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Fanfic: Begegnungen des Schicksals #18
Chapter: Encounters of Fate # 18
E-mail: MajinSakuko @ sms. at
Genre: Crossover
A / N: As can be seen from the genre reference, this is a crossover. This is the already mentioned Fic by JamesMarsters15 called She wants him to be with, which is available on www.buffyfanfic. de can be found.
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18th part
Even before Bulma had opened her eyes, she could almost certainly say that she was missing something. * Vegeta? *, she thought drowsy and looked around. No sign of the Saiyan. Shrugging, the young scientist got up, gathered her clothes off the floor, then pulled a new top and skirt and underwear out of her closet and slipped into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. She would have much rather soaked herself in a large tub, but unfortunately her bathroom wasn't equipped with that. Bulma brushed her teeth in the shower to get rid of the metallic taste.
So she did it. But what devil had she ridden to bite him? How did she know what effect it would have? So why did she really return the bite? She was bound now, and unlike a divorceable marriage, the bond was indissoluble. Until death do them part ... The force of the realization made Bulma's breath catch for seconds. They would be side by side, together, for the rest of their lives.
And what was the bad thing about it?
She didn't love him.[BI: Small mistake, forget that! ]-[MS: But then the fic would end way too soon! ]
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It had never been different, he only knew it that way. So why should he mind right now?
Everything was under control. The thoughts were in Vegeta's head and only there, not a single one would escape and find their way to HER. He couldn't allow it.
Vegeta got up shortly after Bulma fell asleep in the morning.And now he was in the GR, each sit-up taking three times as long as usual, since every time he got too close to the ground his head seemed to get heavier from unpleasant considerations.
I DO NOT LOVE HIM.
Then why did she do it? She had loved this Yamcha too. Why didn't he work?
Vegeta had given her everything. His body, his soul, his spirit.
Wasn't it enough? For her? For him?
But wasn't that double standards again? He hadn't given her his heart either.
He had given her everything he could.
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"Hm." The middle-aged man took off his glasses and cleaned them thoroughly with one end of his shirt. "It wasn't intended ..."
"Will," the little blonde grumbled softly. "She did a fabulous job ..."
"Buffy! It wasn't her fault."
The addressed turned to the brown-haired girl. "I know, Dawnie," she sighed.* But somehow I have to let go of my frustration, and since there are no vampires here that I could stake ...[MS: or Spike. ]*, she added in thought. Buffy turned once and looked around. It was strikingly colorful. "Where did we end up here, Giles?"
The former guard looked up and put his glasses back on before clearing his throat. "As far as I can tell, there are two options. Either Willow and Tara made a mistake with the spell, or we ... we had the wrong idea from the start about what to expect."
"Will and Tara are very good witches," interjected Dawn. "You sure made no mistake, don't you think Buffy?"
“What? Yes, yes.” The Slayer was far too preoccupied with a car that had appeared on the horizon. The car flew.
"So we have to ... She ... is the car flying?" Giles had discovered it too and was staring spellbound at the approaching vehicle."At least we can be sure that we are no longer in Sunnydale ... definitely not in 2003," he said when the strange flying car disappeared again.
"You think ... you ... think we traveled in time?"
"I don't know, Dawn ..."
"Doesn't matter," Buffy cut off. "We ... are here for a reason, forget?"
"Y-yes."
"We have to find him somehow," Buffy thought aloud. "Giles, what do we know?"
After telling all the facts, it was decided that one would head west first, since HIM was last seen there.
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~ Why don't you eat anything? ~
~ I can't eat when I'm happy. ~ Bulma gave Vegeta a quick look across the kitchen table and a beaming smile that the Saiyajin would have found to be real if he didn't know that it was just put on.
"Is what, honey?"
"No, mom ... I'm going to the laboratory now." Bulma got up, put her things away and left the kitchen in the direction of the laboratory.
"Oh, Vegeta ..." Bunny began hesitantly. “What have you been doing to yourself?” She pointed to a small plaster on the Saiyajin's neck. He usually let his injuries - which were as minor as they had to be to fit under such a small patch - heal openly.
