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Fanfic: Hope (1)
your mother! Please tell me what's going on, or I'll get uncomfortable!" She shouted with mock anger. He laughed. "Oh, Bulma made exactly the same food back then. I just remembered how offended she was when I didn't want to eat it." Now his mother laughed and chuckled happily."That looks like me again. Oh, I was a pretty cocky snipe back then." Trunks looked at her indignantly. "What are you talking about! You were ..." He remembered Bulma's happy laugh, as if she were still standing next to him. "... a wonderful person. And you are still today, mother." He pressed a kiss on her forehead and she had to smile. "Ma?" "Yes?" "I can't go on. Is that okay?" She looked at the plate, which had barely been touched (Well, for a Sayajin, of course ...) and her smile died away. "Well wait, you didn't really think you'd soften me up by telling me I was the greatest and could escape my food like that!" He grinned. “It was worth a try.” He quickly protected his face with his hands, since his mother could now expect furious din and cursing. But nothing came from her and he looked up in amazement. "Mom?" "You're ... just like your father," she smiled at him and her eyes shone.Trunks stared at her in disbelief. “Like Vegeta?” “Yes.” She beamed. "You have so much from him. Your eyes in particular remind me of him. And your character traits ..." He wanted to reply something, but suddenly he noticed how her eyes glazed over and let it stay. There was an oppressive silence in the kitchen. “You miss him, don't you?” She didn't answer. Trunks sighed and rested his head on his hands. "I miss the others too ..." he mumbled slowly and looked at them sadly. There was silence again. “Ma?” She looked at her son. "Nani?" "Tell me ... is the 'Hope' still standing ...?"
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Trunks walked slowly towards the gravity room. He didn't knock, but went straight inside. He knew he would find Vegeta there. Of course he trained doggedly and ignored him. That was normal and Trunks was slowly getting used to it. “Father?” Vegeta stopped stepping into the void and wiped the sweat from his forehead."What do you want, Trunks?" He asked viciously and turned to him. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going again. It's about time, mother is probably already waiting for me." Vegeta looked at him a bit surprised. “I thought you wanted to stay here longer?” He shook his head. "No, I've changed my mind. My place is not here." He looked sad and looked to the side. Vegeta scowled at him. "Mama's boy. Your mother will certainly cope with the fact that you are staying here a little longer. After all, our Trunks is out with Goten most of the time anyway and Bulma doesn't mind either." Trunks took a few steps and stared at his Father in the face. "Yes, that can be, but Bulma has you too. My mother has nobody but me." Vegeta looked at him angrily. “Should you have brought her here with you, or was it too difficult for you to come up with something like that?” The expression on his son's face darkened."No, she didn't want to come." Vegeta turned his back on him and stepped back into space. “And why not?” Silence. "Have you forgotten how to speak, Trunks? You really miss someone in the future who will teach you manners." She said she loved you too much and just didn't have the heart. "Vegeta didn't say anything. Trunks made signs to leave and went back to the door. "Trunks ..." the purple-haired man turned around. “Yes?” “Are you coming back?” He tried to say it as derogently as possible, but somehow it sounded like a request in Vegeta's voice. Trunks shook his head. "No. I would only endanger this time level unnecessarily. That was probably my last visit. It was already quite risky anyway because the Trunks from this time level had grown larger.If he had recognized me as himself, maybe we would no longer exist and so would the rest of the world. "Vegeta was silent for a while." Why did you come back in the first place? “It sounded derogatory this time.” You wouldn't understand, father. "'Yes, you would never understand ...'
