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Fanfic: I do everything what you want me to do! [1]
Chapter: I do everything what you want me to do! [1]
Title: I do everything what you want me to do!
Part: 1/7 (?)
Author: coole_bulma alias Bebi
E-mail: bebi16w @ web. de
Fanfiction: DragonballZ
Disclaimer: the Bishiis don't belong to me and I'm not trying to earn any money with them either ... blablabla ^^ "
Rating:?
Warning: nothing yet ^ - ^
Comment: Na ^^
do you still know me ?! It doesn't matter ... in any case, I wanted to publish one of my FF`s again ... * g * hope you guys are just as loyal to me as you were before ^. -Well, actually, it smells like everyone knows, but I'll (hopefully) shake up this place again!
And don't be surprised by the spelling ^^ "I was still an innocent 15!
Dedication: I dedicate this first part entirely to my dear, loyal Vi-sama alias Vain (Forbidden Love & Bloody Urge)
Pairing: Vegeta x? (indicated)
“I hope you can forgive me, Ouji-sama! "
It was early morning and as was the case every morning, Vegeta was not lying in his bed but was training in the G-R. Since Bulma's death, about six months ago, Vegeta had completely withdrawn.
Trunks had to fend for himself and run the Capsule Corp, but he was doing well for his age. He could look after himself without his father's help. "Vaaaater, there is food!" the young man called across the house and sat down in his seat.
As soon as Trunks had put his first bread on his plate, his father stood in the threshold and groaned over the breakfast, "Boiled eggs and jam sandwiches again ?! "
"You can do something yourself if you don't want my food!" grumbled the boy and drank a glass of cold milk.
The prince waved his hand and sat down at the table.
"You father, I need to talk to you!"
Vegeta raised her head in disinterest and put bread after bread into her mouth.
"Business is not going well at the moment!" Trunks said and watched his father a little disgusted.
"And?" the Saiyan growled.
"If it continues like this, I will have to sell the" CC "! "
His father shrugged, what was the problem?
Angry, Trunks straightened up and hit the table, "I knew that you couldn't be talked to sensibly, you are only interested in yourself, you are mother ..."
Vegeta overturned the table with a tremendous force and scowled at his son, "One more word about you and I'll forget myself!" Without saying another word about it, Vegeta disappeared back into the G-R.
"It's the same every time!" sighed the 17-year-old and went to his executive office, where he had to make some important phone calls with the bank, but he could not achieve anything, they denied him any credit. He sighed disappointed, "I have to get some fresh air!" And since there was no further visit from any professor today, he opened the window and flew out.
He had no goal, just to get out into the fresh air. On the way he tore off his tight jacket and buttoned his shirt up to his chest. "This job takes my last nerve!" Trunks muttered quietly to himself. He had been flying for half an hour without a destination in mind, until he saw a beautiful clearing and landed. It smelled wonderfully of flowers of all kinds, of trees and bushes, and he liked it right away. Humming softly to himself, he put one foot forward until he discovered a beautiful, quiet spot and let himself fall noiselessly into the flowers. "How nice!" he mumbled softly and closed his eyes with pleasure, inhaled the wonderful scent of the flowers. A little later he fell asleep.
A short time later a strange-looking object landed a few 100 meters in front of him, he didn't notice anymore.
Cautious steps broke the otherwise pleasant calm and approached the sleeping boy."How pretty he turned out!" said the stranger and brushed some strands of hair from Trunks' face. "As innocent as a baby!" the man mumbled and timidly stroked the sleeping man's cheek. "And how soft his skin is!" he stated with enthusiasm as he ran his fingers over the chest of the 17-year-old, "Wake up my prince!" he whispered soothingly in his ear and kissed him gently on the forehead
Slowly the boy's tired eyes opened and a hearty yawn escaped his mouth.
"Wake up my prince?" an unfamiliar voice whispered to him and made him tremble.
The half-saiyajin quickly jumped into the air and lingered there a few moments before he went into defense and slid to the floor. "Who are you?" Trunks asked him in a resolute voice and growled intimidatingly.
,,Hm? Didn't Ouji-sama tell you about me? "Inquired the man.
"Who should Ouji-sama be?And what do you want from me? "Came the hissing counter-question.
"Well, then, first of all, I'll introduce myself. I'm Broly, a Saiyajin!" he replied and grinned in the face of the now stunned Trunks.
