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Fanfic: Märchengeschichteln mal anders [01]
Chapter: Fairytale stories with a difference [01]
Fairy tales with a difference[01](by CuddleUpMe)
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PART 1
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Slowly the night began to devour the day piece by piece. The two magnificent suns of Chiyukuu crashed into massive mountains. Reddish blood stained the once bluish sky. Blackish-bluish eyes watched the spectacle with admiration. Every day she would sit on her balcony and watch the dusk from the palace with a smile. The girl was now fifteen, at the marriageable age. This moment was probably one of the last moments on her castle. Because soon she would go to a strange castle and marry an unknown prince. The law of marriage still applied. For fifteen years her parents had not told her that she had been engaged to the Prince-Throne of Vegeta-sei since she was born.Everything was already arranged, the meeting with the prince in a few months, the wedding and you never know, maybe the wedding night too.
The darkness ensnared her already sleepy eyes and made her tired. With her delicate fingers she tried to escape from the waiting sandman. She gently stroked her dull eyes, stretched her delicate arms and legs. With a leap she rose from her padded rocking chair. As if dancing wildly around, she released herself from the spell of the night. Their joie de vivre was like a hurricane. Always quick-tempered and lively.
She thought of her prince. It had been a long time since she saw him. Too long ago to remember its outline, but even more so of its behavior at the time. At the tender age of eight she met the prince for the first time. He was polite and courteous for his ten years. But as soon as the adults turned their attention to themselves and their negotiations and the like, the real nature of the young prince emerged.He was no longer nice and helpful, but savage and insidious.
Anger rose again when she thought of his thefts. He had lured her into his room on the wrong pretext. With a cheeky grin, he locked the door behind him. Like a vulture around its dying victim, he circled the princess. His eyes studied her. She sensed that he had something mean on his mind. He ventured forward until he was close in front of her. Playing, he wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. He stepped closer, her black hair peeling off his finger. He was exactly a head taller. For a while she stared into his face, which was still covered with that strange expression. She looked embarrassed on the floor and closed her eyes. But the prince lifted her chin slightly and leaned down to her. Their lips met. Suddenly the prince pushed her away. Disgusted, he wiped his lips clean with his sleeve.
"Wehhh! You taste slippery and salty!" With these words he unlocked the door and ran out of the room with a hollow laugh. Still shocked by the whole thing, the kiss and its hard-hitting claim, she didn't move. After she recovered, curiosity seized her as to whether it really tasted salty. She moistened her lips. The prince had lied, it wasn't salty at all. She would have loved to rub one for him, but she had promised her Kaasan that she would behave properly. Angrily, she stroked her hair. Something was missing. She felt her head of hair and found that the orange embroidered scarf she had tied around her hair had disappeared. A deafening scream could be heard throughout the castle. The princess stomped wildly in the direction where the prince had fled.
Years passed in no time, the young princess grew up to be a beauty. She had never seen her precious handkerchief since that day.But she didn't care much about this loss, because she was more annoyed about her first kiss, which he had simply snatched into himself. Before she could really complain about him, an angry snort brought her back to reality. Startled, she sat down on the chair. The blush spread across her cheeks. The ground was still spinning. Black stars whizzed over her head.
"What should I do with you? It's always the same with you!" came a voice. The tired princess looked away from the floor and looked at the speaking person. It was her Kaasan who shook her head desperately. Her hands were placed on her hips, her forehead wrinkled like a wrinkled raisin. Your daughter was hopeless. No matter how often she admonished her or preached, she always got her way and never was told anything. How often had she caught her daughter fighting over the last piece of cake with her uncle, who was a year older than her, when he came to visit or when she ran through the castle almost half-naked.She was an indomitable bundle of energy, always ready for a new surprise.
At that point she wondered: how would her fiancé get on with it? As the son of a Saiyan, he could easily keep up with her strength. But would he be patient for her? Because it was known that patience was by no means a virtue of the Vegeta-sei people, in addition, there was the fact that his father was a quick-tempered, easily irritable man. Not to forget that years had passed since they met.
“How many times have I told you not to run around half-naked on the balcony ?!” Annoyed, the princess got up and straightened her scanty clothes. She only had on her petticoat, which reached up to her thigh and was almost see-through. The two suns of Chiyukuu had already disappeared behind the horizon. The darkness pitched his tent and besieged this side of the planet. The planet was unbearably hot during the day because of its two suns, but it was unusually cool at night.The cold wind whistled through her airy robe and tore individual hairs with it. An eerie feeling haunted her body. Nevertheless, she loved this feeling, she enjoyed the wind that gave her the feeling of freedom. The freedom to do whatever came to mind. New possibilities would open up, she could take other paths and take her fate into her own hands.
"I'm wearing something anyway!" the princess defended herself. That headache again. Her Kasaan massaged her temple. If she did not die of old age, the worries of her daughter would bring her to the grave. For what reason did she always have to rebel? Why did she have to rebel over every little thing? Why was her daughter just like her?
"But what if a stranger sees you like that? Have you ever thought of that? He'd get other thoughts! ..." Blah blah blah. Her mother's nagging hissed in and out of the other in the truest sense of the word.It was always the same, always these do's and don'ts. She did not wish to be born a princess. Or before she could even pronounce the word marriage, to be engaged to a man she had only seen once in her life and that was enough for her. What if she didn't love him or he didn't love her? He was sure to have a concubine under every blanket. What? She had heard from some of the court maids that the prince led a very free life.
"Yes / Yes." the princess affirmed everything that Kasaan said to her. Usually they would fight verbally until their throats were dry and their voices were hotter, for today the princess was too tired to argue with her mother. Besides, she had to have had a good sleep tomorrow, because tomorrow her new life would begin.
