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Fanfic: Just a dream?? ( 11 )
Chapter: Just a dream ?? (11)
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And the 11th part * tata *
Not that long again * sigh * but at least, or not ?! There's not much action here either, so wait, right ?! But that’s all to come .. I’ve still got big plans * mysteriously doing * Hehe, as if the FF wasn’t mysterious enough already * bgrrrins *
Let yourself be surprised ...
And now you have fun reading, and if you would write me a commi ... * beam * that would be SUPER !!!
Piccolo09
The next day promises to be a beautiful day, as the first rays of sun have found their way into my room. Still rather sleepy, my tired gaze wanders to the window and lingers there for a while. I'm usually happy when the sun shines in the morning and the room gets so bright, but not this morning. The opposite is more the case, sad and lost in thought, my gaze sticks to the window, but not because of the nice weather.I hadn't forgotten it, but I had suppressed something. The thought, no the fact that I don't come from this world at all. What good would it do me to keep thinking about it? I just have no idea how something like this can happen, and who knows, maybe it's a dream after all .... Well, I don't know anyway, and I primarily try to make myself right here in this world Find. Also, I don't know what to do if the others want to find out where I'm from now ... Should I lie to them or why does this only happen to me? I actually like it very much here, I experience my DBZ characters, but that night I dreamed of home, how I am at school and seeing my friends. The dream was beautiful and I would have liked to have dreamed it longer, but now I woke up. It all seems so unreal to me. I dream of my friends and I wake up to find that today I won't be able to see them like I usually do at school.Instead, I see my favorite characters from DBZ and that's kind of terrifying and yet beautiful at the same time, kind of. Wrong world. But if I dream about my home and wake up and find that it was a dream, what is this here? But not a dream? Questions about questions that I can't find an answer to, maybe later, if I'm lucky ... but they just come up to me and I feel helpless and this uncertainty as to what it is now wears me out. Why did I have to have this dream? Now of all things, now that I've settled in a bit and hardly thought about it? A sigh escapes me, but then I suddenly hear a rather loud bang. Vegeta. Who else would be making so much noise? On the other hand, ringing the alarm clock is really relaxing .... An alarm clock, memories come back again, memories, how strange, as if I have finished with my previous life ... No! I have to stop thinking, it doesn't help, it just makes the whole situation even more unbearable.It will, it must be a dream. No more and no less. Not in the slightest disagreeing with what I'm trying to convince myself here, I stretch myself and sit up in my bed. Life must go on. What else should I do? I yawn and then it occurs to me what has pulled me out of my gloomy thoughts. A bang, Vegeta. What did he do again? Probably ... "Vegetaaaaa! IDIOT! It's enough. Your GR room can take me. If it has just gone ....." "You don't dare! GO! Fix it! But now !!" And I have it I thought ... Vegeta has broken the GR again ... Grinning, I let myself fall back on my bed and now listen to the heated discussion. I don't know if I could listen to a discussion so relaxed, it would be my parents, but with both of them it's the greatest fun and distracts. In the end it is a tie, Vegeta has to go shopping with Bulma and she repairs his sacred GR room. I don't really feel like getting up.Just stay there. That's exactly what I decide to do, close my eyes
and try not to think of anything. It even works halfway and for a short time I doze off, wake up briefly and then I'm gone. This state must have lasted for some time, because when I am with myself again, there is a knock on my room door.
"In." I answer and look at the door, which is now slowly opening. It is Bulma who comes in with a tray that looks like a plate of soup and a piece of bread. "Hello, how are you?" With a concerned look, Bulma sits down on my bed and looks at me searchingly. She set the tray down on the table by the wall. "Um, it's okay." "Do you have a fever or pain?" "No, I'm just a little tired, but what time is it?" "Wait a minute." Bulma glances briefly at her watch on her wrist. "Half past four exactly. That was how long you slept ..." "So late already? I didn't know that .... I'm sorry that I didn't help you in the laboratory today.“I look past Bulma guiltily.” Oh well, you don't have to worry about that. I know days like that. Preferably just lying in bed, hearing and seeing nothing, just lying there .... "" Yes, exactly .... hmmm ... "" Or is there anything else? "" Uh no ... "" Hmmm I won't take that from you. Listen, I can hear well, so if you want ... "" No, no, that's very nice of you, but ... "I knead my hands uncomfortably, what should I do? How I would like to I ask her how something like this is possible, but if she doesn't believe me or or ... I'd rather not take any risks ... "It has something to do with your origins, doesn't it? Don't you want to tell me who your parents are and where you actually come from? You were in hell ... like that and ... "The turquoise-haired woman pauses and looks at me spellbound, waiting for an answer. I look at her helplessly and nervously. What should I do? I'm lost ... .I want to go back home, wake up from this dream.What am I supposed to do? "Hmmm ... you don't like to talk ... oh, you know I like you, and you are a help to me in the laboratory and otherwise, but why don't you want to say where you come from? You don't have to be afraid , but I'm curious, and I can see that you are not well, so what is it? "Almost a real command tone ....." I'm sorry, but at the moment, I can't, later .. .. "" Hmm as you mean. Then I'll leave you alone again. Here's a soup for you if you're hungry and then rest. Oh yes, what else I wanted to say. My parents will be coming from them in two days Travel back and I have planned a welcome party for you. Everyone will be there again, including Dende and Piccolo this time. If you feel like it, I would be happy to help, and not only me, the others will ask you about your origin. ... "Smiling, Bulma disappears from my room, but my mood has reached absolute zero.I can understand it, after all, I would also like to know where my guest