"You ... you are a Saiyan? But why do you have purple hair?" Questions puzzled his head.
"Do you think my hair is that bad?" Broly wanted to know and took a big step towards the boy.
"Don't come too close to me!" shouted Trunks in an alert tone and took up fighting stance.
"Am I so undesirable?" The Saiyan looked down sadly and was about to leave, but Trunks stopped him ...
"Why are you here?" he called after him.
A loving smile appeared on the violet-haired man's face. "I am here to serve you and Ouji-sama and to apologize for my evil deeds!" answered the elder.
Trunks held his head in complete confusion, "How do I know you have good intentions?""
"I would never lie to you, Prince!" replied Broly and bowed respectfully. Trunks looked a little puzzled at the inclined Saiyajin, Um ... you don't need to bow because of me. "
"But my prince, I owe it to you and Ouji-sama, I will never disappoint you again! Please punish me!" Broly pleaded, staring inevitably into his blue eyes. Horror spread in the young body, why ... punish? I don't even know you yet! So why should I? "
"You're welcome!" the Saiyan pleaded and moved a step closer to the 17-year-old.
"I ... um ... stop!" he shouted to the kneeling and raised an arm threateningly.
Broly smiled uncertainly and looked ashamed at the floor, "If I'm too rude to you, you have to punish me!" Broly said decisively.
This knee-jerk reaction happened so quickly that even Trunks fell to the floor in shock. Broly squatted on the floor, whimpering, holding her right cheek.
"Broly ... I ... it ..."
"Not!" the Saiyajin stopped him and smiled lovingly in his face, you don't need to apologize, Prince, you are my lord and master and if you think it's right to punish me, that's right! "
"Why do you say that?" the half-Saiyajin asked him.
Broly smiled shyly and absently stroked her swollen cheek, "I've served my life, either it was for my father, Freezer or Vegeta." I am not used to it any other way! "He replied and earned a sympathetic smile." Don't be sad! "Said the older one and slid the last piece on the boy.
"Father ... he hit you?" disappointed, he looked into Broly’s eyes and saw how loneliness, fear and pain were reflected in them.
The Saiyan laughed in embarrassment and looked away sadly.
"Come home with me, you must be tired and hungry. I should have some boiled eggs and jam sandwiches left!" without the older one being able to reply, he dragged him into the air and flew with him across the continent.
Meanwhile Vegeta was so absorbed in his training that he didn't notice this well-known aura.
Trunks and Broly have been flying for 30 minutes without even looking at each other, let alone a word. "Here it is!" the half-Saiyajin called to him and landed.
Broly looked at the huge area in amazement and was immediately led into the house by Trunks.
"Father doesn't seem to have noticed us!" concluded the boy and led the man into the large living room. "Wait here!" briefly he disappeared from the room, only to arrive a little later with a huge tray full of bread and jam.
"Can I really?" Broly asked as a precaution and hesitantly grabbed a piece of bread.
"Sure!" replied Trunks and watched with a grin as the Saiyajin greedily stuffed himself one loaf after the other. Having eaten full, Broly patted his stomach and belched softly, "Oh sorry!" He apologized and bowed his head.
"No, Broly, you don't have to apologize all the time, that happens to me often too! And now come with me, I'll show you your room, then you can do what you want!"
Broly stared at the boy, a little overwhelmed.
"You can also come to my office if you want!"
"Of course, my prince, anything you want!" The elder made it clear by taking a few steps and memorizing every corner of the house. When Broly saw his room, his eyes shone with emotion. "I would not have expected such a large room! What did I deserve this for?" he asked himself aloud and crossed the room.
"I have to go back to the office now, you can come with me or stay here, both should be fine with me!" recited Trunks.
"No, wait, I'll come with you!" He allowed himself one last look before disappearing into his office with the boy.
All of a sudden the phone went into action. "Who can that be?" Trunks muttered and picked up the phone, "Trunks Briefs, Capsule Corp, what can I do for you?""
~ Hello Trunks, it's Goku, I just wanted to ask if you are okay! ~
"Of course Son-Goku, how did you come up with that? "
~ Maybe I was just wrong, I pinpointed Broly's aura very close to you, but it was probably just my imagination. Sorry that I bothered me, maybe I'll check back later this week! ~
“It's good!” Trunks said before saying goodbye and hanging up. Meanwhile, Broly had looked around the room a little and was looking at
Part: 1/7 (?)