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SEQUEL FOLLOWS
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PART 1
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Slowly the night began to devour the day piece by piece. The two magnificent suns of Chiyukuu crashed into massive mountains. Reddish blood stained the once bluish sky. Blackish-bluish eyes watched the spectacle with admiration. Every day she would sit on her balcony and watch the dusk from the palace with a smile. The girl was now fifteen, at the marriageable age. This moment was probably one of the last moments on her castle. Because soon she would go to a strange castle and marry an unknown prince. The law of marriage still applied. For fifteen years her parents had not told her that she had been engaged to the Prince-Throne of Vegeta-sei since she was born.Everything was already arranged, the meeting with the prince in a few months, the wedding and you never know, maybe the wedding night too.
The darkness ensnared her already sleepy eyes and made her tired. With her delicate fingers she tried to escape from the waiting sandman. She gently stroked her dull eyes, stretched her delicate arms and legs. With a leap she rose from her padded rocking chair. As if dancing wildly around, she released herself from the spell of the night. Their joie de vivre was like a hurricane. Always quick-tempered and lively.
She thought of her prince. It had been a long time since she saw him. Too long ago to remember its outline, but even more so of its behavior at the time. At the tender age of eight she met the prince for the first time. He was polite and courteous for his ten years. But as soon as the adults turned their attention to themselves and their negotiations and the like, the real nature of the young prince emerged.He was no longer nice and helpful, but savage and insidious.
Anger rose again when she thought of his thefts. He had lured her into his room on the wrong pretext. With a cheeky grin, he locked the door behind him. Like a vulture around its dying victim, he circled the princess. His eyes studied her. She sensed that he had something mean on his mind. He ventured forward until he was close in front of her. Playing, he wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. He stepped closer, her black hair peeling off his finger. He was exactly a head taller. For a while she stared into his face, which was still covered with that strange expression. She looked embarrassed on the floor and closed her eyes. But the prince lifted her chin slightly and leaned down to her. Their lips met. Suddenly the prince pushed her away. Disgusted, he wiped his lips clean with his sleeve.
"Wehhh! You taste slippery and salty!" With these words he unlocked the door and ran out of the room with a hollow laugh. Still shocked by the whole thing, the kiss and its hard-hitting claim, she didn't move. After she recovered, curiosity seized her as to whether it really tasted salty. She moistened her lips. The prince had lied, it wasn't salty at all. She would have loved to rub one for him, but she had promised her Kaasan that she would behave properly. Angrily, she stroked her hair. Something was missing. She felt her head of hair and found that the orange embroidered scarf she had tied around her hair had disappeared. A deafening scream could be heard throughout the castle. The princess stomped wildly in the direction where the prince had fled.
Years passed in no time, the young princess grew up to be a beauty. She had never seen her precious handkerchief since that day.But she didn't care much about this loss, because she was more annoyed about her first kiss, which he had simply snatched into himself. Before she could really complain about him, an angry snort brought her back to reality. Startled, she sat down on the chair. The blush spread across her cheeks. The ground was still spinning. Black stars whizzed over her head.
"What should I do with you? It's always the same with you!" came a voice. The tired princess looked away from the floor and looked at the speaking person. It was her Kaasan who shook her head desperately. Her hands were placed on her hips, her forehead wrinkled like a wrinkled raisin. Your daughter was hopeless. No matter how often she admonished her or preached, she always got her way and never was told anything. How often had she caught her daughter fighting over the last piece of cake with her uncle, who was a year older than her, when he came to visit or when she ran through the castle almost half-naked.She was an indomitable bundle of energy, always ready for a new surprise.
At that point she wondered: how would her fiancé get on with it? As the son of a Saiyan, he could easily keep up with her strength. But would he be patient for her? Because it was known that patience was by no means a virtue of the Vegeta-sei people, in addition, there was the fact that his father was a quick-tempered, easily irritable man. Not to forget that years had passed since they met.
“How many times have I told you not to run around half-naked on the balcony ?!” Annoyed, the princess got up and straightened her scanty clothes. She only had on her petticoat, which reached up to her thigh and was almost see-through. The two suns of Chiyukuu had already disappeared behind the horizon. The darkness pitched his tent and besieged this side of the planet. The planet was unbearably hot during the day because of its two suns, but it was unusually cool at night.The cold wind whistled through her airy robe and tore individual hairs with it. An eerie feeling haunted her body. Nevertheless, she loved this feeling, she enjoyed the wind that gave her the feeling of freedom. The freedom to do whatever came to mind. New possibilities would open up, she could take other paths and take her fate into her own hands.
"I'm wearing something anyway!" the princess defended herself. That headache again. Her Kasaan massaged her temple. If she did not die of old age, the worries of her daughter would bring her to the grave. For what reason did she always have to rebel? Why did she have to rebel over every little thing? Why was her daughter just like her?
"But what if a stranger sees you like that? Have you ever thought of that? He'd get other thoughts! ..." Blah blah blah. Her mother's nagging hissed in and out of the other in the truest sense of the word.It was always the same, always these do's and don'ts. She did not wish to be born a princess. Or before she could even pronounce the word marriage, to be engaged to a man she had only seen once in her life and that was enough for her. What if she didn't love him or he didn't love her? He was sure to have a concubine under every blanket. What? She had heard from some of the court maids that the prince led a very free life.
"Yes / Yes." the princess affirmed everything that Kasaan said to her. Usually they would fight verbally until their throats were dry and their voices were hotter, for today the princess was too tired to argue with her mother. Besides, she had to have had a good sleep tomorrow, because tomorrow her new life would begin.
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SEQUEL FOLLOWS
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