Translation
Fanfic: Stage on!
Chapter: Stage on!
foreword: MUHAHAHA ......... I have another totally stupid idea * gg *
This FanFic is (initially) about Vegeta (Japanese Bejiita) and C-18 (Japanese Juuhachigou)[interesting main characters ^^ "].
The two are ..... * drum roll * ...... the most famous (music) group in Japan ^^! Both are singers and compose their own songs. The music genre is (alternative) rock[if who cares ^^ "].
Good ... to the process. The two of them don't know anyone from Group-Z except themselves[yeah, that'll come later].
And of course they both keep their strength;)[please don't ask me how Vegeta came to earth and so on -. - I'm too lazy to think this up -__- '']
The whole thing will be a little deeper than just a "simple" band, but you'll see that then;)
About the content: I'll try to bring in as much humor as possible[which shouldn't be easy with this story -. - ']a bit of tension, a little bit of eroticism[yeah, you heard that right * g *], on occasion maybe a little bit of drama and when I have a creative phase, maybe even action ^^ "[noooooo, I have no problem with action To write scenes, just not ...... -.-]
Ah yes, one more thing. The first lyrics I use as a song are "Rebirth" by Mark'Oh and John Davies. Find the text very suitable, so I'll use it ^^ If I have the time and feel like it, I might think of my own lyrics.
Well, before I flood you, I'll get started .... let's see what comes out ^ _ ~
Stage on!
“Start in 10 minutes!” In the backstage area, people rushed, discussed and checked. The manager Mutoshi Ryouki rushed from C-18's room to Vegeta's. As soon as he got there, he immediately tore open the door and the sign with Vegeta's name almost fell off the door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! OUT ON THE STAGE WITH YOU!" Vegeta calmly looked into the large mirror that was in his room, while he wrapped the red ribbon around his head. It was the trademark of "Yuumei"[jap = dark and light], which he always used as a headband and C-18 as an (upper) bracelet.Then he gently stroked the wide belt around his rather low-hanging, dark blue baggy, which revealed part of his white boxer shorts. His torso remained exposed, revealing the long scar on his right chest. That was his standard outfit at concerts. C-18 mostly wore gray sports pants and a light green top.
After checking his clothes again, he turned to the manager. “I don't like to be rushed.” Mutoshi heard a cool wind as Vegeta walked past him to the door. "Tell me, what are you thinking of ?! Are you out of your mind ?! Listen, if you continue like this, I'll make sure that you don't reveal a sound to the public for the next ten years!" Abruptly, Vegeta stopped and approached Mutoshi with a dark look. "Listen, if you keep doing this, you won't see the next ten years." His voice was cold and completely emotionless.Sweat ran down Mutoshi's forehead and he gasped for breath. He was new here. The last manager of Yuumei was said to have been in the hospital for two months after accusing Vegeta of not being able to sing. It wasn't really his dream band, but they were the last ones left free.
"Leave the poor man alone, Bejiita. Look, he's almost pissing himself off." Vegeta turned away from Mutoshi again and left his room. "Hmpf, then you should keep an eye on him, Juuchi, in case he needs your help." A slight grin formed on C-18's face and she followed the muscular man with the tangled hair. “If you think so.” As the two disappeared around the next corner, Mutoshi sighed loudly. "Well, that'll be something ..." He took another deep breath, and then made his way to the studio.
“And now what you've all been waiting for: YUUMEI!” The hall raged and shouted out the band name non-stop.The spotlights came on with a loud noise, their light highlighting the contours of the two people on the stage. When the music started playing it got louder. Teenagers and young adults from all over Japan threw their arms up and cheered for all they could. C-18 stepped out and put the microphone to her mouth. "Rebirth, I`m shading my skin. The blood of a thousand man is raining down on my past. Nobody cared and nobody asked. Rebirth, I`m shading my skin. The words of a thousand man are fating into the past. Now I don`t care and now I don`t ask. "Many visitors, mostly male, began to whistle. Now Vegeta began to sing his lyrics. "I watch the world colapse behind me, as the shadows climed my bag. I let the devil sit beside me and I have walked the thorny track. I felt the knives of envy stabbing as I trod the baron earth. Let the crawlers do their grabbing . This is my rebirth! "Now one could hear female fans cheering and calling Vegeta's name.C-18 sang the chorus again and so it went on for a while.
In the audience, a black-haired boy, around 16 years old, was paying for his drinks at the counter and squeezed through the raging crowd, trying not to spill the contents of the two glasses. When he arrived at the destination, he handed a glass to a girl who was also black-haired and who was his age, and put his arm around her. While they drank their drinks, they looked on the stage and watched the concert. The girl emptied her glass and looked briefly into the boy's black eyes. "Do you really think they'll take you? Well, as far as I've heard, they're pretty squeamish. They even claim they'll go by the strength of a new member. Some who tried are said to have ended up unconscious in the hospital." The person addressed put the empty glass from his lips and smiled briefly. "Let that be my concern."
The crowd decreased after a few hours and workers began to clear the stage. In the backstage area, Vegeta tore a towel from a temporary worker and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he got to his door, he paused for a moment and lifted his head a little. “What are you doing here?” In a corner behind him, a figure pushed itself away from the wall and walked towards Vegeta. His short black hair glistened in the light of the well-lit hall. “Heard you’re looking for a guitarist.” “Hmmm, it depends.” Without paying the boy any further attention, Vegeta opened the door to his room and was about to close it again, which the boy didn’t succeed in doing his foot wedged between them. Only now did Vegeta turn around and look into the black eyes, which were almost sparkling with ambition. "My name is Gohan, I want to apply to you."
