NOT sounded like a request. But who cares. But suddenly Trunks felt strangely sleepy again." W-w-where am I? What am I doing here? "At that moment a very short but apparently also very strong man tore open the door to Trunk's room." Wh-who s-are s-s-they? ", Trunks stammered, everything blurred before his eyes. He only noticed how the man put several small pills into his mouth.Trunks had the feeling that all life would inexorably slip out of him. With the last of his strength, he swallowed the pill. "You idiot! He was almost in his right mind again! And I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?" "I'm sorry, master. But I thought he couldn't take a higher dose! Where did I get it from should know that this dose will stop with him so quickly, to ... "" Shut up! He's coming to! "Trunks slowly opened one eye. Then the other. His room was empty. But hadn't he just heard voices? "Oh, I'm still too suspicious." Trunks thought to himself. He was in such euphoria and elation again because he had finally found his father. This euphoria lasted all day, only in the evening the first nagging doubts slowly stirred in him. Shortly before these however became strong enough to possibly destroy his pink dream world, in which all people were nice and kind, one of Ganesha's people came to bring him back under control.Later that evening another servant came to show Trunks to the dining room. The same was a splendidly furnished hall with gigantic marble tables and many artfully carved mahogany chairs. At the very end of the longest table finally sat Ganesha and to his left Vegeta. Trunks stepped through the gigantic room and then sat down to the right of Ganesha, opposite Vegeta. "Trunks, I am glad that you came.", Ganesha said in his usual, pretended, nice tone. "As if you had a choice hehe," he thought to himself quietly. "Listen, Eric, you are probably wondering why you are here, right?" he nodded silently. "Listen, you are here to learn." "To learn? What should I learn?" "Your father, here," began ganesha, "he is a very capable and strong man. The perfect primus. But you knows as well as I that he is not human. He is a Saiya-jin. And that is why he is unfortunately unable to carry any of ours.That means, he doesn't have a longer life than a normal person either. But his enormous strength never weakens until his death. That makes him the perfect first primus. But I don't want to bypass the bush, your father is going to die soon. Can you imagine what that means FOR YOU? "" I will always be a good primus to you, my lord and master! "replied Trunks." Good. Your father will be teaching you for the next 100 days. Then you will face him and kill him. "Trunks would have been hit with news like