loosely in the pockets of his baggy trousers and also gave his father an angry look.


"You should really have thought about that earlier. Listen ..." Zen hesitated visibly. "Yesterday, at the graduation ceremony, we didn't want to say it, it would have been too late anyway, but we always thought you knew ..."


"We know what?" asked Goten, frowning. He stared expectantly at the red-haired girl. He felt that the whole thing was coming, the hook he had been waiting for all year.

Zen took a deep breath, gave Cal a quick look, but she looked embarrassed at the floor. "You can't just get a degree and then nothing disappears from you on me. Whoever passes the final exam is a Guardian from then on and has to fulfill the duties of every Guardian. Whether you like it or not, you can't just now get out, especially not when you have an assignment ... "She shrugged her shoulders calmly.


But Goten und Trunks was not to be rested. Their faces turned pale, and with a jerk they both spun around in sync, glaring at their fathers. "Did you know about it?" Trunks hissed and literally speared Vegeta with his blue eyes.


Goku raised his hands defensively as his son stepped up to him. "I guess we didn't ... read the fine print."


Was it the composure with which his father uttered the words or everything that came at him in one fell swoop, including Bra's kidnapping.His anger intensified it and without even thinking, Goten ran with a bloodied battle cry towards his father and struck with full force. The blow would have killed any normal person, but Goku could still raise his hand defensively, but could not prevent him from stumbling back slightly.


Out of the corner of his eye he only saw how Trunks and Cal looked at him in surprise. They had probably expected such an outburst from Trunks, but not from the womanizer. He paid them no heed, beating his father without a pause, who dodged cleverly and parried all blows. Nevertheless you could clearly see how he was starting to sweat, Goten's attack seemed to be slowly but surely bothering him. It would have gone on forever if Trunks hadn't intervened. With a force that far exceeded his previous, he held his friend by the upper arm and threw him to the ground without further ado, where he lay there, breathing heavily.“Pull yourself together, mate.” Hissed at Trunks Goten, while Goku just stood there amazed and stared at his youngest son with big eyes.


Smiling, he helped him to his feet. "You have made real progress, great my son. You have discovered your inner strength, really terrific." He cleared his throat, brushed the coarsest dirt out of his clothes and stared thoughtfully at his forearm. A big bruise denounced exactly where Goten had met him. "Not bad, I'd like to have a serious fight against you at full speed."


"oh stop!" exclaimed Goten and stared contemptuously at his father. He was briefly about to attack him again, but this time it was Gohan and Chichi who got over their surprise and stood between the two, or In Gohan's place stood behind Goten and put his little brother's hand on his shoulder . "Calm down, kid. The girls here aren't into that."He winked and poked him amicably on the side. But Goten said nothing, continued to stare his father in the eye.


"I'm sorry, my son. I didn't know that, believe me. Vegeta said that many do it this way and only send their sons to toughen them up. Nobody knew that by doing this they also meant that they would become real Guardians us. ”He smiled that reassuring smile that always graced his face.


Cal and Zen came up too. "And if you do, you can't change it. You can quit, of course, but first of all I don't think that they'll let you go without further ado, after all you are one of the best graduates and secondly, now that we have an assignment, it's not going anyway. You have to do it. ”Cal's voice was hard and unyielding, as always.


"If I had known, I would have voluntarily passed this stupid exam!" Goten growled, his ki starting to flicker again.

Trunks just shook his head, feeling his sanity take over. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, what happened happened. But I still can't leave. Bra needs me."


Cal stared at him with narrowed eyes. "You can't do that, something like that is objectionable, you end up in the bunker, you can't help Bra there either!" It wasn't Cal's way of yelling at people, but this time it was loud.


"I don't give a shit!"


Zen interfered. "Cal is right, if you are in jail it doesn't do any good. Come on let's go, you can let yourself be excluded from this case." She said gently.


"You mean, asking the order whether it will be accepted is a completely different matter!" growled Cal.


"All right," Trunks relented, but not without throwing another hateful look at his father.


