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Fanfic: Short Story (1)
Chapter: Short Story (1)
Nihao!
Yes, it's me again .. * smile *
And this time it's something different than ~ love accidentally ~ ..Sorry, but I've had a real writer's block lately when it comes to this FF. I just wanted to tell you before you wonder where I've got to. (As if they were wondering that .. * Roll your eyes * Note from my friend) (Haha .. really very encouraging .. Note from Akane)
Well, maybe you really don't ask yourself that ... but I'll keep torturing you ...
* laughs nasty *
With a series of short stories! You can see the first part here, and you are responsible for the others .. On the one hand, you should of course write me clerks if you like the FF, on the other hand you should tell me about which thing / person / saga in DBZ I am a new one Should write a short story .. * smile * I just can't think of anything anymore ..
That was it!
Read nicely!
Cu,
Akane
Short Story (1)
~ Bulma's dream ~, or
I'm going crazy ...
"Vegeta..that..that .."
"The WHAT?", Vegeta asked calmly as he leaned even more out of the window.
"T .. don't do that!" Bulma was on the verge of despair. That Saiyan ... he drove her insane. It was impossible to ignore him. Or yes, HIM could be ignored, just not the CONSEQUENCES that his actions brought with them. He was just about to produce another small disaster.
“And why not?” Vegeta's voice sounded so innocent and sugar-sweet that Bulma wanted to jump on his neck. She knew that, he knew that ... and took advantage of it shamelessly. She hated him for it, but at the moment she had to act on his fuss. "Because .. because .." She paused and wondered which answer would be sufficient for him. "Because .. if you drop the remote control, disaster will happen!"
"A misfortune, you say?" Vegeta, it seemed to her, looked suspiciously at the * corpus delicti *, the subject that the discussion had been about for a quarter of an hour without any results.He turned it over in his hand, opened the flap that held the batteries, took them out, held them up to the light, pushed them back in and apparently diagnosed ~ False Alarm ~. In any case, he did not move a step away from the window, nor did he withdraw his arm. He was persistence and patience in person. Bulma on the other hand ... not.
"What is it? !!", she snapped, "Don't you believe me? !!"
For a moment it seemed to her as if a nasty grin flickered over the face of the person opposite. But it quickly disappeared again, giving way to the now familiar innocent expression.
"Yes ..", Vegeta whispered.
Bulma reached out to grab his arm to quickly get the object of her desire out of harm's way. "Then give me..Vegeta, no !! Don't !! VEGETA !!"
The remote control crashed onto the concrete floor two stories below. Their parts flew in all directions, like scattered people who would never find each other again.
"But I love accidents, Bulma !!"
.........
*****************************
"And then he .. dumped .. workers .. played crazy .. laboratory .... no .. of course .. yes, take care .. goodbye!"
Bulma pressed the button on her phone and shook her head. Chichi was really not a good listener. Somehow she always had the feeling that Goku's wife was already busy with other things in the background. Making food, cleaning, checking homework ... and terrorizing a husband was probably part of it.
She let out a sigh. If only it were so with you, if SIE terrorized VEGETA ... and not the other way around.
His latest action, as Bulma had prophesied, had turned into a catastrophe.
The remote control belonged to a cyborg she had just finished. And it had run amok, so to speak, after Vegeta dropped the remote control out the window.A large part of the laboratory was destroyed, her father had only been able to * shut down * the cyborg with the help of the police.
Later, at dinner, he added his mustard:
"Bulma?"
“Yes?” She lifted her head a little to give her father a questioning look.
"I know why the cyborg went crazy ..." Mr Briefs paused artfully.
Bulma waited in vain to see if he would continue talking on his own, rolled her eyes annoyed and remarked dryly: "And ..?"
"It was sloppy work, a fuse came off. It was definitely not the remote control!"
Bulma's head turned a dangerously red color.
"WHAT??!!"
