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Fanfic: Moulin Rouge á la DBZ : Part 1
Chapter: Moulin Rouge à la DBZ: Part 1
Moulin Rouge à la DBZ
>> This story is about love. The woman I loved is dead. <<
Paris, a city that was full of love. Full of hope for me to finally be recognized as a small, insignificant writer. I moved to a neighborhood that was dirty, shabby and perverted
But for me it was the source of art. Many small artists lived here. My father warned me many times before I came here >> Vegeta, << he said again and again, >> You will only end up in the Moulin Rouge, believe me. << But as stubborn as you are when you are young, I got my head around and didn't listen to him. On a Tuesday that seemed as normal as ever, a green man suddenly crashed through my ceiling!
I looked up through the big hole and saw 3 other people. A little one with a glaze sighed >> He's fallen down again. << >> Yes, and this time head first. << said an older man with a beard.They invited me upstairs to join them. >> I am Kur í rin << said the bald one. >> I am Mu é ten << said the old man. >> I am Ten ´d Shinhan << >> And I am Pi´ccolo << That was the man who came from above. We talked a lot and also had a drink. Then I told them I was a scribe and Kuririn said to me. >> Could you write a piece for us? << I nodded. >> Well, come along to the Moulin Rouge today, we already have an actress for you, HICKS! << The Moulin Rouge. A fateful place for me, where I should spend the best days of my life ... but also the worst and saddest ...
End of Part 1
>> This story is about love. The woman I loved is dead. <<
Paris, a city that was full of love. Full of hope for me to finally be recognized as a small, insignificant writer. I moved to a neighborhood that was dirty, shabby and perverted
But for me it was the source of art. Many small artists lived here. My father warned me many times before I came here >> Vegeta, << he said again and again, >> You will only end up in the Moulin Rouge, believe me. << But as stubborn as you are when you are young, I got my head around and didn't listen to him. On a Tuesday that seemed as normal as ever, a green man suddenly crashed through my ceiling!
I looked up through the big hole and saw 3 other people. A little one with a glaze sighed >> He's fallen down again. << >> Yes, and this time head first. << said an older man with a beard.They invited me upstairs to join them. >> I am Kur í rin << said the bald one. >> I am Mu é ten << said the old man. >> I am Ten ´d Shinhan << >> And I am Pi´ccolo << That was the man who came from above. We talked a lot and also had a drink. Then I told them I was a scribe and Kuririn said to me. >> Could you write a piece for us? << I nodded. >> Well, come along to the Moulin Rouge today, we already have an actress for you, HICKS! << The Moulin Rouge. A fateful place for me, where I should spend the best days of my life ... but also the worst and saddest ...
End of Part 1