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Fanfic: Ewige Einsamkeit - Kapitel 2
Chapter: Eternal Solitude - Chapter 2
Eternal Solitude - Chapter 2
So I decided to finish the second part before my departure. The third will definitely come later. I had to hurry, but I still hope that you like the second part too.
And many thanks to all the people who always write such nice comments.
Chapter 2
Bulma was lying in a soft bed when she woke up. The whole room she was in was shrouded in deep darkness. She tried to look around wearily. But whatever she did, she was unable to recognize anything, where was she?
She carefully tries to sit up until she felt a sharp pain in her hand.
She quickly sank back into the pillow and stared at her hand. What was it that happened? Why was she wearing a bandage on her hand?
Bulma tried convulsively to think. * Yamcha .. *
Suddenly the memory hit her like a blow.
Yamcha had betrayed her, whereupon she smashed a picture of him with her fist in anger. After that, she lost a lot of blood and collapsed.
But where was she now? Was she home
Slowly, Bulma's eyes began to get used to the darkness and she could see the outlines of the objects in the room.
No, she wasn't home! She was in a much smaller room that was poorly furnished.
She recognized the outline of a table and chairs that stood around it. A closet, a small television, on the ceiling of the room and a kind of bedside table. On top of it was a vase and a small lamp.
Bulma stretched out her left arm and flicked the switch on the lamp, whereupon the room grew significantly brighter.
She looked at her bandaged hand again and saw that the bandage had a red-brownish color in some places.
Sighing, she stared at the ceiling of the room and continued to think. What should she do now?
* Yamcha, you idiot. How can you do this to me? I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! * A wave of new tears wanted to rise in her, but Bulma refused to let her. She didn't want to cry anymore. No, not because of that fool. She chased away all her thoughts, and now finally drew a line.
Still rather tired, she yawned. * I seem pretty finished. I better sleep a while longer. * With this thought she switched off the light again and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
******
It was dark, everything was black. Where was she? She looked around but couldn't see anything. She was alone, lonely, abandoned ...
She continued to look around fearfully. Empty. Eternal nothing.
Bulma felt terribly lonely and hung her head. Everything was quiet, not a single sound could be heard.Tears rolled down her cheeks and she put her hands over her face.
Suddenly she felt a warm breath on her neck. She wanted to turn around, but that wasn't necessary. She was torn around and pressed against a warm body. Bulma's breath caught, fear rose in her, but then she realized that there was no reason to be afraid.
She felt how strong arms gently embraced her and squeezed her tenderly. She looked up, she wanted to look the other person in the eye. But all she saw was a warm, hearty smile that lay on his lips. His eyes were covered in a black shadow. Slowly the two faces drew closer and sank into a long, tender kiss. All of her doubts and fears were blown away at once. She felt good again, she was no longer alone. Bulma wanted to open her eyes again, hoping to see his face now. But...
*****
When Bulma woke up again, she blinked her eyes in surprise. What had happened, where was this stranger who had just kissed her? Slowly she understood. * So it was just a dream. * Sighing, she closed her eyes again and hoped to dream of him again. But she didn't get to that. "Hey, Bulma sweetheart, don't go back to sleep right away.", Said a soft voice, and Bulma immediately recognized that it was her mother's voice.
She opened her eyes again and looked at her parents, who were sitting next to her on a chair.
"You finally woke up, I was really worried.", Her father spoke up. "How are you?"
Bulma gave a pained smile and answered briefly. “Good.” She sat up, trying to forget the pain in her hand. "Great, then we can go home again soon. I'd better get the doctor out." Ms. Briefs got up from her chair and immediately set off.A few minutes later, Bulma's mother entered the room again, followed by a doctor. After inquiring about Bulmas, he examined her injured hand. "Hmm ... Well that looks pretty good! All right, you can go home today, but you have to change your bandage all the time. I would say you will come back in three weeks, then I'll see how how far the wound has healed and when I can pull the stitches again. ", the doctor explained and put a new bandage around Bulma's hand. Then he talked to Bulma's parents again, while she got up and got changed and packed a few things. Then they set off ...
Vegeta yawned tiredly, it was seven o'clock and time to train. He dragged himself out of bed and pulled on his blue tracksuit. Then he made his way to the kitchen and first of all allowed himself a long meal.
Then he made his way to the GR. He opened the door and went inside the room. He walked over to the display and increased the gravity to 250G. Immediately he felt a small jolt that went through his body. Vegeta was not impressed and decided to increase the gravity a bit. Now the GR 300G prevailed and Vegeta began his training.
It had already been two days when he saw the bleeding Bulma. He had then disappeared into his room and had to keep thinking about how she had looked at him. So helpless and pleading. When he wanted to get his head free of gloomy thoughts again, he told himself that he wasn't interested in her after all and that he didn't care what happened to her. Then he went to sleep and when he woke up the next morning he was alone in the house. But he had found a note in the kitchen that said Bulma was in the hospital, that her parents would stay with her overnight and that he shouldn't worry about Bulma. To care!He and worries. Vegeta had laughed about it and then made himself something to eat.
* How is she doing now? Has she come to? OH VEGETA YOU IDIOT! STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT WOMAN, YOU HAVE TO EXERCISE. * Angry that he couldn't control his thoughts, he continued to train. But whatever he did, he just couldn't forget her. He remembered the dream he had last night. In his dream, Bulma had appeared to him, she had lay on the floor and called his name over and over again. But he had passed her with his head held high.
Vegeta was torn from his thoughts when he heard the screeching of car tires. He immediately felt for the auras and realized that Bulma and her parents had returned.
