everything into red embers. Finally the boys returned, each with a bundle of fish in their hands. Tiàla slit it open, took it out as Chichi had taught her and impaled it on a stick on the head. Soon all the sticks were in the ground and a smell of fresh fish spread.

"Well, not necessarily the lightest fare for breakfast," said Tiàla. Sartock replied mock shocked: "Oh yes, right, you have to pay attention to your line!Just be careful, otherwise you won't end up being a skeleton of skin and bones! "Tiàla poked him roughly in the ribs." Tse. ", she uttered and was pissed off. But ten minutes later they were all sitting next to each other, chewing peacefully. In between, Trunks cell phone rang.

The boy ran in a zigzag course across the meadow and tried to get some reception, finally he decided on Tiàla's method and took off.

Sartock dropped back and watched a flock of birds slowly moving across the azure blue sky. But he couldn't see for a long time, when it was covered by Tiàla's face. "What are you staring at?" She wanted to know. Her slowly drying hair slipped off her shoulder and formed a curtain around their heads. Sartock grinned. "Birds. But I have something in my optics."

"Hey you two, don't do that or I'm starting to suspect evil!", Son Goten's voice rang out. Laughing, Tiàla collapsed to one side and lay next to Sartock.The birds were gone, but small, puffy clouds came in, which were chased high across the sky by a wind. With a jerk she sat up and took aim at Son Goten. "What do you have to guess?" She asked happily.

Son Goten blushed, but replied anyway: “Well, that you have more than just a brother and sister relationship!” - “Really?” Tiàla dropped back and turned her head to Sartock, who had also turned to her. They exchanged a look and then both began to laugh uproariously. Son Goten sat there and only understood the station.

Trunks returned. He was still staring at his cell phone in disbelief when he said, “My mother wants to go away.” Bra tugged at his pants. “Alone?” Trunks shook his head. "No. With everyone."

"No, not another obsession with your mother." Said Son Goten in a desperate tone. Trunks sat down. "Well, what does fix mean? She found a brochure in the garbage that this strange guy gave us from the last tournament.", he said and looked at Son Goten inviting him to remember. Son Goten brooded and brooded and brooded and finally came to the conclusion:" I have no idea who you mean. "

Trunks fell over, but sat up again quickly and tried again: "Of course! That was the guy who broke his hand on the power meter!" The penny seemed to have fallen at Son Goten. "Oh, the strange old man? What about him now?" Trunks felt like tipping over again. "My mother has the prospectus of that! He said that if we ever need a quiet place for training, we should come to his school."

"Oh, and now Bulma has come up with the plan?", Tiàla wanted to know, who had listened to everything. Trunks nodded and shrugged at the same time. "Probably more because the hut is in the mountains and it's cooler there than here. My father goes with us because of the little word 'training', and Son Goku certainly goes too."

"And what do we do? Take a ride or nestle somewhere?" Sartock had also sat up. General brooding. "It's definitely not bad in the mountains," said Tiàla at last. Son Goten grumbled: "Sure, that's typical again. As far away as possible from any civilization, not dear cousin? But there are also people who don't like to spend their summer holidays in total boredom."

Tiàla stuck her tongue out at him. She just preferred to be alone. She always felt like she was being stared at around people, even when she wasn't. She felt insecure as soon as she was outside of her circle of friends. She always felt as if people knew she wasn't one of them. Totally absurd, but she just couldn't get rid of the feeling. It was enough for her if she went shopping with Chichi and Bulma. She was always happy when they got home.

"I like it sausage, the main thing is that I have my peace and quiet.", Said Tiàla, got up and slowly walked down to the lake with her hands in her trouser pockets.The four looked after her, Bra finally jumped up and shouted: “Wait!” She quickly ran after her. The boys watched them go. "What have we done wrong again?" Asked Son Goten. Sartock said, more to the heavens than to his cousin: "Tiàla is just sensitive in the relationship."

"It's true! We go to the disco, she doesn't want to. We go to a concert, she prefers to study. We're going on a tour, she sits around in the garden.", Son Goten defended himself. Sartock reserved an answer. Trunks said: "Well, if Tiàla says to you that she would like to come with you, then it will surely mean: Everyone with you!"