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The ringing of the doorbell echoed throughout the building. Annoyed, Bulma let go of her invention and heard the loud patter of her son that could be heard in the laboratory. "I'll open up, Ma!" Suspiciously, she tore the gloves from her hands and brushed her hair briefly. She hated the exhaustion she was feeling at the moment, so she wiped the sweat from her forehead again and listened to the footsteps of Trunks as he opened the door. 'Damn it, I still have to make the food ...' she thought bitterly and walked down the hall. 'And if Vegeta does something with the GR again ...' "Mom!“Her son's calls ripped her out of her mind.” What is it, honey? "" There's someone at the door who wants to speak to you! "Annoyed, she rolled her eyes and made her way to the annoying guest. 'Again someone who wants to sell us something ...' She turned the next corner. 'I hate it ... I already got with Vegeta enough problems ... "Her steps accelerated." The invention won't finish, the company is making a fire under our bums ... why has everything been going wrong lately? "Finally she stood behind her son and gave him a gentle squeeze aside. "It's okay, darling, I'll have a word with this ..." She broke off. No, that ... that was impossible. The shoes. The pants. The posture. It was just impossible. Her gaze wandered up, she saw the rucksack with the capsule coperation on it, looked down his arm and finally caught his eye, how often had she wondered how he was doing, how often had she longed for this moment.But she had never believed that it would really happen. That he really would return one day. To them. To her. Her trembling hand brushed his cheek. "Tr ... Trunks ..." she whispered happily and her eyes filled with tears. “Hi.” His lips formed a soft smile. "I thought I would stop by again ... or do you already have plans for today?" She laughed softly and wiped the tears from her eyes, which she tried to suppress with difficulty. “What if?” He slid his backpack onto the floor and looked at her with a cheeky grin. He quickly packed into his jacket pocket, rummaged around a little and finally pulled out a small capsule. "But yesterday you had nothing to do, did you ...?"
“Papa!” Vegeta gritted his teeth angrily. “What do you want, little one?” Trunks slipped quietly into the gravity room and closed the door behind him. "Tell me, did mom ever know such a purple-haired guy?"Vegeta wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his son in confusion." What are you talking about, Trunks? The only one walking around with that color of hair is you, "he said gruffly, and went back to training." Yes, but someone just called in here and Mama acted weird when she saw him. "The older Sayajin stopped and looked back at his son." You say with purple hair? "" Yes and a backpack from the Capsule Corporation. Is that a friend of your mom and you? "Vegeta's eyes widened." That ... that can't be ... "he muttered and his eyes darkened." Dad, who is that now? "" That can't possibly be Trunks ... "" Huh? "Trunks now stood next to his father and looked at him questioningly." Papa, now finally say ... "" Shut up, son! ", Vegeta bluffed and Trunks winced, startled." Don't bother me and go to your mother! "With a less gentle nudge, he carried the little boy back to the door.Panting, he leaned against it and scowled across the room. "No ... that can't be Trunks ... he could never return ... he wouldn't ..." His eyes narrowed. "Shit!" He swore and clenched his fists. “There is no other way why he is there!” Furious, he yanked the door open and located the energy of the 22 year old. 'We must have new enemies ...'
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TO BE CONTINUED ON SEPTEMBER 2!
THANX FOR READING !!!
THANX FOR ALL !!!
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Trunks walked slowly towards the gravity room. He didn't knock, but went straight inside. He knew he would find Vegeta there. Of course he trained doggedly and ignored him. That was normal and Trunks was slowly getting used to it. “Father?” Vegeta stopped stepping into the void and wiped the sweat from his forehead."What do you want, Trunks?" He asked viciously and turned to him. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going again. It's about time, mother is probably already waiting for me." Vegeta looked at him a bit surprised. “I thought you wanted to stay here longer?” He shook his head. "No, I've changed my mind. My place is not here." He looked sad and looked to the side. Vegeta scowled at him. "Mama's boy. Your mother will certainly cope with the fact that you are staying here a little longer. After all, our Trunks is out with Goten most of the time anyway and Bulma doesn't mind either." Trunks took a few steps and stared at his Father in the face. "Yes, that can be, but Bulma has you too. My mother has nobody but me." Vegeta looked at him angrily. “Should you have brought her here with you, or was it too difficult for you to come up with something like that?” The expression on his son's face darkened."No, she didn't want to come." Vegeta turned his back on him and stepped back into space. “And why not?” Silence. "Have you forgotten how to speak, Trunks? You really miss someone in the future who will teach you manners." She said she loved you too much and just didn't have the heart. "Vegeta didn't say anything. Trunks made signs to leave and went back to the door. "Trunks ..." the purple-haired man turned around. “Yes?” “Are you coming back?” He tried to say it as derogently as possible, but somehow it sounded like a request in Vegeta's voice. Trunks shook his head. "No. I would only endanger this time level unnecessarily. That was probably my last visit. It was already quite risky anyway because the Trunks from this time level had grown larger.If he had recognized me as himself, maybe we would no longer exist and so would the rest of the world. "Vegeta was silent for a while." Why did you come back in the first place? “It sounded derogatory this time.” You wouldn't understand, father. "'Yes, you would never understand ...'
