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Fanfic: Begegnungen des Schicksals #21
Chapter: Encounters of Fate # 21
Genre: Crossover
E-mail: MajinSakuko @ yahoo. de
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21st part
Night had already fallen and shrouded the C.C. estate in deep darkness. Dark shadows danced across the lawn, but did not arouse much interest in the boy, who was quietly and secretly observing the large, illuminated ball in the garden. Shinichi watched the man inside this sphere, who could only be made out as a shadow, and wondered silently who it was.[BI: And how the man got into the ball. ]Or was it just an illusion? After all, no one on earth could move that fast. The little detective sighed silently and took the glass of water that was on the desk, next to the laptop - the guest rooms were fully equipped - and took a sip. When he looked up again, the light from the capsule had gone out, but the rear garden lighting had come on and bathed the now two (thanks to the constant rain: wet) people in bright light.
Shinichi leaned a little closer to the window, but they were just too far away, he could never hear what they were saying. * Maybe the professor can invent a pair of super hearing aids for me, * he noted in his mind. At least he could read lips so that he could hear at least half of the conversation, Bulma's half. He could imagine the second part.
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"Oh, are you coming out of the GR after all ?!"
"You know exactly ...", Vegeta wanted to play his usual record, but Bulma interrupted: "Cyborgs, training, otherwise death", she hissed. "Yes, yes! But we have another problem now. A much bigger one, damn it!" A muscle on Vegeta's cheek twitched imperceptibly as he endured Bulma's tirade. "My mother keeps making weird hints, ambiguous looks ... My God, Vegeta, she knows!"
Vegeta's eyebrows drew closer together. "You mean ... about us?"
"What else ?! This is total catastrophe! What if she passes it on or blurts it out ?! Unthinkable ..."
"Don't get so upset!", Vegeta interrupted the never-ending flow of words. Secretly it gave him a little stab. Even if he'd agreed to the whole secrecy thing, she didn't have to pretend it was the end of the world that he was 'with' her. Or was it just that no one should know that she was with him? "What's the matter?" He asked provocatively, while Bulma could only gasp in disbelief. "Let her tell it around. I don't care ... So it's not WE> but YOU have a problem!"
"Well ... well wait," threatened the scientist. “You will regret that!” Then he would still see what he got out of it.
Vegeta found it hard to hold back a grin as his mate stormed off with her nose in the air.What should she be doing great? No bed for a week? With this 'punishment' she only cut herself into her own flesh.
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Shinichi stumbled a few steps back into the center of the room, trembling slightly. * Nobody noticed me *, he assured himself. But what did he just notice?
What were cyborgs? And what was IT that her parents found out? Was that also about these cyborgs? What did it all have with this black-haired muscle guy[BI: This black-haired, muscle-packed, handsome, fashionable Mister Bombastic. ]to do? And how did he react to Bulma's statement that she had to threaten him so obviously? Apparently she was much weaker than him. What weapon could she use against him? Maybe these cyborgs? Wasn't Bulma the scientist she pretended to be? Could these cyborgs be killing machines she designed herself?
Shinichi had a feeling that he was on to something very big.
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It slid silently and effortlessly through the ether, giggling silently. Oh, how much fun it was! And nobody noticed. HE would be pleased. That little fool was the perfect victim for him. So much vulnerability, so much suffering, so much doubt that gnawed at his soul. It was easy.
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Bulma was torn. Could it be ... Was it really possible ...? Of course it was possible. There had already been tons of indications before: Tensing certain parts of the body, extreme outbursts of emotions (which could not be explained in the usual way), missing the period (which she had initially attributed to stress) and forgetting the pill was probably also an important one Indicator.
With intertwined fingers that couldn't shake more vigorously with excitement, Bulma crouched on the edge of the bathtub and watched the stopwatch tick.What would happen to them when the time was up? Would she have her suspicion confirmed, or would it all turn out to be a cruel game of fate? Both options would cause pain. If she were actually pregnant, she would have to explain herself to Vegeta and how he reacted was written in the stars ... But if all the excitement had been for nothing, then everything would just stick to her ...
The beeping of the stopwatch tore the scientist from her thoughts, for which she was immensely grateful.
Reluctantly, she picked up the pregnancy test strip, quietly counted to three, and then looked at the result with bated breath.
She still wasn't allowed to breathe out, because now everything was just beginning.