So that's it again. It's gotten pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it despite everything. SweetBulma-chan
So I decided to finish the second part before my departure. The third will definitely come later. I had to hurry, but I still hope that you like the second part too.
And many thanks to all the people who always write such nice comments.
Chapter 2
Bulma was lying in a soft bed when she woke up. The whole room she was in was shrouded in deep darkness. She tried to look around wearily. But whatever she did, she was unable to recognize anything, where was she?
She carefully tries to sit up until she felt a sharp pain in her hand.
She quickly sank back into the pillow and stared at her hand. What was it that happened? Why was she wearing a bandage on her hand?
Bulma tried convulsively to think. * Yamcha .. *
Suddenly the memory hit her like a blow.
Yamcha had betrayed her, whereupon she smashed a picture of him with her fist in anger. After that, she lost a lot of blood and collapsed.
But where was she now? Was she home
Slowly, Bulma's eyes began to get used to the darkness and she could see the outlines of the objects in the room.
No, she wasn't home! She was in a much smaller room that was poorly furnished.
She recognized the outline of a table and chairs that stood around it. A closet, a small television, on the ceiling of the room and a kind of bedside table. On top of it was a vase and a small lamp.
Bulma stretched out her left arm and flicked the switch on the lamp, whereupon the room grew significantly brighter.
She looked at her bandaged hand again and saw that the bandage had a red-brownish color in some places.
Sighing, she stared at the ceiling of the room and continued to think. What should she do now?
* Yamcha, you idiot. How can you do this to me? I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! * A wave of new tears wanted to rise in her, but Bulma refused to let her. She didn't want to cry anymore. No, not because of that fool. She chased away all her thoughts, and now finally drew a line.
Still rather tired, she yawned. * I seem pretty finished. I better sleep a while longer. * With this thought she switched off the light again and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
******
It was dark, everything was black. Where was she? She looked around but couldn't see anything. She was alone, lonely, abandoned ...
She continued to look around fearfully. Empty. Eternal nothing.
Bulma felt terribly lonely and hung her head. Everything was quiet, not a single sound could be heard.Tears rolled down her cheeks and she put her hands over her face.
Suddenly she felt a warm breath on her neck. She wanted to turn around, but that wasn't necessary. She was torn around and pressed against a warm body. Bulma's breath caught, fear rose in her, but then she realized that there was no reason to be afraid.
She felt how strong arms gently embraced her and squeezed her tenderly. She looked up, she wanted to look the other person in the eye. But all she saw was a warm, hearty smile that lay on his lips. His eyes were covered in a black shadow. Slowly the two faces drew closer and sank into a long, tender kiss. All of her doubts and fears were blown away at once. She felt good again, she was no longer alone. Bulma wanted to open her eyes again, hoping to see his face now. But...
*****
When Bulma woke up again, she blinked her eyes in surprise. What had happened, where was this stranger who had just kissed her? Slowly she understood. * So it was just a dream. * Sighing, she closed her eyes again and hoped to dream of him again. But she didn't get to that. "Hey, Bulma sweetheart, don't go back to sleep right away.", Said a soft voice, and Bulma immediately recognized that it was her mother's voice.
She opened her eyes again and looked at her parents, who were sitting next to her on a chair.
"You finally woke up, I was really worried.", Her father spoke up. "How are you?"
Bulma gave a pained smile and answered briefly. “Good.” She sat up, trying to forget the pain in her hand. "Great, then we can go home again soon. I'd better get the doctor out." Ms. Briefs got up from her chair and immediately set off.A few minutes later, Bulma's mother entered the room again, followed by a doctor. After inquiring about Bulmas, he examined her injured hand. "Hmm ... Well that looks pretty good! All right, you can go home today, but you have to change your bandage all the time. I would say you will come back in three weeks, then I'll see how how far the wound has healed and when I can pull the stitches again. ", the doctor explained and put a new bandage around Bulma's hand. Then he talked to Bulma's parents again, while she got up and got changed and packed a few things. Then they set off ...
Vegeta yawned tiredly, it was seven o'clock and time to train. He dragged himself out of bed and pulled on his blue tracksuit. Then he made his way to the kitchen and first of all allowed himself a long meal.
Then he made his way to the GR. He opened the door and went inside the room. He walked over to the display and increased the gravity to 250G. Immediately he felt a small jolt that went through his body. Vegeta was not impressed and decided to increase the gravity a bit. Now the GR 300G prevailed and Vegeta began his training.
It had already been two days when he saw the bleeding Bulma. He had then disappeared into his room and had to keep thinking about how she had looked at him. So helpless and pleading. When he wanted to get his head free of gloomy thoughts again, he told himself that he wasn't interested in her after all and that he didn't care what happened to her. Then he went to sleep and when he woke up the next morning he was alone in the house. But he had found a note in the kitchen that said Bulma was in the hospital, that her parents would stay with her overnight and that he shouldn't worry about Bulma. To care!He and worries. Vegeta had laughed about it and then made himself something to eat.
* How is she doing now? Has she come to? OH VEGETA YOU IDIOT! STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT WOMAN, YOU HAVE TO EXERCISE. * Angry that he couldn't control his thoughts, he continued to train. But whatever he did, he just couldn't forget her. He remembered the dream he had last night. In his dream, Bulma had appeared to him, she had lay on the floor and called his name over and over again. But he had passed her with his head held high.
Vegeta was torn from his thoughts when he heard the screeching of car tires. He immediately felt for the auras and realized that Bulma and her parents had returned.
So that's it again. It's gotten pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it despite everything. SweetBulma-chan