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Fanfic: Trunks und die Saiyajins 6 (aussichtslose Liebe)
Chapter: Trunks and the Saiyans 6 (Desperate Love)
Uh hello ^^
I really love you all, my comic writers, my readers
uh especially my commissary ...
so
thanks to
KYA16
ALIYAH
VEGETAW17
LOUNA_CHAN
thank you for cheering me up ^. ^
can you make suggestions for the story?
AND I WELCOME NEW
Kya16
don't forget no rather please i need some advice !!!!! what exactly should I write does anyone have any suggestions ???
so
next MORNING:
"get up ..." someone whispered in Trunks ear. TRunks just mumbled something unintelligible and turned away from the voice.
"wake up!" he was shaken and pulled, but Trunks slept on. He lolled comfortably into the nice warm blanket.
"MAN WAKE UP !!!!!" shouted Zeran, pushing Trunks 20 centimeters.
"what?" he growled and opened his eyes sleepily, growled again and sat up quickly.
"What's going on?" he muttered in a shy, yawning manner and rubbed his eyes, while Zeran sat down and looked at him.
"Get up ... go to work!" says the brown-haired one, got up and left her room.
Trunks got up without further ado, dressed himself and ran after Zeran, silly and sleepy.
"Service!" another day, new luck?
Trunks rushed over and took the order, ran into the kitchen and brought the food.
“Hey boy!” Someone growled and surprisingly patted Trunks from behind.
Trunks saw who it was at a glance, the rude guy!
"What?" Trunks growled menacingly and took the Saiyajin's hand off his shoulder.
"Don't be rude, slave!" he growled back and nudged him lightly.
Trunks preferred his father's gaze in this situation, but soon he let it go and asked politely. "What can I do for you, sir?" he uttered the Lord spitefully and with disgust.He just didn't like this guy ...
"Well, someone came back on the carpet." Cooed the man and put his index finger on Trunk's forehead or more gauze and pressed him painfully inside.
Trunks had reduced his fighting strength, he felt everything he was doing ... he was about to burst! Then he got something out of it ...
"XYOTOR!" someone shouted from the door and suddenly someone snapped their hand away from their strin.
Trunks opened his eyes, which he had closed the whole time, and saw Bardock, who held the man's hand painfully in his hands.
"Let the boy ... Xyotor..he didn't do you."
"He was rude .... pf I could kill him for that." Xyotor said scornfully, shaking off Bardock's hand.
“I can do what I want with a SLAVE!” Xyotor looked contemptuously at Trunks and his eyes narrowed and he grinned.
"I could kill you ... here and now!" he said to Trunks, who was still looking into his eyes, just as narrow as his, with the same hatred.Only now, on closer inspection, did Trunks notice this small device in his eye ... now he remembered that each of the Sayiajins wore one (scouter)
"Say thank you for not doing it."
TRunk's hands shook when he said that ...
-Say thank you- it echoed in his head.
SAY THANK YOU! What was the guy doing?
"Xyotor ... stop the boy didn't hurt you."
Trunks looked up in surprise and saw the young woman again, the one with the black eyes who had said to him: Stop grinning so stupidly, I don't like that ...
"How do you want my sweetie!" He cooed and took her from behind in his arms, she didn't seem to like that at all, and punched him in the stomach with caracho.
It looked like he was about to throw up when she walked away from him and set up a table and crossed her legs loosely and grinned maliciously at him.
"Don't worry, Bardock!" she winked at the other Saiyajin and looked back at Xyotor, who had calmed down again and looked somewhat reproachfully at her.
"I've got a grip on him," she said and smiled.
"Hmm, well ..." said Bardock a little skeptically and watched as Xyotor sat down next to her and grinned a little mischievously before the two sank into a conversation.
"Everything OK?" suddenly asked a voice that diverted Trunks' gaze from the woman.
Bardock carefully touched his shoulder and then timidly let his whole hand fall on her.
"Hey boy? Really cool ... let your strength down a bit, calm down ..." Bardock whispered softly and Trunks actually calmed down. Slowly his breath fell and his heart calmed down.
