Translation
Fanfic: Bulma und der Gemüseteller(=Vegeta)
Chapter: Bulma and the vegetable plate (= Vegeta)
IMPORTANT!!!! :
"......................" = someone says something
* ...................... * = someone is doing something
'......................' = someone thinks something
(......................) = My totally superfluous, intelligent comments ................... ..
Ahhhh ................. Sorry, I deleted the whole FF! ARRG !!!! But now everything is together.
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Bulma & Vegeta
It was a beautiful Sunday morning in the western capital, 2 years before the cyborgs arrived. Everyone was sound asleep until ........................
“Woman !!!”, Vegeta opened the door of Bulma's room, “where's my breakfast ?!” Bulma replied sleepily: “You damn pseudo (I love that word * g *) - Prince !!! (Well, I don't oversleep ......) You can make your own food !!!!! I'll continue sleeping now .......... "Vegeta suddenly grinned."What are you grinning so pissed off?", Said a rather angry Bulma, "Didn't you hear ?! You should go !! It's only 10 o'clock in the morning !!!" "Well," Vegeta replied in a cool voice, " if you are only wearing bra and panties, you have to grin! "Bulma turned bright red and replied:" 1. I don't have panties on, but a thong ..... "Vegeta grinned even more and looked like a clown Circus made great competition (these clowns always have a mouth that goes up to the eyes). "Yeah. That's even better ......" Vegeta went to Bulma's bed when ...... ,Damn!! What am I doing there ?! I am a prince and I will not get involved with an earth woman! 'Vegeta stopped. Bulma looked at him puzzled, because he had a strange look on it that would have rivaled a mass murderer (I used this word ..... for the second (!) Time. Ts.) (Oh, forget, Vegeta is a mass murderer ........). Bulma continued: "..... 2. Get out of my room !!! 3. Maybe I'll make you breakfast ...." "No.You do not make maybe, but (!) Immediately (!) Breakfast !!! "" Asshole ..... * grumble * "" What did you call me ?! That's not what you say (/ woman) to a Saiyajin prince! You're going to get out of bed right now, or ..... "" Or what? ", Bulma has calmed down in the meantime," Do you want to kill me? * whistle-around-the-area * "" YES !! I should do that because you don't respect me at all !!! "" So you me, so I you. You should remember this saying. "" I give a shit about that line! I am a prince and you should make me breakfast !!! * roar * "Bulma grinned:" A prince without people and planet ............ "
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " The Capsule Corporation trembled at the mark (euro * grin *) harrowing scream. "Wow. Just not so hard ...", said a surprised Bulma, "I'll make you breakfast." She looked at Vegeta angrily. 'What was I thinking to invite Vegeta over to me. Because of that, my relationship with Yamcha also broke down.Such an idiot!! '"Oh yes, before I forget, the gravity space is in the bucket !! Hehe ...", Vegeta added. "Oh no ......... I won't fix the gravity room !!! You have to decide: gravity room or breakfast. On a Sunday I don't do both, I also want to have a day off !!" Vegeta was interested in that a damp shit, so he picked up Bulma and flew with her to the kitchen. Bulma kicked and hit Vegeta like a madwoman, but he was not impressed.
He let go of her in the kitchen and she fell on her bum. Then Bulma cursed: "* rubs-on-the-backside * You damn Baka Yaro !!!! Can't you pay attention ?!" "Can, but don't want to ........" "Pf", answered Bulma indifferent, "then you can make your own breakfast !!" She said and wanted to go out of the kitchen. Then someone grabbed her arm. "You make me my breakfast, okay?" Vegeta came up to Bulma and pressed her to the fridge.Bulma thought, 'He's got such cold black eyes, but they're still mysterious. 'She shook her head inwardly. 'What am I thinking ?! He's an asshole and nothing more !! 'She glared at Vegeta with her turquoise eyes. "I'll say it again, just for you, woman: You - do - me - the - breakfast - and - indeed - immediately!" Then the bell rang the door. "Well, you just have to wait for your breakfast", said Bulma and left a completely perplexed Vegeta in the kitchen. Bulma opened the door ...................
