Hello


Well, I don't want to gossip a lot today ... (I don't know what else to say in a big way anyway * g *) Anyway, uh, this part is on my account. I've had it here on my computer for a long time, but haven't gotten around to publishing it yet. Anyway, I'm a little bit behind with the release. I even have the next part plus a preface by Seika, which I will put on the next time ... unless she manages to do it herself * g *


Well what the heck, for that part ... uh, I'm not completely satisfied with the style, but somehow I'm too exhausted to be able to change a lot ... well, somehow I like it all, but then too again not. No comparison to the old releases ... somehow ... no idea! Ah, I'm weakening !!!! * g * Nope as I said the next time you get something better presented!




Have fun reading and dreaming!



Guardians of the Galaxy - Farewell (I know very resourceful ...)




Meanwhile, Zen waited restlessly at the other end of the huge lawn, away from the others, for the two of them to return. The rain pattered coldly on her body, soaked her clothes and the red hair, which now looked almost brown, as if the rain was casting a spell on it and changing the hair color for a moment. She didn't feel any of this, she was still used to sleeping on rainy nights without freezing to death. Sometimes she hadn't found shelter and at some point fell asleep on the cold, wet earth. Her body was hardened and even if it weren't, she wouldn't feel the cold. The excitement paralyzed her, worrying about her friend drove her crazy. She felt as if her soul was trapped in a lifeless shell, torn between recent events.


She barely felt how Trunks put his jacket around her shoulder and hugged her lightly to warm her with his body.In fact, her skin felt icy cold, even though she didn't feel like it.


"Don't you want to come to us, under the roof?" he asked in his usual calm voice. At first it seemed as if it couldn't get through to her and Trunks was about to repeat herself when she slowly looked up. Her brown eyes sought his and almost lost themselves in them. "Has something happened to her? You should have been here a long time ago!"


Trunks shook his head slightly, his hair, which had become heavy from the water, slapped his forehead gently. "Definitely not, Goten is with her ..."


"Yes, but ..." her eyes broke away from his and looked at the floor. "Suddenly everything is different, first the thing with Taylor and now that. I mean, yesterday everything was okay, everything was peaceful and now" BUMM ", suddenly everything comes out, that's not fair!" Without her thick tears rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head, looking almost desperately at the sky.

Trunks looked concerned, he had thought, like everyone else, that Zen was getting along with her life, had accepted her lot and nothing could surprise her anymore. That she reacted like this was new to him. At the same time he didn't know what she meant. Wasn't it Cal who pulled the ass card? What was she blaming herself for? That she hadn't flown after her friend?


He gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs. "Cheer up Zenya. Everything will be fine, believe me. You can't stop change, you can only fight to make it a good change."


"No, Trunks," She shook her head so hard that her wet hair hit Trunks' face. It was like a slap in the face, just more intimate and not nasty. "Not all changes can be turned for the better. Mine cannot ....."


"What are you talking about, Zen?" he frowned.


"I ..." She paused, turned away from him and stared into the gray clouds that were still sending rain down on the earth."I ..." You could clearly see how her whole body was shaking, but Trunks wasn't quite sure anymore that it was because of the cold rain. Her hands were clenched into fists, as if trying to prepare for a fight.


"What? Zen damn it, so say it!" His voice was now more urgent, his hands wrapped around her upper arms and forced her to look at him. Two more single tears followed, and she swallowed hard. "No ... you would ... hate me ..... if I ... told you ... you would all hate me!"


Trunks shook his head violently, now looked at her urgently. His blue eyes sought hers and thus pinned her down. His gaze radiated confidence and full confidence. "Nobody hates you, Zen. And that will never change, no matter what kind of change you've made!"


"It's all my fault ..." she muttered and turned away. With one quick movement she tore herself away from Trunks and went back to the others.She knew that if she stood here alone with him even a second longer, she would tell him everything. And after that she would lose everything that had ever meant anything to her. He would hate her, but most of all, Cal would hate her. She was going to lose the only friend she ever had, the only being that was her life. Trunks wanted to hold her back, but she slipped away from his grip and ran. "Forgive me Trunks!" she whispered and let the rain wipe her tears away.




