So here I am now, working on my first FF. I hope you like it (at least a little) or will be noticed at all with the wealth of stories. But what am I worrying about? First try then study ... So, let's go:



Bra looked out the window. Small, tattered wisps of cloud adorned the sky. The sun drew pictures of light and shadow on the

opposite wall of the class. And just NOW she was in school. Biology was also on the schedule. Usually she didn't mind biology, but in the last lesson they had a

Earthworm Dissected. With a knife! And what came next was even worse. Then she was disturbed in her deliberations. Your teacher started by saying, “Today we're going to dissect a hamster!” The class groans. A student got up. As far as Bra knew, she was a staunch vegetarian and green peace activist. "Why do we have to dissect poor, innocent, little, cute, dumpling, uh, hamsters?"The teacher replied:" Because 1. frogs are protected. 2. Hamsters are cheap enough for our school and 3. ... "The pupil stopped listening. She had quickly made a sign saying` Save the hamsters`, blew a whistle and marched energetically in front of the blackboard and off. While the student was being removed from the class with gentle force, Bra thought about it

after what she should do. But her teacher was already handing out hamsters and scalpels. Bra got a kind of golden hamster that was quite large. "As

first, the teacher began, "if we cut the hamster's throat, this will ensure that ..." Bra had made up her mind. She didn't want to cut this little guy open and rummage through his organs. Still

she didn't know how to save him, but then the flash of inspiration struck! Incredibly quickly, she stole the hamster of her table neighbor. He had already cut the animal and spilled some of the blood on its pad.She returned the hamster and shoved her own into the

Schoolbag. The teacher, who was constantly looking around the class, came up to her. "What is the Bra? Where is your hamster?" "It slipped away when I tried to cut it." Bra`s teacher exhaled extremely nerdy. "Then

are you allowed to go. If you have nothing to do, you'll just disturb the class anyway. "Pleased and calm at the same time, she packed her things and went to the playground.



Bra wondered if she should try to find a place in the loony bin. Because of that oversized Syrian hamster with that stare look and

huge appetite (he had eaten her Sayajin-size sandwiches), she probably got in trouble because she couldn't take part in class. Still, blasting him after he was rescued would not be fair.

Bra befriended the idea of ​​taking him home. Maybe she could teach him tricks or something ...


In the C.C .:

Trunks was eating in the kitchen but wasn't quite there. His father was reminiscent of a black hole: nothing that came near it had a chance of survival. Trunks thought he needed something to get his new punk rock and roll band noticed. The front door slammed and Bra stepped into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and spat out the lunch - there was mashed potatoes and beans with bacon - just like that. After half an hour, five hundred pounds of mashed potatoes with beans and 6.5 liters of lemonade, she stretched and looked at her father dearly. "You daddy, can I have a pet?" Vegeta swallowed the last

Take a bite and thought for a moment. “Sure.” “Thanks!” She quickly got the hamster out of her school bag and wanted to go into her room, but Trunks stopped her. "Wait a minute! That's it! I need it for my punk rock'n roll band

`Super-Jins`. This is how we attract attention! We could bite his head off!"Bra pressed the hamster against her chest." NO! This hamster

you definitely won't get it! "Vegeta:" Wait a minute, can you eat it ?! "Trunks didn't give up and tried to snatch the hamster from Bra. Fortunately for Bra, her mother came back from shopping." What's going on here? "Trunks took the hamster's head out of his mouth, Bra quickly grabbed her animal and fled to her room.



In the evening:

After Bulma had explained to Vegeta that hamsters were not eaten and Trunks that as long as he lived in her house he wouldn’t bite the head off an animal that was still alive, she came to Bra. "I hope you know how to handle animals?" Bra bejate. "Good, but woe betide me find his legacy or his carcass somewhere in the house." "Don't worry, that will definitely not happen!" That was Bulma

satisfied and went to cook dinner. Bra went into the basement and welded a cage out of a few thin metal bars. Sodan she made her way to the nearest park.She found an old one,

rotten tree. Bra nudged him and shredded him into small flakes. With these flakes she laid out the cage, and the hamster housing was ready.

Bra was quite pleased with himself. There was just one thing that didn't go as she thought it would. Her oversized golden hamster was as goofy as bean straw. She spent the whole weekend teaching the hamster something. He couldn't

Jump through burning tires, do not handle jugglers' clubs, let alone hold on to the trapeze. Listless and disappointed, she went to her father for advice (there was no one else in the house).

Vegeta was not exercising by name, he sat in front of the television and watched his favorite series: Alfred Biolek. Bra stood in the doorway for a moment and watched. Biolek just said: "Mh GREAT, really GREAT, DELICIOUS * Schmatz *."

Vegeta's stomach shook the house. "Bulma has to do that too! Oh Bra, what's up? Food?" "No, I wanted to ask you something.My hamster is not learning a trick, what do I do with it? "She explained what she was doing to her father
had worked with him. "So, so," Vegeta mused, "maybe you should teach him everything you can. Talk, fly, fire energy beams ..." Bra thanked him quickly and started training.



A month later.

Bra hated hamsters from the bottom of his heart. That had started by teaching him to speak. The only thing he said now was always: Pickatchu, Pika, Pikape. This Kaudawelsch drove her crazy again at some point.

He wasn't good at flying either, but the biggest mistake was teaching him how to use his energy. She had her pet
electrocuted more than once `accidentally`. Then there were the expenses, he was voracious, unclean and you had to bathe him almost every day so that he didn't stink like a cesspool.Bra`s pocket money melted like ice in

the sun. She had to get rid of him, just how? Trunks didn't want him anymore since the hamster was electrically charged. Since she found something better, she offered the hamster on the Internet. Cattle like that made some money. As soon as Bra had placed the internet ad, the phone rang. Bra picked up. "Briefs, who is there?" "Hello, I'm Prof. Eich. I would like to buy your Pickatchu." "Pickatchu? You mean the bastard ... the golden hamster?" "Yes, I want it for my friend Ash. "" You have a

Friend the ass is called ??? "" No, Ash, not ass! "" Oh, `sorry. You can pick up the hamster right away if you want. "Bra said goodbye to the funny professor and hung up. Done! It was already morning

redeem them!



Bra looked out the window. Small, tattered wisps of cloud adorned the sky. The sun drew pictures of light and shadow on the

opposite wall of the class.She was in school. Biology was on the schedule. She had nothing against biology anymore. In the last

In an hour they had dissected an earthworm. And what came next was even better. Then she was disturbed in her deliberations. Your teacher started by explaining, “Today we're going to dissect another hamster!” Groans in the class. The teacher distributed hamsters and scalpel. She said to Bra, "I hope it works this time!" "Of course, Miss." Bra got

another giant golden hamster. But now she knew better. Before her teacher could say anything, Bra had her hamster in everybody

Individual parts dismantled and neatly arranged in their place.

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So that's it. A nice (sometimes a bit brutal) story. I would

welcome any kind of comment, praise or criticism. I already have an idea for the next story. Let's see what will come of it ...