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Fanfic: Aprilscherz
always call Trunks in front of me, Paps? That's unfair!"
Vegeta sighed. Whatever he did, one of the two siblings was always against it. This time it was Bra. It really couldn't be that he always discriminated against her! And while the two discussed why it was so and not otherwise, Trunks stood next to him, grinning meaningfully to himself! (Grinning, grouch ...)
>> End of flashback <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Son-Goku looked around the great hall, bored. In his block, the preliminary fights were already over, the finalists had been determined: Kuririn, Tenshinhan.Yamcha and of course himself, Son Goku. In addition to the four, a strange girl and the old creep Tao-Bye-Bye also attended. Only the first block simply could not and would not be finished. The brawls dragged on.
Suddenly there was a horrified scream, and the crowd around the ring parted. The bell rang, the winner was certain. “Mmh?” Son-Goku turned his head in amazement. Hadn't the fight started a second ago? Curiously, he made his way through the wildly jumbled people and ... stopped abruptly.
“Well, cucumber, how is it down there?” At the edge of the ring was written, no, a black-haired man was hovering. With a sneering grin, he looked at the figure on the floor, which in turn looked up at him, almost in panic. Goku couldn't believe his eyes. Was that really Belzebub, crouching on the tiles and pressing his hands against his stomach? Impossible! It took him forever to defeat his father, the devil Piccolo.And then suddenly a stranger came along, raised his little finger and kicked his son out of the ring without delay? There was only one explanation for that - Piccolo was weak, very weak, or else - that guy up there in the ring had insane strength.
Belzebub swayed to his feet and left the room. "The winner is the fighter with the number 26!" Shouted the referee.
"Logically, who else?"
Son-Goku grabbed the opportunity to take a closer look at the strange owl. The black hair stood straight up, the eyes - black, pitch black, almost like the night itself. Black cycling gloves, black pants, white boots and a dark top. Strange appearance.
The last preliminary round matches also came to an end in five minutes. The first round of the final bouts was now final. 1st fight: Veb, that black guy - Kuririn; 3rd fight: Tao-Bye-Bye - Tenshinhan; 2nd fight: Shen - Yamcha; last round of 16 fight: Anonymous - Goku.
Certain Veb found the fights themselves boring, while Kuririn, Tao-Bye-Bye, and Yamcha could not necessarily say so. It's not a nice feeling to be eliminated in the first round, especially when you didn't even have the slightest chance like the little bald man. Well, Ce la Vie - that's life. The audience was of course delighted, there were not often similar fights. The hottest thing, however, was the engagement in the ring. As I said, Son-Goku had to compete against this girl - anonymously. The fight did not last long, the little one couldn't win, but at the end of said fight there was quite a surprise. As anyone can imagine, Anonymous was just an alias. Fighters and audience were amazed when they heard the real name of the "fighting woman" - ChiChi. As we all know (all of us except Sphinx maybe) Goku ChiChi had given his word to marry her and that promise was kept on the spot.Engagement in the ring - One or the other came to tears while Bulma had to take care of her Yamcha and Vegeta just had a compassionate smile left for the proud groom. He knew what would develop from the pretty ChiChi - a house dragon without its equal.
Time went on, so did the fighting, and so did the day. Soon the sun went down and the finalists had been decided. Veb and Goku, what else? The tournament participants spent the night as usual in the nearby hotel, Muten Roshi invited Bulma & Co to dinner as usual, while Veb, Esohka and Bahses organized a little stroll through town.
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The city stroll, however, led the three to a dark side street. The rats romped about, the cats meowed, the ravens crowed - gutter mood.
"And ... is it fun?"
Vegeta turned to his son, grinning."No, not really, it's so boring."
"Dad, there is a commandment here on earth that says: You shouldn't lie!"
"It's good, princess. You're right again. It's quite amusing to watch how Kakarott runs to his doom."
Gossip. There it was again, hand on Trunks' forehead. Bra rolled his eyes, Vegeta just grinned wider.
“Father, where are we actually going?” The prince did not answer but instead conjured up a small capsule from the innumerable pockets of the black vest. BOOM! There it was, between the rubbish bins and other junk, the Hope - Hope II mind you.