Snorting anger, she left the kitchen, but not without giving Vegeta, who was standing in the doorway grinning, a head-butt. Well, it wasn't just Mutenroshi who enjoyed this pleasure .. Although it is clearly doubtful whether Vegeta made so much difference ..
But she was by no means impressed by this drivel, and certainly not influenced.She had long since found her culprit: Vegeta!
Because who dropped the remote control?
Clearly, this ... pseudo-prince, as Bulma called him beautifully.
And who hadn't stopped the cyborg even though he loved to destroy?
This .. brush pear, better safe than sorry.
Why did he keep destroying the GR, but not something ELSE, if she WANTed to?
Another sigh.
Bulma got up from the small armchair and went down the hall to the bathroom for a quick shower before she was overwhelmed by sleep. A little later she was in bed, staring at the ceiling, struggling in vain for sleep.
She didn't know why, but she had the feeling that a task was still unsolved, a decision was still open ... But what?
> Damn it! ", Bulma cursed, grinding her teeth," Damn this Saiyajin! I can't sleep because of him! Why is he doing this? Why? I haven't done anything to him ... and ... he's killing me! And he knows that very well! I hate him! But ... actually he is ... Oh, Bulma! What do you think ?!
Bulma snuggled into the blanket and slowly she began to breathe evenly and softly. A sure sign that she had finally found her sleep. You could be lucky that she didn't realize she fell asleep thinking about Vegeta ..
~~~~~~~~~~ Dream Flash ~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma opened her eyes slowly. For a brief moment she blinked sleepily into the sunlight.
> Where am i? was her first thought. Entitled. She looked around.
She was in a meadow surrounded by flowers. The dew glittered on them and they shimmered in every imaginable color. "Wow .." Bulma managed to get out. It looked beautiful, a real little paradise, she thought.
While she was still admiring her surroundings, she got up and brushed some dirt from her clothes. She decided to take a stroll across the meadow and followed a small path that meandered through the sea of flowers. The meadow was really huge and flowers grew everywhere, but Bulma couldn't find any among them who would have even remotely resembled another. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued walking.
*************Somewhat later*************
Bulma sighed comfortably and fell into an empty space in the flowers. She looked curiously at the plants around her. 'That's unbelievable ...' shot her in the head.She took a flower and carefully pulled it out of the ground. Its flower was deep blue. For a while Bulma looked down at her dreamily.
> How can you be so beautiful? she wondered incredulously. Her mother would probably have pounced on every single flower like Mutenroshi on a pretty girl. At this thought Bulma had to smile, it was impossible to compare her mother with the master of the turtles ..
She lay on her back and stared at the sky. She had placed the flower next to her head so as not to lose it.
"Bulma ..."
> What was that? Who has .. <
"Bulma ..."
"Who's talking?" The woman called called a little shyly and straightened up. She was not at all comfortable with that, not at all.
"Down here ..." came the answer.
Bulma turned her gaze in the direction indicated and ... looked directly at the flower. A short cry of horror echoed through the area.
> The flower..she..she has..Vegeta's face!Oh Dende! <
"You must be amazed, aren't you?" Laughed the * flower * mockingly.
“Vegeta?” Bulma couldn't believe it.
The * flower * waved its head and grinned.
Now it was enough for her, not only that he terrorized her during the day, now he also appeared in her dreams. It got that far! She, Bulma Briefs, was smiled at by a flower .. "What the hell are you doing in my dream ?!" she snapped.
The * flower * did not answer, her gaze was directed entirely on Bulma.
Bulma shuddered. She was starting to get scared. > Take it easy .. it's .. just .. a flower .. ok, maybe the flower looks like Vegeta .. but it's just a flower .. ", she tried to calm down, but she couldn't.
The * flower * eagerly climbed up her legs, pulled herself up to her face by her top and looked straight into her eyes.
"Get out of here!" Bulma muttered fearfully.
"But .. Bulma .." came the * flower * back.
"Get lost!"
"I do love you !!!"
