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Fanfic: Zwillinge 2
wait, I'll get it!" she said and started walking.
"She came back with a large sheet of paper and put it on the table.
"You painted that all by yourself?" she asked astonished.
"Yes, it was very easy," she said and grinned.
"Vegeta take a look at this," she said and called him over with a wave of her hand.
Vegeta looked at the picture with big eyes and then grinned a little.
She had painted him, he stood bolt upright and was surrounded by fire. He had one arm outstretched and fired a bright beam of energy.
"That's really great Chibiusa, how did you manage that, it almost looks like a photo, or as if it were alive" said Bulma.
"Don't know, I just painted it," she said.
"What grade did you get for that?"
"Our teacher wants to give me a 6," she said.
"A 6? Why is that?"
"She said that it was our job to draw something that we had seen or observed and she said that there is no such thing and that is why she cannot give me a better grade for it," said Chibiusa but smiled.
"Bulma grabbed the ladder and handed the picture to her.
"Why should she get a 6?" Vegeta snapped before Bulma could say anything.
"I'm very sorry, I can understand that you are upset as the father of Chibiusa, but ..."
"I'm not your father! But that still doesn't explain it! The picture looks exactly like me, doesn't it?" he snorted even louder so that everyone else was watching what was happening.
"Yes, but it doesn't correspond to reality and the task was to draw something that was observed. So I can't give you a good grade for it Chibiusa"
"Shall I show you how real this ..."
"I understand, but the important thing is that I stand by myself," Vegeta interrupted and smiled.
"Sometimes I have the feeling that you are already a grown woman Chibiusa".
The manager smiled and left.
"But Chibiusa, how can you do that, this picture is just beautiful and it's real, why don't you say it?"
"I don't care what others say about my pictures or what grade I get, the main thing is that it turned out well," she said and then looked at the pot.
"It will be ready soon, it smells very good!" she said and opened the lid.
"Yes, you can try it for a few more minutes," she said, a little confused, but then smiled.
In the evening Bulma, Vegeta and Chibiusa flew home again.
"Thank you for coming with me, I'll never forget that, good night," she said and smiled.
"Sleep well!" Bulma shouted and then flew on.
"She came back with a large sheet of paper and put it on the table.
"You painted that all by yourself?" she asked astonished.
"Yes, it was very easy," she said and grinned.
"Vegeta take a look at this," she said and called him over with a wave of her hand.
Vegeta looked at the picture with big eyes and then grinned a little.
She had painted him, he stood bolt upright and was surrounded by fire. He had one arm outstretched and fired a bright beam of energy.
"That's really great Chibiusa, how did you manage that, it almost looks like a photo, or as if it were alive" said Bulma.
"Don't know, I just painted it," she said.
"What grade did you get for that?"
"Our teacher wants to give me a 6," she said.
"A 6? Why is that?"
"She said that it was our job to draw something that we had seen or observed and she said that there is no such thing and that is why she cannot give me a better grade for it," said Chibiusa but smiled.
"Bulma grabbed the ladder and handed the picture to her.
"Why should she get a 6?" Vegeta snapped before Bulma could say anything.
"I'm very sorry, I can understand that you are upset as the father of Chibiusa, but ..."
"I'm not your father! But that still doesn't explain it! The picture looks exactly like me, doesn't it?" he snorted even louder so that everyone else was watching what was happening.
"Yes, but it doesn't correspond to reality and the task was to draw something that was observed. So I can't give you a good grade for it Chibiusa"
"Shall I show you how real this ..."
"I understand, but the important thing is that I stand by myself," Vegeta interrupted and smiled.
"Sometimes I have the feeling that you are already a grown woman Chibiusa".
The manager smiled and left.
"But Chibiusa, how can you do that, this picture is just beautiful and it's real, why don't you say it?"
"I don't care what others say about my pictures or what grade I get, the main thing is that it turned out well," she said and then looked at the pot.
"It will be ready soon, it smells very good!" she said and opened the lid.
"Yes, you can try it for a few more minutes," she said, a little confused, but then smiled.
In the evening Bulma, Vegeta and Chibiusa flew home again.
"Thank you for coming with me, I'll never forget that, good night," she said and smiled.
"Sleep well!" Bulma shouted and then flew on.