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Fanfic: Geheimnis eines Kusses #3
Chapter: Secret of a Kiss # 3
3rd chapter
"Very pretty," Bulma purred approvingly and let her gaze wander down his body. "Really not bad. A little bit briefly maybe, but that doesn't mean anything ..." And it actually didn't. Despite his rather small height, Vegeta was consistently fantastically built and well trained. You could almost see the sweat of his numerous training sessions glistening on his muscles. And muscles, he had them, numerous.
Vegeta growled audibly. He felt like an animal or rather a meat inspection. So what else should there be? Just unbelievable. Still, he was there, in flesh and blood. Both felt unusually hot, thanks to the unusual situation.
SHE should be his new master? Freezer had to make jokes that Vegeta certainly didn't find funny. How else can you explain the situation?
He was not handcuffed, rather he was chained in place by her gaze.The Saiyan wasn't sure what it was, but there was something dangerous about the purple-haired woman. Physically she seemed rather fragile, not a bit scary. But her eyes spoke a different language ... Cold and calculating ... As if by itself, all the hair stood up on Vegeta's furry limb, which was wrapped tightly around his waist.
"A Saiyan through and through ...", Bulma smiled and ran her index finger over Vegeta's chin.
He caught her finger before she could reach his cheek and put on the most menacing look he could muster. "Finger. Away."
And then, faster than Vegeta would have thought possible, the purple-haired woman held his finger in her fist. "Only with permission ...", she whispered, then there was a crack when she broke his finger, "... you may touch me. Remember that, Kisama." Slowly she let go of him and took a step back. That would be fun. He hadn't even flicked an eyelash, but she'd been close enough to see the flash of pain in his black eyes.It had been a long time since she had broken a proud man, and this case promised to be entertaining.
Vegeta resisted the urge to hold his injured finger protectively and instead pressed his lips together. What was it about this woman that he underestimated? Her aura was not inconspicuous with Kami, even if it did not suggest that she had any significant amount of Ki.
Bulma's smile deepened and she put her right index finger to her lips, only to bring it to Vegeta's mouth afterwards. "Someone is about to show you to your new accommodation," she muttered, stroking his lower lip. "I don't have time to take care of you now, but soon ..."
"You don't know who you're getting involved with ..."
"And YOU do not have the right to address me so informally." Mistress "I consider appropriate ..."
"You can wait a long time! The only one who ..."
"Oh, you should be grateful to me that I could persuade Papi not to kill you."
Vegeta's breath caught in his throat, considering the bomb Bulma had just dropped. "Freezer ... has a daughter?" Stuttered the Saiyan, visibly shocked. He would never have guessed what she looked like. "But ... how ..."
"The way all babies are made, I guess at least, my unsuspecting Saiyajin. Not only are you unsuspecting, you are also the last of your kind ... You should really be grateful to me that I didn't want to see your race wiped out." br />
"BAKA !! Yes, I'm the last one, but how should my breed not become extinct ?!"
Bulma frowned in slight annoyance. “You dare not only contradict me, but also insult me?” A casual wave of the hand and the Saiyan flew towards the wall. "See what you get out of it!"
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And the pounding he had irrationally felt at the sight of her was there again.But this time in a different part of the body, his head. Despite the blurred vision, he could reasonably make out that he was no longer in the same room in which he had lost consciousness. It was warm, at least 25 °, only the humidity was too high for his taste. The bed he was lying on was unusually soft and therefore uncomfortable. It felt like he would sink at the first movement, and that wasn't Vegeta's taste either. Losing control was the worst that could happen to a Saiyan, and it had happened to him twice before. First when he'd faced this witch who was supposed to be his new master, and then now. He had no strength to sit up, only his eyelids could be lifted, but everything he saw was blurred.
The purple-haired Xanthippe might even have spoken to him if the circumstances had been different. Her flaming eyes burned just like her passionate words that had bored into his mind.Thanks to her rather revealing clothing for a princess, he had been able to cast a nice view of her feminine virtues. Not that chiffon and silk weren't common in royal wardrobes, but the cut had been more than daring. Strange.
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"You almost sound like you're jealous," Bulma said and looked at Yamcha with a calm look. "Don't forget that you have no right to do that."
"Yes," grumbled Yamcha in disgruntlement and tried to put on a carefree grin, even though he hadn't been able to bear the thought of having to share from the start. Not that he felt anything for her, it was just the sharing that he didn't like. He was the one who gave her the pleasure she deserved, so she shouldn't play with others because she should be satisfied with him by now.
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A / N: I know it's a little short, but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.I have a lot to do with translating CM, although it is progressing pretty quickly. I think there are 9 parts, then two shorter sequels and atrocities (which has over 200,000 !!!! words) I can promise you that it will only get better!
@ Bardock Saiyan: I published all the parts in order. If you or someone else should have problems just use the link:
http://dbz.4players.de/fanfics/user.php? action = selection & id = 1054719565
There are all FFs from me, the earlier and the first parts of Encounters of Fate can be found under MajinSakuko.
