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Fanfic: DIE LETZTE STUFE Kapitel1: Tranding
Chapter: THE FINAL LEVEL Chapter 1: Trading
And here it is again, your Master of Science ...
Chapter 1: Trending
The seemingly confused guy swallowed slowly and while his Adam's apple was moving, the beads of sweat flowed down his throat in streams. Again the man with the upright black hair raised the drinking vessel to his lips and drank a few gulps. His eyes, which were closed for the moment, often reflected arrogance and pride. Properties that not everyone has, especially since it can be said that these are not good skills. But what else was reflected in it? Just courage, determination, strength and confusion? No, love too. Love for his wife, love for his children, love for battle and love for the world. Exactly his wife loved the devious little fellow that Vegeta was. Often enough he thought back to the hours at night with her. Lying naked under the warm, soft blanket, cuddling between the shadows ... The events often lingered in his head for a long time.The most serious thing was his fight against the demon Boo. A fight that could not be won. Hatred streamed into his eyes when he thought of Goku. Yes, this guy was one of a kind! He enumerated further characteristics and was horrified, hungry, tired, strength, trust, ... and something else in his voice that cannot be interpreted. The soft sound of melting butter, a rounding off of language, against which his sounded hard and imperious. And that was exactly what he hated, he was a prince and that Saiyan Nobody was ... exactly, a nobody. Yet nobody can often do great things! He hated his title and loved it too. An eternally blazing fire would still surround the two Ri Wahlen. He set down the transparent, shimmering blue bottle wildly, wiped his mouth dry and stared at the training robot attacking again. With a kick of anger, he let the machine stagger back a little. He was amazed. Usually Bulma had made the inventions invincible and ... how was that possible?Had he really gotten that strong? Was hatred his key to power? He performed a somersault to avoid the next attack. The machine hit the void with its tentacles. With a bitter battle cry, Vegeta rushed onto the device and ran the edge of his hand over the steel back. It cracked and a hell of a pain tormented his hand. A large scratch scratched the robot, but nothing else had damaged its titanium shell. The warrior looked in amazement at his apparently broken hand. But not quite right with the anger, he thought briefly and was knocked back by a tentacle. Another pain ran through his chest. There was a metallic roar when the robot struck ... he ducked to avoid the next attack and kicked the enemy in the steel belly. It staggered back undamaged. Apparently he too had weak points. Aha, thought Vegeta finally understanding, I have to direct my energy to the weak spots of the gener!He didn't want to let the mechanical thing get to work spun around. In one leap he was there and hit the creature's stomach with his clenched fist. He smiled because his blow had drained all his energy. When he took out his fist, some of the paneling on the edge of the shell crumbled off and the warrior struck astonishingly afterwards, but nothing happened this time.
"Shit like that!" he roared and a kinhook thawed him devastatingly.
So I don't know about you, but I like the part ... Please write comments. (How often have you heard this sentence before? And how often have you already written comments about it? Alos is finally writing!)
Chapter 1: Trending
The seemingly confused guy swallowed slowly and while his Adam's apple was moving, the beads of sweat flowed down his throat in streams. Again the man with the upright black hair raised the drinking vessel to his lips and drank a few gulps. His eyes, which were closed for the moment, often reflected arrogance and pride. Properties that not everyone has, especially since it can be said that these are not good skills. But what else was reflected in it? Just courage, determination, strength and confusion? No, love too. Love for his wife, love for his children, love for battle and love for the world. Exactly his wife loved the devious little fellow that Vegeta was. Often enough he thought back to the hours at night with her. Lying naked under the warm, soft blanket, cuddling between the shadows ... The events often lingered in his head for a long time.The most serious thing was his fight against the demon Boo. A fight that could not be won. Hatred streamed into his eyes when he thought of Goku. Yes, this guy was one of a kind! He enumerated further characteristics and was horrified, hungry, tired, strength, trust, ... and something else in his voice that cannot be interpreted. The soft sound of melting butter, a rounding off of language, against which his sounded hard and imperious. And that was exactly what he hated, he was a prince and that Saiyan Nobody was ... exactly, a nobody. Yet nobody can often do great things! He hated his title and loved it too. An eternally blazing fire would still surround the two Ri Wahlen. He set down the transparent, shimmering blue bottle wildly, wiped his mouth dry and stared at the training robot attacking again. With a kick of anger, he let the machine stagger back a little. He was amazed. Usually Bulma had made the inventions invincible and ... how was that possible?Had he really gotten that strong? Was hatred his key to power? He performed a somersault to avoid the next attack. The machine hit the void with its tentacles. With a bitter battle cry, Vegeta rushed onto the device and ran the edge of his hand over the steel back. It cracked and a hell of a pain tormented his hand. A large scratch scratched the robot, but nothing else had damaged its titanium shell. The warrior looked in amazement at his apparently broken hand. But not quite right with the anger, he thought briefly and was knocked back by a tentacle. Another pain ran through his chest. There was a metallic roar when the robot struck ... he ducked to avoid the next attack and kicked the enemy in the steel belly. It staggered back undamaged. Apparently he too had weak points. Aha, thought Vegeta finally understanding, I have to direct my energy to the weak spots of the gener!He didn't want to let the mechanical thing get to work spun around. In one leap he was there and hit the creature's stomach with his clenched fist. He smiled because his blow had drained all his energy. When he took out his fist, some of the paneling on the edge of the shell crumbled off and the warrior struck astonishingly afterwards, but nothing happened this time.
"Shit like that!" he roared and a kinhook thawed him devastatingly.
So I don't know about you, but I like the part ... Please write comments. (How often have you heard this sentence before? And how often have you already written comments about it? Alos is finally writing!)