Translation
Fanfic: backe, backe Kuchen
Chapter: bake bake cake
I'm trying to put the second part online for the sixth time ... I hope it works now ^ _ ^ And a big apology to everyone who read my first ff. Of course Trunks plays with Son Goten and not with Son Gohan
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"I'm definitely not going to take part, are they kidding me?" Vegeta shouted beside herself with anger. "So calm down," Bulma tried to appease him. "Come on, dad, all fathers are involved," Trunks begged - in vain
"Doesn't come in the bag, definitely not, I'm not discussing it with a child"
"With YOUR child" Bulma talked to him "come on your Highness that will be fun for sure"
"Exactly, besides, that's unfair dad, Son Goten's father is also involved" Trunks began to cry. "I don't care if Son Goku is there with ... WHAT ??? Son Goku also takes part in this competition?"
Vegeta thought about it, because who goes with Son Goku there….He didn't want people to think he couldn't handle such baby stuff if even a wooden head like Son Goku could do it.
Vegeta cleared his throat, "Well, if that's the case, I'll do it with" "Yipiiiiie" Trunks cheered, relieved, glad not to be the only one without a father and perhaps to have to embarrass himself. "Not so hasty, buddy," Vegeta quickly interrupted his outburst of joy. "We train hard for the rest of the day and I don't tolerate any excuses" "It's good," replied Trunks and marched towards the GR room. Bulma meanwhile almost choked on her convulsions of laughter. "Oh God" she gasped, "I absolutely need a camera and I have to call my girlfriend right away, she never believes me in life - Vegeta wants to bake a cake -.
3 days later, on the day of the summer festival
"Where is Son Goten" Trunks asked curiously. The summer party was a nice change - not as great as a fight against a strong opponent, but quite nice.A large stage was set up in the middle of the meadow. There all classes in the lower and upper grades would make their contribution in the form of plays or songs. Including Trunks and Son Goten. All around was a sufficient buffet, fully loaded with the most delicious delicacies and an empty table where the parents' cakes should be on top. "Excited?" Asked Bulma with a smile. Trunks shook his head quickly. A little too fast to be believable but when it comes to showing weakness, he was very much like his father. She glanced inconspicuously at Vegeta, whom she had actually gotten to put on a black suit after a long debate. Although he tightened suspiciously tight around his muscular body, he just looked incredibly good in it.
"Bulma, Bulma here we are" That shout came from behind a large crowd and few
Seconds later you could see Chichi heading towards her, totally excited, with Son Goku and Son Goten in tow.Even Son Goku was dutifully tucked into a baigen suit, although you could see that it was not exactly comfortable for him. Before you could know it, Trunks and Son Goten were already together and whispering with conspiratorial looks to the bet. Sometimes Bulma would really give everything to know what the two were always up to. Vegeta looked at the situation coolly and a little condescendingly as always, while Son Goku dismissed everything with an innocent grin. "Please listen to everything," a loud woman's voice squealed through a microphone that was placed lonely and abandoned in the middle of the stage. Within half a minute she managed to get everyone's attention and thus to greet the assembled crowd. One after the other, the different classes appeared and showed what they had practiced for almost three months without a break. Until now Trunks class finally appeared. They performed the story of a little hero who saved the world in the fight against the devil Piccolo, but what made Bulma almost incandescent, some emaciated little boy played the hero and her poor drinker played the devil Piccolo (Son Goten was for one Main role still a year too young).Her son, however, seemed visibly amused by the role and she pleaded with Dende that he wouldn't actually set something ablaze out of sheer enthusiasm. However, it turned out reasonably well and she could proudly say that Trunks had held up well. Now came the part she had been looking forward to most in three days - the cooking competition. All fathers were invited to the stage, which had been converted into a small cooking studio during a 15-minute break, and were given a name tag. You now had a total of three hours to get an edible cake.
How often you started a new attempt did not matter, the materials were also provided in sufficient quantities. The main prize, however, was a surprise ........
sequel follows.......
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"I'm definitely not going to take part, are they kidding me?" Vegeta shouted beside herself with anger. "So calm down," Bulma tried to appease him. "Come on, dad, all fathers are involved," Trunks begged - in vain
"Doesn't come in the bag, definitely not, I'm not discussing it with a child"
"With YOUR child" Bulma talked to him "come on your Highness that will be fun for sure"
"Exactly, besides, that's unfair dad, Son Goten's father is also involved" Trunks began to cry. "I don't care if Son Goku is there with ... WHAT ??? Son Goku also takes part in this competition?"
Vegeta thought about it, because who goes with Son Goku there….He didn't want people to think he couldn't handle such baby stuff if even a wooden head like Son Goku could do it.
Vegeta cleared his throat, "Well, if that's the case, I'll do it with" "Yipiiiiie" Trunks cheered, relieved, glad not to be the only one without a father and perhaps to have to embarrass himself. "Not so hasty, buddy," Vegeta quickly interrupted his outburst of joy. "We train hard for the rest of the day and I don't tolerate any excuses" "It's good," replied Trunks and marched towards the GR room. Bulma meanwhile almost choked on her convulsions of laughter. "Oh God" she gasped, "I absolutely need a camera and I have to call my girlfriend right away, she never believes me in life - Vegeta wants to bake a cake -.
3 days later, on the day of the summer festival
"Where is Son Goten" Trunks asked curiously. The summer party was a nice change - not as great as a fight against a strong opponent, but quite nice.A large stage was set up in the middle of the meadow. There all classes in the lower and upper grades would make their contribution in the form of plays or songs. Including Trunks and Son Goten. All around was a sufficient buffet, fully loaded with the most delicious delicacies and an empty table where the parents' cakes should be on top. "Excited?" Asked Bulma with a smile. Trunks shook his head quickly. A little too fast to be believable but when it comes to showing weakness, he was very much like his father. She glanced inconspicuously at Vegeta, whom she had actually gotten to put on a black suit after a long debate. Although he tightened suspiciously tight around his muscular body, he just looked incredibly good in it.
"Bulma, Bulma here we are" That shout came from behind a large crowd and few
Seconds later you could see Chichi heading towards her, totally excited, with Son Goku and Son Goten in tow.Even Son Goku was dutifully tucked into a baigen suit, although you could see that it was not exactly comfortable for him. Before you could know it, Trunks and Son Goten were already together and whispering with conspiratorial looks to the bet. Sometimes Bulma would really give everything to know what the two were always up to. Vegeta looked at the situation coolly and a little condescendingly as always, while Son Goku dismissed everything with an innocent grin. "Please listen to everything," a loud woman's voice squealed through a microphone that was placed lonely and abandoned in the middle of the stage. Within half a minute she managed to get everyone's attention and thus to greet the assembled crowd. One after the other, the different classes appeared and showed what they had practiced for almost three months without a break. Until now Trunks class finally appeared. They performed the story of a little hero who saved the world in the fight against the devil Piccolo, but what made Bulma almost incandescent, some emaciated little boy played the hero and her poor drinker played the devil Piccolo (Son Goten was for one Main role still a year too young).Her son, however, seemed visibly amused by the role and she pleaded with Dende that he wouldn't actually set something ablaze out of sheer enthusiasm. However, it turned out reasonably well and she could proudly say that Trunks had held up well. Now came the part she had been looking forward to most in three days - the cooking competition. All fathers were invited to the stage, which had been converted into a small cooking studio during a 15-minute break, and were given a name tag. You now had a total of three hours to get an edible cake.
How often you started a new attempt did not matter, the materials were also provided in sufficient quantities. The main prize, however, was a surprise ........
sequel follows.......