"Thanks!" said Trunks and smiled slightly.
"All right!" the hand disappeared and Bardock smiled too.
“He's so ... Elite warrior!” Bardock noticeably rolled his eyes and nodded towards the two of them.
"They're good at fighting ... but not particularly friendly ... they're actually all ..." he growled irritably and looked back at Trunks.
"What's your name? Have you never been here ..."
"Bardock good to see you!" suddenly called Donkos and joined them.
Confused by the sudden appearance and the hand he was offered, he shook it and was led away by Trunks. (So away from trunks).
A little relieved, Trunks made his way to the kitchen. Dishwashing service.
late in the evening.
Done and done, Trunks and Zeran dragged themselves exhausted into the garden to rest a little.
The garden was beautiful, decorated with many exotic flowers, enriched with bushes and fed with small lakes.
Trunks lay down by one of these lakes and Zeran sat on a bench.
A few other slaves mingled with them, but soon left the group and spread out in the garden.
"Wow, I'm done!" Trunkd theatrically slammed his hand on his forehead and rolled over in the grass, accidentally splashing into the lake.Grinning, Trunks bubbled on the surface, playing dead man.
(pointed chicken and I would say a grinning corpse named Ötzi! * grin * he grinned at us in the museum when we were in Tyrol ^^)
Zeran looked dreamily at Trunks and sat down from the bench on the bank.
"I would also like to ..." he mumbled but then stopped and looked a little embarrassed at the floor.
"What?" Trunks asked, lying on his side on the water and resting his chin on his hand.
He hovered carefully over the water in the same position, nobody saw her, it was too late and nobody was in the garden anymore, not even the slaves, the last one had said goodbye 10 minutes ago.
"A life other than this!" he said, locking everything in with his hands and sighing.
"Hm ... yes ..." mumbled Trunkd and slowly sank playfully into the lake.
"BLub blub blub bluuuuub!" Bubbles bubbled out of the lake as Trunks sank completely into it and then suddenly shot out ... stopped a few meters above the lake and grinned.
"I'm looking forward to going home ... but to be honest ... I want to find out more here."
"Hahahahahaaaaa!" Zeran laughed and sat up again and looked up at Trunks.
"You couldn't leave here at all!" he smiled, got up and brushed the dirt off his pants.
"Why not?" Trunks asked when he came downstairs and looked at him questioningly.
"They would defeat you and lock you up again ..." Zeran said seriously and started to leave.
"No ... they couldn't ..." Trunks muttered softly, but Zeran had heard.
"What do you think?" he asked cautiously, but didn't turn to face him.
"They don't know ... but please keep it to yourself ..." Trunks whispered, bowing his head.
"You can trust me!" Zeran smiled and turned to show him he meant business.
"you know me!" he smiled again and cocked his head.
"I've reduced my fighting strength!" Trunks muttered softly and walked towards Zeran.
"Uh what?" Zeran asked cautiously and stepped closer to him.
"Uh ... well ... the SJs are dependent on those things ne?" Trunks asked, mimicking a body on his ear with his hand.
"Scouter ..." Zeran told him and watched TRunks' interested face.
"Uh ... these things show the fighting strength ..." added Zeran and watched Trunks with his face glowing with enthusiasm.
"Oh really? Uh," he whispered and looked embarrassed at the floor. "I thought to myself, although things never started ... uh ... I'm stronger than the guy there ... oh, you don't know him." Trunks muttered confused and tried to somehow make it clear to his friend what he meant.
"Preferably!" said Zeran and grabbed his friend amicably by the shoulder and led him into the pub.
"Are you sleeping now!" Zeran grinned and walked up the stairs to their room with Trunks.
Where they both fell asleep peacefully. Trunks kept glancing at Zeran ...
-When will I find out more? What in hell am i learning? Do my parents worry? - with these questions he fell asleep immediately.
a few 1000 kilometers further up.
"Sure .... will be done ..."
"And please pay attention ..."
"Yo I do ... don't panic, I'll just take Gregory with me, because a lot helps a lot ... ^^"
"Watch out!"