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The ringing of the doorbell echoed throughout the building. Annoyed, Bulma let go of her invention and heard the loud patter of her son that could be heard in the laboratory. "I'll open up, Ma!" Suspiciously, she tore the gloves from her hands and brushed her hair briefly. She hated the exhaustion she was feeling at the moment, so she wiped the sweat from her forehead again and listened to the footsteps of Trunks as he opened the door. 'Damn it, I still have to make the food ...' she thought bitterly and walked down the hall. 'And if Vegeta does something with the GR again ...' "Mom!“Her son's calls ripped her out of her mind.” What is it, honey? "" There's someone at the door who wants to speak to you! "Annoyed, she rolled her eyes and made her way to the annoying guest. 'Again someone who wants to sell us something ...' She turned the next corner. 'I hate it ... I already got with Vegeta enough problems ... "Her steps accelerated." The invention won't finish, the company is making a fire under our bums ... why has everything been going wrong lately? "Finally she stood behind her son and gave him a gentle squeeze aside. "It's okay, darling, I'll have a word with this ..." She broke off. No, that ... that was impossible. The shoes. The pants. The posture. It was just impossible. Her gaze wandered up, she saw the rucksack with the capsule coperation on it, looked down his arm and finally caught his eye, how often had she wondered how he was doing, how often had she longed for this moment.But she had never believed that it would really happen. That he really would return one day. To them. To her. Her trembling hand brushed his cheek. "Tr ... Trunks ..." she whispered happily and her eyes filled with tears. “Hi.” His lips formed a soft smile. "I thought I would stop by again ... or do you already have plans for today?" She laughed softly and wiped the tears from her eyes, which she tried to suppress with difficulty. “What if?” He slid his backpack onto the floor and looked at her with a cheeky grin. He quickly packed into his jacket pocket, rummaged around a little and finally pulled out a small capsule. "But yesterday you had nothing to do, did you ...?"
“Papa!” Vegeta gritted his teeth angrily. “What do you want, little one?” Trunks slipped quietly into the gravity room and closed the door behind him. "Tell me, did mom ever know such a purple-haired guy?"Vegeta wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his son in confusion." What are you talking about, Trunks? The only one walking around with that color of hair is you, "he said gruffly, and went back to training." Yes, but someone just called in here and Mama acted weird when she saw him. "The older Sayajin stopped and looked back at his son." You say with purple hair? "" Yes and a backpack from the Capsule Corporation. Is that a friend of your mom and you? "Vegeta's eyes widened." That ... that can't be ... "he muttered and his eyes darkened." Dad, who is that now? "" That can't possibly be Trunks ... "" Huh? "Trunks now stood next to his father and looked at him questioningly." Papa, now finally say ... "" Shut up, son! ", Vegeta bluffed and Trunks winced, startled." Don't bother me and go to your mother! "With a less gentle nudge, he carried the little boy back to the door.Panting, he leaned against it and scowled across the room. "No ... that can't be Trunks ... he could never return ... he wouldn't ..." His eyes narrowed. "Shit!" He swore and clenched his fists. “There is no other way why he is there!” Furious, he yanked the door open and located the energy of the 22 year old. 'We must have new enemies ...'
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TO BE CONTINUED ON SEPTEMBER 2!
THANX FOR READING !!!
THANX FOR ALL !!!