Translation
Fanfic: Spiegelzeit Teil 1 - Der Schatten
Chapter: Mirror time part 1 - The shadow
Mirror time part 1 - The shadow
I just want to say quickly that this is my first FF. So don't be so strict (please ignore the spelling hehe * gulp *) Well then, have fun reading:
"Am I going crazy or what ?!" Trunks whispered, stunned. He was sure to have seen a shadow just now, exactly where a horrified and almost stupid looking 17-year-old boy with wide blue eyes was staring at him. A bang caused him to break free from his stupor and an all-too-familiar voice said loudly: "Do you find yourself so irresistible or why are you staring at your reflection in a hypnotized manner?" Son-goten, Trunks` best friend leaned against the edge of the door and watched his friend grinning up and down. Trunks opened his mouth to tell Goten about the shadow but closed it again immediately. No, if he was wrong now everyone would just think he was totally crazy and he wasn't even sure whether a white straitjacket wouldn't suit him much better than his black T-shirt on the big and wide ` Capsul 'stood.Dark shadows that haunt you? He could literally see his father's face in front of him. Vegeta sees him with that do-what-I-say-or-I'll-bring-you-around look and ... bursts into laughter. Trunks sighed. "Trunks honey I'm really worried!" Goten said sarcastically. Trunks rose from the bed. What was wrong with him, normally he wasn't that thoughtful and especially not that worried about a * little * hallucination (if he only knew, hehe ...). The two said goodbye to Bulma, fled from Vegeta and finally managed to land safely and on time in the city. “Seriously, what's wrong with you?” Goten now seemed genuinely concerned. ^ If only I knew it ^ Trunks thought, but replied: "I don't have a bearing. Somehow I feel so tired and limp. I guess it's not my day." At least that wasn't a lie. "Do you want to go home?" Goten asked further. The person addressed answered irritably "Oh what. I'm not sitting around at home because of such a lapalie."^ What does he think of me ?! ^ (On this point, it should be emphasized that Trunks, although he always denies it, has probably inherited` a little` pride from Veggie. But don't worry, Trunks, we won't tell anyone else * g *) The rendezvous with the two girls went quite well, even though Trunks wasn't very talkative, but that didn't seem to bother them as they were busy enough to put their spoons of ice cream into their mouths without any problems while they worked their arm muscles by Trunks and Goten `(Ahem yes you can call it that ...). On the way home it happened while the two of them were walking past a couple of shop windows (you can't fly in the middle of town) Trunks sensed something. It was like a cold breath that brushed his neck, he could hear a faint whisper like from a thousand voices. Goten, who meanwhile had something happened, didn't seem to notice anything. Trunks looked panicked about something deep inside him was touched by this soft whisper heard and made to sound.The beads of sweat stood on his forehead as he slowly turned his head and saw the shadow slowly taking shape in one of the shop windows. The black clouds of mist flowed closer and closer together. They seemed to be alive. Soon an almost human figure could be seen and Trunks looked into the bright green eyes of a red-haired girl who couldn't have been much older than 16. She smiled coldly at him. Her clothes were completely black. Deeper than the blackest night and impossible as it seemed, there was something evil in the color itself. They still wafted around the fog swings like creatures that slowly wrapped themselves around their narrow bodies. Yet despite the malice, Trunks felt magically drawn to her. Her green eyes looked at him dismissively. Trunks couldn't move. Infinitely slowly, as if she wanted to give him the chance to flee, she raised her slender, pale hand and stretched it in his direction.
Trunks gasped and couldn't breathe. It was as if all his strength was being sucked out of his body. Slowly he sank to his knees. Her smile broadened. The last thing Trunks saw was her before he fell on the floor and was enveloped in a blackness that was just as deep and impenetrable as that of the dress the girl was wearing ...
Sequel follows....
So I hope you enjoyed it. I would be super happy if you write me a lot of Komis * hundeblickaufsetz *.
darksayajin :-P
I just want to say quickly that this is my first FF. So don't be so strict (please ignore the spelling hehe * gulp *) Well then, have fun reading:
"Am I going crazy or what ?!" Trunks whispered, stunned. He was sure to have seen a shadow just now, exactly where a horrified and almost stupid looking 17-year-old boy with wide blue eyes was staring at him. A bang caused him to break free from his stupor and an all-too-familiar voice said loudly: "Do you find yourself so irresistible or why are you staring at your reflection in a hypnotized manner?" Son-goten, Trunks` best friend leaned against the edge of the door and watched his friend grinning up and down. Trunks opened his mouth to tell Goten about the shadow but closed it again immediately. No, if he was wrong now everyone would just think he was totally crazy and he wasn't even sure whether a white straitjacket wouldn't suit him much better than his black T-shirt on the big and wide ` Capsul 'stood.Dark shadows that haunt you? He could literally see his father's face in front of him. Vegeta sees him with that do-what-I-say-or-I'll-bring-you-around look and ... bursts into laughter. Trunks sighed. "Trunks honey I'm really worried!" Goten said sarcastically. Trunks rose from the bed. What was wrong with him, normally he wasn't that thoughtful and especially not that worried about a * little * hallucination (if he only knew, hehe ...). The two said goodbye to Bulma, fled from Vegeta and finally managed to land safely and on time in the city. “Seriously, what's wrong with you?” Goten now seemed genuinely concerned. ^ If only I knew it ^ Trunks thought, but replied: "I don't have a bearing. Somehow I feel so tired and limp. I guess it's not my day." At least that wasn't a lie. "Do you want to go home?" Goten asked further. The person addressed answered irritably "Oh what. I'm not sitting around at home because of such a lapalie."^ What does he think of me ?! ^ (On this point, it should be emphasized that Trunks, although he always denies it, has probably inherited` a little` pride from Veggie. But don't worry, Trunks, we won't tell anyone else * g *) The rendezvous with the two girls went quite well, even though Trunks wasn't very talkative, but that didn't seem to bother them as they were busy enough to put their spoons of ice cream into their mouths without any problems while they worked their arm muscles by Trunks and Goten `(Ahem yes you can call it that ...). On the way home it happened while the two of them were walking past a couple of shop windows (you can't fly in the middle of town) Trunks sensed something. It was like a cold breath that brushed his neck, he could hear a faint whisper like from a thousand voices. Goten, who meanwhile had something happened, didn't seem to notice anything. Trunks looked panicked about something deep inside him was touched by this soft whisper heard and made to sound.The beads of sweat stood on his forehead as he slowly turned his head and saw the shadow slowly taking shape in one of the shop windows. The black clouds of mist flowed closer and closer together. They seemed to be alive. Soon an almost human figure could be seen and Trunks looked into the bright green eyes of a red-haired girl who couldn't have been much older than 16. She smiled coldly at him. Her clothes were completely black. Deeper than the blackest night and impossible as it seemed, there was something evil in the color itself. They still wafted around the fog swings like creatures that slowly wrapped themselves around their narrow bodies. Yet despite the malice, Trunks felt magically drawn to her. Her green eyes looked at him dismissively. Trunks couldn't move. Infinitely slowly, as if she wanted to give him the chance to flee, she raised her slender, pale hand and stretched it in his direction.
Trunks gasped and couldn't breathe. It was as if all his strength was being sucked out of his body. Slowly he sank to his knees. Her smile broadened. The last thing Trunks saw was her before he fell on the floor and was enveloped in a blackness that was just as deep and impenetrable as that of the dress the girl was wearing ...
Sequel follows....
So I hope you enjoyed it. I would be super happy if you write me a lot of Komis * hundeblickaufsetz *.
darksayajin :-P