"Nothing," was the monosyllabic answer before he stole out of the kitchen as well. ~ Your mother asked about the wound ... ~ he informed Bulma when he opened the door to the GR and entered. (Bulma meanwhile covered her scar with make-up so that the Goku thing wouldn't happen again.)
~ What did you tell her? ~ The scientist was just about to start up the PC.
~ Nothing of course. ~ 150G was enough to start with.
~ Okay. ~
While Bulma immersed himself in her latest charts and statistics, Vegeta again demanded everything from his body.
It was probably better that way. If she didn't love him, he wouldn't have to feel compelled to do anything. They got on well together. Love always passed too quickly, but if it wasn't there, it couldn't be lost.
-Puff-
The secrecy might be exhausting, but for the time being it was certainly best if no one found out about their relationship. Sometimes Mrs. Briefs grinned so strangely since Bulma left Yamcha ... Did she suspect anything? But Vegeta wasn't interested in Bunny at all, it was more about the professor. He always seemed calm and controlled, but still waters were known to be deep, and Vegeta had no desire to have Bulma's father against her. Not because he was so STRONG, but ... Souichi was in a strange way the father he was never allowed to have. Vegeta Ou had never known what had become of his son. The Ouji had always trained only for himself, only fought for himself.A little recognition ... he missed that.
-Puff-
You couldn't have everything, and that was a good thing. Vegeta would invest his time in achieving his goal. He'd have enough to do with that anyway.
-Sch! -
-St! -
Vegeta stumbled in his movement, and the robot he was about to attack fired an energy ball at him and hit him in the shoulder. With a suppressed groan, the Saiyajin bent over halfway, but was able to stand on his feet until he had deactivated all still intact robots by computer. Then he sank to the floor, leaning against the wall.
Was ... had he just ... been a Super Saiyan? Vegeta looked at his distorted reflection in the steel door, but it was impossible to tell that he was blonde. But it had been, for sure.
The Saiyan had felt it, the force rushing through his veins as he transformed. It was an incredible feeling, his aura had increased immeasurably for a split second.In any case, into the immeasurable for him and his comparison options.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Are we in the right place, Giles?"
“As correct as we can be, considering that we don't have a city map.” The ex-guard's glasses were cleaned once again. "This building complex reminds me a lot of the report ..."
"But I don't see a huge kite anywhere," Buffy pointed out.
Giles let out a small sigh. Sometimes his Slayer really wasn't the brightest, but she made up for her little mistakes easily. "Maybe we can be helped here."
"I'm ringing!", Dawn called and had already reached the doorbell, which she rang immediately.
Buffy winced briefly. "I guess we're spot on here ..." she muttered. "I just felt a very strong energy. Come back, Dawn." Of course they hadn't brought any weapons with them. Hopefully her senses had played a trick on her, for the force she had felt was almost absolute.
Buffy stood in front of her sister when the door swung open.
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Bulma tried with all her might to ignore the doorbell ringing. Why didn't her mother open the door? Her father was also working on an important project that was uninterrupted, but ...
"Honey?" Bunny's squeaky voice rang out through the cleverly installed speaking machine next to the PC monitor. "If you could go there, my soufflé will collapse ..."
“Sure, mom.” Mumbling softly to herself, the scientist saved her data and ran down to the entrance area of the C.C. Who do you think it was?
"Yes?" Asked Bulma while she swung open the door. Since when did representatives attack you in such droves? Or ... "Thank you, but I'm happy with my religion."
Buffy held the door open before Bulma could slam it. “Don't worry, I'm an atheist.” No, this turquoise-haired * Which hair dye was that?* Woman was obviously not a threat. "We can come in for a moment ..."
"Buffy," Giles implored his ex-Slayer before turning to the scientist. "We ... we are looking for something in particular and have reason to believe that you can help us."
Bulma frowned and looked over the three newcomers. Then she told herself that she didn't have to worry anyway, since Vegeta was still there. With one hand raised to her neck, she stepped aside and motioned the three of them to enter. “Shall we go into the living room?” Bulma went ahead and asked her guests to sit down.
“Who is it, Bulma dear?” Bunny's head peeked curiously out of the kitchen. "Oh, visit!"
