Translation
Fanfic: V/B freunde oder feinde
Chapter: V / B friends or enemies
Hi guys, I'm starting all over again okay?
this is now my 2nd fanfiction and I hope I can manage it to some extent! Well, at the moment there is still a show running (my old * smile * is watching it) so I'm a little distracted!
Well, let's go:
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V / B friends or enemies
"Hachja, first of all a nice bathroom!"
Bulma grabbed her towel, her favorite slippers and a brand new mini dress, which has a wonderful shimmer of a blue tone and a white collar. She was still in her room and with all the things on her arms she ran towards the gate. Before that she stopped and thought again: "Oh shit, I still have to make breakfast for Vegeta. If he wakes up right away and the kitchen table is not covered then I can say prayer!" While she was thinking this, she looked quite puzzled to the floor and winked worriedly.Then she looked at the door again and took a deep breath. Determined, she grabbed the door handle and went straight with the things down to the bathroom. This time, too, she stopped and held her ear to the bathroom door. * PLATSCHHHH .... PlÄTSCHERR .... * "What a mess he's already awake. It's good that he still takes a shower, but when he comes out, he'll be terribly angry! I prefer to make breakfast quickly before it closes completely It's late. ", Bulma whispered to herself in a barely audible voice.
In the kitchen she put all her things taut on a small cupboard that was half empty.
then she ran them to the vegetable cupboard and just grabbed a few kolln from all the green stuff. Corn, kollrabi, carrots, lettuce leaves, cucumbers and carrots make a healthy breakfast! She put the green stuff (and so: D) on a shelf and grabbed a sharp knife that just hung around in front of her on the wall. She disassembled everything into its individual parts and did all of this in a large bowl.So hectic everything went on until the whole breakfast table up to the ceiling (* exaggerate *) was filled with bread jams, salads, toasts, croissongs (sorry I don't know how to write that) and much more.
Bulma leaned against the counter, half exhausted, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was annoyed again because she was acting like a dirty vegeta girl. But what else could she do if life was more important to her? Suddenly she heard a door creak from above. "oh dear the prince is coming!" said Bulma, extra loud. She no longer supported herself.
All her things, the mini dress, the slippers and her towel took off again and ran upstairs. She didn't pay attention to vegeta, who was facing the other direction of the kitchen.
"What are you treating me so disrespectfully, so? I am a prince of the Sayajins and you have to pay more attention to me!", He snorted after her and looked after her with a growl.
At lunchtime, when Vegeta was training in the GR and Bulma had her peace in front of him, she used the time and watched her favorite show "Men, a hopeless case". Bulma immersed herself in this program so much that she didn't even notice that vegeta was standing behind her again. Completely scratched, except for breath and bleeding everywhere, he stood behind her in his skin-tight, blue tracksuit. "Take care of me, you wretched woman! And you didn't set the lunch table either, you earthly creatures are ashamed of yourself!" He pimped at her with collected breath. Totally shocked, no longer absorbed in "Men, a hopeless case", she turned to him. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes widened to basketballs. "What is you staring at so stupidly? Do I have to shake you vigorously so that you can prepare my meal?", Vegeta grumbled angrily. Before Bulma could react, he stretched out his arm, which had previously covered one of his wounds, and grabbed Bulma by the neck.He didn't squeeze too hard, but Bulma was still struggling desperately for pleasure and fidgeted with her legs and arms. Then she tried, without any success, to tear herself away. Vegeta put on an insolent grin and threw it lighter than usual against the wall. * Krawuuuuusch ..... *
There was a loud bang and when Bulma flew against the wall, came up and then slid to the floor, she had put her hands on her neck. She hardly moved in pain and with wide eyes, still crouching on the floor, she looked up at Vegeta pitifully.
"Oh no, what have I done, poor girl. Your eyes are glaring at me so sadly, what have I done ???", Vegeta thought and he felt uncomfortable .....
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You see / read I start again from the beginning! To the boys / men:
don't take men seriously, a hopeless case okay? I only called it that because it somehow fitted and it will fit!it is still pretty boring, please do not pay attention to the errors and I hope fie FF is for the 2nd FF that I have ever written is already a little at first I will continue to write this aml I would be happy about commis!