"What is this now?" Trunks asked incredulously. "What do you want here with Hope?"
“I know, I know something!” Bra suddenly grinned from ear to ear. She raised her index finger, a small AI ball formed, the fingertip glowed. Then she said choppily: "Go - home ... - make a phone call!"
Actually, the infamous 'gossip' should have sounded against it now, but it did not materialize.Instead, Trunks dropped to the floor.
"I'm so punished ... with this family!"
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bulma was still sitting in front of the empty platform of Hope, cursing her beloved Veggie - and his two brats as well - and frantically tore her hair. Everything would have been half as bad if she had at least known where the guy was haunted again, but no ... As silent as a grave, the good guy, he hadn't said a single word to her. Who knows, maybe she would have come up with the idea of simply accompanying him?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Vegeta, you sneaky, selfish idiot - just let me sit here like that!"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I promise if you come back I'll kill you and besides -" She paused. What was that?A beep in the middle of the assembly hall?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yet again! Bulma turned around slowly, she knew the sound, well actually. However, from a time that was a little further back. Back then, Vegeta was still regularly jetting around in space and making this noise ...
"That comes from the GR! The 'telephone'!"
Seconds later, Bulma was standing in front of the dark screen. A small green light blinked on the dashboard. She pressed a certain button and the monitor immediately began to flicker. ´Fight of the ants - great! Bulma sighed and sat down in the old wheelchair that stood in front of it. ´Typical technology, if you ever need it, it’s broken - just like Vegeta! `
"Hello? Is anyone home?"
"Nah, honey, this is the answering machine for the letters, yesterday I set it so that it looks like me and asks every caller: Where are you, you ass!"
"Ha ... hello, Bulma ..."
Tense silence.
"How are you doing? ... All right?"
"Oh, leave me alone!"
A few seconds passed, apparently Vegeta passed the receiver on, the section on the screen changed. Suddenly a blue head appeared and beamed into Hope's mini camera.
"Hi Mom!"
Bulma made a face. Sure, Bra was allowed to come with us, but once again she wasn't! Silence. (Because when the day wakes up, after every dark night, the calm before the storm begins ... DBZ, CD 1, song 5, chorus!) Then it broke out, the thunderstorm.
"You are probably not ticking right to just leave me here alone! You could at least have asked me if I want to go with you, but you, you -"
"Ma, take it easy, this time you really couldn't come, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe! Night, kiss!"
Click. Suddenly the screen went black again, the last features of her daughter dissolved before Bulma's eyes into a dark nothing. She was boiling, boiling with anger."This ... this ... ARGHH!"
"Uh, honey, are you okay?"
Dr. Briefs looked quizzically through the door at his daughter.
"Nothing at all, nothing is okay! Dad, is there any way to remotely control the Hope program?"
"Of course why?"
An auspicious twinkle appeared in the sea-blue eyes. The daughter of Dr. Briefs rubbed her hands, a demonic look on her face.
"So, honey, you should finally learn not to irritate a woman to the extreme!"
"Bulma? What are you going to do?"
"REVENGE!!!"
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The first birds began to chirp, the rising sun bathed the scenario in a red and gold light. Tomorrow. The morning of the final fight. A clang echoed through the streets of the city, probably again one of those stupid cat critters who played with the trash cans and accidentally threw the lids off.A series of savage insults followed. Plenty for a well-bred city dweller ... The ring was empty and deserted, not even a mouse scurried across the tiles. Not a breeze moved, the palm trees around the square made no sound. Silence.
Vegeta yawned. (In the morning, half past four, somewhere in the middle of nowhere ...) Bored, he reached for the rolls that were placed on the plate in front of him. (“Say your last prayer, Schrippe, this town is too small for both of us!” I couldn't help myself now, Sorry ...) Much too little for a whole pack of hungry Saiya-jins.
"Dad, when is the fight today?"
Vegeta turned around in amazement and looked into his daughter's sleepy face. He slowly raised his wrist and looked at the time (for all fools, logically there was a watch on his wrist!). Daughter - time. Time - daughter.
