Longing opens all doors - part 3
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"Who can that be?" Trunks wondered a few hours later when the doorbell of Briefs Sturm rang.
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The two figures standing in front of the front door seemed somehow familiar, but their names would not come to mind immediately.
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"Hello Trunks," said the black-haired young man, who looked as if he was only a little older than Trunks himself. "Is your mother at home?"
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Trunks, still unsure who he was dealing with, hesitated and then shook his head. "No, my father is not there either, may I ask who you two are?"
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A blond girl's head appeared behind Trunk's back. “Uncle C17!” Marron pushed the astonished Trunks aside and hugged her uncle. "I haven't heard from you in a long time. Mama is pretty pissed off that you hardly ever show up with us."
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Trunks clapped his forehead with a hand. "C17?So if they hear C18 talking about you like that, then you should be as old as they are? You look damn young for your years. "
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"And you're damn cheeky for your years, little one!", C17 replied unmoved and loosened Maron's arms from his neck. "So girl what are you doing here?"
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"I go to school here and since it would be too far from the island to the next high school, Bulma has offered me to stay with her during the week."
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"High School?" C17 rubbed his forehead. "I guess I should come out of my forest more often, otherwise I'll completely forget how quickly time goes by."
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"C17", Lunch cleared his throat audibly, "if Bulma is not there, what do we do now?"
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"In any case, don't stand around any longer," came the voice from behind and Mr Briefs, a little more hunched over, wrinkled and with a few hairs less than Lunch remembered, waved her in. "Marron, dear, could you make us some tea?"<br />
"No problem, Grandpa Briefs. I'm already on my way." Marron disappeared into the kitchen like a blonde whirlwind.
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"The little one has a lot of energy," laughed Mr. Briefs and stroked the little black cat that was perched on his shoulder. "We'd best sit down in the living room. Trunks, there should still be chocolate cookies in the large cookie jar on the kitchen cupboard. Bring us a plate full of them."
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"OK." Trunks sauntered off towards the kitchen.
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Mr Briefs led his guests into the living room and as soon as they were seated, Trunks appeared with a tray on which he balanced the steaming teapot as well as the mug and the plate with biscuits.
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Maron strode after him, watching his every move with eagle eyes. When everyone had their well-filled cups in front of them, Trunks Lunch looked questioningly. "I think I should know you, but I can't think of your name."
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Lunch grinned."The last time I saw you, you were a little plug too, Trunks. Besides, I was my other me."
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"Huh?", Trunks and Marron looked at each other questioningly.
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"You two aren't exactly well informed, are you?" Laughed Mr. Briefs. "That comes from the fact that you always have something else to do when people talk about the past. This is lunch. Does the doorbell ring now?"
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"Yes!", Marron put down her cup and clapped her hands. "I saw photos of her in Grandpa Roshi's album. But ... she had blue hair."
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"Didn't he say anything about what happens if she sneezes?" Asked Mr. Briefs.
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"Hmm ... can be, but then I forgot again."
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Lunch shook her head and spoke briefly about her transformation. "I actually wanted to ask Bulma for the Dragonball Radar, but when she's not there ..."
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"You, father and Bra went to visit the Sons," explained Trunks.
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"And why are you not with us?"asked C17." I thought you and Goten are great friends. "
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"I uh ... that's a complicated story," Trunks tried to talk his way out of.
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"Just say how it is," said Marron calmly, "your father caught you smoking and now you've been under house arrest for a month."
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"It's not everyone's business," Trunks hissed in a disgruntled direction. "What do you want to find the Dragon Balls for, lunch?" He asked curiously.
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She blushed and looked to the side. "That ... this is a purely personal matter."
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"You can ask stupid questions, Trunks," Marron bit off one of the biscuits with relish. "Of course she wants to find her great love and be young and beautiful again."
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Lunch almost choked on her tea. "How do you know ...?"
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"I'm a girl and you can feel something like that. Boys are just totally hopeless when it comes to things like that."
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"Thanks!", Trunks crossed his arms. "After all, I know more about romance than you think.I've had a dozen dates and you haven't had a single one. "
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Maron was not disturbed by this swipe. "What's so great about being dumped a dozen times?"
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“That's not true at all!” Trunks had turned bright red. "I ... she ... it's just ...", he got more and more confused. "Oh well, I don't have to explain something like that to a little child like you, you don't understand that."