Or you just go to animemanga. de
There you can find each story in a file, at YasaiNoVampaia
BFN, Majin Sakuko
"Very pretty," Bulma purred approvingly and let her gaze wander down his body. "Really not bad. A little bit briefly maybe, but that doesn't mean anything ..." And it actually didn't. Despite his rather small height, Vegeta was consistently fantastically built and well trained. You could almost see the sweat of his numerous training sessions glistening on his muscles. And muscles, he had them, numerous.
Vegeta growled audibly. He felt like an animal or rather a meat inspection. So what else should there be? Just unbelievable. Still, he was there, in flesh and blood. Both felt unusually hot, thanks to the unusual situation.
SHE should be his new master? Freezer had to make jokes that Vegeta certainly didn't find funny. How else can you explain the situation?
He was not handcuffed, rather he was chained in place by her gaze.The Saiyan wasn't sure what it was, but there was something dangerous about the purple-haired woman. Physically she seemed rather fragile, not a bit scary. But her eyes spoke a different language ... Cold and calculating ... As if by itself, all the hair stood up on Vegeta's furry limb, which was wrapped tightly around his waist.
"A Saiyan through and through ...", Bulma smiled and ran her index finger over Vegeta's chin.
He caught her finger before she could reach his cheek and put on the most menacing look he could muster. "Finger. Away."
And then, faster than Vegeta would have thought possible, the purple-haired woman held his finger in her fist. "Only with permission ...", she whispered, then there was a crack when she broke his finger, "... you may touch me. Remember that, Kisama." Slowly she let go of him and took a step back. That would be fun. He hadn't even flicked an eyelash, but she'd been close enough to see the flash of pain in his black eyes.It had been a long time since she had broken a proud man, and this case promised to be entertaining.
Vegeta resisted the urge to hold his injured finger protectively and instead pressed his lips together. What was it about this woman that he underestimated? Her aura was not inconspicuous with Kami, even if it did not suggest that she had any significant amount of Ki.
Bulma's smile deepened and she put her right index finger to her lips, only to bring it to Vegeta's mouth afterwards. "Someone is about to show you to your new accommodation," she muttered, stroking his lower lip. "I don't have time to take care of you now, but soon ..."
"You don't know who you're getting involved with ..."
"And YOU do not have the right to address me so informally." Mistress "I consider appropriate ..."
"You can wait a long time! The only one who ..."
"Oh, you should be grateful to me that I could persuade Papi not to kill you."
Vegeta's breath caught in his throat, considering the bomb Bulma had just dropped. "Freezer ... has a daughter?" Stuttered the Saiyan, visibly shocked. He would never have guessed what she looked like. "But ... how ..."
"The way all babies are made, I guess at least, my unsuspecting Saiyajin. Not only are you unsuspecting, you are also the last of your kind ... You should really be grateful to me that I didn't want to see your race wiped out." br />
"BAKA !! Yes, I'm the last one, but how should my breed not become extinct ?!"
Bulma frowned in slight annoyance. “You dare not only contradict me, but also insult me?” A casual wave of the hand and the Saiyan flew towards the wall. "See what you get out of it!"
(+) - (+) - (+)
And the pounding he had irrationally felt at the sight of her was there again.But this time in a different part of the body, his head. Despite the blurred vision, he could reasonably make out that he was no longer in the same room in which he had lost consciousness. It was warm, at least 25 °, only the humidity was too high for his taste. The bed he was lying on was unusually soft and therefore uncomfortable. It felt like he would sink at the first movement, and that wasn't Vegeta's taste either. Losing control was the worst that could happen to a Saiyan, and it had happened to him twice before. First when he'd faced this witch who was supposed to be his new master, and then now. He had no strength to sit up, only his eyelids could be lifted, but everything he saw was blurred.
The purple-haired Xanthippe might even have spoken to him if the circumstances had been different. Her flaming eyes burned just like her passionate words that had bored into his mind.Thanks to her rather revealing clothing for a princess, he had been able to cast a nice view of her feminine virtues. Not that chiffon and silk weren't common in royal wardrobes, but the cut had been more than daring. Strange.
(+) - (+) - (+)
"You almost sound like you're jealous," Bulma said and looked at Yamcha with a calm look. "Don't forget that you have no right to do that."
"Yes," grumbled Yamcha in disgruntlement and tried to put on a carefree grin, even though he hadn't been able to bear the thought of having to share from the start. Not that he felt anything for her, it was just the sharing that he didn't like. He was the one who gave her the pleasure she deserved, so she shouldn't play with others because she should be satisfied with him by now.
-
A / N: I know it's a little short, but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.I have a lot to do with translating CM, although it is progressing pretty quickly. I think there are 9 parts, then two shorter sequels and atrocities (which has over 200,000 !!!! words) I can promise you that it will only get better!
@ Bardock Saiyan: I published all the parts in order. If you or someone else should have problems just use the link:
http://dbz.4players.de/fanfics/user.php? action = selection & id = 1054719565
There are all FFs from me, the earlier and the first parts of Encounters of Fate can be found under MajinSakuko.
Or you just go to animemanga. de
There you can find each story in a file, at YasaiNoVampaia
BFN, Majin Sakuko