After everyone had been supplied with drinks and the just finished
Genre: Crossover
A / N: As can be seen from the genre reference, this is a crossover. This is the already mentioned Fic by JamesMarsters15 called She wants him to be with, which is available on www.buffyfanfic. de can be found.
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18th part
Even before Bulma had opened her eyes, she could almost certainly say that she was missing something. * Vegeta? *, she thought drowsy and looked around. No sign of the Saiyan. Shrugging, the young scientist got up, gathered her clothes off the floor, then pulled a new top and skirt and underwear out of her closet and slipped into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. She would have much rather soaked herself in a large tub, but unfortunately her bathroom wasn't equipped with that. Bulma brushed her teeth in the shower to get rid of the metallic taste.
So she did it. But what devil had she ridden to bite him? How did she know what effect it would have? So why did she really return the bite? She was bound now, and unlike a divorceable marriage, the bond was indissoluble. Until death do them part ... The force of the realization made Bulma's breath catch for seconds. They would be side by side, together, for the rest of their lives.
And what was the bad thing about it?
She didn't love him.[BI: Small mistake, forget that! ]-[MS: But then the fic would end way too soon! ]
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It had never been different, he only knew it that way. So why should he mind right now?
Everything was under control. The thoughts were in Vegeta's head and only there, not a single one would escape and find their way to HER. He couldn't allow it.
Vegeta got up shortly after Bulma fell asleep in the morning.And now he was in the GR, each sit-up taking three times as long as usual, since every time he got too close to the ground his head seemed to get heavier from unpleasant considerations.
I DO NOT LOVE HIM.
Then why did she do it? She had loved this Yamcha too. Why didn't he work?
Vegeta had given her everything. His body, his soul, his spirit.
Wasn't it enough? For her? For him?
But wasn't that double standards again? He hadn't given her his heart either.
He had given her everything he could.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Hm." The middle-aged man took off his glasses and cleaned them thoroughly with one end of his shirt. "It wasn't intended ..."
"Will," the little blonde grumbled softly. "She did a fabulous job ..."
"Buffy! It wasn't her fault."
The addressed turned to the brown-haired girl. "I know, Dawnie," she sighed.* But somehow I have to let go of my frustration, and since there are no vampires here that I could stake ...[MS: or Spike. ]*, she added in thought. Buffy turned once and looked around. It was strikingly colorful. "Where did we end up here, Giles?"
The former guard looked up and put his glasses back on before clearing his throat. "As far as I can tell, there are two options. Either Willow and Tara made a mistake with the spell, or we ... we had the wrong idea from the start about what to expect."
"Will and Tara are very good witches," interjected Dawn. "You sure made no mistake, don't you think Buffy?"
“What? Yes, yes.” The Slayer was far too preoccupied with a car that had appeared on the horizon. The car flew.
"So we have to ... She ... is the car flying?" Giles had discovered it too and was staring spellbound at the approaching vehicle."At least we can be sure that we are no longer in Sunnydale ... definitely not in 2003," he said when the strange flying car disappeared again.
"You think ... you ... think we traveled in time?"
"I don't know, Dawn ..."
"Doesn't matter," Buffy cut off. "We ... are here for a reason, forget?"
"Y-yes."
"We have to find him somehow," Buffy thought aloud. "Giles, what do we know?"
After telling all the facts, it was decided that one would head west first, since HIM was last seen there.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
~ Why don't you eat anything? ~
~ I can't eat when I'm happy. ~ Bulma gave Vegeta a quick look across the kitchen table and a beaming smile that the Saiyajin would have found to be real if he didn't know that it was just put on.
"Is what, honey?"
"No, mom ... I'm going to the laboratory now." Bulma got up, put her things away and left the kitchen in the direction of the laboratory.
"Oh, Vegeta ..." Bunny began hesitantly. “What have you been doing to yourself?” She pointed to a small plaster on the Saiyajin's neck. He usually let his injuries - which were as minor as they had to be to fit under such a small patch - heal openly.
