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Fanfic: Begegnungen des Schicksals #22
Chapter: Encounters of Fate # 22
Genre: Crossover
E-mail: MajinSakuko @ yahoo. de
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22nd part
It was getting darker and darker, although it was already night. The room began to spin, though Shinichi could have sworn it wasn't on a merry-go-round. The pressure around his neck increased as his arms dropped limp. He could barely move, how was he supposed to get the button that increased his strength above average?
Colors danced behind his closed lids and he drifted further away when he suddenly heard a bright girl's voice. * Ran? * he thought vaguely.
He couldn't give up yet. There was so much more to tell her, so much to be cleared up. With all his remaining might Shinichi fought against the impending faint, he clung to the thought of the girl he had to see again.
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"Let go of him immediately!"
Daimon[MS: I use the word from SMSS because I don't know the name in KKJ.]threw his head to one side and looked over her shoulder at the newly arrived blonde. "And what if I don't?" He asked viciously. “Are you going to kill ME then, Jeanne?” An evil grin appeared on his features, as he knew only too well that she couldn't tear the hair of an innocent man. How good that as a demon you had no conscience and could ruthlessly use human shields. "What then? Are you speechless?"
Jeanne ground her teeth in frustration. Those soulless monsters were all the same. Johanna's rebirth demonstratively raised her detector to make it clear to her counterpart that she meant business. "You have no chance against me," she said confidently of victory. "So let him go."
Joshu's eyes darkened a bit with suppressed anger. Without a word he let Conan fall to the ground and now turned to the uninvited visitor. "Then it's your turn first ..." As soon as the sentence was pronounced, a dazzlingly bright ball of energy rushed towards Jeanne, who was only a few meters away and instinctively threw her arms over her head.As in previous events, her protective shield came to her aid this time, which simply absorbed the negative energy.
"How ... did you ... do that?", Daimon wanted to know, panting. This attack took almost all of his energy and this blonde brat didn't even have a scratch! How did that go?
"That's a secret", Jeanne smiled noncommittally and pulled out her detector again and this time the location of the demon was displayed. * What a lovely invention *, she thought, a little sadly. It was somehow unfair that if one wanted to drive the demon away, what he had possessed should also go away. On the other hand, what was great about a demon-infested helicopter? Certainly not much ...
"N-no ...", Daimon stuttered horrified and stumbled back a few steps, almost bumping into Shinichi, who was still lying on the ground, half unconscious. "Don't!"
But it was too late.A white pin appeared from the detector, Jeanne grabbed it and fired it precisely at the aircraft.
As if through a thick veil, Joshus' eyes, wide in horror, followed the action. The pin hit the metal outer skin, a dark mist pulled out and disappeared into the pin, which then turned into a farmer.
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"Job carried out successfully, Fynn," saluted Jeanne, then guided her fingers from her forehead to the back of her head, where she removed the ribbon and then transformed back into shape.
"Well done, Marron," Fynn praised squeakily, but immediately urged them to leave.
The demons didn't know a holiday.
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Shinichi stared thoughtfully into his cocoa mug. It had been a long time since his view of the world was last so shaken.
There had been no crime, at least not in the closest sense.Demons possessed by humans ... How bizarre. What came next Aliens in the midst of humans?[BI: Hihi]But somehow Shinichi didn't feel like laughing at all. What if it was all true? Roswell as a fact?[BI: Did I ever doubt it? NEVER! ]Or would the aliens even be hostile, out to destroy humanity and then sell the planet to the highest bidder?
The detective shook his head. * Your imagination will run away with you! *
The kitchen was still lonely, no wonder, it was only five in the morning, but after yesterday's events he could no longer sleep.
The rain had stopped abruptly last night, so they could leave that day.
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Bulma couldn't sleep either. She felt Vegeta's body heat behind her, how she lay with her back against his chest. He had one arm looped loosely across the middle of her body.Didn't he feel the pain that gesture made her when he didn't know what it meant physically?
