Hello everybody! I'm curious if anyone else knows me here.

Well, those who still remember me will probably be angry with me because I haven't posted for a long time. Just this much: I had some serious personal problems that neither had anything to do with this cool site, nor with all the dear users who regularly read me comments.

I missed you all very much!

As I can see, some things have changed here on the site, I hope I can still find my way around.

And now for the story. I checked and found with pleasure that all 12 previous parts are still there, so if you are new, don't know me and are wondering what the gibberish is about, you can read it. I cannot promise that I will write with absolute regularity, but I will try hard that the story does not come to a standstill again. Perhaps my style has changed a bit, in the past year I also slipped a little into other fandoms.Yasai: I'm sorry, Alter Ego will probably not be heard from anymore, the painful loss of my dear / common better half was probably one of the reasons that I didn't write anymore. I am currently muses going on, a wise man. So if you should hear from a Schreiber Losen Muse who loves Pralienen, preferably Lindor, and has no inhibitions about chatting loudly, could you recommend me to her? I am easy to care for, have covered myself with enough frying pans for juggling and cleaned up my upper room thoroughly, so she would certainly feel at home with me.

And now everything, I hope you enjoy reading:

Who am I? 13th

"SonGohan. SonGohan. Wake up."
"Hmmm ... let ... five more minutes."
Jikhai giggled and continued poking SonGohan in the side.
'Oh man! He's even more sleepy than I am! ' he thought.
"SonGohan! If I don't bring you back into the house now, Calsihr will stretch my ears.So go! ”He grabbed his shoulder and gave him a good shake.
He would not have expected what came next in a thousand years. SonGohan let out a short cry of fear and widened his eyes, he gripped Jikhai's wrist so tightly that the other felt his bones crunch, yanked the young man to the side that he was lying on his back and raised his arm, his hand to Clenched fist. SonGohan's eyes sparkled, his face contorted in panic. He was trembling. Jikhai tried to bring his free arm between himself and the black-haired one to push him away.

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SonGoku was just about to heartily walk and stretch. He hadn't had a single second of rest all day, had hardly eaten anything, and was now running out of nerves.
'Hopefully this won't be long! It must be past ten o'clock. If Piccolo doesn't hurry up now, I'll just beat myself on the ear and he can wait until tomorrow morning to come to Namek. 'The Sayajin was just stretching his arms up, fingers intertwined, and cracking his back vertebrae when he noticed something. It had appeared all of a sudden, as if magic was involved, but SonGoku didn't care. A sense of touch deep inside him had taken the pattern of an aura, an energy that he would recognize again and again anywhere, and that he had sorely missed in the last few months. It was like a dim light at the far end of a huge ballroom. It flickered and threatened to go out any moment, but it was there.
SonGoku closed his eyes, excluding everything that was around him, from his perception, and turned his entire concentration to this aura.
# SonGohan #
His own call resounded in him, was amplified as if by a resonance body and was aimed solely at the life energy of his son.

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SonGohan froze.
'Somebody is calling me.' it echoed through his mind, which was slowly coming back from the nightmare of imprisonment.He could clearly feel that someone was looking for his presence, and he thought he heard a familiar voice, but not with his ears. And for a brief moment, no longer than a heartbeat, he knew who was calling him. He was so close, SonGohan said he only had to reach out his hand to touch him, and this closeness promised security, security and warmth. Everything he longed for.

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SonGoku thought he was about to fall over with relief. He heard him! The weak light that he had only seen on the edge at first became brighter, came closer and was almost within reach. As if in a trance, the sayajin raised two fingers to his forehead. He didn't know why this gesture supported teleportation, it wasn't absolutely necessary, but somehow it created something like a tunnel vision, helped him to better aim at the goal of the person he wanted.
'He's so far away.' he thought, and he began to doubt whether he could even make the distance.Then...
Pain. SonGoku gasped. Was it SonGohan who had to endure this pain? Could you still feel it? Or were they memories of suffering that he could no longer forget? But there was more, much more. Anger, despair, helplessness ... and shame. For something he hadn't been able to prevent.

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SonGohan's grip on Jikhai's wrist had loosened, and his arm slowly sank down again. He looked into the face with the brown eyes without really noticing it.
"SonGohan?" Jikhai shouted softly and still frightened.
He raised his free arm and pushed SonGohan away from him, sitting up.
"SonGohan? Are you dreaming?" he asked and took the other by the shoulder.

