After I had heard from my cousin that she was exhibiting FFs of herself on a website, via DBZ, I kneeled down and begged her to give me the address. After asking for a long time and a chocolate-nut cup that I had to give her, she was ready to say it to me. (By the way, I think your username suits you very well, "BIEST" !!!) So well and now I am here! My parents and I had a little, let's say, argument about my performance at school, well and my parents agreed to take my modem away from me. Therefore, "Biest" will publish my FFs under your name for the time being. At first I will only write a short part, when the demand for more is high, I will write more the next time. Oh and a request, if you like it that much, or not at all, please write it to me! Thank you in advance and have fun!


"Munch! Smack!" "Vegeta! Can't you at least try to eat without making any noise ?!"Bulma's facial expression was hardly misunderstood, she was really angry again. Lately Bulma tried in vain to teach the prince of the Sajajins to table manners. Vegeta mostly ignored her teachings or simply ignored them. He had noticed that she did that, even more maddened and he liked it a lot. "Vegeta, are you even listening to me? "You start Sajajin, who is sitting at the kitchen table and is still chewing noisily, a little puzzled." Smack! Chew! Munch! "It came from him again." Oh Vegeta! You still drive me to white heat! Didn't your father, who was born to you, teach you anything? "She was just about to hold her head demonstratively when she was grabbed by her wrists by two strong hands and pressed against the wall behind her. Two angry, almost angry, black eyes start piercing her." Listen to woman , listen up! I'm not saying this a second time! "His hands pressed her wrists tighter together.It didn't hurt yet, but she knew he could do it tighter, much tighter, and if she didn't pay attention to what she was saying, he could just break her wrists like that. Bulma had recovered from the initial shock, but she still looked a bit scared. “Make a note of that now!” There was a threatening undertone in his voice. "My people are not so feared in this universe because they have such good table manners ..." "They were so feared!" It burst out of her and she could have bitten off her tongue for it at the same moment. “Woman!” He shouted, squeezing her wrists even tighter, now it hurt. Bulma tried not to show her pain and looked deep into his eyes. An almost inconspicuous smile was visible on his face for a brief moment when he noticed how Bulma tried not to show him weakness. But his expression quickly turned cold and vicious again. He approached hers with his face.They could feel the warm breath of the other, Bulma was still looking into his black, indomitable, proud eyes. For a moment she forgot the pain in her wrists and caught herself at the thought of wanting to be kissed by him. "My father taught me how I, lower beings like you, can kill in more than fifty different ways without having to move!" he looked at her expectantly and waited for a comment from her. Vegeta looked deep into her azure, sly eyes, he suddenly had the feeling of being absorbed by them. He shook his head to get rid of the thought, but then looked deep into her eyes again, as if guided by another power. Bulma was finally able to tear herself away from his. "And why don't you do it then?" She asked challengingly. "Well, maybe I'll do it someday," he said almost as if he really didn't care whether she was alive or dead.Then he let go of Bulma and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word, in the direction of the gravity room. “What was that just now?” Bulma was still a bit confused by the sudden action, Vegeta's. A few seconds later, however, she had recovered and the expression on her face darkened. "What does this prince like to think of anyway? Press me against the wall and almost break my wrists! Well, wait, I can do it differently!" Bulma left the kitchen with quick steps and went into the laboratory that she and her father had shared. Once there, she sat down at her desk and began to scribble wildly on a block of paper. Every now and then she tore off the piece of paper on which she had just drawn from the pad, crumpled it up and with a graceful movement of the hand threw it into the overflowing wastepaper basket in front of her. In the evening there wasn't too much left of the pad, but she was finally done with her drawing.There was a kind of circuit diagram on it that was probably for a remote control. With a satisfied smile, she went through the circuit diagram and her invoices again. "Hm, everything seems to be correct! Well, it was not to be expected otherwise from such a brilliant scientist like me! Hi hi !! Vegeta, you will experience your blue miracle when I am finished with this little machine. Yawn!" But now I'm going to sleep first, I can do the rest tomorrow! "