his neck and then get lost in his combat suit. It was no different for her. Her mind was very bad, especially from the whole trip. She actually felt dull and limp and wondered why she was here in the first place. If that someone attacked her now, she would have no chance. She was not rested and certainly not able to fight.She swallowed her fear hard and moved her fingers a little. It seemed as if she wanted to check that they weren't already stiff. Her brother did nothing at all. He stood there, actually very calm, but the sweat flowed down him in rivulets. He was cold and on top of that he was thinking hard. Don't do anything wrong. Just nothing wrong ..........






While on earth:






Life went on carefree and completely untouched. Son-Goten and Trunks were sitting in school and brooding over today's math problems {God, when I think of school now ......... I feel sick ...... * gag * .... ... in less than three weeks I'll have to * scream * again! } .The teacher was standing at the front of the blackboard and scribbling some complicated equations on the dark green part, so that he squeaked with the chalk and gave his students a shiver with it. The pens fell on the tables in rows and those present groaned and a few even covered their ears.

"If he continues like this, I'll have to go to the ear doctor again ........ because of a burst eardrum!"


Son-Goten had turned to his neighbor and best friend Trunks, holding his ears, and grimaced in annoyance. Trunks grimaced too, but he didn't cover his ears and his pencil hadn't fallen out of his hand either. Only the freshly sharpened point was broken off and a fat, shiny strip adorned his math problems.


"Oh crap!" He swore when he noticed the mishap. He quickly tried to erase the pencil lines and when the teacher had finally stopped writing on the blackboard with his clumsy hands, the lesson could continue as usual.


Next, they were lucky enough to have art with a fairly strict substitute teacher. The art room was on the third floor of Orange High, and the math class they'd just finished was on the first floor.The students streamed out of the classrooms in droplets and Son-Goten and Trunks were among them and tried to get to the stairwell through the increasingly worsening crowd. Finally, after they had fought their way through the throngs of students and bumped into someone here and there and climbed the stairs that were far too narrow for all the people, they were standing in front of the door to the art hall. A little later, your classmates arrived at the hall, panting. The door swung open and the teacher told the students to sit down. The room had large windows with yellow-orange curtains and the tables were arranged in a pleasant way.Today it was time to model sculptures and Trunks and Goths sat as far away as possible in order to be able to chat in peace and also to be around the strict teacher not to be too close. In front of the two of them there was now a rather soggy mass that they should process into a sculpture.When they touched the slimy something, their fingers stuck to it and it was only with great effort that they were able to free themselves again. And then, when the teacher had briefly gone into the next room to mix new modeling clay, Goten and Trunks began their conversation.


"Uuuähh! This junk mass is unbearable! Uh ........ it smells and sticks to your fingers!"


"Oh Goten, do you always have to complain about everything?"


"Do you just have to say ........ though? That disgusting, slimy brown color looks just fine on you."


Son-Goten jerked his head toward Trunk's hands with a nasty grin on his lips. This followed Son-Goten's gaze and then a little later pulled his fingers out of the slimy piece in disgust.


"Always have to make fun of yourself!" Trunks shouted indignantly.


"I'm not making fun of you!", Son-Goten replied defiantly, still with a nasty grin.


"Who believes it. Did you want to tell me something, or why are you talking to me so stupid from the side ?!"

"Hey, listen! I happen to be your best friend and talk to you from the side as I want, get it ?!"


As a threat, Son-Goten held his fist under his nose, which was covered all over with the brown mass.


"But ........ in fact. What else can you do in this boring class? Well, I was just thinking about Amber the whole time and I think ........ ... "


But Trunks wasn't really listening to his friend. When he heard the little word "Amber" there was a reaction in his head, as if a Hurican is raging over a city and everything is short and sweet. All his thoughts about class and how he got rid of this disgusting stuff as quickly as possible because the pungent smell got up his nose a lot were blown away. There was utter emptiness in his head. Only a steadily louder throbbing reached his eardrum and pounded in time with the beat of his heart.He no longer felt all of his surroundings. Everything seemed to be getting dark around him. He stared ahead. Always straight ahead, into the emptiness stretching infinitely in front of him. Amber, his best friend, was probably on some planet right now, fighting the horrors of the universe. Of course he had thought of her, but his emotions have never got the upper hand as strongly as they are now.


His expression darkened, his eyebrows furrowed, and his forehead was wrinkled with anger. He clawed the stinking something in front of him and squeezed it so tightly that it spurted out again on either side of his hand {you can somehow imagine what I mean, right? }.


"Hey! Are you still very tight?!?!"


"What......?"


His surroundings became clear again. He no longer stared into the infinite emptiness, but into the very angry face of his substitute teacher. Only when he had realized something again did he notice that she was about to turn him into a snail.And not without reason. Trunks took a closer look at his teacher, hesitated and couldn't suppress a giggle.


“Trunks letter!” She snapped at him so that he immediately stopped giggling, “Since you don't think it's necessary to follow the lesson and work on your sculpture and instead play sandpit games, I think it's for you it is appropriate if you sit down for an hour after today's class is over. Then report to the headmaster !!! And you ........ you please stop giggling and work on your sculptures, understand? !?!?!?! "


While she had been scolding Trunks the whole time, her little glasses had half slipped off her nose out of sheer anger. Decorated with small, brown splashes. And not just her glasses were speckled with it. No, almost her entire outfit had changed from blue to brown without further ado. After Trunks had mashed the mass in thought, it had slipped out of his hand and now the disgusting smelly soup was stuck to his teacher’s blouse and skirt.But in the meantime she had drifted off again and was just walking with furious stamping steps across the corridors to the staff room.


"Oh man, Trunks! But you got something into it. And you half splashed me too!"


"How.......?"


Trunks now turned to Son-Goten and after a few brief glances broke out into roaring laughter. But he just threw him a dirty look and after he had somehow freed his hands from the slime, he wiped the brown splatter off his face.


"Tell me, did you listen to me at all?" He finally asked when he had "cleaned up" and Trunks had stopped laughing.


"What? Nope!"


"Typical!"


"Was there anything important at all?"


"Oh ........ no.No, actually not."


Son-Goten grinned at his friend strangely and dismissed the wave of questions with a wave of his hand. It seemed like he was up to something, but Trunks didn't go into it because the teacher had just returned and was still pretty pissed off.That's why Trunks didn't want to make another mistake and get caught chatting secretly because he was afraid that he would have to detain for two hours at the end.






> Nothing wrong ....... just nothing wrong

"Rown-hauw? What do we do now?"


That was Amber. Although she spoke so softly that only he could actually have heard it, it was so quiet here in the spaceship that it sounded as if she had screamed loudly.

"I have a wonderful suggestion ...", said the voice behind them again in an amused tone, "How about if you just turned around and looked your worst nightmare in the face!"


It was just a whisper. Nevertheless, the harshness was clearly audible from this whisper. Again the someone behind them laughed maliciously and made no move to leave.


"Well, what is it? I'm waiting ........"


After completing this sentence, the person tapped their foot impatiently on the floor. The sound echoed on all the walls


"You want to be our worst nightmare? Pah! That I don't laugh!", Rown-hauw said to his own surprise with such a naturalness that he was even more surprised. Less than a minute ago he had clearly felt the fear rise in himself, but now, if it hadn't been for such a tense atmosphere, he would have laughed a lot. After a little concentration and after paying close attention to the pitch of the voice, he knew exactly who was actually behind them.

"You don't know who I am! You just show up here again with such a stupid chick and you