"Right. Tiàla has become Ma's favorite. Your word is slowly becoming law.", Son Goten agreed. Sartock continued to watch the clouds, which kept forming new shapes. "That's not true and you know it," he said. Son Goten snorted. "And whether that's true. See it. We're the ones who make the mess and Tiàla is the only one who helps my mom clean up after us.At least that's how Ma sees it. "

Sartock frowned but reserved the right to answer. He closed his eyes. Maybe a change of air helped him during this phase ...

"It's the same for us. Tiàla can easily deal with anyone. In fact, she's almost as good as Bra at wrapping my father around her finger. Practical when I want to disappear from training, but in rather ineffective in our case. ", said Trunks.

"Well, before she shows us around again, let's say that we are going with you.", Son Goten stated. Trunks nodded gloomily. Sartock said nothing about the clouds.

Tiàla and Bra had already circled half the lake. Tiàla had been silent the whole time and let Bra talk about her school, but the little girl was slowly running out of material too, so she started picking flowers. Tiàla had stopped and looked over at the three figures.

They didn't know anything. Not what it's like to cry yourself to sleep night after night.Coping with a rush of nightmares every night. She went through the worst day of her life over and over and there was no end to it. It tormented her over and over again. She saw her father as she was with him in the explosion. She heard his death scream. She was death. She brought him. That is why she could never and never wanted to be around people.

When she saw the many people promenading in the mall, she suddenly felt cramped. Then she kept having this feeling. That feeling that couldn't be described, but that she knew. The feeling that always came when she lost control. About themselves, their power. Then she just got scared. In front of you and around the many people. Then she wanted to run away and couldn't. She always forced herself to be calm. A daily struggle for what had been neglected with her. She would never be able to use her powers as lightly as all of her brothers and sisters from Calabari.She lacked years of training that no one could give her back.

"Tiàla-chan? Are we going on?" Bra's voice tore Tiàla from her gloomy thoughts. “Yes.” She forced a smile. Be happy. As always. Remember, for the others you have overcome your pain. , she admonished herself. Bra's little hand slipped into hers and they continued walking around the lake until they got back to the campsite. The boys had started to tear down the tents.

"Well? Have you calmed down again?" Trunks wanted to know without looking up. "Why so irritated? Besides, I never got upset.", Tiàla replied and grabbed a sleeping bag to roll it up. "How did you decide?" She asked.

"We are going with you.", Answered Son Goten, "So in your favor." Tiàla dropped the sleeping bag and put her fists in her sides. "What are you doing now? You're pretending to be the one who decided we'd go!"she said firmly.

"Nobody said that," Trunks replied. Tiàla looked at the two and slowly it dawned on her. Just because she recently pulled everyone to her side when it came to the question of a movie or a picnic. Did they think she would always act like this? Idiots! The thought pissed her off.

Irritably, she stuffed the defenseless sleeping bag into the envelope that came with it. Ice-cold silence lay over the meadow. Sartock was not very convinced of the whole thing. How could anyone want to start an argument over such a triviality? If at least they would argue. At the moment they just kept quiet and hardened the fronts.

But it had become apparent that it would not go on like this. When Sartock thought back, there had been more minor arguments between Son Goten and Tiàla in the last two weeks, which always had to do with the fact that Tiàla enjoyed Chichi's attention and Son Goten, well, Son Goten was apparently easy to make jealous.The fact that Trunks stuck to his buddy was actually only a matter of form, but Sartock still had the feeling that Trunks couldn't be spoken to very well on Tiàla. For a different reason than Son Goten, but taking up his complaint immediately.

They flew home without a word. Tiàla immediately disappeared to her room, I said goodbye to Trunks with a "See you tomorrow", and hissed off to the Capsule Corp. Son Goten also disappeared. Sartock paused outside, brooding. Sometimes they got along, sometimes they hated each other. Understand one of these people. He finally went to see Tiàla to at least try to find the reason for Trunks' dismissive attitude.

In the evening the phone rings in the Son house. Bulma reported that she came by plane the next morning to pick up the Sons and that the Kuririn, C18 and Marron, and the Lord of the Turtles also wanted to come along.



So that's it again.

Would of course be set!