is from, but hmmm. There is nothing to be said against a party either, especially since the Namekians will come, but Bulma is right, questions are unlikely to be absent ... Regardless of how I act, they will either declare me crazy or throw me out for not saying anything . And if I lie, I'll have to go too, because why would they want to keep me? So what should I do? The best thing to do in the morning is to help prepare and then wait and yes, I think in an emergency I will tell you everything about how it really went. Better than getting kicked out right away. This leaves me with a minimal chance of getting out of the matter halfway safe .... Even if I have now made a decision, I don't feel better. No, even more miserable because my future is being decided and I feel helpless like never before in my life. Depressed, I eat Bulma's soup and think for a long time.But I don't have an idea. Evening falls and I fall asleep. I didn't feel better the next morning, I still feel limp and helpless, but I pull myself up and help Bulma with the preparations for the party the next day. So the day passed quickly and Bulma was nice to me, as always until now. But still something was different ... Yes, probably because I still don't reveal anything about my origins. I wish I could just wake up from this dream if it is one. I would never have said something like that at home if I had had the opportunity to come into the DBZ world, but now? It doesn't do me any good because I don't know, is it a dream or a reality? And if it's a tarum, when do I wake up, and if not, I'll ever come back home. all these circumstances and this secrecy turn a pipe dream of mine into something bad. It's a shame, I should be happy, but it's so difficult, at least at the moment.I'm looking forward to the Namkekians. I finally meet my favorite characters. But I'm also afraid, what if you might be completely different from how I know you from the series? But, no, probably not, until now Bulma and the others have been as we know them, why should Dende and Piccolo be an exception? No, I don't think so, but what if they ask me questions, certain questions that I can't possibly answer? So what? Piccolo in particular could be uncomfortable, on the other hand, maybe he doesn't care who or what I am. He mostly wants to have his peace and quiet. Yes, yes Piccolo .... I'm curious ... Hmm, it's a shame that the party is taking place at Bulma's. I would so much like to be with Dende in the palace. Anyway, that's my greatest wish to be with Dende and Piccolo. It's strange, now I'm not where I would like to be in the DBZ world, but I also have a problem. Why does everything always have to be so complicated?
And the 11th part * tata *
Not that long again * sigh * but at least, or not ?! There's not much action here either, so wait, right ?! But that’s all to come .. I’ve still got big plans * mysteriously doing * Hehe, as if the FF wasn’t mysterious enough already * bgrrrins *
Let yourself be surprised ...
And now you have fun reading, and if you would write me a commi ... * beam * that would be SUPER !!!
Piccolo09
The next day promises to be a beautiful day, as the first rays of sun have found their way into my room. Still rather sleepy, my tired gaze wanders to the window and lingers there for a while. I'm usually happy when the sun shines in the morning and the room gets so bright, but not this morning. The opposite is more the case, sad and lost in thought, my gaze sticks to the window, but not because of the nice weather.I hadn't forgotten it, but I had suppressed something. The thought, no the fact that I don't come from this world at all. What good would it do me to keep thinking about it? I just have no idea how something like this can happen, and who knows, maybe it's a dream after all .... Well, I don't know anyway, and I primarily try to make myself right here in this world Find. Also, I don't know what to do if the others want to find out where I'm from now ... Should I lie to them or why does this only happen to me? I actually like it very much here, I experience my DBZ characters, but that night I dreamed of home, how I am at school and seeing my friends. The dream was beautiful and I would have liked to have dreamed it longer, but now I woke up. It all seems so unreal to me. I dream of my friends and I wake up to find that today I won't be able to see them like I usually do at school.Instead, I see my favorite characters from DBZ and that's kind of terrifying and yet beautiful at the same time, kind of. Wrong world. But if I dream about my home and wake up and find that it was a dream, what is this here? But not a dream? Questions about questions that I can't find an answer to, maybe later, if I'm lucky ... but they just come up to me and I feel helpless and this uncertainty as to what it is now wears me out. Why did I have to have this dream? Now of all things, now that I've settled in a bit and hardly thought about it? A sigh escapes me, but then I suddenly hear a rather loud bang. Vegeta. Who else would be making so much noise? On the other hand, ringing the alarm clock is really relaxing .... An alarm clock, memories come back again, memories, how strange, as if I have finished with my previous life ... No! I have to stop thinking, it doesn't help, it just makes the whole situation even more unbearable.It will, it must be a dream. No more and no less. Not in the slightest disagreeing with what I'm trying to convince myself here, I stretch myself and sit up in my bed. Life must go on. What else should I do? I yawn and then it occurs to me what has pulled me out of my gloomy thoughts. A bang, Vegeta. What did he do again? Probably ... "Vegetaaaaa! IDIOT! It's enough. Your GR room can take me. If it has just gone ....." "You don't dare! GO! Fix it! But now !!" And I have it I thought ... Vegeta has broken the GR again ... Grinning, I let myself fall back on my bed and now listen to the heated discussion. I don't know if I could listen to a discussion so relaxed, it would be my parents, but with both of them it's the greatest fun and distracts. In the end it is a tie, Vegeta has to go shopping with Bulma and she repairs his sacred GR room. I don't really feel like getting up.Just stay there. That's exactly what I decide to do, close my eyes
and try not to think of anything. It even works halfway and for a short time I doze off, wake up briefly and then I'm gone. This state must have lasted for some time, because when I am with myself again, there is a knock on my room door.
