down next to her. She took his hand carefully. 'Is that what you won't tell me, Trunks?Won't you tell me how sad it is in your world How terrible is she actually? 'For a moment she actually had a dramatic picture of the future, how the blue-haired woman crouched in a corner, looking longingly towards the sky and feeling a monotonous emptiness inside. She convulsively pushed the thought out of her head and concentrated on the young man who was sitting next to her. And on whose face she could suddenly discover a slight, hint of red sheen. Confused, she looked at his blue eyes. "What are you ...?" She followed his tense gaze and laughed softly. “Do you mind that I hold your hand, my dear?” He turned his head slightly away from her so that she couldn't see his rising blush. "No, no, you imagine that ..." The slight faltering in the voice only amused her even more. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and tucked a strand behind his ear."Your shyness suits you, Trunks ..." The shape of her lips was a mixture of a smile and a grin and the poor boy didn't really know how to interpret it and just turned redder. 'Why actually, you idiot? Are you uncomfortable with your own mother's affection or what? 'And then the next moment it shot through his head, a thought he had always tried to bury in his subconscious and never let it surface. But now that her head was leaning on his shoulder, he could feel her warmth more than ever and could hear the breathy words, the soft, sad, yes, wistful "I missed you ...", he felt like one Blow clear; a blow that was so firm and direct that he hardly believed it himself:
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'Actually, she's not your mother, Trunks ...'
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There he stood now. Definitely. It was decided. There was no way around it. His fingers ran along the scratched words that made up the word 'Hope'.How rough it felt, how scratchy ... uncomfortable. The emptiness he had dreaded early in the morning had come with these very lines of thought. Terrible emptiness that spread just as terribly in his body. 'It seems to start in the stomach ...' he thought and the irony of this thought made his lips smile with amusement. 'In the stomach? You are hungry, aren't you? '(... Sparwitz ...) His eyelids fluttered briefly, then he closed them and leaned against the hard metal of his time machine. His head dangled briefly, then he actually let it pound against the material of his machine with a loud sigh. He ... he didn't want to leave. Sure, what was here was his family, was just an ... an illusion. A strong imagination on his part. Those were the letters there, the family he loved so much, but he ... he wasn't one of them. His family was dead, the only survivor was his mother who was waiting for him."Mother ..." The words came almost tonelessly from his lips. It sounded so unreal. So unreal. 'Pull yourself together, you idiot. Your family is waiting. Ma is waiting for you. And she can't do it without you, you know that for sure. She has to suffer enough already. 'His eyelids flickered again and with a slight push of the hand he leaned away from the time machine and turned to face the house. To the capsule coperation. Was it the last time he looked here? Yes. The last time. The cold breeze that tugged at his things seemed to get colder. He shivered, even though he knew it wasn't the temperature. It was because of the thoughts he was having. "If only Bulma had never invented the time machine ..." he whispered and rubbed his upper arms. What was he talking about? Without the time machine ... this world wouldn't even exist. Wouldn't people live in peace. >> It’s your merit, darling. People can go on living in an ideal world.You protected her from the gruesome life that she should have expected, do you realize that? You are the savior of mankind, my darling! <<
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"Pah ..." The cold breeze grew stronger and he hid his hands in his trouser pockets. 'You said I saved her from the life we ​​had to go through, ma.' He sighed. And a short time later he grinned again.
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"When am I so depressed? Doesn't suit me at all."
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>> You really need someone in the future to teach you manners. <<
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He grimaced and headed for the house. His backpack was still next to his capsule.
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The wind played violently with the young man's hair. It was time to say goodbye.
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To be continued ...?
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