All the Z-fighters had gathered under the roof, Chichi and Videl helped Bulma to take tables and chairs, on which everyone had now found space - more or less. They hadn't taken enough with them, so that Videl looked at her husband's thigh while Bulma had a seat at the edge of the table, diagonally across from Vegeta. They all looked battered, no conversation kept them happy, although everyone tried to do it.Trunk's father had turned his face away and was now staring out into the gray cloud cover with concentrated eyes, his hands clenched into fists. Bulma gave him nervous looks every now and then, as if he feared he would go nuts, like when Bra was kidnapped and he hit Kuririn.


Meanwhile, Gohan leaned forward to Kuririn with a worried face as far as he could do that with Videl on his lap and asked how Maron was doing.


Kuririn sighed, his eyes suddenly losing their usual glow. "If I only knew. Since Bras was kidnapped, she has not let anyone get near her and sits in her room with the blinds closed the whole time. She only comes in for dinner. We tried everything, nothing worked. Today I have her at a concert sent to her favorite group, you know, that boy band that Bra was really keen on and ..... "


"Shut up!" roared Vegeta, who had got up with a violent movement that his chair fell to the floor.His eyes sparkled with anger as he took a step towards the little man. Goku immediately jumped up and Trunks, who had just reached the roof, rushed to his aid. "What's going on, old buddy?" Goku's voice was gentle and reassuring as always, it also tugged at Vegeta, whose ki sank noticeably as his anger slowly subsided. He looked at the floor with sagging shoulders.


"You said it WAS Bra's favorite band. Why the hell do you talk about her like she was dead ?! My daughter is alive and nobody, really nobody, has the right to talk about her like that!" The last words were like an outcry, who for a moment clearly revealed the true feelings of Vegeta: despair and helplessness.


"Vegeta, calm down." Bulma stepped up to her partner and put a reassuring hand on his arm. "Nobody here thinks Bra is dead, because she is not, your daughter is strong, she will fight, with her own weapons."Everyone nodded when suddenly a female voice rang out above them.


“Yes, otherwise she would hardly be your daughter!” Goten and Cal landed next to Zen, soaking wet but with beaming faces. Chichi ran to her son at the same time and gave him a sermon, about what he had thought, he would still get his death. Goku showed him the thumb of his right hand.


Trunks hugged his half-sister, followed by Zen, who pushed aside the guilty conscience and immediately wrapped her arms around both bodies. "Are you doing well?" both whispered as if on command.


Cal nodded, wiping wet hair from his face. "I'll probably stick to my strict braid again ..."


“Don't you dare!” Goten gently tore himself away from his mother, who tried to rub him dry with a towel that she had conjured out of her handbag (she also has everything * g *), and stepped up to his friends. He grinned happily."So we would be complete now. Let's kick this Taylor in his fat ass!" - Nobody laughed .....




The light from the bedside lamp covered the brightly furnished room with a gold coating. It did not stop even in front of people, it made the paleness of the girl who was sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees glow golden yellow. Her skin seemed tanned and harmonized with her blue hair, the icy cold, which otherwise hid it, almost disappeared. Only in the blue eyes, in which sadness and joy glittered in competition, did the usual ice sparkle at the same time, which even the sun could not melt.


Dea had been sitting in this position for a long time, her head resting on her kneecaps. She had listened to the house gradually getting quiet, had listened to Trunks falling asleep to music while Bulma and Vegeta had sat and talked for a long time in the kitchen. She couldn't understand the words, just heard the tone skip from excited to gentle.But finally they too had found their way to bed, that was 30 minutes ago. The music from Trunk's room had faded away, the CD had probably expired or he had programmed it to shut down the player.


While she sat like this, she sent her mind on a journey into the past as well as into the present. That day, it seemed to her, had been etched into her mind indelibly. It was the day of truth, the lies had dropped their false covers. Suddenly her whole world from which she had always drawn strength turned out to be one big lie. Suddenly she was the daughter of a stranger and the sister of the boy she had loved as the only one.


She heard footsteps that slowly came closer and faded just outside her door. Seconds passed