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Fanfic: Bulma´s nächtlicher Besucher #3
Chapter: Bulma's nocturnal visitor # 3
Author: Keratessa
Address: Keratessa@aol.com
Hey you! Yes, listen and be amazed: KERATESSA FINALLY CONTINUED !!! So here comes the third part and I have the feeling that this part is a bit short, but I didn't want to make any more enemies than I already have, so I uploaded this part before. I hope that at least one of them will give me the waiting time * forgiveness begging * !!! Well, that's it! (Dende, when I write something, it always sounds so grown-up, when I tell something, I sound like a toddler) Well, well ... uh ... oh no matter!
P.S .: writing clerks would be the best gift you could give me ° ^ - ^ ° !!!
Bulma's nocturnal visitor # 3
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Vegeta didn't believe what he saw! He didn't want to believe it! He saw himself lying on the bed with his shirt open and in the arms of this blue-haired fury, whose nightgown was already wrinkled.After a while of silence, he found his language again. "What's going on here ?!" he asked, trying to growl in his usual grumpy tone! Now finally something was stirring on the bed. The second Vegeta straightened up and hissed: "I could ask you the same thing! Who are you?". When Bulma had overcome the shock of two Vegetas after a few moments, she jumped up from the bed and fled to her desk, because it was the same distance from both of them and after she had sat down on the polished table top, she watched each other glared at Vegetas exactly. "Now I understand your theater from this morning too, woman!", It sounded synchronously from both, whereby neither let the other out of sight. Bulma, whose gaze was still wandering back and forth between one and the other Vegeta, was visibly more and more confused. "But which one is the real one? You or you?" Vegeta, who is still in the door stand (bouncer!* g * J), noticed with growing horror that she was looking at the other with an almost pleading look. "I am the real one !!!", it sounded again at the same time. Now Bulma rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Good, nice, next question: Why are you here?” She didn't look at either of the two, “TWICE?!?” “What do I know, ask him!” It sounded twice again. "That's enough for me! One more question!" She thought for a moment, but immediately her expression brightened up. "So ..." she began, as if she had all the time in the world. “What color was my underwear yesterday?” Now different answers came from different quarters. From the left (bed) a "I don't know, woman" sounded and from the right (door) came "What kind of idiotic questions do you ask, earth woman ?!". And that made it clear who the real thing was.
Suddenly the now terribly familiar short beeps could be heard. And suddenly Bulma understood! "Vegeta," she said, facing the door. "It's the watch!That causes the transformation! You have to destroy them ... "but she got no further, because no sooner had she started the last sentence than she heard a splinter, turned her head to the left and ... Her face suddenly twisted into an angry grimace and she cried out loud: "BAKA !!! YOU PAY FOR THE WINDOW !!! "Vegeta (Bulma's favorite Vegeta ...), who was sitting on the bed until now, disappeared with one leap out of the window into the night, but without opening it first! Vegeta passed her, also out the window ... and that was completely in the bucket. Bulma rushed to the window and screamed her frustration out into the night: "IF ONLY ONE OF YOU COMES BACK, I KILL HIM, NO MATTER FAKE OR ORIGINAL !!! "With these words, she turned around, grabbed her bedding and walked with a demonstrative trampling out of the room, through the door, down the stairs and into the living room, where she made her night camp.But she couldn't sleep. Subconsciously she thought about a whole series of questions. Twice Vegeta? How could that be? And where had they gone now? What were they doing now? Was it a bad joke? Which of the two would she rather know in the house ...?
She got stuck on this question. Yes, who did she actually want? The real, but disgusting, macho-like, crazy, arrogant pseudo-Sayy prince? Or would you prefer the loving, affectionate, nice but fake Vegeta? Intuitively, her first choice would have been the second (?), But when she thought about it, she realized that she wanted the real thing rather than any copy.
Meanwhile somewhere else
Purposefully he flew straight ahead, always concentrating on the aura in front of him. Suddenly there was a tremendous discharge of energy, glistening light filled everything around. Vegeta held his arm protectively in front of his face. As the light slowly faded, he furiously realized that, being distracted by the light, he had lost the other person's energy!He probably had to look for it in the conventional way, because this cheap copy couldn't be far.
He sank to the floor and looked around carefully in all directions, no detail escaped his keen gaze. A faint rustling, which no one else could have heard, made him drive around and really, hidden in the shade of a tree, a figure rose indistinctly. Vegeta raced over to them and grabbed the person. This whirled around because she obviously hadn't noticed him. A beam of moonlight made Vegeta clearly see the face of his counterpart and he frowned in confusion. "But you..."
"Yes, I! Don't look so stupid!"
At the same time in the Capsule Corp.
Bulma started up. She was surprised to realize that she must have dozed off. Everything around her was silent. "But what did I wake up from?" She asked aloud to herself. Suddenly she opened her eyes. "Vegeta, something is wrong! He probably got the wrong guy ?!"And suddenly she wondered about herself. How did she know that? And who was the stranger now?
So, that was the 3rd part! If you are interested, the fourth part is already halfway done. I just can't write that often. Until recently our computer was completely broken and I couldn't write anything! The high point was when we couldn't get on the internet anymore and that's enough for me, I dragged the compi to the doc * am proud * and now it is running nicely again! So, well, that's it from me, see you soon!
Bye!!!
