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Fanfic: Son-Goku und Vegeta auf Jobsuche - Part 4
Chapter: Son-Goku and Vegeta looking for a job - Part 4
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Son-Goku and Vegeta looking for a job - Part 4
... and struck too! Bulma landed in the next corner. "AUA! Are you crazy now ??" She held her cheek with one hand, with the other she propped herself against the wall. Vegeta threatened her for the second time. A mad flicker could be seen in his narrowed slits in his eyes. His mouth was curled up in a malicious grin. "Well ?! Are you finally doing what I tell you?" He was about to strike the next blow ... Bulma narrowed her eyes in shock and raised a protective hand in front of her face. Vegeta raised her hand ... and took another step towards Bulma. "FATHER STOP THAT!"Trunks stood in the doorway with his sister Bra. Vegeta glared at him out of the corner of his eye." KEEP YOURSELF OUT !!!! "he turned back to Bulam. Trunks face darkened immediately and his hair turned hydrogen blonde." Leave mother alone! "" I just said you shouldn't interfere! "Vegeta turned away from his wife and walked towards Trunks. Bra immediately rushed to her mother, who took a sigh of relief and sank down on the floor." Mom, everything OK? "" Yes, yes my darling, I'm fine. Better take care of your little sister! "From the next room you could hear tepid blaring. Chibi-Bra had woken up from the loud noise in the kitchen and was now screaming with all her might.
Trunks meanwhile lured Vegeta into the Gr. Room. At least the house stayed whole and he could gain time. In doing so, however, he had to be careful of the hard blows from his father. When they got inside, Trunks slammed the door.His father paused for a moment and Trunks used this little inattention to throw Vegeta against the opposite wall. However, he immediately picked himself up again and lunged at his son again. He was really mad now! He covered Trunks with a series of blows. Trunks sometimes had trouble fending off all of them because he had hardly trained in the last few months because the first exams had to be taken at school. Besides, he hasn't felt like fighting lately. He preferred to hang out with Goths. Even if he was getting on his nerves with his eternal chatter about possible girls. But it was still better than training with his father. Vegeta was of a different opinion, but Trunks didn't really care whether he called him a wimp or not.
Trunks slammed against the wall. He felt warm blood running down his temple. Vegeta had hit him pretty hard because he had been careless for a moment.He struggled to keep the impotence rising in him. But Vegeta was still angry. He pulled Trunks up again and before he knew what was happening to him, his father had rubbed him again. He sagged. The blackness that spread before his eyes could no longer be stopped. But Trunks recovered within a few seconds and struggled to get up. “You have become a wimp!” Vegeta stood before him with his head held high and looked at him contemptuously. "You will never become a real fighter if you don't start training harder again!" His father laughed coldly. It was exactly this laugh that made Trunks white-hot. But today he didn't feel like it anymore. Without a word he went to the door. Then he turned to Vegeta again "And woe to you touch mom again, then ..." "Then what? Huh?" Vegeta's grin grew wider. “You can't take anything from me anyway!” He was still looking contemptuously at his son.Trunks was seething with anger, but he knew that he shouldn't irritate his father any further. So he left the group room without another word. Vegeta also turned to the door and marched towards the bathroom. He needed a cold shower first. He got what he needed from his room, undressed and then got into one of the shower rails. Vegeta let the fresh water run down on him. (I wonder how they do it anyway - their hairstyle still holds when they dive!) He couldn't understand why Trunks didn't want to fight. He was a Saya-Jin, after all, and if he wanted, he could become the strongest fighter in the universe. He thought about the past hours. He had actually hit Bulma. As long as he was with her, he couldn't remember that he'd ever hit her, even if he was mad at her sometimes. Why did he do that anyway? Oh yes - she wanted him to work.He turned off the water, dried off, then went to bed. The whole house was sound asleep, but Vegeta was still lying awake and thinking. 'Now she still hasn't fixed the exercise room for me! Should I perhaps accept your offer after all? "Vegeta was plagued by guilty conscience because he had treated his wife so roughly today. He felt kind of guilty ... He pondered it for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind ...
Will Vegeta finally give in or still resist Bulma's suggestion?
I hope you enjoyed the 4th part too.
Please write me a few comments. I need motivation * gg * !!!