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'No!' SonGoku thought desperately.
The aura of his son moved away from him, he could no longer locate it precisely. Then she was gone.

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Then ... The black-haired man's eyes cleared and he shook his head in confusion, he sat on his heels and looked at Jikhai in amazement."What...?" he wanted to know.
"I wanted to ask you that." the young man replied. "You apparently had a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up, so you attacked me."
"Attacked you?" said SonGohan and frowned "I thought it was one of the Hikdar."
"Hikdar? Is that the one who tore your back?" asked Jikhai.
"Hm-hm." made SonGohan and nodded.
He could have howled so frustrated he was. Not because he remembered something, namely the names of his tormentors, but because he was absolutely certain that he had missed something important.
Jikhai sighed and got up, then held out his hands to SonGohan to help him up.
"Come on, I'll take you in. Jahlsahr came back three burs ago, and I'm sure Calsihr cooked something again." the blond boy kept talking while he led the still slightly dazed SonGohan to the house, he had apparently dismissed the attack from earlier as insignificant "Everyone sleepwalked now and then ... Oh, I mustn't forget the translator, otherwise I will understand again not a word of what you say! ...I also dream some pretty crazy things together sometimes, but I always stay in bed. Speaking of bed, I have to go home right away, Andot is back to Paktun before Burs, I fell asleep next to you and he apparently didn't think it necessary to wake me up. Well! "
SonGohan was only half listening. Just before he followed Jikhai over the threshold, he looked up. Zim, the green full moon, was high in the sky, next to Mathdi, the yellow crescent. The firmament was slightly veiled by mist, yet it was covered with thousands of snow-white crystals.
'So many stars!' SonGohan thought, 'What was that strange feeling just now? As if someone were trying to come to me. Oh nonsense! It was only part of that weird nightmare. '
But the slight suggestion that he had missed something did not let go of him. And again and again, this word, the meaning of which he did not understand, rushed through his thoughts.'Teleportation.'

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SonGoku sagged and fell to his knees. He let his arms and head droop and screwed up his eyes.
"SonGoku!" shouted Dende, startled and knelt down to him "What have you got?"
The sayajin just silently shook his head. He had lost it. Just a single moment and he would have stood next to him, would have got hold of him and a little later he would have been home with his son. But he had lost it, the aura he had felt had suddenly died out, extinguished, disappeared. It was as if he had never really felt SonGohan, as if he had only imagined it. But he didn't, damn it! SonGoku was sure his son heard him!
Now the Sayajin knelt on the stone tiles in front of God's palace and scolded himself for a failure.
'One second! If only I had acted a second faster, then ... '
At that moment he felt Piccolo's aura and heard the Namekjan land on the patform.Again this secret anger overcame him on his old fighting faces, and he would have liked to have jumped up and beaten him up and down! But ... he couldn't hold Piccolo solely responsible for SonGohan's actions. The boy was grown up and had his own choices to make, just as it was his choice to leave the earth.
Piccolo stopped at the edge of the platform and didn't know how to react to the scene that was presented to him. SonGoku knelt on the floor, the image of despair. Dende, next to him, seemed absolutely perplexed. Hesitantly, he went to the two of them.
"Dende, what's going on here?" he wanted to know.
"Piccolo." the god of the earth greets him "I don't know. SonGoku stepped away all of a sudden, it looked like he wanted to go somewhere, I believe the teleportation. Then ..."
Dende sighed and turned back to the sayajin.
"SonGoku. What happened?"
"SonGohan." came the broken answer "I felt his aura.I wanted to see him, but then his energy suddenly died. He was ... just gone. "
Piccolo gasped, then gave himself a jerk and stepped up to his old friend. He held out his hand to help him up.
SonGoku looked up, examined Piccolo's face briefly, then took his hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. And took a deep breath.
"But ... that's not so tragic now either. Tomorrow, when we have all the dragon balls together, we will bring him back." he assured himself, and calmed down a little.
"The ... the ... the dragon balls!" Piccolo stuttered, then began to curse like a drunk dock worker "By all seven rabid hellhounds! Thunder, lightning and downpour! I idiot! I ... Why ?! Why didn't I think of it earlier ?! One can be