Chapter: Part 1

"Where are we" said Samira. "I have no idea," I replied to her.
We were in a meadow somewhere and behind us was a large, eerie forest. "How are you actually" Samira wanted to know from me, "I'm fine so far," I replied. "And your hands ?!" she wanted to know more. "They don't bleed anymore, but tell me, do you have any idea where we are here ?!"
"Um, no, but we'll find out, I hope at least once". Yes, I hope so too, because if my wrists start bleeding again it will look bad. "Um, tell Samira, did you hear that too ?!" "Yes, I did, do you think it came from the forest ?!" "I don't know" suddenly a big tiger jumped out of the forest towards us , Samira and I ran for our lives. I think we must have screamed a lot. But that was our luck because we were rescued by two pretty good-looking boys who really messed up the oversized cat.Samira and I fell on our knees to breathe again and to rest. When Samira and I took a closer look we recognized our rescuers, they were Trunks and Goths. It looked like the two of them had just returned from school. Because they had bags and lots of notebooks in their arms.

I think Samira shot the same thoughts as mine. It was the thoughts, how did we get here and why are we here ?! Why is there such an eerie forest ?! Why did the cat attack for no reason ?! Maybe she smelled my wounds. Why did the two of them save us ?! WHY?!

Neither of us understood why it was now. But to be honest, we didn't care either. We asked the questions so that they were asked with a grin because we always found the two in the Drangenball Z series very good. And to be honest, the two of them look much better when they stand in front of you, and when you are saved by the two of them, they look twice as good.After Samira and I were, well, so to speak fresh again, the two of them helped us back on our feet. Really gentleman-like. Trunks and Son-Goten looked at my wrists in amazement and Son-Goten asked "What were you doing there ?!" I also looked at my wrists, embarrassed, and then finally said "Hello first, I'm Steffi and this is my friend Samira, thank you for saving us from the big but beautiful cat". Samira supported me "Yes exactly, hello and thanks for saving us" Trunks and Goths apologized to us for their more or less impolite manner "oh, sorry, I think we'll start all over again" said Trunks " uh, that's a good idea, so I'm Son-Goths and this is my best friend Trunks "" uh, yes, my name is Trunks, "the two said, embarrassed with a grin. "Tell me, can I ask you something ?!Um, your name is Steffi, isn't it ?! " "who I?! Yes "" so Steffi, tell me what were you doing on your wrists ?! I mean "" well, um, well, how should I say, I actually didn't do anything "Trunks interrupted me and looked at Son-Goten" You can see that she is uncomfortable talking about it "Son-Goten replied "Don't you want to know what she's been doing" "Yes, but if she's uncomfortable" "um, hello ?!" I threw around. Trunks and Goths again paid their attention to me, "um, yes? "both threw into the small group." So "I started" I didn't do anything to my wrists, it just happened like that "" How did that just happen ?! "Son-Goten wanted to know" Let them finish speaking " Samira interrupted him, "Well, how should I say, uh, that's a, well, more or less, a disease" "huh, like a disease ?! And how did you get it? "Trunks asked curiously." Now be quiet, if you interrupt her all the time, you can't understand anything "Samira made Trunks stupid."Oh, sorry, that wasn't my intention," Trunks tried to apologize. "Well," I continued, "This is a disease called stigmata." "What is stigmata?" Son-Goths wanted to know this time. "Yes, can you listen now, if you want to know ?!" "Sorry," said Goten with a look at the floor. "May I tell you again now ?!" I asked. "Yeah, sure," Trunks replied. Now I spoke again before someone blabbered in between. "Well, stigmata is a disease that has wounds from Jesus Christ, this disease can actually only get those who believe in God and his Son with body and soul" Trunks and Son-Goten looked at each other. Then Trunks took up the word "How ?! Someone who believes in Dende gets such a disease that is supposed to have wounds ?! And Dende should also have a son, he needs a wife first !!" After Trunks said this both Trunks and Goten started laughing.It took a while until the two of them had calmed down again. Samira and I looked at each other in amazement.