It went black before Bulma's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~ Dream Flash End ~~~~~~~~~~
The sweat ran down her forehead.
She was trembling all over.
...
Yes, it's me again .. * smile *
And this time it's something different than ~ love accidentally ~ ..Sorry, but I've had a real writer's block lately when it comes to this FF. I just wanted to tell you before you wonder where I've got to. (As if they were wondering that .. * Roll your eyes * Note from my friend) (Haha .. really very encouraging .. Note from Akane)
Well, maybe you really don't ask yourself that ... but I'll keep torturing you ...
* laughs nasty *
With a series of short stories! You can see the first part here, and you are responsible for the others .. On the one hand, you should of course write me clerks if you like the FF, on the other hand you should tell me about which thing / person / saga in DBZ I am a new one Should write a short story .. * smile * I just can't think of anything anymore ..
That was it!
Read nicely!
Cu,
Akane
Short Story (1)
~ Bulma's dream ~, or
I'm going crazy ...
"Vegeta..that..that .."
"The WHAT?", Vegeta asked calmly as he leaned even more out of the window.
"T .. don't do that!" Bulma was on the verge of despair. That Saiyan ... he drove her insane. It was impossible to ignore him. Or yes, HIM could be ignored, just not the CONSEQUENCES that his actions brought with them. He was just about to produce another small disaster.
“And why not?” Vegeta's voice sounded so innocent and sugar-sweet that Bulma wanted to jump on his neck. She knew that, he knew that ... and took advantage of it shamelessly. She hated him for it, but at the moment she had to act on his fuss. "Because .. because .." She paused and wondered which answer would be sufficient for him. "Because .. if you drop the remote control, disaster will happen!"
"A misfortune, you say?" Vegeta, it seemed to her, looked suspiciously at the * corpus delicti *, the subject that the discussion had been about for a quarter of an hour without any results.He turned it over in his hand, opened the flap that held the batteries, took them out, held them up to the light, pushed them back in and apparently diagnosed ~ False Alarm ~. In any case, he did not move a step away from the window, nor did he withdraw his arm. He was persistence and patience in person. Bulma on the other hand ... not.
"What is it? !!", she snapped, "Don't you believe me? !!"
For a moment it seemed to her as if a nasty grin flickered over the face of the person opposite. But it quickly disappeared again, giving way to the now familiar innocent expression.
"Yes ..", Vegeta whispered.
Bulma reached out to grab his arm to quickly get the object of her desire out of harm's way. "Then give me..Vegeta, no !! Don't !! VEGETA !!"
The remote control crashed onto the concrete floor two stories below. Their parts flew in all directions, like scattered people who would never find each other again.
"But I love accidents, Bulma !!"
.........
*****************************
"And then he .. dumped .. workers .. played crazy .. laboratory .... no .. of course .. yes, take care .. goodbye!"
Bulma pressed the button on her phone and shook her head. Chichi was really not a good listener. Somehow she always had the feeling that Goku's wife was already busy with other things in the background. Making food, cleaning, checking homework ... and terrorizing a husband was probably part of it.
She let out a sigh. If only it were so with you, if SIE terrorized VEGETA ... and not the other way around.
His latest action, as Bulma had prophesied, had turned into a catastrophe.
The remote control belonged to a cyborg she had just finished. And it had run amok, so to speak, after Vegeta dropped the remote control out the window.A large part of the laboratory was destroyed, her father had only been able to * shut down * the cyborg with the help of the police.
Later, at dinner, he added his mustard:
"Bulma?"
“Yes?” She lifted her head a little to give her father a questioning look.
"I know why the cyborg went crazy ..." Mr Briefs paused artfully.
Bulma waited in vain to see if he would continue talking on his own, rolled her eyes annoyed and remarked dryly: "And ..?"
"It was sloppy work, a fuse came off. It was definitely not the remote control!"
Bulma's head turned a dangerously red color.
"WHAT??!!"
