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Fanfic: Vegeta in: Der Supermarkt war sein Schicksal (3)
Chapter: Vegeta in: The supermarket was his destiny (3)
And so in the course of the next few hours you could see three apparently wild figures darting through the aisles, rattling the shelves piece by piece and loading all sorts of things into their carriages, three of which they were now pushing in front of them. They were all filled with all the specials the supermarket had to offer. Bra had meanwhile been allowed to leave her seat after being almost buried under a load of deodorant. But the three of them bought according to their feelings and so a 20 kg container of detergent, there a mustard barrel with a content for 3 years, 10 packs of various shampoos, several sacks full of desiccated coconut, etc. found their way into the Briefschen wagons. After a whopping 4 hours there was a break and confused customers heard groaning from the corridor between the peanuts and chips: "Damn, that's worse than training", "Bulma will pay for that!", "Dad, let's take this also with?"," No Bra. Put that back down and stop waving the carrot. "... and suddenly two panicked male voices:" WATCH OUT! NOINNNNN! “KAWUMM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then or any other? There were pyramids made of tomato cans and pea jars, these rolled now widely scattered across the floor. In the middle was a little girl who was holding her stomach from laughing when her brother, knocked down by a can, was flying backwards exactly into the organic eggs landed and thereby transformed the passage into a slide, which promptly threw an elderly lady into the flour. She recovered surprisingly quickly and hit the dusty white father with her walking aid. He stood there like a statue. Only lightning flashed from his eyes. " BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! "
After a while, Vegeta was halfway responsive again. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'll have to charge you for the damage." it rang from the manager."Yes, yes, do that. I've had enough! I've had enough, once and for all. Go to the cash register, dalli!" Much later ... "That'll be 2.084.17, dear sir." "WHAT? Write it on the CC bill." "As you wish, dear sir. Have a nice day and goodbye." "They'll never see me here again." Vegeta grumbled as he pushed Trunks and Bra outside.
Some time later, Bulma was standing in front of the front door, quite worried, and stared at the sky. "Where are you staying? What time it is already!" Suddenly she heard a rustling and saw the three fly up and land. And for the first time in her life, she didn't know whether to cry, laugh or scream. The three were really a very strange sight. Vegeta, who had carried most of the things on his back and carried under his arm, was white from head to toe, as if he had gotten into a blizzard. Egg remains stuck to Trunks, who was carrying the rest of the things.And her little bra was sitting happily on a ... mustard barrel?! ... on Vegeta's back. Bulma was close to fainting. "What ...?" "Don't ask!" Vegeta interrupted her. But of course Bulma couldn't be forbidden. “What's that on your back?” “That's Bra.” “And under Bra?” “A mustard barrel.” “And all the other things?” “Since we lost the note, we went shopping by feeling. By the way, it was your son's idea. "Trunks looked to the side, ashamed. "And what is that all? What are we supposed to do with it?" Bulma was still stunned and first rummaged through what she had brought with her. "What did it all cost?" "Here's the bill." said Vegeta and unrolled a 7 meter long strip of paper. In the meantime Bulma had calmed down a little. "What about the food?" "Huh?" "Meat, cheese, butter, milk, ..." "Uh ..." came three voices. "We have ..." "The food for our animals?" Bulma cut them off. "Yes, you don't know that. But we have great pineapples with us." Trunks came to his father's aid. "So?And what should we live on now? From pineapple with mustard? "The three of them were silent." Nothing helps. "Bulma said firmly and turned around to go back into the house." Then you have to go back tomorrow and get what we need and ... "She continued not when she heard a panicked gasp behind her, "Hm? ... But ... where have you all gone? ... Vegeta? ... Vegetaaaaaaa!"
All's well that ends well?)
After a while, Vegeta was halfway responsive again. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'll have to charge you for the damage." it rang from the manager."Yes, yes, do that. I've had enough! I've had enough, once and for all. Go to the cash register, dalli!" Much later ... "That'll be 2.084.17, dear sir." "WHAT? Write it on the CC bill." "As you wish, dear sir. Have a nice day and goodbye." "They'll never see me here again." Vegeta grumbled as he pushed Trunks and Bra outside.
Some time later, Bulma was standing in front of the front door, quite worried, and stared at the sky. "Where are you staying? What time it is already!" Suddenly she heard a rustling and saw the three fly up and land. And for the first time in her life, she didn't know whether to cry, laugh or scream. The three were really a very strange sight. Vegeta, who had carried most of the things on his back and carried under his arm, was white from head to toe, as if he had gotten into a blizzard. Egg remains stuck to Trunks, who was carrying the rest of the things.And her little bra was sitting happily on a ... mustard barrel?! ... on Vegeta's back. Bulma was close to fainting. "What ...?" "Don't ask!" Vegeta interrupted her. But of course Bulma couldn't be forbidden. “What's that on your back?” “That's Bra.” “And under Bra?” “A mustard barrel.” “And all the other things?” “Since we lost the note, we went shopping by feeling. By the way, it was your son's idea. "Trunks looked to the side, ashamed. "And what is that all? What are we supposed to do with it?" Bulma was still stunned and first rummaged through what she had brought with her. "What did it all cost?" "Here's the bill." said Vegeta and unrolled a 7 meter long strip of paper. In the meantime Bulma had calmed down a little. "What about the food?" "Huh?" "Meat, cheese, butter, milk, ..." "Uh ..." came three voices. "We have ..." "The food for our animals?" Bulma cut them off. "Yes, you don't know that. But we have great pineapples with us." Trunks came to his father's aid. "So?And what should we live on now? From pineapple with mustard? "The three of them were silent." Nothing helps. "Bulma said firmly and turned around to go back into the house." Then you have to go back tomorrow and get what we need and ... "She continued not when she heard a panicked gasp behind her, "Hm? ... But ... where have you all gone? ... Vegeta? ... Vegetaaaaaaa!"
All's well that ends well?)