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"Phh!", Marron turned to the side.
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Lunch watched the two of them and sighed. The youth was really to be envied for their lightheartedness.
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"Let's get back to the reason for your visit," said Mr Briefs. "Bulma isn't there, but I know where she's keeping the radar. Wait a moment."
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He put down his cup and quickly left the living room.
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While Trunks stared, Marron asked her uncle holes in the stomach. So she found out how he had freed lunch and that in her other form she had whipped up his hut.<br />
Shortly afterwards, Mr Briefs came back into the living room with a satisfied face. He had the radar in his hand. He showed Lunch and C17 how this worked. The two hastily finished their tea, thanking them for the radar and the hospitality. Then they tried the radar out in the garden. Press once, twice, three times ... the first glowing point pulsed far north.
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"Looks like Frostland," said Mr Briefs. "I think you should take the big helicopter. In there we also have emergency rations and thermal suits, from my daughter's last dragonball expedition."
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"Thanks, but I can't fly a helicopter," Lunch said regretfully.
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"How about you, C17? You shouldn't have any problems with this."
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"Where is the machine?" He asked instead of an answer.
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"Wherever you want," Mr. Briefs fished a capsule out of his pocket and tossed it to the cyborg. "It was right next to the radar and I thought you might need it."<br />
C17 activated the capsule and looked at the aircraft with respect. “You can do something with that.” He climbed into the cockpit and checked the displays. "Is even full and has enough space for tents and whatever else you need."
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"Tents should also be found in a box in the back," Mr. Briefs informed him. "Maybe you should go buy some fresh provisions."
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"What for?", Marron pointed with his thumb back at the house. "Grandma Briefs always stashes supplies like crazy. Let them take some of them. Trunks can help carry, unless he is too weak ..."
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Mr. Briefs thought the idea was brilliant and C17 immediately went to loot the storage rooms. Trunks, who refused to be scolded by Marron, helped him load sacks and boxes into the helicopter. Maron had meanwhile disappeared back into the house. Just as C17 was about to say goodbye to Trunks and Mr Briefs, she stumbled out the door with a large sack.<br />
"Here are still warm clothes for both of you. So that you don't turn into frozen food for polar bears while searching."
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Lunch thanked her, took the sack, and threw it into the helicopter with a lot of swing. "That should be all then," said C17. "Or are we still missing something, lunch?"
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She shook her head. "I'm not very good at saying thank you ..." she began and her gaze slid over the three faces of her good fairies. "but I ...", she swallowed, "but you should know that I ..."
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"It's fine lunch," said Marron and made the victory sign. "Just keep your ears stiff and grab the guy of your dreams. Never give up is my motto." Trunks didn't notice that she gave him an ambiguous sideways glance at this sentence. He was busy shaking hands with C17 and wishing him well.
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"Not necessary", C17 grinned, "for me this is an amusing change from the daily life of robbers.<br />
"... we never saw you," added Trunks with a grin. "And now off with you, before the runners can no longer be covered up, and grandmother pulls me and grandfather out of my ears for it."
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"Good heavens!", Mr. Briefs only now noticed that part of the left runner went straight through the rose bed, "that means a workshop ban for at least five days"
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Lunch and C17 then hurried and climbed into the helicopter. C17 turned the key and the engine started. Both buckled their seat belts, C17 put the radio helmet over his black hair, the rotors circled rapidly and ever faster and the helicopter took off from the ground. He flew safely and purposefully towards the north.
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"The roses ... oh dear, the roses ...", Mr. Briefs stood in front of the flower bed, wringing his hands.
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"Don't worry, Grandpa Briefs," Maron encouraged him, "we can fix that. Trunks, go and get the rose shears from Grandma Brief's garden room. If we cut them off here and there and then dig up the bush from behind and into the hole We only have to sprinkle the lawn and carefully comb against the grain with the rake so that the tracks are blurred. "<br />
"You're really clever, Marron," Trunks said approvingly.
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With his hands on his hips, Marron turned and raised his right brow. "What are you still standing around here, Trunks? If we don't get gardening gloves, shovels, rakes and so on soon, Grandma Briefs will be back from the hairdresser before we can cover up the mess, so zap, zap, if you please!"
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