Phew, here I am again and my first exam is over. * puff * The topics couldn't have been uglier! Everything we had speculated was far off the mark. I don't know, do you know "Lenz" and "Peter Schlemihl's wondrous story"? Part of our compulsory reading and ignored by all of us. Now guess what it was! Correct! Lenz and Schlemihl! Interpret the former, discuss the latter. Then two more wonderfully incomprehensible poems. I love our Ministry of Culture! * grrr *

But, I had my little Tenshi with me.



Tenshi: Yep, I sat ironically on the table of our poor Ferraristi and had to be laughed at by a teacher!



Yes, he just made fun of my muse! Heard something kicked!

But enough about me. Pretty much everyone wanted to know what nuggies are. * g * Then it got over me and I used words that only exist with me.So actually, I think these things are called cocoa bars and consist almost entirely of chocolate. Delicious!!! Explosive calorie bombs, so perfect for Saiyans in my opinion, right? Whoever wants a recipe has to get in touch. Either in the Kommi or by PM, I will then send it to you by e-mail!



To you:

@starlight: I now have the motto not to go into speculation anymore, but of course you are almost right again with your assumption about Sartock.



@ Proxi: I do not hang out with men!



Tenshi: Of course I am a female muse and a good looking woman to * turn * in front of a mirror!



You right. Herring, skinny. This muse is under me, I am her law! Nothing with the court, I have the better lawyers anyway! With us you clear it up like in the old days: with club and fist !! Quite DBZ-like * g *

Overcome Depression? Read on quickly and say that again. Hm, the time. Let me do the math.So that summer party was a week after Tales' death and now they're on vacation so I would assume four or five weeks.

Thanks for my learner, I was just able to duck! Next time with advance warning.



@ laris: Yes, I got a PM from you. Sorry I didn't answer, but I was a little stressed. Thanks for the praise and I hope I keep you as a reader ;-)



@ Hexenlady + Caron: Thank you, this way to the next part * g *



So, in this part I once put too much emphasis on the image of nature. Am Lenz - damaged, all of nature means something there, every tree, every bush and every mist. It's not like that for me, but I was so naturalistic.

Have fun!



Forgotten World

II. Discord



The first rays of the sun crept over the forest to the two tents by the lake and melted the fine dew drops on the tarpaulin.Everyone was still asleep. In the tent of Bra, Sartock and Tiàla a knot had formed from sleeping bags, legs, arms and whatever else one used to find in a tent. Bra was spread across all three ISO mats, his head on Tiàla's arm, one foot in Sartock's face, the other on his torso.

While Tiàla had curled up in a ball during the night, Sartock was lying on his back, all four of them, snoring that the blades of grass outside were snored. The two girls didn't seem to notice.

The formation in the neighboring tent, or rather in the lump of tarpaulin that was supposed to be a tent, could simply be described as a cross. Trunks on his stomach, head to the door, Son Goten on his back across Trunks. A rack in which back pain had to be preprogrammed. But both slept soundly, Trunks mumbled something to himself with a crooked grin and a blister on Son Goten's nose grew and shrank in time with his breathing.

The whole world lay in peaceful slumber, even the frogs by the lake had finished their concert and were silent as the day began.

Tiàla opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Bra's peaceful child's face and she couldn't help smiling. Carefully so as not to wake the child, she sat up. It was warm in the tent because the sun had started to heat it up. Tiàla rubbed her arm to revive the blood circulation that had been long-term interrupted by Bra. Only then did she realize the noise her brother was making. She reached over and held his nose. Nothing happened for a while, then he grunted and rolled on his side to go back to sleep.

Tiàla crawled cautiously out onto the meadow. In front of the tent she sat in the sun and took a deep breath of the warm, moist morning air into her lungs. A bird was singing in the nearby trees. The male trilled his tender song tirelessly to tell all other conspecifics that this was his territory and that they should stay away.Tiàla listened to him for a while, then finally got up and squinted over the tent at the sun.

Turning her back to the bright pane again, she slowly let her gaze wander over the golden glittering mirror of the lake. She made a movement on the opposite bank. She shaded her eyes with her hand and saw a deer quenching its thirst. Suddenly it raised its head, twitched its ears, and looked over at her. Then it turned around and was gone in a few jumps.

