Hello World!


* cough * Yes, uh ... aaaaalsooo ... * scrapbooking *




It all started on a Sunday. I still remember exactly. Happy and unsuspecting, I strolled through the rainy city. Of course, all the while writing "My bed, your bed", absolutely clear. But then it happened! A light streamed through me, my eyes went black and I felt a terrible pain. By the time I understood what was happening around me, it was already too late. They circled me. They surrounded me. They had me in their power ... these slimy, slippery beings, beings from another world ... AND THEY STOLE ME MY STORY !!!!




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* cough * Yes, that's why I'm so late again this time! * smiiile * credible, right?




No one, honestly, sorry that I'm so late again, but I wanted to end my story with this part. Again nothing there.I'm so sorry, but nothing there. I thought, since you've been waiting for ages anyway, I'll just leave it as it is, put this part out and then go on. So there`s another part. Maybe two, you never know ... Aliens are everywhere ...




And now there are things that I have to clarify: Aaaaalsooo, I don't know who it was anymore, who thought this story takes place in the time when there are already trunks, but - THAT'S WRONG! No, no, no, that's just a stupid idea how Bulma and Vegeta could have gotten together, so please don't think the two are already together, happy and blah, blah, blah. Total bullshit!




Next: Why did Mr. and Mrs. Briefs try the machine at night? They didn't want Bulmchen to know that they had such a machine ready, it should be a surprise! And since they wanted to try them out on Bulma, that was actually only possible at night! ...Okay, if this explanation is still illogical, just keep it in mind - ARTIST'S FREEDOM !!! * smiiile *




Furthermore: The thing with Freezerlein can or better of course never could happen. But the idea just buzzed in my head and I simply ignored the fact that it was unrealistic and that Veggi Freezer could not have gotten to know under THESE circumstances. And otherwise ... - ARTIST'S FREEDOM !!! * griiiins *




Okay, I think this is my longest foreword this time. But (don't) worry, there will be a longer time with the next part. For the preface, however, I have said everything, I just hope you give me - as always - my brilliant lateness and have fun and enough reading material on my story. Therefore - thank you for being loyal and:




HAVE FUN!


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My bed, your bed (8)




