HI!!!

And again there are 4 clerks!

* happy *

Thanks!!!



@ trunksxx28:

Happy New Year!!!! * hug *

You are always my number 1! * grin *

Najle is actually very nice, but she is shaped by her earlier experiences, which is clearer today.

Actually, she's a bit bitchy sometimes, but every woman is, right?

It is already clear.

I only write what I enjoy! "!!! I don't let other people order me !!!



@xSophiax:

Happy New Year!!! * hug *

Nice view of Trunks ... Depp * thinks about it *

Will also be something.



@ VegetaW17

Happy New Year!!



@ kiya16:

Happy New Year!!! * hug *

Who knows. If I don't even have a clue how old she is ...

He could try to get involved with his half-sister, but she is different from Najle .... So much for that !!! And yes, Saskia also comes into the story!
Thanks for everything Kiya!



So go ahead ....



Najle opened the door with a smile.

"Have breakfast again tomorrow?" Asked Najle.

"I do not know." said Vegeta. "Bulma will be upset again that I'm hardly home."

Najle smiled coolly.

"And you let yourself be disturbed by that? Could be something new."

She noticed that there was a letter at her door.

She quickly looked around for Vegeta, but he was just putting on his jacket.

She knelt down and picked it up.

"You're right." said Vegeta. "Well then we meet tomorrow morning."

"Mhm"

She had opened the letter and read it through quickly.

"What you have there?" Vegeta asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the letter.

"Nothing!" said Najle and tore the letter into small pieces. "It was just a letter inviting you to visit such a new furniture store."

"You know your way around very well." said Vegeta with a grin.

"What time is it?" asked Najle.

"Half past eleven." said Vegeta. "Why?"

"Just like that ..."

Vegeta shrugged and kissed Najle on the mouth.

"Bye, my darling."

"Bye my sweetie." said Vegeta and left.

Najle closed the door and ran to her closet.

She opened it and changed.



Najle sat down at the table.

"Nice that you came." said Trunks.

"Isn't that a little late?" asked Najle seriously. "You shouldn't be up at this time of day. Or at least be at home."

"Please. I am old enough."

"Not old enough to meet you with me."

"But you came." Trunks said first.

"Yeah. I don't know why I did that." said Najle and sighed. "So what do you want?"

"Why did you block when I wanted to kiss you?"

"Very easily." said Najle and leaned forward. "You are too young."
"Why?" asked Trunks. "You don't look that scary young."

Najle laughed.

"You're not serious, are you?" Said Najle, smiling and looking at Trunks carefully. "Hopefully you are not that naive."

"What are you getting at?"

"Your father doesn't look as old as he is either."

"He's a Sayjajin." said Trunks. "It doesn't age as quickly as humans do."

"Just." said Najle and leaned back. "I also belong to a species that does not age quickly. I even age more slowly than your father."

"So what." said Trunks, almost a little nervously. "I don't care how old you are. I l ..."

"Don't say that word." interrupted Najle and put a finger to his mouth. "Don't say the word for too long, if you are sure that you mean it!"

"I'm serious." Trunks whispered.

Najle shook his head.

"We barely know each other." said Najle and got up. "And it should stay that way."

She looked at him for the last time and turned to leave.

"Please stay." said Trunks and got up too.

"No. It's really better that we don't see each other that often anymore." she said and left.

Trunks tossed some bills on the table and ran after her.



Najle had run into the park and Trunks followed her. (Is there actually a park ??? * - *)

"Please stop!" said Trunks.

Najle paused, but then stopped.

Trunks stopped by her side.

"Let's talk!" said Trunks. "At least give me a chance and tell me why you don't want to be with me.

"Isn't that clear?" asked Najle and looked at him. "I have something with your father. You noticed that this morning wonderfully!"

"You mean ..."

"Naturally!" said Najle and almost smiled. "It wasn't difficult. I noticed right from the start that you were there. I thought that you would then understand and stop finding your childish infatuation with me."

Trunks pulled Najle onto a nearby park bench.

"I really love you."

"Do you actually know what love is?" asked Najle and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yeah, I know what love is," Trunks said. “You have the feeling that you cannot live without this person and that you will never lose them again!”

"Love is when you want to kill for someone." said Najle. "But love also hurts. And love is associated with passion. And passion kills you."

"The feeling of slowly burning up inside." said Trunks softly.

Najle nodded.

Trunks wiped the tears from her face.

Najle paused, then slowly laid his head on his shoulder.

He stroked her head gently.

"I really don't know why I'm doing this now." said Najle and smiled slightly. "I give you hope again."

Trunks was silent and enjoyed the moment.

"Maybe we could really be together, but you don't know me." said Najle and when he wanted to protest she shook her head slightly."You think you know me, but you don't. Not really!"

"I would like to get to know you!" said Trunks.

Najle raised his head and looked him in the eye.

"Believe me. You don't want to get to know me." said Najle. "I only bring cold, fear and death."

Trunks looked at her in surprise.

"Ask your father." she said. "He knows the danger that comes with my presence, but he can't keep his hands off me either. Maybe that's what turns him on."

"What do you mean?"

Najle smiled and whispered gently in his ear. "I am the dead of every man who gets involved with me!"

Trunks stared and Najle disappeared ...



----Sequel follows----