Bulma knew neither in nor out. On the one hand she wanted to be with him and enjoy his warmth, on the other hand she would like to flee and hide away. After much deliberation, she decided on the former, after all, she would lose his company soon enough when he found out about the baby. She would have at least a few months left, and she would know how to use it.
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Just under two and a half years, then the cyborgs would show up. Whether he would make it by then ... At least he had already mastered one big step: reaching the Super Saiyan level. With this power, he should be able to become strong enough to survive.
Easier thought than done, of course, and that's why Vegeta spent most of his time in gravity space.
The Super Saiyan affair was exhausting, and the prince found it all the more astonishing that Bulma, who was so physically weak, gave him strength through her nocturnal presence to survive the next day.
But all these thoughts became unimportant when gravity tried with all its might to bring Vegeta to his knees and did his best to resist the temptation.
Oil and sweat flowed freely in no time. Several training robots did not survive Vegeta's new excess. Bulma wouldn't be pleased ...
-Puff-
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After saying goodbye to Kogoro, Ran and Conan, life within the C.C. back to the old ways.
Vegeta trained like ...[BI: ... a madman. UPS, did I write that down now? ]Vegeta, Bulma bitchy (maybe a little more than usual), Professor Briefs was as rare as ever, only Bunny's hints (which Bulma must have only imagined - a kind of test form of exaggerated maternity leave) interrupted.
Joshu was fired without notice as he was linked to the disappearance of the supersonic glider.
One early morning Bulma snuck out of Vegeta's room again to go unnoticed. She took a hasty shower and put on her overalls to continue working in the lab.
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"They just feel uncomfortable, give them some time."
Souichi sighed in frustration. Did his wife really not understand what he was getting at? For him it was not about the public, but about the fact itself.
"You are really a cute couple ...", Bunny enthused. "I just wonder why you want to keep it a secret. For so long ..."
"Maybe because they were afraid of that reaction," the professor muttered. All he wanted was for his daughter to be happy. Even if he couldn't quite imagine that a * former? * Murderer should be the man of her life, but what should he do big?Bulma was grown up and couldn't be told anymore.
"Did you say something, honey?" Whistled Bunny, a little confused.
"Yes ... what's for lunch today?"
"Oh, I thought I'd make Nihon Soba, Yakitori today and for dessert I'll get a Sacher Torte from this cute new pastry shop right on the corner from us ..."
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~ Keep your stupid mental wall up! ~, Bulma screamed in Vegeta's mind. ~ I don't feel like listening to your fucking workout !! ~ Immediately afterwards she drove up her wall. * It's just the mood swings, * she calmed down. * Just the mood swings ... * Well and good, but who calmed Vegeta now?
Bulma sighed softly and devoted herself to reevaluating the results of the first supersonic glider prototype. Joshu would have been of great help to her now ... * Yes, because he knows the plans by heart! *, she thought sarcastically, immediately shook her head to get rid of these obstructive thoughts.
Data analysis wouldn't do much, so the scientist decided to pursue one of her numerous other projects. Preferably something she could use brute force on ... or at least a tool that made a lot of noise.
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* If she pulls this show off any longer, I can't guarantee anything anymore ... * Vegeta growled mentally to himself. Bulma's constant intrusions into his privacy annoyed him every time that he was seriously considering a permanent residence there to search. And what did you mean, he had his mental wall down? While the training? Definitely not! Maybe she was going crazy. Wasn't it already said that genius and madness were only separated by a very thin line? Well, then it was just a matter of being careful not to cross this line ... Not that she was influencing him in any way. It would be even nicer.
Irritated about how much time he had wasted thinking about such useless thoughts, Vegeta drove up the gravity by 25G.Within a few moments he switched to the Super Saiyan and started his warm-up exercises again.
How do you think she would react if he showed her that? Wait, where did that thought come from? He wasn't a soft Earthling who needed the approval and support of others to feel important. He could do that well on his own.
Vegeta stopped in the middle of a kata.
