Translation
Fanfic: Wie gerne wäre ich noch jung
Chapter: How I would like to be young
Hi there in front of your screens. This is my first FF and I would be happy if you honestly say what you think of it so that I can do it even better, or stop writing right away. That's why this FF is so short so that I can find out how you like my style. Have fun!
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How I would like to be young ... (B&V)
Sighing, she stood on the edge of the cliff. The two had spent many hours here. Suddenly they were overwhelmed by sentimental feelings and the woman averted her gaze so as not to burst into tears. Lost in thought, she let her mind run free.
How long had it been since she and Vegeta were here? Probably for years. It would never be the same again, never again .... Why had she let him go too? The man she loved. Bulma hadn't fought for him, she had been too hurt when Vegeta told her that he would leave her.
Many questions have built up since then, all questions that she would have liked to ask him: Why? Do not you love me anymore? Am I such a burden to you? ....
Bulma let her silent tears flow. Vegeta had always hated her loud outbursts of anger. But crying ... she could only cry softly.
Slowly she moved back towards her home, still shaking with crying fits, but without any sound.
Weeks before:
Bulma, I'll go, I can no longer bear that I'm always locked in here, that someone is always looking after me. I have to test my Sayajin skills again. I want to enjoy a carefree existence again, without always taking you weak people into consideration. I can't even transform myself to fourth level sayajin here ... I would throw you all to your death.
Then he disappeared from the earth, never to be seen again. From her laboratory, she had heard the spaceship's engines ignite.
She had never thought that he would really disappear, that he would just leave her after all these years.
Bulma had never dreamed that he could leave his children alone. It was not about herself at all superficially. But she would have loved to see her children had a father to look after them. Trunks was now in his early twenties and Bra wasn't a child either - but ... it was just different.
It would have been easier if she hadn't chosen Vegeta. Everything could have been so beautiful without a proud, arrogant and arrogant Prince of the Sayajin. Much better than the "What if?" But Bulma thought of the many wonderful hours together, he had done everything for her - at first. Her love was slowly frozen in everyday life, it seemed. Or had both just forgotten to keep her alive?
Did other couples feel the same when they got their age?She had no answer to that question. - Yes, actually she had one: Goku and Chichi
The two had been together for decades now, but nothing could shake their love, not even when Goku had gone abroad to train Oob, the rebirth of Boo. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but Chichi and Goku's love was probably greater than that of her and Vegeta ...
Were she and Vegeta really unable to nourish their love and keep it alive?
Or so it looked. Or was it something else? Bulma didn't know what else to blame, who else to accuse of having destroyed her love.
Bulma slowly strolled back to the Capsule Corp. The best thing to do was to find a new project as soon as possible that she could delve into, so as not to let the pain over Vegeta's loss become too strong.
She already had concrete plans: a new spaceship ... that was needed, maybe Goku could use it one day, or maybe Vegeta needed her help ..... She quickly pushed the thought of Vegeta aside and began Create working concept for the spaceship.What kind of thing do you need again? By now she knew all the parts by heart, so many times she had had to fix it for Vegeta.
Slowly she made a list of all the parts she would need for the ship and set about sorting the parts she had in storage. Bulma knew that her spaceship would far surpass Vegetas.
She would equip the sheep rooms with plenty of technical bells and whistles to make life on the ship as pleasant as possible. Yes, she could do without him. He always complained that she was working too slowly. Well, she was only human, and not a sayajin. What could she do for it?
Why am I even wasting a thought on him? Bulma asked himself, he has finally left me, I can do without him. She was so absorbed in her work that she did not notice how her heart winced at these words with repressed blackness.
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How I would like to be young ... (B&V)
Sighing, she stood on the edge of the cliff. The two had spent many hours here. Suddenly they were overwhelmed by sentimental feelings and the woman averted her gaze so as not to burst into tears. Lost in thought, she let her mind run free.
How long had it been since she and Vegeta were here? Probably for years. It would never be the same again, never again .... Why had she let him go too? The man she loved. Bulma hadn't fought for him, she had been too hurt when Vegeta told her that he would leave her.
Many questions have built up since then, all questions that she would have liked to ask him: Why? Do not you love me anymore? Am I such a burden to you? ....
Bulma let her silent tears flow. Vegeta had always hated her loud outbursts of anger. But crying ... she could only cry softly.
Slowly she moved back towards her home, still shaking with crying fits, but without any sound.
Weeks before:
Bulma, I'll go, I can no longer bear that I'm always locked in here, that someone is always looking after me. I have to test my Sayajin skills again. I want to enjoy a carefree existence again, without always taking you weak people into consideration. I can't even transform myself to fourth level sayajin here ... I would throw you all to your death.
Then he disappeared from the earth, never to be seen again. From her laboratory, she had heard the spaceship's engines ignite.
She had never thought that he would really disappear, that he would just leave her after all these years.
Bulma had never dreamed that he could leave his children alone. It was not about herself at all superficially. But she would have loved to see her children had a father to look after them. Trunks was now in his early twenties and Bra wasn't a child either - but ... it was just different.
It would have been easier if she hadn't chosen Vegeta. Everything could have been so beautiful without a proud, arrogant and arrogant Prince of the Sayajin. Much better than the "What if?" But Bulma thought of the many wonderful hours together, he had done everything for her - at first. Her love was slowly frozen in everyday life, it seemed. Or had both just forgotten to keep her alive?
Did other couples feel the same when they got their age?She had no answer to that question. - Yes, actually she had one: Goku and Chichi
The two had been together for decades now, but nothing could shake their love, not even when Goku had gone abroad to train Oob, the rebirth of Boo. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but Chichi and Goku's love was probably greater than that of her and Vegeta ...
Were she and Vegeta really unable to nourish their love and keep it alive?
Or so it looked. Or was it something else? Bulma didn't know what else to blame, who else to accuse of having destroyed her love.
Bulma slowly strolled back to the Capsule Corp. The best thing to do was to find a new project as soon as possible that she could delve into, so as not to let the pain over Vegeta's loss become too strong.
She already had concrete plans: a new spaceship ... that was needed, maybe Goku could use it one day, or maybe Vegeta needed her help ..... She quickly pushed the thought of Vegeta aside and began Create working concept for the spaceship.What kind of thing do you need again? By now she knew all the parts by heart, so many times she had had to fix it for Vegeta.
Slowly she made a list of all the parts she would need for the ship and set about sorting the parts she had in storage. Bulma knew that her spaceship would far surpass Vegetas.
She would equip the sheep rooms with plenty of technical bells and whistles to make life on the ship as pleasant as possible. Yes, she could do without him. He always complained that she was working too slowly. Well, she was only human, and not a sayajin. What could she do for it?
Why am I even wasting a thought on him? Bulma asked himself, he has finally left me, I can do without him. She was so absorbed in her work that she did not notice how her heart winced at these words with repressed blackness.