The test was positive.
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Something was wrong. Vegeta could feel that since last day ... Since those strange characters were with them. Was it you who radiated this negative aura?The Saiyan doubted that, but there was still the possibility that the three had unknowingly brought something with them. A Trojan horse?
He would be even more attentive in the following days and eliminate this opponent who dared to get so close to the Saiyajin no Ouji. Would definitely be a nice addition to his workout.
As he freed his face from the sweat that had formed in large quantities, he suddenly thought of Bulma. She would not hold out this 'punishment' much longer. Even on the first day / night she was about to come into his room. He had felt her aura in the hallway, as she wandered back and forth in front of his room door, but finally decided on her own bed. Around one o'clock in the morning.
Of course Vegeta would have liked to have her with her too, but she deserved a little punishment for the way she talked to him. And the good thing about it was, Bulma couldn't twist it, because officially it was he who was punished with it.
Oh yes, sometimes life was wonderful ...
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"I don't feel like it!"
"Have you forgotten it again, Marron?" Fynn reprimanded, waving his index finger in front of her friend's face. "You are the rebirth of ..."
"'Jeanne d`Arc and only you can free the world from the evil demons," "Marron mimicked. "Yeah, I know. It's just ... I ..."
"We don't have time for your moaning! Or do you want Sindbad to get ahead of us again?"
"Of course not!" Marron replied, horrified. How could her best friend think of her like that? "Come on, Fynn."
Some strange contortions[BI: These are not contortions, but a ceremonial "dance", is that clear? ]and a complete change in appearance later, Marron aka Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne was ready to banish evil in the name of the Lord. She was enthusiastic about going to work ... before Fynn told her WHERE she felt the negative energy.
“In the western capital ?!” Marron's voice sounded a little shrill. "How are we supposed to get there so quickly?"
"It's easy," Fynn explained calmly. "A team that also fights against evil - but in a different form - has a technique that we borrow today." At the last meeting of the Shoujo Senshi advisors, the little angel made the acquaintance of the moon cat Luna, who willingly shared information with her. The 'Sailor Teletransport' could certainly be useful to them more often.[BI: Yes, yes. Perfectly linked, I have to say! ]
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"Simply fantastic", enthused Kogoro exuberantly and almost sank into the oversized flat screen TV, on which pictures of the sea were flickering. "It's almost like we're really on the beach ..."
"Paps ...", Ran mumbled softly. Why couldn't her father even behave? After all, they were guests here, not the hosts.She slowly shook her head when she realized that she couldn't see Conan anywhere. Where did he go now? The fact that it was pouring out of buckets outside didn't mean that finding the little rascal inside the house would be easier. Before Ran could really panic, the door slid open into the huge living room and the rascal just mentioned appeared on the threshold.
"Phew," he breathed a sigh of relief. “I was afraid I won't find my way back.” Well, the house was big, but not that big either. Of course he wasn't lost! A little looking around couldn't hurt and so he had found the laboratory in which Bulma had stowed the helicopter-like vehicle. If he stole out of the room that night and opened the door to the laboratory, then he could concentrate on the aircraft in peace.
"Come here, Conan", Ran called him to himself. "Shall we play a little DKT?"[BI: NO!Ran has turned into a monster: JM * !!! PS: Who is still playing DKT these days? ]-[MS: * JM's real name has been censored by the author. And to come back to BI's question: Not me, but Monopoly sounded so chewed. ]
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Bulma's mother devotedly took care of her guests, lovingly nursed them up - she hadn't quite noticed that the three hadn't even gotten really wet. She also tried to entertain them as best she could. She couldn't offer much, of course, as the streets were closed thanks to the violent thunderstorm and even leaving the house was dangerous, but the C.C. was up to date with entertainment technology.
Even the scientist, who was actually employed around the clock, showed up from time to time.
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The creak
E-mail: MajinSakuko @ yahoo. de
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21st part
Night had already fallen and shrouded the C.C. estate in deep darkness. Dark shadows danced across the lawn, but did not arouse much interest in the boy, who was quietly and secretly observing the large, illuminated ball in the garden. Shinichi watched the man inside this sphere, who could only be made out as a shadow, and wondered silently who it was.[BI: And how the man got into the ball. ]Or was it just an illusion? After all, no one on earth could move that fast. The little detective sighed silently and took the glass of water that was on the desk, next to the laptop - the guest rooms were fully equipped - and took a sip. When he looked up again, the light from the capsule had gone out, but the rear garden lighting had come on and bathed the now two (thanks to the constant rain: wet) people in bright light.
