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Fanfic: Liebe auf Probe (1) & (2)
Chapter: Love on trial (1) & (2)
Hello my dears ! I just want to put in the first two parts so that I have it under one roof! They were written under my old Nick ...
Love on trial (1) & (2)
It was a beautiful summer morning. The orange sun over the horizon promised that it would be better to be near a pool during the day.
Bulma was the first to wake up. She blinked sleepily to the other side of the bed, from which she heard a small snore. The Saiyan prince was lying on his stomach, wearing only black boxer shorts in which his buttocks stood out flawlessly. He must have kicked the blanket off over night, which was no wonder in this heat. * He looks really exhausted *, Bulma giggled to herself as she looked back over the pictures from the previous night. * Well yes, my strong prince must have spent a bit of time ...! * She decided to take a shower and then make her Vegeta a really good breakfast.He really deserved it, and besides, it was Sunday. So they could actually have breakfast together in bed, because there was no work or training today.
When Bulma entered the kitchen freshly showered, her mother was already baking fresh rolls. "Morning, Mom," greeted Bulma and shuffled over to the refrigerator to load a "pair" of goodies onto a large tray. "Good morning, darling!" Replied Mrs. Briefs with her brightest sunshine smile. "I'll take a few things with me, okay? We'll have breakfast in bed if you don't mind." "No, no. Go ahead, sweeties. You might as well sleep a little while you're in bed . Got pretty late last night ... "Mrs. Briefs smiled openly at her daughter, who dropped the butter in shock. The face was almost indistinguishable from a tomato. Before she could reply anything, however, her mother continued to babble cheerfully. "Oh, you are such a cute couple!And that Vegeta is so dear to you ... I knew there was something good in him! Tell me, dear, have you ever thought of starting a family? Oh, I'd do anything ... "" Mom. it is enough! ", Bulma snapped. That was probably embarrassing! Her complexion had long since passed the tomato stage. She preferred to continue packing things up before they would burst completely. Ms. Briefs took the rolls out of the oven and poured them into one Basket and then put it on Bulma's tray. Then she folded her hands and nodded her head ecstatically. "Why not? You are the right age. And you get along so well. Oh, such a little grandchild ... dear ?! "Bulma had had enough and went to the first floor with the tray, where Vegeta was still sleeping peacefully on her feathers.
She put the tray on the desk and then snuggled back into bed to wait for Vegeta to wake up.Her mother's words still echoed in her head. Of course she wanted children ... for a long time actually. But now is really the wrong time. Vegeta and she had only been a couple for 2 months and besides, he would soon be jet into space, so it was finally agreed. On Earth, he was just too distracted to turn into a Super Saiyan. Not to forget the upcoming fight with the cyborgs and the most important thing was yet to come! Bulma gave a brief desperate laugh. Vegeta probably didn't want children at all! He really wasn't what you could call a 'family man'! She pictured Vegeta with a baby in her arms. He made faces and babbled in baby talk with the little one. No, that didn't go together. Bulma propped her head on one hand to get a better look at Vegeta. After a while, she got bored and nudged his arm. But the prince seemed to be in the deepest realm of dreams, because he did not even show the beginning of a reaction.Slowly it became too colorful for Bulma, so drastic measures had to be taken. Without further ado, she held his nose to him. Vegeta made a few grunts, waved his hands wildly and finally opened his eyes. Bulma let go of her nose. "Well? Have we slept in?", She asked cockyly and almost beamed at her counterpart. Vegeta rubbed his nose and gave his girlfriend a meaningful look. "Hardly, you beast! Couldn't you have woken me up more tenderly? As befits a prince?" Bulma caressed the Saiyan's cheek lovingly. "Excuse me, your Majesty. Your lady-in-waiting was bored, she wants to be entertained." Despite all the love, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Ha, ha! I'll laugh later, okay? Now I'll tell you what I want ! I'm hungry! Make something to eat, then I may forgive you for your cheek! "Vegeta now looked particularly haughty. He really couldn't have stretched his nose any higher.
Bulma suppressed a fit of laughter and instead said exaggeratedly friendly: "But it's already served, my prince! Exquisite delicacies are just waiting to be eaten by you." With an elegant gesture she indicated the desk behind Vegeta. He could hardly believe his eyes when he turned around. "Wow!" He escaped more or less unintentionally. “Why doesn't it always work so quickly?” With one leap the Saiyajin was out of bed and stood in amazement in front of the tray with all the goodies Eyebrow. Instead of answering, Bulma pulled the covers aside and smiled in turn. "What do you think I dragged all this stuff up here for?" Vegeta grinned broadly and placed the tray on the cleared mattress. It got really cozy and Vegeta didn't regret a bit that he skipped the training. For that he would stick again for the next 6 days.
Bulma called a robot, who immediately rustled and removed the tray with empty bowls and dirty dishes from the room.