Author: coole_bulma alias Bebi
E-mail: bebi16w @ web. de
Fanfiction: DragonballZ
Disclaimer: the Bishiis don't belong to me and I'm not trying to earn any money with them either ... blablabla ^^ "
Rating:?
Warning: nothing yet ^ - ^
Comment: Na ^^
do you still know me ?! It doesn't matter ... in any case, I wanted to publish one of my FF`s again ... * g * hope you guys are just as loyal to me as you were before ^. -Well, actually, it smells like everyone knows, but I'll (hopefully) shake up this place again!
And don't be surprised by the spelling ^^ "I was still an innocent 15!
Dedication: I dedicate this first part entirely to my dear, loyal Vi-sama alias Vain (Forbidden Love & Bloody Urge)
Pairing: Vegeta x? (indicated)
“I hope you can forgive me, Ouji-sama! "
It was early morning and as was the case every morning, Vegeta was not lying in his bed but was training in the G-R. Since Bulma's death, about six months ago, Vegeta had completely withdrawn.
Trunks had to fend for himself and run the Capsule Corp, but he was doing well for his age. He could look after himself without his father's help. "Vaaaater, there is food!" the young man called across the house and sat down in his seat.
As soon as Trunks had put his first bread on his plate, his father stood in the threshold and groaned over the breakfast, "Boiled eggs and jam sandwiches again ?! "
"You can do something yourself if you don't want my food!" grumbled the boy and drank a glass of cold milk.
The prince waved his hand and sat down at the table.
"You father, I need to talk to you!"
Vegeta raised her head in disinterest and put bread after bread into her mouth.
"Business is not going well at the moment!" Trunks said and watched his father a little disgusted.
"And?" the Saiyan growled.
"If it continues like this, I will have to sell the" CC "! "
His father shrugged, what was the problem?
Angry, Trunks straightened up and hit the table, "I knew that you couldn't be talked to sensibly, you are only interested in yourself, you are mother ..."
Vegeta overturned the table with a tremendous force and scowled at his son, "One more word about you and I'll forget myself!" Without saying another word about it, Vegeta disappeared back into the G-R.
"It's the same every time!" sighed the 17-year-old and went to his executive office, where he had to make some important phone calls with the bank, but he could not achieve anything, they denied him any credit. He sighed disappointed, "I have to get some fresh air!" And since there was no further visit from any professor today, he opened the window and flew out.
He had no goal, just to get out into the fresh air. On the way he tore off his tight jacket and buttoned his shirt up to his chest. "This job takes my last nerve!" Trunks muttered quietly to himself. He had been flying for half an hour without a destination in mind, until he saw a beautiful clearing and landed. It smelled wonderfully of flowers of all kinds, of trees and bushes, and he liked it right away. Humming softly to himself, he put one foot forward until he discovered a beautiful, quiet spot and let himself fall noiselessly into the flowers. "How nice!" he mumbled softly and closed his eyes with pleasure, inhaled the wonderful scent of the flowers. A little later he fell asleep.
A short time later a strange-looking object landed a few 100 meters in front of him, he didn't notice anymore.
Cautious steps broke the otherwise pleasant calm and approached the sleeping boy."How pretty he turned out!" said the stranger and brushed some strands of hair from Trunks' face. "As innocent as a baby!" the man mumbled and timidly stroked the sleeping man's cheek. "And how soft his skin is!" he stated with enthusiasm as he ran his fingers over the chest of the 17-year-old, "Wake up my prince!" he whispered soothingly in his ear and kissed him gently on the forehead
Slowly the boy's tired eyes opened and a hearty yawn escaped his mouth.
"Wake up my prince?" an unfamiliar voice whispered to him and made him tremble.
The half-saiyajin quickly jumped into the air and lingered there a few moments before he went into defense and slid to the floor. "Who are you?" Trunks asked him in a resolute voice and growled intimidatingly.
,,Hm? Didn't Ouji-sama tell you about me? "Inquired the man.
"Who should Ouji-sama be?And what do you want from me? "Came the hissing counter-question.
"Well, then, first of all, I'll introduce myself. I'm Broly, a Saiyajin!" he replied and grinned in the face of the now stunned Trunks.