"In." I answer and look at the door, which is now slowly opening. It is Bulma who comes in with a tray that looks like a plate of soup and a piece of bread. "Hello, how are you?" With a concerned look, Bulma sits down on my bed and looks at me searchingly. She set the tray down on the table by the wall. "Um, it's okay." "Do you have a fever or pain?" "No, I'm just a little tired, but what time is it?" "Wait a minute." Bulma glances briefly at her watch on her wrist. "Half past four exactly. That was how long you slept ..." "So late already? I didn't know that .... I'm sorry that I didn't help you in the laboratory today.“I look past Bulma guiltily.” Oh well, you don't have to worry about that. I know days like that. Preferably just lying in bed, hearing and seeing nothing, just lying there .... "" Yes, exactly .... hmmm ... "" Or is there anything else? "" Uh no ... "" Hmmm I won't take that from you. Listen, I can hear well, so if you want ... "" No, no, that's very nice of you, but ... "I knead my hands uncomfortably, what should I do? How I would like to I ask her how something like this is possible, but if she doesn't believe me or or ... I'd rather not take any risks ... "It has something to do with your origins, doesn't it? Don't you want to tell me who your parents are and where you actually come from? You were in hell ... like that and ... "The turquoise-haired woman pauses and looks at me spellbound, waiting for an answer. I look at her helplessly and nervously. What should I do? I'm lost ... .I want to go back home, wake up from this dream.What am I supposed to do? "Hmmm ... you don't like to talk ... oh, you know I like you, and you are a help to me in the laboratory and otherwise, but why don't you want to say where you come from? You don't have to be afraid , but I'm curious, and I can see that you are not well, so what is it? "Almost a real command tone ....." I'm sorry, but at the moment, I can't, later .. .. "" Hmm as you mean. Then I'll leave you alone again. Here's a soup for you if you're hungry and then rest. Oh yes, what else I wanted to say. My parents will be coming from them in two days Travel back and I have planned a welcome party for you. Everyone will be there again, including Dende and Piccolo this time. If you feel like it, I would be happy to help, and not only me, the others will ask you about your origin. ... "Smiling, Bulma disappears from my room, but my mood has reached absolute zero.I can understand it, after all, I would also like to know where my guest is from, but hmmm. There is nothing to be said against a party either, especially since the Namekians will come, but Bulma is right, questions are unlikely to be absent ... Regardless of how I act, they will either declare me crazy or throw me out for not saying anything . And if I lie, I'll have to go too, because why would they want to keep me? So what should I do? The best thing to do in the morning is to help prepare and then wait and yes, I think in an emergency I will tell you everything about how it really went. Better than getting kicked out right away. This leaves me with a minimal chance of getting out of the matter halfway safe .... Even if I have now made a decision, I don't feel better. No, even more miserable because my future is being decided and I feel helpless like never before in my life. Depressed, I eat Bulma's soup and think for a long time.But I don't have an idea. Evening falls and I fall asleep. I didn't feel better the next morning, I still feel limp and helpless, but I pull myself up and help Bulma with the preparations for the party the next day. So the day passed quickly and Bulma was nice to me, as always until now. But still something was different ... Yes, probably because I still don't reveal anything about my origins. I wish I could just wake up from this dream if it is one. I would never have said something like that at home if I had had the opportunity to come into the DBZ world, but now? It doesn't do me any good because I don't know, is it a dream or a reality? And if it's a tarum, when do I wake up, and if not, I'll ever come back home. all these circumstances and this secrecy turn a pipe dream of mine into something bad. It's a shame, I should be happy, but it's so difficult, at least at the moment.I'm looking forward to the Namkekians. I finally meet my favorite characters. But I'm also afraid, what if you might be completely different from how I know you from the series? But, no, probably not, until now Bulma and the others have been as we know them, why should Dende and Piccolo be an exception? No, I don't think so, but what if they ask me questions, certain questions that I can't possibly answer? So what? Piccolo in particular could be uncomfortable, on the other hand, maybe he doesn't care who or what I am. He mostly wants to have his peace and quiet. Yes, yes Piccolo .... I'm curious ... Hmm, it's a shame that the party is taking place at Bulma's. I would so much like to be with Dende in the palace. Anyway, that's my greatest wish to be with Dende and Piccolo. It's strange, now I'm not where I would like to be in the DBZ world, but I also have a problem. Why does everything always have to be so complicated?