"Phew, I'm full!", Vegeta said, satisfied and satisfied, wiped the crumbs from the sheet and let himself fall back on the pillow. Bulma leaned over him, nibbled his earlobe and breathed a tender "Don't you want dessert?" into the ear. Vegeta's body began to tingle, he could clearly feel his cheeks flush from the sudden heat. "Bulma ..." he exclaimed as she began to gently caress the Saiyajin's upper body with her right hand. Vegeta lay very still with a small smile on his face and enjoyed every touch to the full. Whenever Bulma swept the pages he was so ticklish on, he winced and bit his lip lightly.
Then suddenly she stopped. Vegeta just let out an indignant "Hey!" When he noticed how Bulma buried her teeth in his throat.The blood pulsed in his veins, the passion built, just waiting to be released. "You little bitch ..." he sighed comfortably. "You know exactly how to mess with me ..." I can't help it, "Bulma said innocently." You just taste too good! "A small grin crept onto her face as she slowly and ecstatically turned to Vegeta's expression on the 'more interesting' body parts ..
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CUT !!! YOUR SPANNER !!!
Think about the rest! (Like me ...) * ggg *
2 hours later ...
Vegeta was making a hickey on Bulma's stomach when she remembered the conversation with her mother in the morning. "You, Vegeta?" "Hmpf, jrma?" (With a full mouth it's not so good!) "You know what my mother said this morning? "Vegeta mumbled something that sounded like" No, where from? "without letting go of his stomach. Bulma forced a smile. "Well, she said we were a great couple and should start a family .. huh, huh .. funny, right?"It took all of her acting talent to convince Vegeta that she herself thought this thing was absurd. Vegeta choked on his own spit at that very moment. The coughing fit didn't want to stop, so Bulma patted the Saiyan vigorously on the back." Goes ´s again? "" Yes .. * cough * is the old woman crazy? * cough * What should I .. * cough * with a sucker like that? * cough * Bulma forced a laugh. "Yeah, huh! What a stupid idea ... huh huh .." Then she got up and was about to leave the room. She felt like crying, but Vegeta was under no circumstances allowed to see how things were really going with her emotional life. Bulma had decided not to force Vegeta to do anything, he shouldn't feel obliged. She might destroy everything and risk his love. Well she would wait. Now there were more important things in Vegeta's plans. After that she could still have a child ... someday.
"Hey! Where are you going?Did I do anything again? "Bulma turned to the bed on which the Saiyajin was sitting and looked at her in amazement." Oh, nothing, "she hurried to say." It's just so hot here. I thought I would go for a swim. With that she left the room and Vegeta couldn't understand anything ...
Love on trial (1) & (2)
It was a beautiful summer morning. The orange sun over the horizon promised that it would be better to be near a pool during the day.
Bulma was the first to wake up. She blinked sleepily to the other side of the bed, from which she heard a small snore. The Saiyan prince was lying on his stomach, wearing only black boxer shorts in which his buttocks stood out flawlessly. He must have kicked the blanket off over night, which was no wonder in this heat. * He looks really exhausted *, Bulma giggled to herself as she looked back over the pictures from the previous night. * Well yes, my strong prince must have spent a bit of time ...! * She decided to take a shower and then make her Vegeta a really good breakfast.He really deserved it, and besides, it was Sunday. So they could actually have breakfast together in bed, because there was no work or training today.
When Bulma entered the kitchen freshly showered, her mother was already baking fresh rolls. "Morning, Mom," greeted Bulma and shuffled over to the refrigerator to load a "pair" of goodies onto a large tray. "Good morning, darling!" Replied Mrs. Briefs with her brightest sunshine smile. "I'll take a few things with me, okay? We'll have breakfast in bed if you don't mind." "No, no. Go ahead, sweeties. You might as well sleep a little while you're in bed . Got pretty late last night ... "Mrs. Briefs smiled openly at her daughter, who dropped the butter in shock. The face was almost indistinguishable from a tomato. Before she could reply anything, however, her mother continued to babble cheerfully. "Oh, you are such a cute couple!And that Vegeta is so dear to you ... I knew there was something good in him! Tell me, dear, have you ever thought of starting a family? Oh, I'd do anything ... "" Mom. it is enough! ", Bulma snapped. That was probably embarrassing! Her complexion had long since passed the tomato stage. She preferred to continue packing things up before they would burst completely. Ms. Briefs took the rolls out of the oven and poured them into one Basket and then put it on Bulma's tray. Then she folded her hands and nodded her head ecstatically. "Why not? You are the right age. And you get along so well. Oh, such a little grandchild ... dear ?! "Bulma had had enough and went to the first floor with the tray, where Vegeta was still sleeping peacefully on her feathers.