......... and there was Yamcha with a bouquet of red roses. "What are you doing here?" Asked a rather astonished Bulma. "Well, I ...... I ..... wanted .... you ... to visit ..... once ...... be .... be .... ", Yamcha managed to produce," and ..... and ........ "" And what please ???? "" .... and .... we .... we .... should ... try it .... again ...... "(Yamcha is not a stutterer, he is simply afraid of Bulma's tantrums)
After endless seconds that seemed like hours to Bulma and Yamcha, Bulma broke the silence: "Why? !! Did your chick run away from you!?!" "Yes ................. ", Yamcha mumbled barely noticeably.
"Hm. I AM ONLY THE ALTERNATIVE !!! ??? !!!", Bulma shouted, because she had heard Yamcha´s words, even if he only mumbled her. "No. No," Yamcha said hastily, "that was not what we meant ..." Yamcha backed away from Bulma. But Bulma was getting closer and closer to Yamcha, and Yamcha could not go any further because he was already on the wall of the house.
She grabbed his collar and glared at him. "Very cute !!!" "But ....." "You know what, you should never visit me again, let alone look at me !!!" said Bulma and stepped into Yamcha’s soft tissue (everyone knows what it is there goes, right ?? (smiley twitching eyebrows). This fell to the ground and gasped. "Adios", said Bulma one last time and slammed the door in his face. "But Bulma .........." Bulma sat down behind the door and thought.
'Why??? Why did I hit him ??? And then also the most sensitive part of a man. 'Finally she came to a decision:' He deserves it ...... 'She hung on to her thoughts and dreamed to herself.
"Woman !!" - No answer- "WOMAN !!!!!!", Vegeta roared, but again he got no answer from Bulma. Vegeta waved his hand in front of Bulma's eyes. Bulma startled: "Um ... yes ....... what ??" "Are you okay ??" "Yes, yes ....." 'I have no reason to be sad, because on I haven't lost anything to Yamcha ............... '"Who was actually at the door ??", asked Vegeta. "A, as you always say to be, weakling." "What did Yamcha want from you ??" 'What am I asking? 'Vegeta thought,' I'm worried about Bulma. Gag. Puke. Groan. '"Nothing important" "Good. Then finally do the F-r-ü-h-s-t-ü-c-k !!!!!", Vegeta thundered and Bulma went into the kitchen, frightened.
'What is he actually thinking ???As if I were his slave, 'Bulma reflected on what had just happened,' Ts. He will still be surprised !!!!! 'By the time she got to the kitchen, Bulma had already developed a plan of revenge. She wanted to cook a pretty gross dish for Vegeta.
The recipe:
Step 1: Mix the pasta + French fries
Step 2: Place in the microwave for 5 minutes
Step 3: Sprinkle with Tabasco, chilli, curry, paprika and pepper
Step 4: A dollop of whipped cream and pesto
5th step: 10 minutes in the oven
And the masterpiece is ready!
"Vegeta, breakfast is ready!" "WHAT DO YOU CALL ME ????", Vegeta rumbled. "" Vegeta ", why ??" "No !!! You didn't !!! You called me" Vegeta "!!!" "Certainly not. You have hallucinations. I wouldn't like a strong Saiyan prince like that don't offend you. Anyway, eat !!!! "Vegeta ass as Bulma had ordered him and ..........
"Woman !!!! * puking * * gag * What kind of dish did you cook ????" Vegeta puked his heart out and the chilli and Tabasco made his face all red. "An own creation (pronounced in French) called: Breakfast at Bulma." "* Still-still-puking * You can tell that it's your own creation !!!!! You do that ............ ........ Woman !!!!!! Where are you?! ??!? "
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It's over for today !!!!! See you next time!!!
Cu, Bulma888