P.S .: Well, satisfied cousin tarragon ?!
Address: Keratessa@aol.com
Hey you! Yes, listen and be amazed: KERATESSA FINALLY CONTINUED !!! So here comes the third part and I have the feeling that this part is a bit short, but I didn't want to make any more enemies than I already have, so I uploaded this part before. I hope that at least one of them will give me the waiting time * forgiveness begging * !!! Well, that's it! (Dende, when I write something, it always sounds so grown-up, when I tell something, I sound like a toddler) Well, well ... uh ... oh no matter!
P.S .: writing clerks would be the best gift you could give me ° ^ - ^ ° !!!
Bulma's nocturnal visitor # 3
___________________________________________________________________
Vegeta didn't believe what he saw! He didn't want to believe it! He saw himself lying on the bed with his shirt open and in the arms of this blue-haired fury, whose nightgown was already wrinkled.After a while of silence, he found his language again. "What's going on here ?!" he asked, trying to growl in his usual grumpy tone! Now finally something was stirring on the bed. The second Vegeta straightened up and hissed: "I could ask you the same thing! Who are you?". When Bulma had overcome the shock of two Vegetas after a few moments, she jumped up from the bed and fled to her desk, because it was the same distance from both of them and after she had sat down on the polished table top, she watched each other glared at Vegetas exactly. "Now I understand your theater from this morning too, woman!", It sounded synchronously from both, whereby neither let the other out of sight. Bulma, whose gaze was still wandering back and forth between one and the other Vegeta, was visibly more and more confused. "But which one is the real one? You or you?" Vegeta, who is still in the door stand (bouncer!* g * J), noticed with growing horror that she was looking at the other with an almost pleading look. "I am the real one !!!", it sounded again at the same time. Now Bulma rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Good, nice, next question: Why are you here?” She didn't look at either of the two, “TWICE?!?” “What do I know, ask him!” It sounded twice again. "That's enough for me! One more question!" She thought for a moment, but immediately her expression brightened up. "So ..." she began, as if she had all the time in the world. “What color was my underwear yesterday?” Now different answers came from different quarters. From the left (bed) a "I don't know, woman" sounded and from the right (door) came "What kind of idiotic questions do you ask, earth woman ?!". And that made it clear who the real thing was.
Suddenly the now terribly familiar short beeps could be heard. And suddenly Bulma understood! "Vegeta," she said, facing the door. "It's the watch!That causes the transformation! You have to destroy them ... "but she got no further, because no sooner had she started the last sentence than she heard a splinter, turned her head to the left and ... Her face suddenly twisted into an angry grimace and she cried out loud: "BAKA !!! YOU PAY FOR THE WINDOW !!! "Vegeta (Bulma's favorite Vegeta ...), who was sitting on the bed until now, disappeared with one leap out of the window into the night, but without opening it first! Vegeta passed her, also out the window ... and that was completely in the bucket. Bulma rushed to the window and screamed her frustration out into the night: "IF ONLY ONE OF YOU COMES BACK, I KILL HIM, NO MATTER FAKE OR ORIGINAL !!! "With these words, she turned around, grabbed her bedding and walked with a demonstrative trampling out of the room, through the door, down the stairs and into the living room, where she made her night camp.But she couldn't sleep. Subconsciously she thought about a whole series of questions. Twice Vegeta? How could that be? And where had they gone now? What were they doing now? Was it a bad joke? Which of the two would she rather know in the house ...?
She got stuck on this question. Yes, who did she actually want? The real, but disgusting, macho-like, crazy, arrogant pseudo-Sayy prince? Or would you prefer the loving, affectionate, nice but fake Vegeta? Intuitively, her first choice would have been the second (?), But when she thought about it, she realized that she wanted the real thing rather than any copy.
Meanwhile somewhere else
Purposefully he flew straight ahead, always concentrating on the aura in front of him. Suddenly there was a tremendous discharge of energy, glistening light filled everything around. Vegeta held his arm protectively in front of his face. As the light slowly faded, he furiously realized that, being distracted by the light, he had lost the other person's energy!He probably had to look for it in the conventional way, because this cheap copy couldn't be far.
He sank to the floor and looked around carefully in all directions, no detail escaped his keen gaze. A faint rustling, which no one else could have heard, made him drive around and really, hidden in the shade of a tree, a figure rose indistinctly. Vegeta raced over to them and grabbed the person. This whirled around because she obviously hadn't noticed him. A beam of moonlight made Vegeta clearly see the face of his counterpart and he frowned in confusion. "But you..."
"Yes, I! Don't look so stupid!"
At the same time in the Capsule Corp.
Bulma started up. She was surprised to realize that she must have dozed off. Everything around her was silent. "But what did I wake up from?" She asked aloud to herself. Suddenly she opened her eyes. "Vegeta, something is wrong! He probably got the wrong guy ?!"And suddenly she wondered about herself. How did she know that? And who was the stranger now?
So, that was the 3rd part! If you are interested, the fourth part is already halfway done. I just can't write that often. Until recently our computer was completely broken and I couldn't write anything! The high point was when we couldn't get on the internet anymore and that's enough for me, I dragged the compi to the doc * am proud * and now it is running nicely again! So, well, that's it from me, see you soon!
Bye!!!
P.S .: Well, satisfied cousin tarragon ?!