"YESAAAAA!"
To be continued
I really love you all, my comic writers, my readers
uh especially my commissary ...
so
thanks to
KYA16
ALIYAH
VEGETAW17
LOUNA_CHAN
thank you for cheering me up ^. ^
can you make suggestions for the story?
AND I WELCOME NEW
Kya16
don't forget no rather please i need some advice !!!!! what exactly should I write does anyone have any suggestions ???
so
next MORNING:
"get up ..." someone whispered in Trunks ear. TRunks just mumbled something unintelligible and turned away from the voice.
"wake up!" he was shaken and pulled, but Trunks slept on. He lolled comfortably into the nice warm blanket.
"MAN WAKE UP !!!!!" shouted Zeran, pushing Trunks 20 centimeters.
"what?" he growled and opened his eyes sleepily, growled again and sat up quickly.
"What's going on?" he muttered in a shy, yawning manner and rubbed his eyes, while Zeran sat down and looked at him.
"Get up ... go to work!" says the brown-haired one, got up and left her room.
Trunks got up without further ado, dressed himself and ran after Zeran, silly and sleepy.
"Service!" another day, new luck?
Trunks rushed over and took the order, ran into the kitchen and brought the food.
“Hey boy!” Someone growled and surprisingly patted Trunks from behind.
Trunks saw who it was at a glance, the rude guy!
"What?" Trunks growled menacingly and took the Saiyajin's hand off his shoulder.
"Don't be rude, slave!" he growled back and nudged him lightly.
Trunks preferred his father's gaze in this situation, but soon he let it go and asked politely. "What can I do for you, sir?" he uttered the Lord spitefully and with disgust.He just didn't like this guy ...
"Well, someone came back on the carpet." Cooed the man and put his index finger on Trunk's forehead or more gauze and pressed him painfully inside.
Trunks had reduced his fighting strength, he felt everything he was doing ... he was about to burst! Then he got something out of it ...
"XYOTOR!" someone shouted from the door and suddenly someone snapped their hand away from their strin.
Trunks opened his eyes, which he had closed the whole time, and saw Bardock, who held the man's hand painfully in his hands.
"Let the boy ... Xyotor..he didn't do you."
"He was rude .... pf I could kill him for that." Xyotor said scornfully, shaking off Bardock's hand.
“I can do what I want with a SLAVE!” Xyotor looked contemptuously at Trunks and his eyes narrowed and he grinned.
"I could kill you ... here and now!" he said to Trunks, who was still looking into his eyes, just as narrow as his, with the same hatred.Only now, on closer inspection, did Trunks notice this small device in his eye ... now he remembered that each of the Sayiajins wore one (scouter)
"Say thank you for not doing it."
TRunk's hands shook when he said that ...
-Say thank you- it echoed in his head.
SAY THANK YOU! What was the guy doing?
"Xyotor ... stop the boy didn't hurt you."
Trunks looked up in surprise and saw the young woman again, the one with the black eyes who had said to him: Stop grinning so stupidly, I don't like that ...
"How do you want my sweetie!" He cooed and took her from behind in his arms, she didn't seem to like that at all, and punched him in the stomach with caracho.
It looked like he was about to throw up when she walked away from him and set up a table and crossed her legs loosely and grinned maliciously at him.
"Don't worry, Bardock!" she winked at the other Saiyajin and looked back at Xyotor, who had calmed down again and looked somewhat reproachfully at her.
"I've got a grip on him," she said and smiled.
"Hmm, well ..." said Bardock a little skeptically and watched as Xyotor sat down next to her and grinned a little mischievously before the two sank into a conversation.
"Everything OK?" suddenly asked a voice that diverted Trunks' gaze from the woman.
Bardock carefully touched his shoulder and then timidly let his whole hand fall on her.
"Hey boy? Really cool ... let your strength down a bit, calm down ..." Bardock whispered softly and Trunks actually calmed down. Slowly his breath fell and his heart calmed down.
"Thanks!" said Trunks and smiled slightly.
