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Fanfic: Fortsetzungsroman Teil3 "Auf zur Gruppentherapie"
Chapter: Continuation novel part 3 "On to group therapy"
Continuation novel part 3 "On to group therapy!"
Hm ... In Goku and ChiChi's marriage it seems to be in dire straits. I don't think it would be too much of a comfort to both of them if they knew that they weren't the only ones there ... A few thousand kilometers away, to be precise in the western capital ... if you take it very seriously, in the house of the Family Briefs ...
"Vegeta! You bloody asshole!" Bulma's marksmanship was remarkable ... at least when you consider that her target was a well-trained Saiyan. Various objects, from cream jars to pots and pans to vases, flew towards the prince ... about one in five met. "Bulma ... now wait a minute ... at least listen ..." - "Oh no! You listen! That's enough for me! Sure ?! Either you take part in the therapy ... or the G-room is history! Your constant destructiveness ... unbearable! "At the last words a particularly thick book flew to Vegeta ... he ducked ... and the cupboard was history.And if it was up to Bulma, the G-room, which Vegeta loved so much, would soon follow suit. By the way ... the title of the book was appropriately '1. 000 tips for marriage problems' ...
A week later ... three badly broken husbands made their way to their first therapy session. Three? Yes exactly, three. Kuririn had it too. He himself was not aware of any guilt ... only his wife saw it a little differently. Logical ... otherwise he wouldn't be here now. Therapy ... such a cheese! Of course, the women were also part of the party ... but a separate session was announced for today ... so now two groups crept through the corridors of the 'Center for Psychotherapy and Family Therapy'. One ... the women, full of zest for action and hopes ... the other, the men, with a lot of bad mood ... and everyone with more or less the same fear. Because all women had said roughly the same thing ... 'Either the therapy helps, or our partnership is over!'Let us now dedicate ourselves to the men ...
First impression of the therapy center: silly, childish ... just hideous ... Small works by therapy participants were exhibited everywhere. Window pictures, vases, small carpets ... "If we should also do shit like that, then they can experience something!" Kuririn glanced briefly at Vegeta ... "Oh ... see it positively ... can also be quite funny , isn't it, Son-Goku? ”From Goku came only an incomprehensible grumble. Of all of them, he had digested his wife's threat the worst. ChiChi was really going to get a divorce ... she wasn't just saying that. It was different with Bulma and 18-18. The two exploded several times ... but ChiChi ... Goku sighed. Since the other two obviously didn't want to contribute to the 'conversation', Kuririn continued talking ... like a waterfall. Vegeta already had a clue why the woman's bald head had popped the collar. "Well ... you hear interesting things about such therapies.They dig deep into the past ... and hypnosis ... sometimes such a session is also recorded on video for posterity ... "Room 356 ... they opened the door ... and presented the catastrophe for posterity The therapist ... Dude ... hm, between 60 and seemingly dead ... about the size of Vegeta ... with an annual make-up production on his face ... and carrot-red hair. "Ah ... there are the gentlemen. Come on in my loved ones ... just don't be shy! Everyone here has exactly the same problems ... Problems in marriage ... and in bed ... "Such a sugar-sweet voice ... brrr. The parade model of a grandmother ..." Have a seat, my darling. Today we want to fathom your deepest feelings ... also those for your wives ... and of course your wishes and dreams ... "Kuririn looked nervously around ... besides him and his two friends there were twelve other husbands there. .. all very limp types. Even by Kuririn's standards. Goku suddenly started to cry ... obviously the grandma had hit a sore spot on him."It's good my boy ... let it out!" Grandma interfered everywhere too. Vegeta then snorted contemptuously ... the other twelve nodded understandingly ... and Kuririn, who had not listened at all, pictured the next two weeks with horror. That is how long the therapy should last ...
So much of me. I have no idea who is writing the sequel ... Please ask VidelZ, she has a plan.
But it goes on, don't worry!