Greetings KILIA
@Seika: Thank you for wanting to read my FF's sometime * happy *
P.s .: you are not allowed to stop writing !! BIIIIITTTTTTEEEEEEE !!!!
And now the next part:
Son-Goku and Vegeta looking for a job - Part 4
... and struck too! Bulma landed in the next corner. "AUA! Are you crazy now ??" She held her cheek with one hand, with the other she propped herself against the wall. Vegeta threatened her for the second time. A mad flicker could be seen in his narrowed slits in his eyes. His mouth was curled up in a malicious grin. "Well ?! Are you finally doing what I tell you?" He was about to strike the next blow ... Bulma narrowed her eyes in shock and raised a protective hand in front of her face. Vegeta raised her hand ... and took another step towards Bulma. "FATHER STOP THAT!"Trunks stood in the doorway with his sister Bra. Vegeta glared at him out of the corner of his eye." KEEP YOURSELF OUT !!!! "he turned back to Bulam. Trunks face darkened immediately and his hair turned hydrogen blonde." Leave mother alone! "" I just said you shouldn't interfere! "Vegeta turned away from his wife and walked towards Trunks. Bra immediately rushed to her mother, who took a sigh of relief and sank down on the floor." Mom, everything OK? "" Yes, yes my darling, I'm fine. Better take care of your little sister! "From the next room you could hear tepid blaring. Chibi-Bra had woken up from the loud noise in the kitchen and was now screaming with all her might.
Trunks meanwhile lured Vegeta into the Gr. Room. At least the house stayed whole and he could gain time. In doing so, however, he had to be careful of the hard blows from his father. When they got inside, Trunks slammed the door.His father paused for a moment and Trunks used this little inattention to throw Vegeta against the opposite wall. However, he immediately picked himself up again and lunged at his son again. He was really mad now! He covered Trunks with a series of blows. Trunks sometimes had trouble fending off all of them because he had hardly trained in the last few months because the first exams had to be taken at school. Besides, he hasn't felt like fighting lately. He preferred to hang out with Goths. Even if he was getting on his nerves with his eternal chatter about possible girls. But it was still better than training with his father. Vegeta was of a different opinion, but Trunks didn't really care whether he called him a wimp or not.
Trunks slammed against the wall. He felt warm blood running down his temple. Vegeta had hit him pretty hard because he had been careless for a moment.He struggled to keep the impotence rising in him. But Vegeta was still angry. He pulled Trunks up again and before he knew what was happening to him, his father had rubbed him again. He sagged. The blackness that spread before his eyes could no longer be stopped. But Trunks recovered within a few seconds and struggled to get up. “You have become a wimp!” Vegeta stood before him with his head held high and looked at him contemptuously. "You will never become a real fighter if you don't start training harder again!" His father laughed coldly. It was exactly this laugh that made Trunks white-hot. But today he didn't feel like it anymore. Without a word he went to the door. Then he turned to Vegeta again "And woe to you touch mom again, then ..." "Then what? Huh?" Vegeta's grin grew wider. “You can't take anything from me anyway!” He was still looking contemptuously at his son.Trunks was seething with anger, but he knew that he shouldn't irritate his father any further. So he left the group room without another word. Vegeta also turned to the door and marched towards the bathroom. He needed a cold shower first. He got what he needed from his room, undressed and then got into one of the shower rails. Vegeta let the fresh water run down on him. (I wonder how they do it anyway - their hairstyle still holds when they dive!) He couldn't understand why Trunks didn't want to fight. He was a Saya-Jin, after all, and if he wanted, he could become the strongest fighter in the universe. He thought about the past hours. He had actually hit Bulma. As long as he was with her, he couldn't remember that he'd ever hit her, even if he was mad at her sometimes. Why did he do that anyway? Oh yes - she wanted him to work.He turned off the water, dried off, then went to bed. The whole house was sound asleep, but Vegeta was still lying awake and thinking. 'Now she still hasn't fixed the exercise room for me! Should I perhaps accept your offer after all? "Vegeta was plagued by guilty conscience because he had treated his wife so roughly today. He felt kind of guilty ... He pondered it for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind ...
Will Vegeta finally give in or still resist Bulma's suggestion?
I hope you enjoyed the 4th part too.
Please write me a few comments. I need motivation * gg * !!!
Greetings KILIA