Vegeta sighed. Whatever he did, one of the two siblings was always against it. This time it was Bra. It really couldn't be that he always discriminated against her! And while the two discussed why it was so and not otherwise, Trunks stood next to him, grinning meaningfully to himself! (Grinning, grouch ...)
>> End of flashback <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Son-Goku looked around the great hall, bored. In his block, the preliminary fights were already over, the finalists had been determined: Kuririn, Tenshinhan.Yamcha and of course himself, Son Goku. In addition to the four, a strange girl and the old creep Tao-Bye-Bye also attended. Only the first block simply could not and would not be finished. The brawls dragged on.
Suddenly there was a horrified scream, and the crowd around the ring parted. The bell rang, the winner was certain. “Mmh?” Son-Goku turned his head in amazement. Hadn't the fight started a second ago? Curiously, he made his way through the wildly jumbled people and ... stopped abruptly.
“Well, cucumber, how is it down there?” At the edge of the ring was written, no, a black-haired man was hovering. With a sneering grin, he looked at the figure on the floor, which in turn looked up at him, almost in panic. Goku couldn't believe his eyes. Was that really Belzebub, crouching on the tiles and pressing his hands against his stomach? Impossible! It took him forever to defeat his father, the devil Piccolo.And then suddenly a stranger came along, raised his little finger and kicked his son out of the ring without delay? There was only one explanation for that - Piccolo was weak, very weak, or else - that guy up there in the ring had insane strength.
Belzebub swayed to his feet and left the room. "The winner is the fighter with the number 26!" Shouted the referee.
"Logically, who else?"
Son-Goku grabbed the opportunity to take a closer look at the strange owl. The black hair stood straight up, the eyes - black, pitch black, almost like the night itself. Black cycling gloves, black pants, white boots and a dark top. Strange appearance.
The last preliminary round matches also came to an end in five minutes. The first round of the final bouts was now final. 1st fight: Veb, that black guy - Kuririn; 3rd fight: Tao-Bye-Bye - Tenshinhan; 2nd fight: Shen - Yamcha; last round of 16 fight: Anonymous - Goku.
Certain Veb found the fights themselves boring, while Kuririn, Tao-Bye-Bye, and Yamcha could not necessarily say so. It's not a nice feeling to be eliminated in the first round, especially when you didn't even have the slightest chance like the little bald man. Well, Ce la Vie - that's life. The audience was of course delighted, there were not often similar fights. The hottest thing, however, was the engagement in the ring. As I said, Son-Goku had to compete against this girl - anonymously. The fight did not last long, the little one couldn't win, but at the end of said fight there was quite a surprise. As anyone can imagine, Anonymous was just an alias. Fighters and audience were amazed when they heard the real name of the "fighting woman" - ChiChi. As we all know (all of us except Sphinx maybe) Goku ChiChi had given his word to marry her and that promise was kept on the spot.Engagement in the ring - One or the other came to tears while Bulma had to take care of her Yamcha and Vegeta just had a compassionate smile left for the proud groom. He knew what would develop from the pretty ChiChi - a house dragon without its equal.
Time went on, so did the fighting, and so did the day. Soon the sun went down and the finalists had been decided. Veb and Goku, what else? The tournament participants spent the night as usual in the nearby hotel, Muten Roshi invited Bulma & Co to dinner as usual, while Veb, Esohka and Bahses organized a little stroll through town.
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The city stroll, however, led the three to a dark side street. The rats romped about, the cats meowed, the ravens crowed - gutter mood.
"And ... is it fun?"
Vegeta turned to his son, grinning."No, not really, it's so boring."
"Dad, there is a commandment here on earth that says: You shouldn't lie!"
"It's good, princess. You're right again. It's quite amusing to watch how Kakarott runs to his doom."
Gossip. There it was again, hand on Trunks' forehead. Bra rolled his eyes, Vegeta just grinned wider.
“Father, where are we actually going?” The prince did not answer but instead conjured up a small capsule from the innumerable pockets of the black vest. BOOM! There it was, between the rubbish bins and other junk, the Hope - Hope II mind you.