Snorting anger, she left the kitchen, but not without giving Vegeta, who was standing in the doorway grinning, a head-butt. Well, it wasn't just Mutenroshi who enjoyed this pleasure .. Although it is clearly doubtful whether Vegeta made so much difference ..
But she was by no means impressed by this drivel, and certainly not influenced.She had long since found her culprit: Vegeta!
Because who dropped the remote control?
Clearly, this ... pseudo-prince, as Bulma called him beautifully.
And who hadn't stopped the cyborg even though he loved to destroy?
This .. brush pear, better safe than sorry.
Why did he keep destroying the GR, but not something ELSE, if she WANTed to?
Another sigh.
Bulma got up from the small armchair and went down the hall to the bathroom for a quick shower before she was overwhelmed by sleep. A little later she was in bed, staring at the ceiling, struggling in vain for sleep.
She didn't know why, but she had the feeling that a task was still unsolved, a decision was still open ... But what?
> Damn it! ", Bulma cursed, grinding her teeth," Damn this Saiyajin! I can't sleep because of him!
Bulma snuggled into the blanket and slowly she began to breathe evenly and softly. A sure sign that she had finally found her sleep. You could be lucky that she didn't realize she fell asleep thinking about Vegeta ..
~~~~~~~~~~ Dream Flash ~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma opened her eyes slowly. For a brief moment she blinked sleepily into the sunlight.
> Where am i? was her first thought. Entitled. She looked around.
She was in a meadow surrounded by flowers. The dew glittered on them and they shimmered in every imaginable color. "Wow .." Bulma managed to get out. It looked beautiful, a real little paradise, she thought.
While she was still admiring her surroundings, she got up and brushed some dirt from her clothes. She decided to take a stroll across the meadow and followed a small path that meandered through the sea of flowers. The meadow was really huge and flowers grew everywhere, but Bulma couldn't find any among them who would have even remotely resembled another. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued walking.
*************Somewhat later*************
Bulma sighed comfortably and fell into an empty space in the flowers. She looked curiously at the plants around her. 'That's unbelievable ...' shot her in the head.She took a flower and carefully pulled it out of the ground. Its flower was deep blue. For a while Bulma looked down at her dreamily.
> How can you be so beautiful? she wondered incredulously. Her mother would probably have pounced on every single flower like Mutenroshi on a pretty girl. At this thought Bulma had to smile, it was impossible to compare her mother with the master of the turtles ..
She lay on her back and stared at the sky. She had placed the flower next to her head so as not to lose it.
"Bulma ..."
> What was that? Who has .. <
"Bulma ..."
"Who's talking?" The woman called called a little shyly and straightened up. She was not at all comfortable with that, not at all.
"Down here ..." came the answer.
Bulma turned her gaze in the direction indicated and ... looked directly at the flower. A short cry of horror echoed through the area.
> The flower..she..she has..Vegeta's face!Oh Dende! <
"You must be amazed, aren't you?" Laughed the * flower * mockingly.
“Vegeta?” Bulma couldn't believe it.
The * flower * waved its head and grinned.
Now it was enough for her, not only that he terrorized her during the day, now he also appeared in her dreams. It got that far! She, Bulma Briefs, was smiled at by a flower .. "What the hell are you doing in my dream ?!" she snapped.
The * flower * did not answer, her gaze was directed entirely on Bulma.
Bulma shuddered. She was starting to get scared. > Take it easy .. it's .. just .. a flower .. ok, maybe the flower looks like Vegeta .. but it's just a flower .. ", she tried to calm down, but she couldn't.
The * flower * eagerly climbed up her legs, pulled herself up to her face by her top and looked straight into her eyes.
"Get out of here!" Bulma muttered fearfully.
"But .. Bulma .." came the * flower * back.
"Get lost!"
"I do love you !!!"
It went black before Bulma's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~ Dream Flash End ~~~~~~~~~~
The sweat ran down her forehead.
She was trembling all over.
...