Translation
Fanfic: Ich treffe meinen Lieblings Chara (Mitglied Nr. 15)
Chapter: I meet my favorite Chara (member no.15)
So, here we go. My German teacher is responsible for spelling mistakes.
Peep peep! Peep peep! Peep peep! I woke up tired and hit my alarm clock. After the third attempt to find the right button, the beeping finally stopped. Man, was I tired. What time was it anyway? I blinked at the scoreboard. What?! 3 o'clock! Why does that damn thing ring at 3 a.m. in the morning? Oh. Then it came back to me. I asked him to watch DBZ. Sure, DBZ doesn't run at 3 a.m., but I've been in an exceptional condition for over a week. And all because of an internet bill that was too high. Too high for my mother, not for the average consumer. They put me down when the bill came! I had to pay all of my pocket money and I-Net was banned for the time being. But of course she did not succeed. In order to really hurt me, there was a 2-week DBZ ban. And it hurt. Because in just these 2 weeks the last DBZ episodes ran.Of course I didn't let that sit on me. I just asked my girlfriend to take care of everything. When my mom wasn't there, I looked at it. Well, but today she was there all the time and didn't budge. That's why I got up in the middle of the night to satisfy my curiosity. I slowly struggled to my black East Pak and pulled out a video box. Fortunately I had a TV with a video recorder in the room, otherwise I would have to go down to the living room. I turned on the television, slid the cassette in, and hit play. Then I snuggled into my chair. It's kind of practical when your own room is more like a living room with a bed and desk. When it really started I was wide awake. It was the first episode after Evil Boo's end. Trunks was just flying a helicopter to Goku's house. Suddenly the picture stopped. "Shit, I won't be spared anything either." I swore softly. I usually don't try to curse, but every now and then I forget myself.I jumped out of my chair and tinkered with the VCR. But it did not work. None of the buttons responded to my pressing. Finally, I burst into anger and gave the recorder a hard blow. (Women and technology * g *) That was a mistake. Because suddenly the device started to glow and gave me a not bad power surge. As if it wanted to take revenge on me. It went black before my eyes and I felt myself slide away.
When I woke up, a person was hunched over me. I was frightened and wanted to start screaming, but the figure said: "No, please don't. I don't want to hurt you." And actually something in me kept me from screaming. I eyed the person. It was dark and only the flickering television screen lit the room slightly. It was a boy, somewhere between 16 and 18. It was totally weird. On the one hand he looked familiar to me, on the other hand I was sure I had never met him before in my life.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?" I finally managed to get out. "Unfortunately I can't answer the second question," said the guy. "I was on my way to see a friend when suddenly something similar to a vortex popped up and sucked me in. The next thing I can remember is that I was here."
I looked at him suspiciously. "And my first question?" I chopped off.
"Oh, I can actually answer that. My name is Trunks Briefs."
To be continued ...
Peep peep! Peep peep! Peep peep! I woke up tired and hit my alarm clock. After the third attempt to find the right button, the beeping finally stopped. Man, was I tired. What time was it anyway? I blinked at the scoreboard. What?! 3 o'clock! Why does that damn thing ring at 3 a.m. in the morning? Oh. Then it came back to me. I asked him to watch DBZ. Sure, DBZ doesn't run at 3 a.m., but I've been in an exceptional condition for over a week. And all because of an internet bill that was too high. Too high for my mother, not for the average consumer. They put me down when the bill came! I had to pay all of my pocket money and I-Net was banned for the time being. But of course she did not succeed. In order to really hurt me, there was a 2-week DBZ ban. And it hurt. Because in just these 2 weeks the last DBZ episodes ran.Of course I didn't let that sit on me. I just asked my girlfriend to take care of everything. When my mom wasn't there, I looked at it. Well, but today she was there all the time and didn't budge. That's why I got up in the middle of the night to satisfy my curiosity. I slowly struggled to my black East Pak and pulled out a video box. Fortunately I had a TV with a video recorder in the room, otherwise I would have to go down to the living room. I turned on the television, slid the cassette in, and hit play. Then I snuggled into my chair. It's kind of practical when your own room is more like a living room with a bed and desk. When it really started I was wide awake. It was the first episode after Evil Boo's end. Trunks was just flying a helicopter to Goku's house. Suddenly the picture stopped. "Shit, I won't be spared anything either." I swore softly. I usually don't try to curse, but every now and then I forget myself.I jumped out of my chair and tinkered with the VCR. But it did not work. None of the buttons responded to my pressing. Finally, I burst into anger and gave the recorder a hard blow. (Women and technology * g *) That was a mistake. Because suddenly the device started to glow and gave me a not bad power surge. As if it wanted to take revenge on me. It went black before my eyes and I felt myself slide away.
When I woke up, a person was hunched over me. I was frightened and wanted to start screaming, but the figure said: "No, please don't. I don't want to hurt you." And actually something in me kept me from screaming. I eyed the person. It was dark and only the flickering television screen lit the room slightly. It was a boy, somewhere between 16 and 18. It was totally weird. On the one hand he looked familiar to me, on the other hand I was sure I had never met him before in my life.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?" I finally managed to get out. "Unfortunately I can't answer the second question," said the guy. "I was on my way to see a friend when suddenly something similar to a vortex popped up and sucked me in. The next thing I can remember is that I was here."
I looked at him suspiciously. "And my first question?" I chopped off.
"Oh, I can actually answer that. My name is Trunks Briefs."
To be continued ...