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Fanfic: B/V - Begegnungen des Schicksals #15
turned to look her brother in the eye. "We have time, why should we rush? Besides," she added with a malicious grin, "we already know how long we have to be patient and can shorten the waiting time with preparatory work, what do you think?"She wasn't waiting for an answer, but suddenly stared into space and smiled mysteriously, as if she already had a great idea about the work ahead.
"What are you thinking about, sister?" The black-haired wanted to know curiously.
"Which poison is most difficult to detect in your food."
"You know this is a waste of time."
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It was better than he could have imagined in his wildest dreams. Sweeter than anything it had tasted before. Hotter than hell could ever burn. More stimulating than the booklet from this hentai grandpa.[MS: For Muten Roshi, not Vegeta! ]
After Vegeta had finally finished chewing the bite, he swallowed it down. Not even the spicy taste of grilled food could mask its fruity taste. Vegeta's palate tickled a bit as he recalled Bulma's kiss, which was so abruptly interrupted.The Saiyan's head got the better of his mind when he thought about feeling like a pubescent schoolboy when Mrs. Briefs dropped that ambiguous remark. Fortunately, she hadn't wanted to investigate the situation. Otherwise it would have been embarrassing. Imagine Mr. Briefs questioning Vegeta about his intentions about his daughter! At the thought, the Saiyan gave the professor a quick look. He had exchanged the white lab coat for a colorfully printed grill apron, Maunz was half hanging out of the pocket sewn on the front. With a pair of tongs, he now turned the grilled food and sorted out the finished pieces.
Vegeta turned his head a little so he could see Bulma out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting almost at the other end of the table, the garden lighting conjuring up bright reflections in her hair.
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Bulma unconsciously licked her lips and felt instantly transported back to that certain point in time ... in the kitchen, just before the interruption.The food tasted bland, Vegeta's kiss still filled her senses. One glance was all she dared now. She wondered what the Saiyan was thinking about at the moment when he was looking at his plate so completely disinterestedly that one could easily think he was not hungry.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Don't you train at all?"
Startled Vegeta when he heard Bulma's questioning voice. What was she doing in the kitchen at midnight? So he just stooped and watched a little suspiciously as she pulled a chair next to him and sat down. Why did his heart beat so fast when she was around?
"Now there is nobody there to disturb us," whispered Bulma. "My parents are already sleeping ..." Reluctantly, she leaned forward a little, watching exactly how Vegeta reacted. But this jerked back with a jerk, he wanted ...
"Sorry ...", the scientist muttered depressed and got up from the chair, but could not go out because her hand, which she had been resting on the kitchen table, was being held.
Vegeta stroked the back of Bulma's hand with his fingertips, pulled her back to him with the other hand and kissed her.
Preview: Who are these new ominous opponents? Since when have space cops been cruising through space[MS: Wasn't there even a series? ]? And what is the next step with Bulma and Vegeta? We'll see ...
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"Here, Yamcha," Pool chirped happily. "Freshly squeezed orange juice. It will make you think differently."
The addressee looked up with a smile and took the glass. "Thanks, P-chan."
"You're welcome, * oink-oink *"
Director: Cut, you probably got it wrong about artistic freedom.
The stormy evening wind was the only movement on the entire planet, far outside the northern Milky Way. No bird twittered, no frog indicated its presence with its croaking, not even the otherwise busy bees dared to produce their honey.
Bulma: Are you kidding?
Vegeta: * growl * she will pay for that!
Yamcha: Hui, that's funny!
Director: Can you get a frog, a bird or a couple of bees not to give a peep?
...
Director: Cut! Very good, and now a souvenir photo for the yearbook ... * snap *
Vegeta: Argh!
[MS: Bulma was a swallow, Vegeta the frog and Yamcha was allowed to act as a bee ...]
Dorei - slave
"What are you thinking about, sister?" The black-haired wanted to know curiously.
"Which poison is most difficult to detect in your food."
"You know this is a waste of time."
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It was better than he could have imagined in his wildest dreams. Sweeter than anything it had tasted before. Hotter than hell could ever burn. More stimulating than the booklet from this hentai grandpa.[MS: For Muten Roshi, not Vegeta! ]
After Vegeta had finally finished chewing the bite, he swallowed it down. Not even the spicy taste of grilled food could mask its fruity taste. Vegeta's palate tickled a bit as he recalled Bulma's kiss, which was so abruptly interrupted.The Saiyan's head got the better of his mind when he thought about feeling like a pubescent schoolboy when Mrs. Briefs dropped that ambiguous remark. Fortunately, she hadn't wanted to investigate the situation. Otherwise it would have been embarrassing. Imagine Mr. Briefs questioning Vegeta about his intentions about his daughter! At the thought, the Saiyan gave the professor a quick look. He had exchanged the white lab coat for a colorfully printed grill apron, Maunz was half hanging out of the pocket sewn on the front. With a pair of tongs, he now turned the grilled food and sorted out the finished pieces.
Vegeta turned his head a little so he could see Bulma out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting almost at the other end of the table, the garden lighting conjuring up bright reflections in her hair.
-
Bulma unconsciously licked her lips and felt instantly transported back to that certain point in time ... in the kitchen, just before the interruption.The food tasted bland, Vegeta's kiss still filled her senses. One glance was all she dared now. She wondered what the Saiyan was thinking about at the moment when he was looking at his plate so completely disinterestedly that one could easily think he was not hungry.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Don't you train at all?"
Startled Vegeta when he heard Bulma's questioning voice. What was she doing in the kitchen at midnight? So he just stooped and watched a little suspiciously as she pulled a chair next to him and sat down. Why did his heart beat so fast when she was around?
"Now there is nobody there to disturb us," whispered Bulma. "My parents are already sleeping ..." Reluctantly, she leaned forward a little, watching exactly how Vegeta reacted. But this jerked back with a jerk, he wanted ...
"Sorry ...", the scientist muttered depressed and got up from the chair, but could not go out because her hand, which she had been resting on the kitchen table, was being held.
Vegeta stroked the back of Bulma's hand with his fingertips, pulled her back to him with the other hand and kissed her.
Preview: Who are these new ominous opponents? Since when have space cops been cruising through space[MS: Wasn't there even a series? ]? And what is the next step with Bulma and Vegeta? We'll see ...
-
Cut-outs
"Here, Yamcha," Pool chirped happily. "Freshly squeezed orange juice. It will make you think differently."
The addressee looked up with a smile and took the glass. "Thanks, P-chan."
"You're welcome, * oink-oink *"
Director: Cut, you probably got it wrong about artistic freedom.
The stormy evening wind was the only movement on the entire planet, far outside the northern Milky Way. No bird twittered, no frog indicated its presence with its croaking, not even the otherwise busy bees dared to produce their honey.
Bulma: Are you kidding?
Vegeta: * growl * she will pay for that!
Yamcha: Hui, that's funny!
Director: Can you get a frog, a bird or a couple of bees not to give a peep?
...
Director: Cut! Very good, and now a souvenir photo for the yearbook ... * snap *
Vegeta: Argh!
[MS: Bulma was a swallow, Vegeta the frog and Yamcha was allowed to act as a bee ...]
Dorei - slave