She put the tray on the desk and then snuggled back into bed to wait for Vegeta to wake up.Her mother's words still echoed in her head. Of course she wanted children ... for a long time actually. But now is really the wrong time. Vegeta and she had only been a couple for 2 months and besides, he would soon be jet into space, so it was finally agreed. On Earth, he was just too distracted to turn into a Super Saiyan. Not to forget the upcoming fight with the cyborgs and the most important thing was yet to come! Bulma gave a brief desperate laugh. Vegeta probably didn't want children at all! He really wasn't what you could call a 'family man'! She pictured Vegeta with a baby in her arms. He made faces and babbled in baby talk with the little one. No, that didn't go together. Bulma propped her head on one hand to get a better look at Vegeta. After a while, she got bored and nudged his arm. But the prince seemed to be in the deepest realm of dreams, because he did not even show the beginning of a reaction.Slowly it became too colorful for Bulma, so drastic measures had to be taken. Without further ado, she held his nose to him. Vegeta made a few grunts, waved his hands wildly and finally opened his eyes. Bulma let go of her nose. "Well? Have we slept in?", She asked cockyly and almost beamed at her counterpart. Vegeta rubbed his nose and gave his girlfriend a meaningful look. "Hardly, you beast! Couldn't you have woken me up more tenderly? As befits a prince?" Bulma caressed the Saiyan's cheek lovingly. "Excuse me, your Majesty. Your lady-in-waiting was bored, she wants to be entertained." Despite all the love, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Ha, ha! I'll laugh later, okay? Now I'll tell you what I want ! I'm hungry! Make something to eat, then I may forgive you for your cheek! "Vegeta now looked particularly haughty. He really couldn't have stretched his nose any higher.
Bulma suppressed a fit of laughter and instead said exaggeratedly friendly: "But it's already served, my prince! Exquisite delicacies are just waiting to be eaten by you." With an elegant gesture she indicated the desk behind Vegeta. He could hardly believe his eyes when he turned around. "Wow!" He escaped more or less unintentionally. “Why doesn't it always work so quickly?” With one leap the Saiyajin was out of bed and stood in amazement in front of the tray with all the goodies Eyebrow. Instead of answering, Bulma pulled the covers aside and smiled in turn. "What do you think I dragged all this stuff up here for?" Vegeta grinned broadly and placed the tray on the cleared mattress. It got really cozy and Vegeta didn't regret a bit that he skipped the training. For that he would stick again for the next 6 days.
Bulma called a robot, who immediately rustled and removed the tray with empty bowls and dirty dishes from the room.
"Phew, I'm full!", Vegeta said, satisfied and satisfied, wiped the crumbs from the sheet and let himself fall back on the pillow. Bulma leaned over him, nibbled his earlobe and breathed a tender "Don't you want dessert?" into the ear. Vegeta's body began to tingle, he could clearly feel his cheeks flush from the sudden heat. "Bulma ..." he exclaimed as she began to gently caress the Saiyajin's upper body with her right hand. Vegeta lay very still with a small smile on his face and enjoyed every touch to the full. Whenever Bulma swept the pages he was so ticklish on, he winced and bit his lip lightly.
Then suddenly she stopped. Vegeta just let out an indignant "Hey!" When he noticed how Bulma buried her teeth in his throat.The blood pulsed in his veins, the passion built, just waiting to be released. "You little bitch ..." he sighed comfortably. "You know exactly how to mess with me ..." I can't help it, "Bulma said innocently." You just taste too good! "A small grin crept onto her face as she slowly and ecstatically turned to Vegeta's expression on the 'more interesting' body parts ..
.
CUT !!! YOUR SPANNER !!!
Think about the rest! (Like me ...) * ggg *
2 hours later ...
Vegeta was making a hickey on Bulma's stomach when she remembered the conversation with her mother in the morning. "You, Vegeta?" "Hmpf, jrma?" (With a full mouth it's not so good!) "You know what my mother said this morning? "Vegeta mumbled something that sounded like" No, where from? "without letting go of his stomach. Bulma forced a smile. "Well, she said we were a great couple and should start a family .. huh, huh .. funny, right?"It took all of her acting talent to convince Vegeta that she herself thought this thing was absurd. Vegeta choked on his own spit at that very moment. The coughing fit didn't want to stop, so Bulma patted the Saiyan vigorously on the back." Goes ´s again? "" Yes .. * cough * is the old woman crazy? * cough * What should I .. * cough * with a sucker like that? * cough * Bulma forced a laugh. "Yeah, huh! What a stupid idea ... huh huh .." Then she got up and was about to leave the room. She felt like crying, but Vegeta was under no circumstances allowed to see how things were really going with her emotional life. Bulma had decided not to force Vegeta to do anything, he shouldn't feel obliged. She might destroy everything and risk his love. Well she would wait. Now there were more important things in Vegeta's plans. After that she could still have a child ... someday.
"Hey! Where are you going?Did I do anything again? "Bulma turned to the bed on which the Saiyajin was sitting and looked at her in amazement." Oh, nothing, "she hurried to say." It's just so hot here. I thought I would go for a swim. With that she left the room and Vegeta couldn't understand anything ...