So, I kept writing! How do you like it ?????






Sunrise over hell. Have you ever experienced it? Ne ?! It doesn't work either, because hell has no sun and that's exactly how it is here in this damned junk heap of the city in which I have to live! They call it Contava, this collection of destroyed prefabricated buildings and heaps of rubble! If you ask me, no place could be more terrible than Contava! Well, the only problem is that it looks like this all over the world. So it might be a bit of a problem to find a nice place. But what do I tell, nobody listens to me anyway!


But before we get to the story that I intend to tell you, I will first introduce myself! So: my name is Akuma Abunai. My name suits me like a fist on the eye, but that doesn't matter for now! I am 16 and an orphan. My parents no longer exist and that's a good thing. Think I'm cold, but I feel that way.My mother had cancer and my father was an old drunkard so it's good that they are dead. I am (again) the only one that no one has thought of. Neither my parents nor the youth welfare office. Well, that's just how I am traveling alone and stealing my way through life. Well, until the day I ran into this extremely weird guy. Quite apart from the fact that it didn't look that bad, it protected me from a few skins that wanted to execute me because of my blatant tattoo. Well, in any case, stupid as I am, I got a stone in the front of my head and then passed out for the first time. When I woke up again, I was in the arms of this guy. And when I looked down, I saw nothing but clouds. I quickly realized that we were flying, which immediately led to another faint. The second time I woke up, I was lying in a warm bed. It smelled like food and next to me I noticed human body heat.I was already thinking that I had been kidnapped and out of sheer survival, I jumped up and kicked the figure sitting next to me on the bed with all my might. That was enough to fling the guy across the room. "What was that supposed to mean ?!" the guy snapped and held her cheek. I went into fighting stance. "Who are you?!" I called back and looked at him. Light hair, blue eyes, and muscle in places where other people didn't even have places. In short, a god of a man. "My name is Trunks! Why did you kick me? That really hurt!" he came closer again. “Sissy.” I called him, and he stared at me somberly. "Oh yeah? You haven't finished with the skins, have you?" he sneered. I raised a dark face, played all the darkness of my heart in my eyes. That was probably enough to arouse fear in his heart. "I would have finished with them. Faster than you can count to three!" I jumped like an animal in the air and pulled my claws over his chest.His shirt passed as coleslaw afterwards. "Thank you, the shirt was expensive," he said huffily and took it off. He didn't even seem to feel the scratches on his washboard stomach. "Are you somehow insensitive to pain or something?" I asked aghast. “Nope, but I don't notice. After all, what good is a stomach?” He grinned. His shirtless body aroused old instincts in me. Shit, that looked cool! "Look, I didn't save your life by hitting me! I saw you needed help and you were hurt," said the guy who called himself Trunks. "Huh? Help? I don't need any help! And besides, I'm not hurt!" I protested. Trunks sat on a chair. "I noticed that too. So who owned the blood that was all over you?"




First a little statement: So: The story takes place in the time after Boo in a different future. The fight here could not be prevented by the Z-fighters and Boo has almost completely destroyed the earth.The pink pudding demon was then destroyed by what is probably the greatest union of all time: The demons that are always and everywhere on all planets, in all dimensions and levels, united to form a unit and defeated Boo with his own power: The Power of darkness. So, no, that has to be enough.