Translation
Fanfic: Dämonen Krieger und gelogenes Leben
Chapter: Demon warriors and life lies
Darkness swims in his gaze ..... like the nightshades of a bygone time. How long had he been caught between the dimensions, a year ten years or more. He did not know. There was only him here that nothing and the endless pain that drove him to the edge of madness.
How did he get in here, here in the dimensions of hate and pain ...... how only he? Couldn't answer this question ..... it was hardly possible for him to even have a clear thought.
But there was one thing he could hate ................... During the time he spent here, he had got to know one thing, the cold hatred in its purest and most inexorable form.
The power that this place has began to change his body over time, his muscles have formed back and when you saw him now he looked fragile and weak, but his aura was now monstrous that everyone who could feel it could feel the naked fear read, but the most noticeable thing about him that had changed were the two black wings that protruded from both shoulder blades ... they were wonderful ... ...
But somehow he worked through it ... ... no, the wrong word would be sad, it was loneliness that spoke from this picture, loneliness and pain.
Son-Goku .... Son-Goku ..........
Didn't someone call him by name ... the voice of a young man came from far away ... ... or was this just his wishful thinking again.
No, that couldn't be, how could anyone find him here? He was just imagining it.
But then he felt something, it was neither pain nor sadness ... when he looked up he looked into two black eyes.
And suddenly he was pulled forward and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again he was lying on a meadow of flowers, his wings had disappeared and he was not alone a boy you stood next to him and looked into the setting sun.
"Ah you're already awake, it's an honor to meet The Greatest Warrior of the Sayajins in person."
How did this boy know about the origin of the warrior and who he was anyway ...
He would find out soon enough.
But now the time had not yet come for Son-Goku to lose consciousness again
How did he get in here, here in the dimensions of hate and pain ...... how only he? Couldn't answer this question ..... it was hardly possible for him to even have a clear thought.
But there was one thing he could hate ................... During the time he spent here, he had got to know one thing, the cold hatred in its purest and most inexorable form.
The power that this place has began to change his body over time, his muscles have formed back and when you saw him now he looked fragile and weak, but his aura was now monstrous that everyone who could feel it could feel the naked fear read, but the most noticeable thing about him that had changed were the two black wings that protruded from both shoulder blades ... they were wonderful ... ...
But somehow he worked through it ... ... no, the wrong word would be sad, it was loneliness that spoke from this picture, loneliness and pain.
Son-Goku .... Son-Goku ..........
Didn't someone call him by name ... the voice of a young man came from far away ... ... or was this just his wishful thinking again.
No, that couldn't be, how could anyone find him here? He was just imagining it.
But then he felt something, it was neither pain nor sadness ... when he looked up he looked into two black eyes.
And suddenly he was pulled forward and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again he was lying on a meadow of flowers, his wings had disappeared and he was not alone a boy you stood next to him and looked into the setting sun.
"Ah you're already awake, it's an honor to meet The Greatest Warrior of the Sayajins in person."
How did this boy know about the origin of the warrior and who he was anyway ...
He would find out soon enough.
But now the time had not yet come for Son-Goku to lose consciousness again