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Fanfic: Begegnungen des Schicksals #19
Chapter: Encounters of Fate # 19
E-mail: MajinSakuko @ sms. at
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crossover
A / N: Lemon intended
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19th part
"So you're Dawn's father," Bulma repeated thoughtfully. *And? What was so unusual about that? Was he impotent? *
Giles nodded and Bulma decided not to ask any further. "Can you ..."
"We can be on good terms, right?" Interjected the turquoise-haired scientist.
Everyone agreed, so Giles went on: "Can ... you help us?"
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
~ What? ~ Vegeta was a little upset at the disturbance. Was it no longer possible to exercise in peace? He completely ignored the fact that he was actually just sitting on the floor and recovering from his condition as a Super Saiyan.
~ We have visitors here from another dimension and they want to ask Shenlong to bring their mother back to life. ~
~ And? ~ It sounded a bit too unfriendly, even though he didn't really want to react that way. He had every reason to be boundlessly happy because he had finally crossed the line, but then he stumbled back again ... ~ What does that have to do with me?~
~ Oh, Vegeta! Don't act so stupid! I wanted to ask you to collect the Dragon Balls ... you can do it so quickly, right? ~ Of course Bulma knew how to formulate the sentences to get the Saiyan to do the things she wanted.
Vegeta thought for a moment and then decided to look for the balls one more time. After all, he really needed a break and the short distraction would certainly do him good too.
~ What do you mean, Vegeta? It's so sad that her mother is dead ... ~
~ As far as I'm concerned ~, he said back and at the same time stepped into the living room, drawing attention to himself. "Four months ago we had a wish, so the dragon balls are intact again. I'll have them in half an hour."
"Thanks, Vegeta ..."
Equipped with the dragon radar and a bag, the Saiyan set off to collect the golden balls again.
Buffy frowned. Who was that? He seemed very strong, yet he didn't look like a vampire.Had he overheard their conversation? And why had Bulma stared into the fool's box for a few minutes?
"What are dragon balls?" Dawn asked her hostess.
"There are seven Dragon Balls, with them you can summon Shenlong."
"So it doesn't always exist?" Asked Giles curiously. "We ... we actually thought the dragon was a real living being."
Bulma smiled slightly and explained Shenlong to the three of them.
Vegeta was back in twenty minutes, just in time for lunch. Mrs. Briefs spoiled her guests, even if they put up with it, it was evident from them that they would have preferred to express their wish to Shenlong. But even Buffy wasn't that rude after all.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
“What are your wishes? You still have two free!” The earth literally trembled under the thunderous voice of the Holy Dragon.
"Come on," Bulma encouraged Giles. "Come on, Shenlong won't wait forever."
But the former guard could only stare with his mouth open, like Dawn, they had never seen anything so gigantic.
"No, wait a minute," Bulma cut off Buffy, who was just about to begin. “I have a question: Did Giles tell the truth about Joyce Summers?” Turning to the Sunnydalers, she added, “You understand I need confirmation, don't you?”
“It was the truth.” Shenlong's eyes had lit up briefly. "What is the second wish?"
"Um ..." Buffy cleared her throat quickly. “Please bring our mother back to life, great Shenlong!” The mighty appearance had demanded respect from even the otherwise unimpressive slayer.
The Holy Dragon's eyes literally glowed for seconds. "This wish was also granted."
Dawn looked around but couldn't see Joyce anywhere. "Where ... where is she?"
"You are always resurrected where you died," explained Bulma.
"Aha ..." Giles undid two buttons on his shirt as he was getting quite warm. "Then the spell is about to expire ... Bye and thanks for your help, Bulma!"
Shenlong radiated and split into seven spheres that flew in all directions.