PS: I still have a few weaknesses, please let me correct this!
this is now my 2nd fanfiction and I hope I can manage it to some extent! Well, at the moment there is still a show running (my old * smile * is watching it) so I'm a little distracted!
Well, let's go:
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
V / B friends or enemies
"Hachja, first of all a nice bathroom!"
Bulma grabbed her towel, her favorite slippers and a brand new mini dress, which has a wonderful shimmer of a blue tone and a white collar. She was still in her room and with all the things on her arms she ran towards the gate. Before that she stopped and thought again: "Oh shit, I still have to make breakfast for Vegeta. If he wakes up right away and the kitchen table is not covered then I can say prayer!" While she was thinking this, she looked quite puzzled to the floor and winked worriedly.Then she looked at the door again and took a deep breath. Determined, she grabbed the door handle and went straight with the things down to the bathroom. This time, too, she stopped and held her ear to the bathroom door. * PLATSCHHHH .... PlÄTSCHERR .... * "What a mess he's already awake. It's good that he still takes a shower, but when he comes out, he'll be terribly angry! I prefer to make breakfast quickly before it closes completely It's late. ", Bulma whispered to herself in a barely audible voice.
In the kitchen she put all her things taut on a small cupboard that was half empty.
then she ran them to the vegetable cupboard and just grabbed a few kolln from all the green stuff. Corn, kollrabi, carrots, lettuce leaves, cucumbers and carrots make a healthy breakfast! She put the green stuff (and so: D) on a shelf and grabbed a sharp knife that just hung around in front of her on the wall. She disassembled everything into its individual parts and did all of this in a large bowl.So hectic everything went on until the whole breakfast table up to the ceiling (* exaggerate *) was filled with bread jams, salads, toasts, croissongs (sorry I don't know how to write that) and much more.
Bulma leaned against the counter, half exhausted, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was annoyed again because she was acting like a dirty vegeta girl. But what else could she do if life was more important to her? Suddenly she heard a door creak from above. "oh dear the prince is coming!" said Bulma, extra loud. She no longer supported herself.
All her things, the mini dress, the slippers and her towel took off again and ran upstairs. She didn't pay attention to vegeta, who was facing the other direction of the kitchen.
"What are you treating me so disrespectfully, so? I am a prince of the Sayajins and you have to pay more attention to me!", He snorted after her and looked after her with a growl.
At lunchtime, when Vegeta was training in the GR and Bulma had her peace in front of him, she used the time and watched her favorite show "Men, a hopeless case". Bulma immersed herself in this program so much that she didn't even notice that vegeta was standing behind her again. Completely scratched, except for breath and bleeding everywhere, he stood behind her in his skin-tight, blue tracksuit. "Take care of me, you wretched woman! And you didn't set the lunch table either, you earthly creatures are ashamed of yourself!" He pimped at her with collected breath. Totally shocked, no longer absorbed in "Men, a hopeless case", she turned to him. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes widened to basketballs. "What is you staring at so stupidly? Do I have to shake you vigorously so that you can prepare my meal?", Vegeta grumbled angrily. Before Bulma could react, he stretched out his arm, which had previously covered one of his wounds, and grabbed Bulma by the neck.He didn't squeeze too hard, but Bulma was still struggling desperately for pleasure and fidgeted with her legs and arms. Then she tried, without any success, to tear herself away. Vegeta put on an insolent grin and threw it lighter than usual against the wall. * Krawuuuuusch ..... *
There was a loud bang and when Bulma flew against the wall, came up and then slid to the floor, she had put her hands on her neck. She hardly moved in pain and with wide eyes, still crouching on the floor, she looked up at Vegeta pitifully.
"Oh no, what have I done, poor girl. Your eyes are glaring at me so sadly, what have I done ???", Vegeta thought and he felt uncomfortable .....
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You see / read I start again from the beginning! To the boys / men:
don't take men seriously, a hopeless case okay? I only called it that because it somehow fitted and it will fit!it is still pretty boring, please do not pay attention to the errors and I hope fie FF is for the 2nd FF that I have ever written is already a little at first I will continue to write this aml I would be happy about commis!
PS: I still have a few weaknesses, please let me correct this!