Tiàla strolled to the water. On the bank she slipped off her mules and went a little way into the lake. The water had cooled down overnight and stabbed her skin like tiny needles. The tingling feeling made her completely awake and aroused the need to go swimming. She was back at the tent quickly, took out her bikini, changed her clothes and slowly waded into the ice-cold water. Once wet to the navel it was only half bad.Take a deep breath and dive into the underwater world. With a brave jump she dived and swam deeper and deeper close to the bottom.

In the morning the water was still clear because no one was digging up the bottom. Tiàla met fish fleeing in panic, dug up a rotten camera and inspected a small cave, at least until she ran out of air and had to reappear. She glanced at the tents. There was still no life to be seen there, so she dived again.

In the Trunks / Son Goten dormitory, however, there was slow movement, which meant Trunks threw Son Goten off his back. Massaging the same he crouched on his ISO mat and asked: "Can't you sleep on your side? Everything hurts me." Son Goten mumbled while still half asleep: "What? Who hurts?", Turned around and snored on . Trunks made a doubtful face and opened the tent entrance. It was calm outside, but the water turned wide circles on the lake.

Trunks stepped out into the sunshine and trudged over to the other tent. The door was open, and inside Bra and Sartock lay peacefully asleep. Trunks was turning his attention back to the lake when Tiàla appeared. She waved to him with an outstretched arm, and he briefly raised his hand. Tiàla swam back towards the bank.

Trunks looked around. At the moment one thought dominated him: hunger. You must have kept something from yesterday, right? He rummaged through one of the backpacks, but found only a melted nuggie and half an apple that had turned brown. Well, better than nothing and he bit into the apple half.

"Enjoy it, because I don't think we have any more.", Said Tiàla as she came up from the lake. Her long black hair (note: the good girl changes her hair color depending on her mood * g *) stuck heavily on her light skin, covered with small water droplets. The sunlight broke in the drops and made them shimmer.Trunks, out of sheer fascination, forgot to chew for a moment, but was quickly pulled out of his rigidity when Tiàla took the backpack away from him and rummaged around in it himself.

"What kind of noise are you making out here?" Suddenly grumbled Sartock. He had stuck his head out of the tent and was blinking at the two of them. Tiàla shrugged her shoulders: "We have nothing more to eat, apart from a melted nuggie."

Sartock threw the chewing trunk at her feet a skeptical look and then said: "Doesn't matter, let's fly home and get something." The fact that Tiàla and Sartock now regard the Sons' house as their home didn't bother anyone of those present. Son Goten sat yawning in the entrance of the other tent and said: "Mama will be happy." Tiàla grinned. "No sarcasm, please. We could fish too. I met a lot of fish down there."

Son Goten yawned again. "Then you could have invited her straight into the pan."Tiàla waved him off." Fool. "-" Who's stupid? "Bra had completely forgotten the four. The girl pushed herself into the entrance next to Sartock and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Tiàla replied with a smile:" Oh, nobody. Did you sleep well honey "Bra yawned and nodded. Tiàla hired the men:" Come on! Swim trunks on and off into the water and woe betide you appear here without a fish! "

Moaning, the lovely manhood rose sooooo slowly and undressed and changed. In slow motion you moved to the lake, then came the complaints about the cold water, but in the end the three were submerged and only large circles reminded of them.

Tiàla and Bra gathered wood for a fire. Soon they had piled up a small pile of some damp wood in front of the tents. "We don't have a lighter or matches," said Bra. Tiàla laughed. "We don't need to. Be careful." She knelt in front of the wood and looked at it for a long time. Bra watched, fascinated, how the blue stone that Tiàla always wore began to glow and suddenly a flame shot from inside the pile of wood and the fire was crackling.

"Cool. Without using your hands! Papa and Trunks always use their hands!", Bra said and threw small branches into the flames. Tiàla smiled to herself. A simple exercise. Her mother had taught her that there was no calabari-jin who did not know the elements. If she wanted, she could let it rain or cause an earthquake. Or just light a small fire.

They sat waiting by the campfire and watched the licking flames that ate their way through the wood and turned