Dawn waved quickly and Buffy let herself be carried away to nod as the three visitors left Bulma's world and traveled back to Sunnydale.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
The half hour 'break' had done him good. And after he had recharged his reserves of strength with lunch, Vegeta felt ready to try the Super Saiyan one more time. He concentrated all his energy, bundled every ounce and finally he succeeded. Vegeta stood very calmly in the middle of the GR. His hands were clenched in fists, his brow furrowed in concentration. What an unbelievable, yes, downright creepy feeling! The energy flowed in streams through the Saiyan's body, his aura literally sprayed sparks and even the GR did not remain unaffected.He slowly began to tremble, so that Vegeta almost feared he would explode. But the prince couldn't stand it for a long time at the SSJ level anyway, the energy consumption was still too high. Now it was time to learn to master the Super Saiyan.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It wasn't easy, but it was manageable to come to terms with it. Bulma had never met herself as a woman of prejudice, but she had to admit that it was a cliché that couples who wanted to be happy had to love each other. From now on she would never rush to form an opinion again.
She and Vegeta had a lot of fun together, whether in bed or in one of their frequent skirmishes was actually irrelevant. The point was simply that she could never have imagined a life without love. That was one of the reasons she'd stuck with Yamcha for so long. But life with Vegeta was just ... different.
Bulma sighed and focused back on her screen.The time dilation project had been completed some time ago, unfortunately with no progress in the field of time travel. The file was shelved and the young scientist devoted herself to new tasks, of which the C.C. gave massively. A number of projects were in the queue, such as the supersonic glider, the concept of which had largely been developed, but which still needed a few technical refinements in order to really break the sound barrier.
Bulma, absorbed in her work, hardly noticed how time passed. But when it got too gloomy to decipher the notes on her pad without additional light source, she realized that it was probably time for dinner.
After all the data was saved, she hurried into the kitchen to heat the meal in the microwave. Her mother had already pre-cooked for the weekend with wise foresight, probably speculating that Bulma would not have enough time to do it anyway.So she and Vegeta were well looked after during their parents' absence.
"Luckily!", The Saiyajin's dark voice rang out from the door as if on cue. "I've already enjoyed the dubious pleasure of your cooking skills and only barely survived ..."
Bulma spun around in shock, a hand pressed comfortingly to her chest. "Do you always have to sneak up like that? And stop reading my mind!"
"I didn't," Vegeta replied calmly and sat down at the table. "You sent me the thoughts."
"Oh, shut up," hissed Bulma and brought the finished meal to the set table, "and just eat!" She sat down and began to eat her own meal.
Vegeta grinned and turned to his loaded plate. ~ Don't be bitchy. ~
~ I'm not BITCHY! ~, she said promptly and shot a warning look in the direction of the Saiyajin, but as usual they softened his eyes and she sighed."How was the training?"
"Good," was his monosyllabic answer. Still, Bulma understood. So he had made progress. Maybe she would reward him tonight ...
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Of course we have to take advantage of that when my parents are away for the weekend." Bulma grinned mischievously at Vegeta, turned around briefly and activated the whirlpool so that the freely laid out bathtub was permeated with tingling air bubbles. Her own bathroom wasn't small - even the shower was big enough for two - but a bathtub was something else entirely. The tingling sensation on the skin and the heat from the steaming water put the two in the right mood.
"Mhm ..." It was just too far away for him, so the Saiyajin pulled his little genius onto his lap. Her comforting gasp hit his chin before their lips met. Bulma's one hand rested on Vegeta's chest while the other played with his hairline over the nape of his neck.Unexpectedly, she broke the kiss, pressed her lips briefly to her mate's forehead. "I'll be right back ...", she mumbled, got up from the bathtub, wrapped a fluffy sauna towel around her body and left the bathroom tapping, leaving a damp trail.
~ What are you doing? ~, Vegeta wanted to know sullenly, who was now alone in the bathroom, only the memory of Bulma's naked body, from which the glittering drops of water had pearled off when she got up, kept him upright.
~ You will see in a moment. ~
The Saiyajin leaned back, grumbling quietly, and crossed his arms in front of his[MS: bare * roaarrr *]chest. But as soon as his back touched the bare edge of the bathtub, Bulma was there again, balancing a tray so that Vegeta couldn't see what she was carrying with it.
"Curious?", She smirked and put the tray on a low stool that stood around in the bathroom for books and the like.A glass clinked softly against a bottle and a small, red fruit tumbled from the bulging bowl onto the tray. After Bulma took off the towel again[MS: Um ... GRR! For all male readers ...], she stepped into the hot water again and knelt over Vegeta's lap. "Sweet or sparkling? You still have the choice ..."
"Sparkling," he said after looking at the tray.