Then we noticed that we are in another world and that nobody here knew our God and Jesus and the twelve apostles and whoever else belonged to them. So we explained everything to the two of them as far as we understood. The only thing we couldn't explain to them was how we got here. But we were able to explain that with our God and suddenly neither of them laughed anymore, on the contrary, their faces were suddenly completely serious. "How and from the disease can you die ?!" threw Goten around. "Yes, you can, but so far only the wounds on my wrists have appeared," I answered him. "And nothing so far ?!" Trunks wanted to know now. "No, because Steffi is actually not that religious, is she ?!" Samira wanted to know from me. "Um, no, I'm not really, I can't explain why I got that" "That's strange," said Trunks with a thoughtful look on the floor."I've got it" Goten suddenly shouted and Samira and I were frightened. "What do you have now ?! Oh it doesn't matter now, come on Trunks, we ask Bulma" "That's a good idea, maybe my mother knows how to get something," Trunks Son-Goten supported. "Yes, everything is well and good, we'll wait here for you" Samira said for fun. "Yeah, nothing because you come with me, who knows what you two will do again and what kind of animal will attack you this time," said Trunks, also for fun.

The two grabbed us and flew off with us. Trunks picked me up and Son-Goten took Samira. Samira and I were pretty scared that we would fall down, but the two boys just said that nothing would happen to us because they are super strong and take care that nothing happens to us.
Somehow it seemed that after this strange encounter we became good friends. Strange, but I definitely wouldn't say no, because it doesn't have to be a disadvantage to be friends with guys as strong as the two of them.And they don't look that bad either. So, as I said, it didn't have to be a disadvantage.

During the whole flight the two asked questions about what our world looks like. Samira and I said with a convulsive laugh and again and again looking at the ground that we wouldn't have such big cats and since we were flying over a herd of dinosaurs, we also said that the dinosaurs are already extinct here. Yes, and of course, that here people can only fly in an airplane. Trunks said "then there are definitely not those bad guys with you who can destroy entire planets" "no", Samira and I answered together.

When we finally got to the Briefs house, Trunks and Goths let us down gently. Then Trunks went to the front door and unlocked it. As if on a duck march, Samira and I followed Trunks, Goten followed us.Because he gave us the right of way.

After Trunks called Bulma a couple of times and got no answer, he looked for her and showed us around the house. We had walked through all the floors, we had seen almost every room, because in some of them Trunks went in alone. Not the slightest trace of Bulma or the other residents could be seen. So the boys agreed that the whole family of Briefs, except Trunks of course, was shopping. The two of them led us back into the living room, which was one of the first rooms we were shown. There they offered us places to sit. "Well, I have no idea where my people are," Trunks tried to apologize. "Um Trunks" wanted to know from him, "why didn't you show the girls your room?" Trunks blushed and tried to talk his way out of it, "um, well, that, that, that," Trunks stuttered to himself. "That is," Son-Goten wanted to know. "That has not been cleared up," suddenly shot out of his mouth."Sure, and I'm Santa Claus," said Son-Goten mockingly, "It really is." "As clean as your room is," continued Goten. Samira and I sat around stupidly and watched the whole thing for a while. Then I spoke. "Yes, um, hello, are you finished arguing or would it be asking too much if you could get us a little something to drink ?!" "and I'll go to the bathroom quickly". Son-Goten and Trunks abruptly interrupted their argument and Trunks jumped up to get us something to drink. Son-Goten jumped up too, but not to get us anything, no, he ran into Trunk's room, as it turned out later, to see why he didn't want to show us. Samira took the opportunity to go to the toilet, so I sat all alone in the large living room for a short while. I was glad to God when Trunks came back because I felt a bit abandoned."Where's Son-Goten ?!" he wanted to know from me. "You, I have no idea," I answered him. Samira and Goten trundled back into the living room together. After both had sat down again and I was about to take a sip of the drink that Trunks had brought us, Goten suddenly began. “Well, when it's Christmas I'll give out the presents” Samira chopped a little “why that ?!” “Well,” Son-Goten began again. "I looked at Trunks' room, it looks like a bomb had hit there, there are laundry items lying around everywhere. I wouldn't have thought that from you Trunks". Trunks turned red at Goten's statement and looked embarrassed at the floor when he noticed that I was looking at him with both cheeks full of drink. Son-Goten and Samira started laughing. "Well, I didn't know that I was bringing someone home unexpectedly," said Trunks. Suddenly Goten jumped up and shouted "I have to call my mother, she's still worried, so I'll be right back" while Son-Goten went to call his mother, Trunks started to laugh out loud.Samira and I just looked at each other and then both took a sip from our glasses.

Suddenly, after Goten had finished talking on the phone, we heard three more voices in