Visions of a dream

The light of the dawning light fell gently on Trunks bed and woke him. He blinked sleepily and looked at the window of his room. His eyes widened, he got up and stumbled towards the light. With open mud he looked at the area - the sun was shining, everything was green.
- What's going on here….? - he thought, perplexed. - How can that be? The cyborgs destroyed everything ... -
He walked restlessly through his room - it looked the way he remembered it, maybe it was a little tidier ... but otherwise he couldn't notice any change.
There was a knock.
“Yes?” His voice was trembling, he just couldn't understand what was going on.
“Oh Trunks, you're already up!” Bulma happily entered his room and put a pile of freshly washed laundry on the desk.
Trunks eyed her closely. "Mom ... you are so ... fat ..."
Bulma sat up in front of him, annoyed, and put her hands on her hips.
"Charming as ever, that's where your father's genes come through.Maybe you missed the fact that I'm seven months pregnant! "
He was speechless. - That can't possibly be true, what's going on here? -
"You are ... pregnant? By whom ?!"
"What a stupid question, from your father of course. You're so strange today, are you not feeling well?"
- From my father? But he's already dead ... and mother wasn't pregnant yesterday ... -
"No .. everything okay ..."
"Well, hurry up then, we want to leave right after breakfast, I don't feel like listening to ChiChi's grumbling when we're late."
"Wait a minute, what grumbling? ChiChi? But you .. and ..."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Greetings from Alzheimer's. Have you forgotten that you invited us over? And now hurry up before Vegeta thinks again. I'm glad I was able to get him to come with you at all."
He just nodded.
- Something's going wrong here. She has never invited us, I think since Gohan is dead, she doesn't want to know anything more about us.If I am not mistaken, mother also spoke in the plural ... she is pregnant ... from father ... -
Still lost in thought, Trunks made his way to the bathroom. He splashed ice cold water on his face, hoping that everything would work out. Everything looked so new and well-groomed that it could hardly be compared with his memories.
And indeed: Downstairs in the kitchen was Vegeta, his father, whom he only knew from his mother's stories, and gleefully stuffed tons of food into himself. Had he been holding something in his hand now, he would definitely have dropped it.
“I told you to hurry up, there will be nothing left in a moment.” Disinterested, Bulma pushed the last piece of her bun into her mouth and leafed through the newspaper, which she read casually.
Trunks just couldn't take his eyes off his father, whom he had never seen before - at least he couldn't remember it, he was still too young.He sat across from him and stared at him in awe.
"Do I have something stuck to my cheek or why are you staring at me like that?"
"Father ..." Trunks whispered in disbelief.
"Looks like it."
"Oh, leave him, he'll probably hatch something." Bulma yawned loudly and got up. "I told you to go there. What have you been doing up there for so long? Have a quick meal, we have to go."
"II - I'm not hungry." Trunks was still staring at Vegeta.
He looked very different from what he had imagined in his mind.
In silence he followed his parents outside into the front yard. The glider that the magic capsule brought to light seemed to be one of the newer models, at least he didn't know it.
During the flight he remained silent, listening to his parents' little argument. On the whole, it was about the fact that Vegeta had no desire to deal with a certain Kakarott.
Even if Trunks didn't know who it was about, he had a lot of fun watching the two stubborn people fight."First you force me to go to this idiot and his clan and then I have to fly in such a tin can!" Tense, Vegeta clasped his hands in front of his chest and growled to himself.
Unimpressed, Bulma turned on the radio and didn't let her good mood be spoiled any further.
They landed in one of the eastern districts and were eagerly awaited. Trunks saw himself haphazardly - as far as he could rely on his sense of direction, this area should be a single battlefield and not so rich in life. He only looked at unfamiliar faces, the whole thing was getting creepy to him, but he liked it. He saw so many people he was never allowed to get to know, was able to spend time with his father, nobody here wanted to know anything about cyborgs. Two people met him, one was a complete stranger to him, the second he knew, oh yes, he would never forget his old master.
"Gohan!" He shouted happily and ran into the older of the two brothers."You were dead ... how can that be ...? I saw how the cyborgs killed you myself."
Embarrassed, he pushed Trunks away from him. "Um, Trunks, what are you talking about? Why should I be dead? And what cyborgs are you talking about?"
Trunks didn't know what to say. Why didn't anyone talk about her? And why did Gohan, who has always been like a big brother to him, refuse him?
He felt sadness rise within him.
From the side he received a mild blow on the side.
"Hey Trunks! Dude, what's the matter with you?" Goten looked worriedly at his friend. "Did you eat something wrong or something? We only see each other at school for weeks and you jump into Son-Gohan's arms.
"What do you want, should I know you ...?"
Son-Goten clutched the fabric of his shirt and dropped to the floor in an exaggerated manner.
"Ah, right in the heart! That hurt, my best friend denies me ..."
"Son-Goths! You shouldn't roll around in the dirt all the time!", ChiChi snapped from the house.
She and the rest of the guests had made themselves comfortable at a large table and were gossiping.
Giggling, he got up and pulled Trunks to him.
"It's no fun with that, come on now, you haven't even welcomed the rest of the group."
Confused, Trunks let himself be guided.
- What's going on here? I hardly know anyone here ... Gohan doesn't seem to know anything about our time. -
Without offering any resistance, he let himself be pressed into the chair next to his friend and looked at those opposite.
In amazement he watched Son-Goku, the hero of a bygone era, who was talking to his mother. She had often shown him old photos, he vaguely remembered the names of the rest of the guests: Krillin, Yamcha, ChiChi he knew from his time…. from his time; if it wasn't this one.
It surprised him now that he saw Son-Goku with his own eyes, he couldn't imagine that he was being brought to his knees by a lousy illness.Trunks just decided to listen, he didn't want to attract any further attention. He didn't want them to know about his ignorance.
He was starting to like it 'here' - he finally got to know his father, met his mother's former best friends. And he could finally see her happy again ...
He listened carefully to the conversation, so he could at least acquire a little knowledge.
The day was drawing to a close, they were still sitting there in the light of several spherical lamps and talking about times past.
Trunks jumped when a hand came to rest on his shoulder. He was relieved to find that it was only Goku who was smiling happily at him.
"Hey Trunks, we haven't seen each other in a long time."
He grabbed a chair and sat down with the younger one.
"Yes .. very long ..."
"You're really weird today, Son-Goten is already complaining. He's waiting for you a little further down the river, how about you crouch?ChiChi doesn't like to see it that much, but after all, you young people just want to have fun. "
Trunks nodded. "Thanks ... I'll be on my way right away ..."
Said and done.
Thinking he got up. He didn't know what all this meant, but he liked it. He could get used to living here in peace.
He sat in silence next to Son-Goten and stared at the full moon.
"It's nice here, huh?"
"Yeah, it really is ..." Trunks looked up at the sky again.
Never before had he seen such a clear starry sky. He enjoyed how the wind played with his short hair.
Silence ... how nice it could be to be surrounded by natural silence.
Son-Goten turned to him. "Trunks? I think we should talk."
"Yes, of course ..."
There was a deafening loud bang and everything went black. Trunks startled, breathing hard, and looked around.
His room. He was back in his real room.He got up and leaned against the wall by his window. Carefully he pushed the curtain aside and sighed.
The cyborgs seemed to be having fun again ...

- End-