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Fanfic: Die Busfarht

slipped closer and closer to him until she finally felt him all over the place. "... approach me ... Oh man, see you sweet! I can't stand that. I just believe it or is it so hot here?"


Sitting in the back was a big advantage: Nobody went back because they were a company of their own. In school, they always took the back row.


Bra: "No, I think it's because I'm so warm, because I'm happy to be so close to you."


Goten: "Happy? Somehow I don't believe you."


Bra: "You never believe me!I believe you also like me. "


Goths: "Believe it wrong!"


Bra: "What do you mean, Goty ???"


Goten: "That means ... that I love you!"


Now the 2 were all alone. They moved their faces closer and closer to each other and when their noses touched they kissed. Son-Goten pressed Bra`s body even closer and ran her lovingly through her beautiful turquoise-blue hair. Funny, but in the last couple of sentences the kind of the two were just reversed. At some point bra fell asleep happy and in the arms of her beloved son-goten.


It was exactly midnight when the bus arrived back in Tokyo. The Sensai walked through the ranks and woke everyone. Sometimes she had to smile, but what she saw in the last row struck her voice: Bra was only lying in her underwear


dressed to Goths who also had only his boxer shorts on.


L: "Uhhh, Bra, Son-Goten? Wake up!"

Bra (tired): "What's going on? Hmm? Oh we're here!"


L: "I would advise you to wear something before you go out."


Bra: "Oh."


She got dressed and then woke the others. Goten looked very confused at his clothes but they were in the other corner of the bus. So he asked Bra, who was already dressed, if she could get his clothes[carrots * G *]. When walking through the bus with Goten's pants, she helped a few fits of laughter on the go. When everyone was outside dressed and had their luggage, Goten asked Bra:


"You Bra, my mum said I should sleep with you today and the others too. Do you mind?"


Bra: "Not me. But Dad ... oh what the heck! Come on, we're going. Marron, Trunks? Don't kiss, come on, Pan and Oob!"


Pan + Oob: "It's fine."




END





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