--- To be continued ---
This FanFic is (initially) about Vegeta (Japanese Bejiita) and C-18 (Japanese Juuhachigou)[interesting main characters ^^ "].
The two are ..... * drum roll * ...... the most famous (music) group in Japan ^^! Both are singers and compose their own songs. The music genre is (alternative) rock[if who cares ^^ "].
Good ... to the process. The two of them don't know anyone from Group-Z except themselves[yeah, that'll come later].
And of course they both keep their strength;)[please don't ask me how Vegeta came to earth and so on -. - I'm too lazy to think this up -__- '']
The whole thing will be a little deeper than just a "simple" band, but you'll see that then;)
About the content: I'll try to bring in as much humor as possible[which shouldn't be easy with this story -. - ']a bit of tension, a little bit of eroticism[yeah, you heard that right * g *], on occasion maybe a little bit of drama and when I have a creative phase, maybe even action ^^ "[noooooo, I have no problem with action To write scenes, just not ...... -.-]
Ah yes, one more thing. The first lyrics I use as a song are "Rebirth" by Mark'Oh and John Davies. Find the text very suitable, so I'll use it ^^ If I have the time and feel like it, I might think of my own lyrics.
Well, before I flood you, I'll get started .... let's see what comes out ^ _ ~
Stage on!
“Start in 10 minutes!” In the backstage area, people rushed, discussed and checked. The manager Mutoshi Ryouki rushed from C-18's room to Vegeta's. As soon as he got there, he immediately tore open the door and the sign with Vegeta's name almost fell off the door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! OUT ON THE STAGE WITH YOU!" Vegeta calmly looked into the large mirror that was in his room, while he wrapped the red ribbon around his head. It was the trademark of "Yuumei"[jap = dark and light], which he always used as a headband and C-18 as an (upper) bracelet.Then he gently stroked the wide belt around his rather low-hanging, dark blue baggy, which revealed part of his white boxer shorts. His torso remained exposed, revealing the long scar on his right chest. That was his standard outfit at concerts. C-18 mostly wore gray sports pants and a light green top.
After checking his clothes again, he turned to the manager. “I don't like to be rushed.” Mutoshi heard a cool wind as Vegeta walked past him to the door. "Tell me, what are you thinking of ?! Are you out of your mind ?! Listen, if you continue like this, I'll make sure that you don't reveal a sound to the public for the next ten years!" Abruptly, Vegeta stopped and approached Mutoshi with a dark look. "Listen, if you keep doing this, you won't see the next ten years." His voice was cold and completely emotionless.Sweat ran down Mutoshi's forehead and he gasped for breath. He was new here. The last manager of Yuumei was said to have been in the hospital for two months after accusing Vegeta of not being able to sing. It wasn't really his dream band, but they were the last ones left free.
"Leave the poor man alone, Bejiita. Look, he's almost pissing himself off." Vegeta turned away from Mutoshi again and left his room. "Hmpf, then you should keep an eye on him, Juuchi, in case he needs your help." A slight grin formed on C-18's face and she followed the muscular man with the tangled hair. “If you think so.” As the two disappeared around the next corner, Mutoshi sighed loudly. "Well, that'll be something ..." He took another deep breath, and then made his way to the studio.
“And now what you've all been waiting for: YUUMEI!” The hall raged and shouted out the band name non-stop.The spotlights came on with a loud noise, their light highlighting the contours of the two people on the stage. When the music started playing it got louder. Teenagers and young adults from all over Japan threw their arms up and cheered for all they could. C-18 stepped out and put the microphone to her mouth. "Rebirth, I`m shading my skin. The blood of a thousand man is raining down on my past. Nobody cared and nobody asked. Rebirth, I`m shading my skin. The words of a thousand man are fating into the past. Now I don`t care and now I don`t ask. "Many visitors, mostly male, began to whistle. Now Vegeta began to sing his lyrics. "I watch the world colapse behind me, as the shadows climed my bag. I let the devil sit beside me and I have walked the thorny track. I felt the knives of envy stabbing as I trod the baron earth. Let the crawlers do their grabbing . This is my rebirth! "Now one could hear female fans cheering and calling Vegeta's name.C-18 sang the chorus again and so it went on for a while.
In the audience, a black-haired boy, around 16 years old, was paying for his drinks at the counter and squeezed through the raging crowd, trying not to spill the contents of the two glasses. When he arrived at the destination, he handed a glass to a girl who was also black-haired and who was his age, and put his arm around her. While they drank their drinks, they looked on the stage and watched the concert. The girl emptied her glass and looked briefly into the boy's black eyes. "Do you really think they'll take you? Well, as far as I've heard, they're pretty squeamish. They even claim they'll go by the strength of a new member. Some who tried are said to have ended up unconscious in the hospital." The person addressed put the empty glass from his lips and smiled briefly. "Let that be my concern."
The crowd decreased after a few hours and workers began to clear the stage. In the backstage area, Vegeta tore a towel from a temporary worker and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he got to his door, he paused for a moment and lifted his head a little. “What are you doing here?” In a corner behind him, a figure pushed itself away from the wall and walked towards Vegeta. His short black hair glistened in the light of the well-lit hall. “Heard you’re looking for a guitarist.” “Hmmm, it depends.” Without paying the boy any further attention, Vegeta opened the door to his room and was about to close it again, which the boy didn’t succeed in doing his foot wedged between them. Only now did Vegeta turn around and look into the black eyes, which were almost sparkling with ambition. "My name is Gohan, I want to apply to you."
--- To be continued ---