"All right!" the hand disappeared and Bardock smiled too.
“He's so ... Elite warrior!” Bardock noticeably rolled his eyes and nodded towards the two of them.
"They're good at fighting ... but not particularly friendly ... they're actually all ..." he growled irritably and looked back at Trunks.
"What's your name? Have you never been here ..."
"Bardock good to see you!" suddenly called Donkos and joined them.
Confused by the sudden appearance and the hand he was offered, he shook it and was led away by Trunks. (So away from trunks).
A little relieved, Trunks made his way to the kitchen. Dishwashing service.
late in the evening.
Done and done, Trunks and Zeran dragged themselves exhausted into the garden to rest a little.
The garden was beautiful, decorated with many exotic flowers, enriched with bushes and fed with small lakes.
Trunks lay down by one of these lakes and Zeran sat on a bench.
A few other slaves mingled with them, but soon left the group and spread out in the garden.
"Wow, I'm done!" Trunkd theatrically slammed his hand on his forehead and rolled over in the grass, accidentally splashing into the lake.Grinning, Trunks bubbled on the surface, playing dead man.
(pointed chicken and I would say a grinning corpse named Ötzi! * grin * he grinned at us in the museum when we were in Tyrol ^^)
Zeran looked dreamily at Trunks and sat down from the bench on the bank.
"I would also like to ..." he mumbled but then stopped and looked a little embarrassed at the floor.
"What?" Trunks asked, lying on his side on the water and resting his chin on his hand.
He hovered carefully over the water in the same position, nobody saw her, it was too late and nobody was in the garden anymore, not even the slaves, the last one had said goodbye 10 minutes ago.
"A life other than this!" he said, locking everything in with his hands and sighing.
"Hm ... yes ..." mumbled Trunkd and slowly sank playfully into the lake.
"BLub blub blub bluuuuub!" Bubbles bubbled out of the lake as Trunks sank completely into it and then suddenly shot out ... stopped a few meters above the lake and grinned.
"I'm looking forward to going home ... but to be honest ... I want to find out more here."
"Hahahahahaaaaa!" Zeran laughed and sat up again and looked up at Trunks.
"You couldn't leave here at all!" he smiled, got up and brushed the dirt off his pants.
"Why not?" Trunks asked when he came downstairs and looked at him questioningly.
"They would defeat you and lock you up again ..." Zeran said seriously and started to leave.
"No ... they couldn't ..." Trunks muttered softly, but Zeran had heard.
"What do you think?" he asked cautiously, but didn't turn to face him.
"They don't know ... but please keep it to yourself ..." Trunks whispered, bowing his head.
"You can trust me!" Zeran smiled and turned to show him he meant business.
"you know me!" he smiled again and cocked his head.
"I've reduced my fighting strength!" Trunks muttered softly and walked towards Zeran.
"Uh what?" Zeran asked cautiously and stepped closer to him.
"Uh ... well ... the SJs are dependent on those things ne?" Trunks asked, mimicking a body on his ear with his hand.
"Scouter ..." Zeran told him and watched TRunks' interested face.
"Uh ... these things show the fighting strength ..." added Zeran and watched Trunks with his face glowing with enthusiasm.
"Oh really? Uh," he whispered and looked embarrassed at the floor. "I thought to myself, although things never started ... uh ... I'm stronger than the guy there ... oh, you don't know him." Trunks muttered confused and tried to somehow make it clear to his friend what he meant.
"Preferably!" said Zeran and grabbed his friend amicably by the shoulder and led him into the pub.
"Are you sleeping now!" Zeran grinned and walked up the stairs to their room with Trunks.
Where they both fell asleep peacefully. Trunks kept glancing at Zeran ...
-When will I find out more? What in hell am i learning? Do my parents worry? - with these questions he fell asleep immediately.
a few 1000 kilometers further up.
"Sure .... will be done ..."
"And please pay attention ..."
"Yo I do ... don't panic, I'll just take Gregory with me, because a lot helps a lot ... ^^"
"Watch out!"
"YESAAAAA!"
To be continued