~ What is it now? ~ he hissed unfriendly. ~ Wasn't it that I shouldn't bother you? Why the other way around now? ~
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Bulma groaned in agony. How could she have been so careless? She had been used
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22nd part
It was getting darker and darker, although it was already night. The room began to spin, though Shinichi could have sworn it wasn't on a merry-go-round. The pressure around his neck increased as his arms dropped limp. He could barely move, how was he supposed to get the button that increased his strength above average?
Colors danced behind his closed lids and he drifted further away when he suddenly heard a bright girl's voice. * Ran? * he thought vaguely.
He couldn't give up yet. There was so much more to tell her, so much to be cleared up. With all his remaining might Shinichi fought against the impending faint, he clung to the thought of the girl he had to see again.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Let go of him immediately!"
Daimon[MS: I use the word from SMSS because I don't know the name in KKJ.]threw his head to one side and looked over her shoulder at the newly arrived blonde. "And what if I don't?" He asked viciously. “Are you going to kill ME then, Jeanne?” An evil grin appeared on his features, as he knew only too well that she couldn't tear the hair of an innocent man. How good that as a demon you had no conscience and could ruthlessly use human shields. "What then? Are you speechless?"
Jeanne ground her teeth in frustration. Those soulless monsters were all the same. Johanna's rebirth demonstratively raised her detector to make it clear to her counterpart that she meant business. "You have no chance against me," she said confidently of victory. "So let him go."
Joshu's eyes darkened a bit with suppressed anger. Without a word he let Conan fall to the ground and now turned to the uninvited visitor. "Then it's your turn first ..." As soon as the sentence was pronounced, a dazzlingly bright ball of energy rushed towards Jeanne, who was only a few meters away and instinctively threw her arms over her head.As in previous events, her protective shield came to her aid this time, which simply absorbed the negative energy.
"How ... did you ... do that?", Daimon wanted to know, panting. This attack took almost all of his energy and this blonde brat didn't even have a scratch! How did that go?
"That's a secret", Jeanne smiled noncommittally and pulled out her detector again and this time the location of the demon was displayed. * What a lovely invention *, she thought, a little sadly. It was somehow unfair that if one wanted to drive the demon away, what he had possessed should also go away. On the other hand, what was great about a demon-infested helicopter? Certainly not much ...
"N-no ...", Daimon stuttered horrified and stumbled back a few steps, almost bumping into Shinichi, who was still lying on the ground, half unconscious. "Don't!"
But it was too late.A white pin appeared from the detector, Jeanne grabbed it and fired it precisely at the aircraft.
As if through a thick veil, Joshus' eyes, wide in horror, followed the action. The pin hit the metal outer skin, a dark mist pulled out and disappeared into the pin, which then turned into a farmer.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Job carried out successfully, Fynn," saluted Jeanne, then guided her fingers from her forehead to the back of her head, where she removed the ribbon and then transformed back into shape.
"Well done, Marron," Fynn praised squeakily, but immediately urged them to leave.
The demons didn't know a holiday.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Shinichi stared thoughtfully into his cocoa mug. It had been a long time since his view of the world was last so shaken.
There had been no crime, at least not in the closest sense.Demons possessed by humans ... How bizarre. What came next Aliens in the midst of humans?[BI: Hihi]But somehow Shinichi didn't feel like laughing at all. What if it was all true? Roswell as a fact?[BI: Did I ever doubt it? NEVER! ]Or would the aliens even be hostile, out to destroy humanity and then sell the planet to the highest bidder?
The detective shook his head. * Your imagination will run away with you! *
The kitchen was still lonely, no wonder, it was only five in the morning, but after yesterday's events he could no longer sleep.
The rain had stopped abruptly last night, so they could leave that day.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Bulma couldn't sleep either. She felt Vegeta's body heat behind her, how she lay with her back against his chest. He had one arm looped loosely across the middle of her body.Didn't he feel the pain that gesture made her when he didn't know what it meant physically?