'Only three times ... three times ... three ... times ...' It echoed in her head and sat down.She heard it over and over again. Only three times. Three out of about seven times. How was that possible? Why only three times? Bulma was still staring at her father and not moving. She wasn't able to do that at the moment. The question was much more buzzing in her head. But as much as she wore her head for an explanation, she couldn't find one. She just didn't find any. “Honey?” She was suddenly torn from her thoughts and looked at her mother with blank eyes. "Is everything okay?" "Yes ... yes ...", she mumbled a little absently and swallowed. At last she seemed to recover. "But ... Ma, Dad ... maybe you just ... didn't turn the machine off?" She asked hopefully, looking at the old professor. He shook his head. "Even if it is on, you know, darling, that it still couldn't work. You have to enter the commands, the machine only reacts when you actuate it." And whether she knew that. After all, Bulma was a genius.But everything seemed so illogical to her that she had to ask this question anyway. But ... then what was the explanation? Then why didn't this bed story end? "Hmm ... what are we going to do now, dear?" Asked Mrs. Briefs in a high voice and smiled. "I don't know," mumbled Bulma, still a little confused, and picked up the machine again. On the spur of the moment she opened the cover of the case and tore a red cable inside. "What are you doing there, honey?" Asked her father with a slight horror in his eyes (after all, it's his masterpiece, as he said ...) and watched Bulma's deed. "I'll turn it off for good," she said curtly and put the invention back on the shelf. Her father did not reply. "Well, now you know, dear. It's a shame that the machine doesn't work properly, otherwise it would have been a really great invention and ..." Bulma stopped listening to her mother. It didn't make any sense.Could this 'great invention' really have made itself independent? If so, she was no longer able to do so, since she had recently wiped out her life. But somehow ... everything was so unreal. Something was still missing. Something she didn't know yet. "... at least nothing will happen now, will it, my sunshine?" Bulma looked up absent-mindedly and looked at her mother. "Yes, ma, definitely ..." 'Vegeta. 'With a jerk she remembered the black-haired man. 'Vegeta. 'She had completely forgotten about him. She had to tell him about it too. Who would care more than her fellow sufferer? With a jerk she turned and stormed out of the laboratory. "But, dear, what have ...?" "Thanks, Ma! I know!" As fast as she could, she ran down the corridors of the Capsule Coperation. (If you ask me, this phrase repeats itself.) 'Oh man, how do I teach him this? How do I tell him that? What am I telling him anyway? 'Feeling uncomfortable, she marched into Vegeta's room. "Vegeta!You won't ... "She broke off and staggered back a little confused. Vegeta glared at her." Please shut the door while you're trampling in here! "Bulma's eyes widened and we stared at the sayajin steadfastly. 'Damn, I forgot that he wanted to take a shower ..." she mused, fighting her blush ..." "Close the door! ", he growled and let himself fall on the chair next to his table with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Bulma obeyed, closed the door and tried hard not to look at parts of his body that put her in a more embarrassing situation." when she was already. "Uh ... because of bed ... parents ... machine ... broken ... teleport ...", she muttered in jerks and now her cheeks turned pink. Vegeta was her embarrassment not escaped and so he couldn't help but grin. "I don't understand you," he said as confidently as possible, "you'd better come a little closer so that I can hear every single word."Bulma tried to shake off her discomfort, resolutely walked up to the Sayajin and sat down on the table, as the only chair in the room was already occupied by Vegeta." Vegeta, about the matter, "she mumbled, pointing to his bed." I want to be brief: My parents invented a little machine that, due to a mistake and other things, always brought us into the same pen dungeon. “'Bulma, look into his eyes, don't look anywhere else!' She admonished herself as her gaze wandered down threateningly close. She swallowed briefly and tried to find his black eyes again. 'If at least he wouldn't sit there with his legs apart "Aha," he replied, staring blankly at her. "I turned it off, or rather, the machine is no longer with us. So everything should be all right now, "she mumbled hastily and already looked at his lips, which amused Vegeta very much. She quickly jumped up again and dashed to the door."Well then, good ..." "Wait a minute," he called and was already standing next to her. "No more nights together, are you sure?" He whispered. Reluctantly she nodded and started another attempt to escape, which immediately failed because Vegeta pulled her back by the shoulders. "No more woman next to me?" He asked even more quietly and Bulma wondered if he was breathing so deeply and let her feel his breath. 'Maybe I should also tell him that the machine probably went into business for itself ... although, no, it's over now anyway. 'A smile spread across her lips. 'Finally over ...' And then suddenly her expression turned serious again. 'Is that good? 'She felt his grip loosen. "Okay, that's fine. I thought that would never go away." "Hm," she replied and was half out of the room when she heard him call her name again. She turned around. "What is it?" She asked, staring at him. He grinned."And - do you feel like taking a shower now?" 'Yes! “No!” And with a jerk she slammed the door.




Vegeta yawned as he dropped listlessly on his bed. He wondered why he had hardly trained today and tossed and turned restlessly. "I hate that ..." he muttered as his memories made their way and tried to surface. With a jerk he sat up again and let his gaze wander around the room. It was cool. The room temperature left a lot to be desired as he had turned off the heating himself a few hours ago. He found it more comfortable, even though he had hardly thought about what was comfortable and what wasn't. With a serious expression he got up again and went to the window. He watched the dark clouds that were brewing into a mixture and threatening storms. And a short time later it started to rain. He sighed, barely audible, and sat down on the windowsill.His head seemed unfathomably heavy and so he leaned it against the pane. It was the first time in a long time that something like sadness showed on his face. And it was also the first time that something like 'lonely' slumbered around in his vocabulary. He had suppressed it. He had suppressed everything. His whole life, including trying to devote himself entirely to combat. The game of life and death. And he often wished for the second one. 'I couldn't have guessed that someone would interfere with me ...' The drops pounded loudly against the pane and Vegeta followed the individual traces of rain that seeped down the glass. His body slowly relaxed. 'And an earth woman at that ...' His gaze wandered back up to the sky, which was now completely black. There was no trace of nightly clarity. Again he sighed, barely audible, and