"Nothing," was the monosyllabic answer before he stole out of the kitchen as well. ~ Your mother asked about the wound ... ~ he informed Bulma when he opened the door to the GR and entered. (Bulma meanwhile covered her scar with make-up so that the Goku thing wouldn't happen again.)
~ What did you tell her? ~ The scientist was just about to start up the PC.
~ Nothing of course. ~ 150G was enough to start with.
~ Okay. ~
While Bulma immersed himself in her latest charts and statistics, Vegeta again demanded everything from his body.
It was probably better that way. If she didn't love him, he wouldn't have to feel compelled to do anything. They got on well together. Love always passed too quickly, but if it wasn't there, it couldn't be lost.
-Puff-
The secrecy might be exhausting, but for the time being it was certainly best if no one found out about their relationship. Sometimes Mrs. Briefs grinned so strangely since Bulma left Yamcha ... Did she suspect anything? But Vegeta wasn't interested in Bunny at all, it was more about the professor. He always seemed calm and controlled, but still waters were known to be deep, and Vegeta had no desire to have Bulma's father against her. Not because he was so STRONG, but ... Souichi was in a strange way the father he was never allowed to have. Vegeta Ou had never known what had become of his son. The Ouji had always trained only for himself, only fought for himself.A little recognition ... he missed that.
-Puff-
You couldn't have everything, and that was a good thing. Vegeta would invest his time in achieving his goal. He'd have enough to do with that anyway.
-Sch! -
-St! -
Vegeta stumbled in his movement, and the robot he was about to attack fired an energy ball at him and hit him in the shoulder. With a suppressed groan, the Saiyajin bent over halfway, but was able to stand on his feet until he had deactivated all still intact robots by computer. Then he sank to the floor, leaning against the wall.
Was ... had he just ... been a Super Saiyan? Vegeta looked at his distorted reflection in the steel door, but it was impossible to tell that he was blonde. But it had been, for sure.
The Saiyan had felt it, the force rushing through his veins as he transformed. It was an incredible feeling, his aura had increased immeasurably for a split second.In any case, into the immeasurable for him and his comparison options.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Are we in the right place, Giles?"
“As correct as we can be, considering that we don't have a city map.” The ex-guard's glasses were cleaned once again. "This building complex reminds me a lot of the report ..."
"But I don't see a huge kite anywhere," Buffy pointed out.
Giles let out a small sigh. Sometimes his Slayer really wasn't the brightest, but she made up for her little mistakes easily. "Maybe we can be helped here."
"I'm ringing!", Dawn called and had already reached the doorbell, which she rang immediately.
Buffy winced briefly. "I guess we're spot on here ..." she muttered. "I just felt a very strong energy. Come back, Dawn." Of course they hadn't brought any weapons with them. Hopefully her senses had played a trick on her, for the force she had felt was almost absolute.
Buffy stood in front of her sister when the door swung open.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Bulma tried with all her might to ignore the doorbell ringing. Why didn't her mother open the door? Her father was also working on an important project that was uninterrupted, but ...
"Honey?" Bunny's squeaky voice rang out through the cleverly installed speaking machine next to the PC monitor. "If you could go there, my soufflé will collapse ..."
“Sure, mom.” Mumbling softly to herself, the scientist saved her data and ran down to the entrance area of the C.C. Who do you think it was?
"Yes?" Asked Bulma while she swung open the door. Since when did representatives attack you in such droves? Or ... "Thank you, but I'm happy with my religion."
Buffy held the door open before Bulma could slam it. “Don't worry, I'm an atheist.” No, this turquoise-haired * Which hair dye was that?* Woman was obviously not a threat. "We can come in for a moment ..."
"Buffy," Giles implored his ex-Slayer before turning to the scientist. "We ... we are looking for something in particular and have reason to believe that you can help us."
Bulma frowned and looked over the three newcomers. Then she told herself that she didn't have to worry anyway, since Vegeta was still there. With one hand raised to her neck, she stepped aside and motioned the three of them to enter. “Shall we go into the living room?” Bulma went ahead and asked her guests to sit down.
“Who is it, Bulma dear?” Bunny's head peeked curiously out of the kitchen. "Oh, visit!"
After everyone had been supplied with drinks and the just finished