1. Flying the scraps and the first encounter


Albert Einstein once said, "I'm not sure what weapons will be used in World War III, but in the fourth, people will fight with sticks and stones."
But it seems that the good Einstein was wrong, because the fourth world war was fought with clay vases and all kitchen cutlery, and this directly in the Son house.

Chichi once again had one of her days when she had to let out all of her pent-up frustration and anger and that for better or worse on her husband.
"You are such a no-good Son Goku! You mindless monkey! Leaves me alone in this house all day. You never care about me. You don't even bother to ensure that your son gets a decent education! NO! Always." just fight, fight, fight !!! And Son Gohan you drag in there right away! But no, Son Goku, MY son will certainly not be one of these violent, brainless idiots like you are!"The black-haired man stood in the kitchen door with an expressionless expression. He had meanwhile got used to her outbursts of anger, which have arisen since Son Gohan turned 4. Not that he is to blame his son for the slowly breaking relationship between him and his Chichi gave. It was just that his wife was constantly busy pounding math and physics books into Son Gohan, the little boy was only 7 years old. Son Goku, however, knew that his offspring would rather be with him and the others Group trained than to sit and read in his room all day, so he usually took him to practice, which then led to an argument between the parents.
“Son Gohan will one day be a respected doctor and not a muscle-packed, unemployed, lazy sack like you!” Son Goku ignored her screeching and wanted to turn around when suddenly a large, old clay vase shattered ten centimeters next to him with a clanking noise."STAY PLEASANT WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOU BUMPER!"
Her husband wasn't listening, turned and closed the door behind him. Just in time before the fork reached him, which had just been thrown and was now braced into the wood of the door.

You could even hear their terrible screaming at the front door. "Then piss off, but woe betide you dare to come back! YOU Miserable Coward!"
The 27 year old Sajajin knows what is happening now. His wife would pick up the phone, call the CC, and cry to his and her best friend. Which was slowly but surely getting on the nerves of the blue-haired woman on the other end of the line, since some of these calls were already the order of the day. With a disappointed shake of his head and an annoyed, sometimes sad sigh, Son Goku took off. He mostly flew around somewhere when he and his wife argued again. It calmed him down and gave him time to think.
He regretted marrying this woman 8 years ago.In the beginning he had certainly loved her and also tried to live up to her demands from a pervect husband and father. Which, however, had failed miserably. And over time, with all the arguments and insults, the love for his wife disappeared. Bit by bit. The only reason he was still with her was his little son. He didn't want to disappoint or sadden him. He loved this one too much for that. Completely absorbed in his thoughts, he flew towards sunrise.
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Many hours had passed now. Son Goku had already stopped counting and completely lost his bearings. At some point it had flown over the Atlantic Ocean and then turned right. Since he knew a little about graphics, he must be in Europe now. Only where exactly, in which city, he didn't know.
Here it was still dark and only the moon shone on the small town below.
The young man started to land.Now he was standing here. Somewhere far from home in a small church square. Goku looked around slowly to find a place-name sign. When he didn't find any, he decided to ask someone and set off.

Unfortunately for him, it was the middle of the night and the streets were swept empty and all the lights in the barns were extinguished. Except for one. He could see a window from which light was still shining. He got up again and stayed level with the window. A small room that was occupied by a few pieces of furniture and musical instruments, but no one was to be found in it.
However, Goku decided to wait and after a few seconds the door opened.

A young girl came in with a plate of sandwiches in her hand.
His stomach growled at the sight. Only now did I notice how hungry he was.
The girl paid no attention to him and sat down with the plate at her desk and began to shove a really tasty-looking sandwich with jam into her mouth.(Of course not the whole thing right away). Since she had probably not noticed him yet, the Sajajin decided to knock on the window. She turned her head to the left, startled, and stared at him with wide eyes. After all, it didn't often happen that an unknown man suddenly peeked through her window because she lived on the third floor.

-Continued soon-