"You ... you are a Saiyan? But why do you have purple hair?" Questions puzzled his head.
"Do you think my hair is that bad?" Broly wanted to know and took a big step towards the boy.
"Don't come too close to me!" shouted Trunks in an alert tone and took up fighting stance.
"Am I so undesirable?" The Saiyan looked down sadly and was about to leave, but Trunks stopped him ...
"Why are you here?" he called after him.
A loving smile appeared on the violet-haired man's face. "I am here to serve you and Ouji-sama and to apologize for my evil deeds!" answered the elder.
Trunks held his head in complete confusion, "How do I know you have good intentions?""
"I would never lie to you, Prince!" replied Broly and bowed respectfully. Trunks looked a little puzzled at the inclined Saiyajin, Um ... you don't need to bow because of me. "
"But my prince, I owe it to you and Ouji-sama, I will never disappoint you again! Please punish me!" Broly pleaded, staring inevitably into his blue eyes. Horror spread in the young body, why ... punish? I don't even know you yet! So why should I? "
"You're welcome!" the Saiyan pleaded and moved a step closer to the 17-year-old.
"I ... um ... stop!" he shouted to the kneeling and raised an arm threateningly.
Broly smiled uncertainly and looked ashamed at the floor, "If I'm too rude to you, you have to punish me!" Broly said decisively.
This knee-jerk reaction happened so quickly that even Trunks fell to the floor in shock. Broly squatted on the floor, whimpering, holding her right cheek.
"Broly ... I ... it ..."
"Not!" the Saiyajin stopped him and smiled lovingly in his face, you don't need to apologize, Prince, you are my lord and master and if you think it's right to punish me, that's right! "
"Why do you say that?" the half-Saiyajin asked him.
Broly smiled shyly and absently stroked her swollen cheek, "I've served my life, either it was for my father, Freezer or Vegeta." I am not used to it any other way! "He replied and earned a sympathetic smile." Don't be sad! "Said the older one and slid the last piece on the boy.
"Father ... he hit you?" disappointed, he looked into Broly’s eyes and saw how loneliness, fear and pain were reflected in them.
The Saiyan laughed in embarrassment and looked away sadly.
"Come home with me, you must be tired and hungry. I should have some boiled eggs and jam sandwiches left!" without the older one being able to reply, he dragged him into the air and flew with him across the continent.
Meanwhile Vegeta was so absorbed in his training that he didn't notice this well-known aura.
Trunks and Broly have been flying for 30 minutes without even looking at each other, let alone a word. "Here it is!" the half-Saiyajin called to him and landed.
Broly looked at the huge area in amazement and was immediately led into the house by Trunks.
"Father doesn't seem to have noticed us!" concluded the boy and led the man into the large living room. "Wait here!" briefly he disappeared from the room, only to arrive a little later with a huge tray full of bread and jam.
"Can I really?" Broly asked as a precaution and hesitantly grabbed a piece of bread.
"Sure!" replied Trunks and watched with a grin as the Saiyajin greedily stuffed himself one loaf after the other. Having eaten full, Broly patted his stomach and belched softly, "Oh sorry!" He apologized and bowed his head.
"No, Broly, you don't have to apologize all the time, that happens to me often too! And now come with me, I'll show you your room, then you can do what you want!"
Broly stared at the boy, a little overwhelmed.
"You can also come to my office if you want!"
"Of course, my prince, anything you want!" The elder made it clear by taking a few steps and memorizing every corner of the house. When Broly saw his room, his eyes shone with emotion. "I would not have expected such a large room! What did I deserve this for?" he asked himself aloud and crossed the room.
"I have to go back to the office now, you can come with me or stay here, both should be fine with me!" recited Trunks.
"No, wait, I'll come with you!" He allowed himself one last look before disappearing into his office with the boy.
All of a sudden the phone went into action. "Who can that be?" Trunks muttered and picked up the phone, "Trunks Briefs, Capsule Corp, what can I do for you?""
~ Hello Trunks, it's Goku, I just wanted to ask if you are okay! ~
"Of course Son-Goku, how did you come up with that? "
~ Maybe I was just wrong, I pinpointed Broly's aura very close to you, but it was probably just my imagination. Sorry that I bothered me, maybe I'll check back later this week! ~
“It's good!” Trunks said before saying goodbye and hanging up. Meanwhile, Broly had looked around the room a little and was looking at