Goten shuffled over to his friends with sagging shoulders. Despite defeat, he smiled. "Well, let's do this stupid job, it can't be that difficult.Come on people. "He said and tried to cheer up his friend with a friendly push in the side. It didn't quite sound like a dissonance, he could throw Trunks at least a short smile. The four of them took their places a little apart from the guests." Dea you get us three safe School building? "He asked." Sure, do you doubt me? "


Goten shook his head. "Of course not!"


"I want to have advised you too! So everybody here with your hands!" she nodded, took one hand from Trunks and one from Zen. Goten put his hands on her shoulders.


“All right and go!” Shortly afterwards they found themselves in the secretariat.


"Thank God! There you are, Mr. Craft is already waiting for you, but how do you look?" Smiley had cancer-red spots on his face with excitement.


"After vacation, we should have been off, Smiley." Zen replied, Trunks was silent. Cal raised his hand to knock on the heavy wooden door, but it opened by itself.In front of her was Mr. Craft: "Nice that you came so quickly. Come in!" he opened the door fully and let her enter. The Rector's office was usually a no-go zone. The four friends entered. In the middle of the large room was a marble table with many black leather armchairs around it. On one of them sat a middle-aged man with purple hair and brown eyes.


“Sit down!” Mr. Craft pointed to the armchairs, everyone took their seats.


There was another knock and Brain and T.K. entered the room. "Good, since you are all here now, we can start!" Mr. Craft also took his seat.


"I'm sorry to have to take you out of your well-deserved vacation. Normally it is not common either ... but I think Commander Riley will explain everything else to you, since you no longer go to school he is your direct supervisor ..." Mr. Craft became calm. The man with the purple hair started talking. "My name is Scott Riley and I am Commander of the Guardian Task Force.What Mr. Craft was about to say .. "He cleared his throat and continued," Usually it is not customary to transfer such an important and difficult case with newbies right away. Actually, we wanted T.K. and send off Brain. They are the most experienced and best of Guardians, but there is no way they can get out of here. The students who failed should have the chance for a re-examination. Now no Guardian task force came into question. T.K. and Brain said that if anyone can do it, it will be you. Because as newbies you already have the performance standard of the old. Long story short. You are to recapture a convict and bring it back. "Riley explained.


"And what do we have to do with it, a convict will probably be able to catch another task force!" objected Goten, hoping they would agree with him and cancel the order.


"It's not just any convict! It's a retired Guardian who used to be one of Freezer's closest confidants."

The blinds were lowered, the room grew dark and a picture of a man was projected onto a large screen. “Uh, that looks bad!” Zen drew in the air audibly and examined the large hole in the middle of the face where the nose would be in normal people.


"Actually he couldn't have lived after this. Nobody knows how he survived it. He was abandoned by a teammate at the time." "But why is he so hard to get?" inquired now Zen. "He is physically strong, but not so much that he would pose a problem for you. Weaker than TK anyway! But psychologically he is not bad, he is the mastermind of some mysterious thefts. Including the titanium shield projector and a few other things. The Lord is mad genius! Your job is to stop him and bring him back to Blacklands. If there's no other option then kill him. Just stop him. Good luck SkyFlyer!"Commander Riley ended.


"So I still have a few questions! First, what is the name of our target person, second, where and how do we find them, and third, what equipment is available to us?" Cal protested now and looked at the picture. Disgust crept up inside her, quietly, almost creeping.


"This is Taylor James Nawaski, but he is known in the scene and from earlier times only as Taylor. He is cruel, has killed many innocent people for the fun of it. Then not short and painless, but long and tormenting!"


Cal got hot. She almost vomited. Her mind raced: 'Didn't Hirukazu write that Mama was killed by a man named Taylor? No question about it, it had to be the same. That bastard had her mother on her conscience! <


The air in the room was stuffy. She no longer listened to the commander's babble, just a thought, a word inspired Cal: REVENGE!


"You will find out everything else tomorrow when you leave work."She just heard the Commander say. Then everyone stood up." Commander ... "That was Trunks' voice, which caused Cal to return to normal." What is it, Mr. Briefs? "Trunks cleared his throat:" I would ask you to release me from this