"What is this now?" Trunks asked incredulously. "What do you want here with Hope?"
“I know, I know something!” Bra suddenly grinned from ear to ear. She raised her index finger, a small AI ball formed, the fingertip glowed. Then she said choppily: "Go - home ... - make a phone call!"
Actually, the infamous 'gossip' should have sounded against it now, but it did not materialize.Instead, Trunks dropped to the floor.
"I'm so punished ... with this family!"
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bulma was still sitting in front of the empty platform of Hope, cursing her beloved Veggie - and his two brats as well - and frantically tore her hair. Everything would have been half as bad if she had at least known where the guy was haunted again, but no ... As silent as a grave, the good guy, he hadn't said a single word to her. Who knows, maybe she would have come up with the idea of simply accompanying him?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Vegeta, you sneaky, selfish idiot - just let me sit here like that!"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I promise if you come back I'll kill you and besides -" She paused. What was that?A beep in the middle of the assembly hall?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yet again! Bulma turned around slowly, she knew the sound, well actually. However, from a time that was a little further back. Back then, Vegeta was still regularly jetting around in space and making this noise ...
"That comes from the GR! The 'telephone'!"
Seconds later, Bulma was standing in front of the dark screen. A small green light blinked on the dashboard. She pressed a certain button and the monitor immediately began to flicker. ´Fight of the ants - great! Bulma sighed and sat down in the old wheelchair that stood in front of it. ´Typical technology, if you ever need it, it’s broken - just like Vegeta! `
"Hello? Is anyone home?"
"Nah, honey, this is the answering machine for the letters, yesterday I set it so that it looks like me and asks every caller: Where are you, you ass!"
"Ha ... hello, Bulma ..."
Tense silence.
"How are you doing? ... All right?"
"Oh, leave me alone!"
A few seconds passed, apparently Vegeta passed the receiver on, the section on the screen changed. Suddenly a blue head appeared and beamed into Hope's mini camera.
"Hi Mom!"
Bulma made a face. Sure, Bra was allowed to come with us, but once again she wasn't! Silence. (Because when the day wakes up, after every dark night, the calm before the storm begins ... DBZ, CD 1, song 5, chorus!) Then it broke out, the thunderstorm.
"You are probably not ticking right to just leave me here alone! You could at least have asked me if I want to go with you, but you, you -"
"Ma, take it easy, this time you really couldn't come, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe! Night, kiss!"
Click. Suddenly the screen went black again, the last features of her daughter dissolved before Bulma's eyes into a dark nothing. She was boiling, boiling with anger."This ... this ... ARGHH!"
"Uh, honey, are you okay?"
Dr. Briefs looked quizzically through the door at his daughter.
"Nothing at all, nothing is okay! Dad, is there any way to remotely control the Hope program?"
"Of course why?"
An auspicious twinkle appeared in the sea-blue eyes. The daughter of Dr. Briefs rubbed her hands, a demonic look on her face.
"So, honey, you should finally learn not to irritate a woman to the extreme!"
"Bulma? What are you going to do?"
"REVENGE!!!"
################################################# ############
The first birds began to chirp, the rising sun bathed the scenario in a red and gold light. Tomorrow. The morning of the final fight. A clang echoed through the streets of the city, probably again one of those stupid cat critters who played with the trash cans and accidentally threw the lids off.A series of savage insults followed. Plenty for a well-bred city dweller ... The ring was empty and deserted, not even a mouse scurried across the tiles. Not a breeze moved, the palm trees around the square made no sound. Silence.
Vegeta yawned. (In the morning, half past four, somewhere in the middle of nowhere ...) Bored, he reached for the rolls that were placed on the plate in front of him. (“Say your last prayer, Schrippe, this town is too small for both of us!” I couldn't help myself now, Sorry ...) Much too little for a whole pack of hungry Saiya-jins.
"Dad, when is the fight today?"
Vegeta turned around in amazement and looked into his daughter's sleepy face. He slowly raised his wrist and looked at the time (for all fools, logically there was a watch on his wrist!). Daughter - time. Time - daughter.