Bulma smiled and reached for the champagne bottle, uncorked it, and
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crossover
A / N: Lemon intended
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19th part
"So you're Dawn's father," Bulma repeated thoughtfully. *And? What was so unusual about that? Was he impotent? *
Giles nodded and Bulma decided not to ask any further. "Can you ..."
"We can be on good terms, right?" Interjected the turquoise-haired scientist.
Everyone agreed, so Giles went on: "Can ... you help us?"
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
~ What? ~ Vegeta was a little upset at the disturbance. Was it no longer possible to exercise in peace? He completely ignored the fact that he was actually just sitting on the floor and recovering from his condition as a Super Saiyan.
~ We have visitors here from another dimension and they want to ask Shenlong to bring their mother back to life. ~
~ And? ~ It sounded a bit too unfriendly, even though he didn't really want to react that way. He had every reason to be boundlessly happy because he had finally crossed the line, but then he stumbled back again ... ~ What does that have to do with me?~
~ Oh, Vegeta! Don't act so stupid! I wanted to ask you to collect the Dragon Balls ... you can do it so quickly, right? ~ Of course Bulma knew how to formulate the sentences to get the Saiyan to do the things she wanted.
Vegeta thought for a moment and then decided to look for the balls one more time. After all, he really needed a break and the short distraction would certainly do him good too.
~ What do you mean, Vegeta? It's so sad that her mother is dead ... ~
~ As far as I'm concerned ~, he said back and at the same time stepped into the living room, drawing attention to himself. "Four months ago we had a wish, so the dragon balls are intact again. I'll have them in half an hour."
"Thanks, Vegeta ..."
Equipped with the dragon radar and a bag, the Saiyan set off to collect the golden balls again.
Buffy frowned. Who was that? He seemed very strong, yet he didn't look like a vampire.Had he overheard their conversation? And why had Bulma stared into the fool's box for a few minutes?
"What are dragon balls?" Dawn asked her hostess.
"There are seven Dragon Balls, with them you can summon Shenlong."
"So it doesn't always exist?" Asked Giles curiously. "We ... we actually thought the dragon was a real living being."
Bulma smiled slightly and explained Shenlong to the three of them.
Vegeta was back in twenty minutes, just in time for lunch. Mrs. Briefs spoiled her guests, even if they put up with it, it was evident from them that they would have preferred to express their wish to Shenlong. But even Buffy wasn't that rude after all.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
“What are your wishes? You still have two free!” The earth literally trembled under the thunderous voice of the Holy Dragon.
"Come on," Bulma encouraged Giles. "Come on, Shenlong won't wait forever."
But the former guard could only stare with his mouth open, like Dawn, they had never seen anything so gigantic.
"No, wait a minute," Bulma cut off Buffy, who was just about to begin. “I have a question: Did Giles tell the truth about Joyce Summers?” Turning to the Sunnydalers, she added, “You understand I need confirmation, don't you?”
“It was the truth.” Shenlong's eyes had lit up briefly. "What is the second wish?"
"Um ..." Buffy cleared her throat quickly. “Please bring our mother back to life, great Shenlong!” The mighty appearance had demanded respect from even the otherwise unimpressive slayer.
The Holy Dragon's eyes literally glowed for seconds. "This wish was also granted."
Dawn looked around but couldn't see Joyce anywhere. "Where ... where is she?"
"You are always resurrected where you died," explained Bulma.
"Aha ..." Giles undid two buttons on his shirt as he was getting quite warm. "Then the spell is about to expire ... Bye and thanks for your help, Bulma!"
Shenlong radiated and split into seven spheres that flew in all directions.
Dawn waved quickly and Buffy let herself be carried away to nod as the three visitors left Bulma's world and traveled back to Sunnydale.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
The half hour 'break' had done him good. And after he had recharged his reserves of strength with lunch, Vegeta felt ready to try the Super Saiyan one more time. He concentrated all his energy, bundled every ounce and finally he succeeded. Vegeta stood very calmly in the middle of the GR. His hands were clenched in fists, his brow furrowed in concentration. What an unbelievable, yes, downright creepy feeling! The energy flowed in streams through the Saiyan's body, his aura literally sprayed sparks and even the GR did not remain unaffected.He slowly began to tremble, so that Vegeta almost feared he would explode. But the prince couldn't stand it for a long time at the SSJ level anyway, the energy consumption was still too high. Now it was time to learn to master the Super Saiyan.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It wasn't easy, but it was manageable to come to terms with it. Bulma had never met herself as a woman of prejudice, but she had to admit that it was a cliché that couples who wanted to be happy had to love each other. From now on she would never rush to form an opinion again.