Bulma knew neither in nor out. On the one hand she wanted to be with him and enjoy his warmth, on the other hand she would like to flee and hide away. After much deliberation, she decided on the former, after all, she would lose his company soon enough when he found out about the baby. She would have at least a few months left, and she would know how to use it.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Just under two and a half years, then the cyborgs would show up. Whether he would make it by then ... At least he had already mastered one big step: reaching the Super Saiyan level. With this power, he should be able to become strong enough to survive.
Easier thought than done, of course, and that's why Vegeta spent most of his time in gravity space.
The Super Saiyan affair was exhausting, and the prince found it all the more astonishing that Bulma, who was so physically weak, gave him strength through her nocturnal presence to survive the next day.
But all these thoughts became unimportant when gravity tried with all its might to bring Vegeta to his knees and did his best to resist the temptation.
Oil and sweat flowed freely in no time. Several training robots did not survive Vegeta's new excess. Bulma wouldn't be pleased ...
-Puff-
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
After saying goodbye to Kogoro, Ran and Conan, life within the C.C. back to the old ways.
Vegeta trained like ...[BI: ... a madman. UPS, did I write that down now? ]Vegeta, Bulma bitchy (maybe a little more than usual), Professor Briefs was as rare as ever, only Bunny's hints (which Bulma must have only imagined - a kind of test form of exaggerated maternity leave) interrupted.
Joshu was fired without notice as he was linked to the disappearance of the supersonic glider.
One early morning Bulma snuck out of Vegeta's room again to go unnoticed. She took a hasty shower and put on her overalls to continue working in the lab.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"They just feel uncomfortable, give them some time."
Souichi sighed in frustration. Did his wife really not understand what he was getting at? For him it was not about the public, but about the fact itself.
"You are really a cute couple ...", Bunny enthused. "I just wonder why you want to keep it a secret. For so long ..."
"Maybe because they were afraid of that reaction," the professor muttered. All he wanted was for his daughter to be happy. Even if he couldn't quite imagine that a * former? * Murderer should be the man of her life, but what should he do big?Bulma was grown up and couldn't be told anymore.
"Did you say something, honey?" Whistled Bunny, a little confused.
"Yes ... what's for lunch today?"
"Oh, I thought I'd make Nihon Soba, Yakitori today and for dessert I'll get a Sacher Torte from this cute new pastry shop right on the corner from us ..."
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
~ Keep your stupid mental wall up! ~, Bulma screamed in Vegeta's mind. ~ I don't feel like listening to your fucking workout !! ~ Immediately afterwards she drove up her wall. * It's just the mood swings, * she calmed down. * Just the mood swings ... * Well and good, but who calmed Vegeta now?
Bulma sighed softly and devoted herself to reevaluating the results of the first supersonic glider prototype. Joshu would have been of great help to her now ... * Yes, because he knows the plans by heart! *, she thought sarcastically, immediately shook her head to get rid of these obstructive thoughts.
Data analysis wouldn't do much, so the scientist decided to pursue one of her numerous other projects. Preferably something she could use brute force on ... or at least a tool that made a lot of noise.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
* If she pulls this show off any longer, I can't guarantee anything anymore ... * Vegeta growled mentally to himself. Bulma's constant intrusions into his privacy annoyed him every time that he was seriously considering a permanent residence there to search. And what did you mean, he had his mental wall down? While the training? Definitely not! Maybe she was going crazy. Wasn't it already said that genius and madness were only separated by a very thin line? Well, then it was just a matter of being careful not to cross this line ... Not that she was influencing him in any way. It would be even nicer.
Irritated about how much time he had wasted thinking about such useless thoughts, Vegeta drove up the gravity by 25G.Within a few moments he switched to the Super Saiyan and started his warm-up exercises again.
How do you think she would react if he showed her that? Wait, where did that thought come from? He wasn't a soft Earthling who needed the approval and support of others to feel important. He could do that well on his own.
Vegeta stopped in the middle of a kata.
~ What is it now? ~ he hissed unfriendly. ~ Wasn't it that I shouldn't bother you? Why the other way around now? ~
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Bulma groaned in agony. How could she have been so careless? She had been used