"Father? Brolly? I'm back?", I stormed into the apartment. We hadn't built a house of our own, as Father had first said, because Brolly found a very well-paying job straight away. He works as a coach and father had also found a job organizing the tournaments. Everything better than we expected. Now we lived in a comfortable high-rise, right at the top. The view was great. And when I wanted to think I would jump out of my window on the roof and look at the distant sea. "Are you back Shery?", Brolly looked from the kitchen. “I've got something for you!” I hopped into the kitchen. "What?" I loved gifts. “Look there.” Brolly held a device under my nose. It looked weird. Had buttons and a small screen. "That's what they call a cell phone! Primitive way of working and the electronics are so simple!" So that's a cell phone! Brolly explained to me how to make a phone call, how to play the games, the settings, how to write text messages.And I came to the conclusion too! Primitive. No codes except when switching on. And you didn't have to change anything, well, everything is simplified. I withdrew to my room with my cell phone and first saved Goten's number. And wrote a text message when it would suit him. Because of tutoring. I sat down to my homework and after a short while my cell phone beeped. Goten wrote whether it would be possible tomorrow. I wrote back if he could take me from school right away, it would work. I found that I didn't understand the homework either. And my cell phone beeped again. It would be safe and he would take me home again. I grabbed my diary and wrote down everything from today. I told my diary about Trunks and Goths and that's when it first became clear to me. The Goth looked almost like Kakarott. Blatant coincidence, I thought, and wrote many more pages. In the evening I slipped into my nightgown with Snoopy (that's supposed to be some cult dog) on ​​it and said good night to Brolly and father with a kiss.I was very tired because I have to get up so early.




School was again extremely annoying and boring, but luckily it was done and I drove after Goten and Trunks. We stopped in front of a huge house. "This is where we live!" Said Goten and got off his bike. "Both?" "Yes, our parents are good friends and because we go to school here we live here for a while. Otherwise the house belongs to Trunks' parents.", Goten explained and we pushed our bicycles in front of the house. "Ah .. Trunks, there you are! Come on, we have to go to pick up your dear wife, mother, and your beloved sister.", A man came out of the house and grabbed Trunks by the collar. He threw a capsule into the air and it exploded, revealing a blue Mercedes. "Bye!" Trunks shouted before the man pushed him into the car. "That's Trunks father. Vegeta!", Goten said and unlocked the door. Somehow the name Vegeta said something to me, but I postponed the thought because the house was awesome.Big, well equipped and wherever you looked there were machines and robots. "Do you want something to drink?" Asked Goten and kicked his satchel into the corner, which was immediately picked up by a robot. “Gladly!” I kept my bag with me and I followed him into the kitchen. There was a man sitting there who was turning his Coke bottle around in his hands. "Hy, Dad!" Said Goten. The man said nothing and Goten looked like he understood immediately what was going on. He got a Coke for me from the fridge and gave it to me. “Dad, can we do our homework here in the kitchen?” The man grunted a yes and Goten went upstairs to bring the things. I sat down and looked at him. He had a really distinctive face. That looked really strong. He thought you could tell by his eyes. A woman came in fluffed, nodded at me and squinted at the man who made no peep. Then she went back outside. Ok, I also get that much, that it was the reason why he looked so grumpy."Your wife?" I asked. "ChiChi!" He replied with a nod. "I know. I also know that your name is Son-Goku. My name is ReShera. Nickname: Shery!" I said and smiled. He looked at me and then said: "Son-Goku is actually just a nickname of mine. Actually, my name is Kakarott!" My blood froze in my veins. So that was that howling Kakarott that my brother couldn't stand? In all honesty, I couldn't understand Brolly. This man was admirable. His face, arms, hands holding his bottle. So, fine and ...! Goten came in. “There I am!” What would Brolly and father say if they knew that I was in the same house with Kakarott and his descendants. I don't even want to imagine it. Besides, I just didn't dare to betray this man. Kakarott got up and nodded to his son and left the kitchen. How he moved. Controlled and powerful. I admired how he manages to hide his aura and still look so graceful.

"Do your parents fight often?" I asked Goten, who sat down next to me. "Just!" He snorted. “And why doesn't he then?” “Oh, Dad, don't want to hurt her, because if he says something, she'll cry right away.” “I would have read her the riot act a long time ago. Your dad doesn't look happy . "" I know he's not happy, that's why he'll be gone soon. He doesn't always train with God or something! Well, and he stays there for half a year. The door opened and Kakarott came back inside. You could hear a nagging voice that got louder and louder. Goten jumped up and ran outside. Kakarott sat down again. "You can't talk to her, can you? "I wanted to hear his voice again. But he just shook his head." And why don't you think so? "Now he looked at me again. He had beautiful eyes." How? "" By complaining back? "" Haha, I don't want to hurt her though. " "Why not? It hurts you enough, doesn't it?Since she can feel something of your pain! "He smiled weakly." You're real, wise. How old are you "" 16. And let me guess you're 44! "I said." No, I am not. I am 37! "I looked at him blankly." Long story! ", he waved off. I noticed his pulse on his neck and what I would have given to feel it with my own hands. Goten came back in and we started to do our homework. Kakarott also joined in and explained the cosine law to me. Goten took me home and I went straight to my room to tell my diary about Kakarott.