She and Vegeta had a lot of fun together, whether in bed or in one of their frequent skirmishes was actually irrelevant. The point was simply that she could never have imagined a life without love. That was one of the reasons she'd stuck with Yamcha for so long. But life with Vegeta was just ... different.
Bulma sighed and focused back on her screen.The time dilation project had been completed some time ago, unfortunately with no progress in the field of time travel. The file was shelved and the young scientist devoted herself to new tasks, of which the C.C. gave massively. A number of projects were in the queue, such as the supersonic glider, the concept of which had largely been developed, but which still needed a few technical refinements in order to really break the sound barrier.
Bulma, absorbed in her work, hardly noticed how time passed. But when it got too gloomy to decipher the notes on her pad without additional light source, she realized that it was probably time for dinner.
After all the data was saved, she hurried into the kitchen to heat the meal in the microwave. Her mother had already pre-cooked for the weekend with wise foresight, probably speculating that Bulma would not have enough time to do it anyway.So she and Vegeta were well looked after during their parents' absence.
"Luckily!", The Saiyajin's dark voice rang out from the door as if on cue. "I've already enjoyed the dubious pleasure of your cooking skills and only barely survived ..."
Bulma spun around in shock, a hand pressed comfortingly to her chest. "Do you always have to sneak up like that? And stop reading my mind!"
"I didn't," Vegeta replied calmly and sat down at the table. "You sent me the thoughts."
"Oh, shut up," hissed Bulma and brought the finished meal to the set table, "and just eat!" She sat down and began to eat her own meal.
Vegeta grinned and turned to his loaded plate. ~ Don't be bitchy. ~
~ I'm not BITCHY! ~, she said promptly and shot a warning look in the direction of the Saiyajin, but as usual they softened his eyes and she sighed."How was the training?"
"Good," was his monosyllabic answer. Still, Bulma understood. So he had made progress. Maybe she would reward him tonight ...
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Of course we have to take advantage of that when my parents are away for the weekend." Bulma grinned mischievously at Vegeta, turned around briefly and activated the whirlpool so that the freely laid out bathtub was permeated with tingling air bubbles. Her own bathroom wasn't small - even the shower was big enough for two - but a bathtub was something else entirely. The tingling sensation on the skin and the heat from the steaming water put the two in the right mood.
"Mhm ..." It was just too far away for him, so the Saiyajin pulled his little genius onto his lap. Her comforting gasp hit his chin before their lips met. Bulma's one hand rested on Vegeta's chest while the other played with his hairline over the nape of his neck.Unexpectedly, she broke the kiss, pressed her lips briefly to her mate's forehead. "I'll be right back ...", she mumbled, got up from the bathtub, wrapped a fluffy sauna towel around her body and left the bathroom tapping, leaving a damp trail.
~ What are you doing? ~, Vegeta wanted to know sullenly, who was now alone in the bathroom, only the memory of Bulma's naked body, from which the glittering drops of water had pearled off when she got up, kept him upright.
~ You will see in a moment. ~
The Saiyajin leaned back, grumbling quietly, and crossed his arms in front of his[MS: bare * roaarrr *]chest. But as soon as his back touched the bare edge of the bathtub, Bulma was there again, balancing a tray so that Vegeta couldn't see what she was carrying with it.
"Curious?", She smirked and put the tray on a low stool that stood around in the bathroom for books and the like.A glass clinked softly against a bottle and a small, red fruit tumbled from the bulging bowl onto the tray. After Bulma took off the towel again[MS: Um ... GRR! For all male readers ...], she stepped into the hot water again and knelt over Vegeta's lap. "Sweet or sparkling? You still have the choice ..."
"Sparkling," he said after looking at the tray.
Bulma smiled and reached for the champagne bottle, uncorked it, and