Cape. 2



In a strange world or my walk with Trunks through a field of rubble





So, I'm busy and after the upload this afternoon I have already finished the second part! Have fun! ^ __ ^





I leaned down and looked at his body. His arm was in a strange position and I was startled and wondered if the arm was broken. His face was scratched with blood, he had a deep wound on his right thigh, the blood had already clotted. He gasped, gasped, and finally coughed. I didn't know how to help him. I swallowed and tried to pull it up, but stopped. I kept looking at him. His pants were torn off below his left leg. His shirt also had a lot of slits. He wasn't wearing the familiar jacket I always knew him with. In general, he was wearing nothing more than what he was wearing. He groaned and seemed to be trying to say something. I took up my courage and tried to calm him down."It'll be fine. I'll help you!"

I just didn't know how. He seemed to have had a fight. I put my backpack down and rummaged in it to find something useful. I found half a sandwich and my messed up math work. Again I was reminded of my failure. But I couldn't find anything that would help me take care of him. After some hesitation I took off my jacket, took off my belt and took off my sweater, so that I only sat there in a mini top that I changed as an undershirt. It was a bit cool that my hair stood up and I got goose bumps.

I wrapped my sweater around his thigh and knotted them by the sleeves. He groaned in pain. I was sorry, but there was nothing else I could do to help him and I didn't want to take the risk of leaving him here and running home for help, because then maybe he was just gone. And my mother would scratch my head and think I lied to her, but I don't always lie when I say something, just sometimes ...
I carefully lifted his arm and placed two sticks that I had broken up beforehand at the top and bottom. I had wrapped my denim jacket underneath as a cushion. I fixed everything with my belt. He groaned a little more, otherwise he kept his eyes closed. Even though he was so hurt, he was incredibly cute. I'm just wondering what to do with him now. I couldn't carry it home, it was too heavy. If I were a Saiyan it would be different, but I'm just a simple girl, a weak person.

While I was thinking like this, I suddenly noticed a little silver something that was poking under his body and what he was lying on. Curiously, he reached for it and pulled it out from under him. He groaned again and his eyes opened slightly. I tried to smile and examined the subject more closely. It wasn't anything I knew Some iodes glowed and several heads were shown. I touched one of the buttons and then heard a strange hum.I quickly got angry about my carelessness and my curiosity. Because I knew that I had triggered some mechanism, just not what. He groaned indignantly and used his last strength to stop me from doing what I was doing. “Don't!” He whispered, but it was already too late. The humming grew louder. I jumped up and dropped the silver something that strongly reminded me of a remote control. I jumped a few steps back and my heart was pounding wildly. He struggled to reach for the silver remote control with his good arm. "Turn it off, otherwise ..." he didn't get any further, then the humming was now too loud to be understood. A bright blue light emitted from the remote control that gradually spread.

It immersed him and finally surrounded him completely. Then it suddenly became smaller again and threatened to disappear. I thought about my sweater, my jacket and my backpack and what kind of lecture I would get, because nobody would believe me here.As if I was jumping behind.

The bright light enveloped me and was very warm. I forgot what had happened before and just felt good. I let myself sink into the warmth when it suddenly disappeared and I fell on the floor like a wet sack. I landed right on Trunks, who screamed in pain as I sat on his arm and thigh. I got up from him as fast as I could. I looked around and was startled. I stood in the middle of a field of rubble. It was immediately clear to me where I was: Trunks Timeline, FutureTrunks Dimension, not yet rebuilt.



A wind was blowing, but it wasn't as cold as in the forest. It was a pleasant spring wind. He blew sand and dust out. Everything looked bleak and deserted. I wondered what time that was exactly. Had Trunks already destroyed the cyborg, maybe even revived Gohan, who died then? I felt sorry for Trunks and thought about what I knew about his childhood.I exhaled hard and felt sick. Where did I get to? Where had I ridden my way again? I even thought that now I even preferred the stress with my mother about her messed up work. I looked at Trunks. He lay motionless. Shit pearls lay on his forehead. He was still holding the remote control, which had turned out to be a handy time / dimension machine. I missed his sword and wondered who he had fought that he was so hurt. I looked up. I was standing in a field of rubble, but could I be sure that I was in FutureTrunks Timeline and that this Trunks was FutureTrunks? Maybe I was right in the middle of the GT story and Goten or Vegeta turned up as a quadruple Supersaiyajin. I looked around, but everything remained calm.

I couldn't ask Trunks well and then I would get into trouble to tell him a few things and to tell him that he was just a cartoon character in my dimension or in my universe, I didn't want to do that to him.I decided to keep quiet and be a normal girl. If I stayed with him, I would know where I was. But somehow I wish he was FutureTrunks, I don't know why. In any case, he wore this piss-potty cut and I couldn't place him directly.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I still had the DB manga number 28 "Freezers Defeat" in my backpack and if he saw that, I would have to explain it. I quickly grabbed my backpack, locked it and put it on my back and later decided to let the book disappear, destroy it or hide it, whichever was better. But the manga could serve as proof that my story was true in an emergency.

While I was thinking like that, I didn't notice Trunks looking at me and it wasn't until he tried to get up that I noticed. I must have made quite a face because he just looked at me, smiled and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I can explain that to you. Later."

I looked at him confused. I was not afraid. Rather the opposite. Without a word I took his good arm and supported him. He grimaced as he propped himself up on the leg with the wound. But he made no sound. I took a breath because I still couldn't believe that he was really standing here next to me. But he interpreted my breath as an expression of the strain on my shoulder. So he shifted his weight as best he could on his good leg. I asked where we had to go. He pointed in one direction. “But it's a long walk to my home.” I answer shortly: “I'm fit, I'll help you!” I was surprised to see that he was smiling and I blushed.

He let the remote control disappear into a pocket. I wondered how to act.

We hobbled in silence through the rubble landscape and I realized what he had suffered and that it was no longer fun, but bitter seriousness.The fate of the world was in danger again and I was right in the middle of it.



Sequel follows. I ask for clerks!