Shinichi leaned a little closer to the window, but they were just too far away, he could never hear what they were saying. * Maybe the professor can invent a pair of super hearing aids for me, * he noted in his mind. At least he could read lips so that he could hear at least half of the conversation, Bulma's half. He could imagine the second part.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Oh, are you coming out of the GR after all ?!"
"You know exactly ...", Vegeta wanted to play his usual record, but Bulma interrupted: "Cyborgs, training, otherwise death", she hissed. "Yes, yes! But we have another problem now. A much bigger one, damn it!" A muscle on Vegeta's cheek twitched imperceptibly as he endured Bulma's tirade. "My mother keeps making weird hints, ambiguous looks ... My God, Vegeta, she knows!"
Vegeta's eyebrows drew closer together. "You mean ... about us?"
"What else ?! This is total catastrophe! What if she passes it on or blurts it out ?! Unthinkable ..."
"Don't get so upset!", Vegeta interrupted the never-ending flow of words. Secretly it gave him a little stab. Even if he'd agreed to the whole secrecy thing, she didn't have to pretend it was the end of the world that he was 'with' her. Or was it just that no one should know that she was with him? "What's the matter?" He asked provocatively, while Bulma could only gasp in disbelief. "Let her tell it around. I don't care ... So it's not WE> but YOU have a problem!"
"Well ... well wait," threatened the scientist. “You will regret that!” Then he would still see what he got out of it.
Vegeta found it hard to hold back a grin as his mate stormed off with her nose in the air.What should she be doing great? No bed for a week? With this 'punishment' she only cut herself into her own flesh.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Shinichi stumbled a few steps back into the center of the room, trembling slightly. * Nobody noticed me *, he assured himself. But what did he just notice?
What were cyborgs? And what was IT that her parents found out? Was that also about these cyborgs? What did it all have with this black-haired muscle guy[BI: This black-haired, muscle-packed, handsome, fashionable Mister Bombastic. ]to do? And how did he react to Bulma's statement that she had to threaten him so obviously? Apparently she was much weaker than him. What weapon could she use against him? Maybe these cyborgs? Wasn't Bulma the scientist she pretended to be? Could these cyborgs be killing machines she designed herself?
Shinichi had a feeling that he was on to something very big.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
It slid silently and effortlessly through the ether, giggling silently. Oh, how much fun it was! And nobody noticed. HE would be pleased. That little fool was the perfect victim for him. So much vulnerability, so much suffering, so much doubt that gnawed at his soul. It was easy.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Bulma was torn. Could it be ... Was it really possible ...? Of course it was possible. There had already been tons of indications before: Tensing certain parts of the body, extreme outbursts of emotions (which could not be explained in the usual way), missing the period (which she had initially attributed to stress) and forgetting the pill was probably also an important one Indicator.
With intertwined fingers that couldn't shake more vigorously with excitement, Bulma crouched on the edge of the bathtub and watched the stopwatch tick.What would happen to them when the time was up? Would she have her suspicion confirmed, or would it all turn out to be a cruel game of fate? Both options would cause pain. If she were actually pregnant, she would have to explain herself to Vegeta and how he reacted was written in the stars ... But if all the excitement had been for nothing, then everything would just stick to her ...
The beeping of the stopwatch tore the scientist from her thoughts, for which she was immensely grateful.
Reluctantly, she picked up the pregnancy test strip, quietly counted to three, and then looked at the result with bated breath.
She still wasn't allowed to breathe out, because now everything was just beginning.
The test was positive.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Something was wrong. Vegeta could feel that since last day ... Since those strange characters were with them. Was it you who radiated this negative aura?The Saiyan doubted that, but there was still the possibility that the three had unknowingly brought something with them. A Trojan horse?
He would be even more attentive in the following days and eliminate this opponent who dared to get so close to the Saiyajin no Ouji. Would definitely be a nice addition to his workout.
As he freed his face from the sweat that had formed in large quantities, he suddenly thought of Bulma. She would not hold out this 'punishment' much longer. Even on the first day / night she was about to come into his room. He had felt her aura in the hallway, as she wandered back and forth in front of his room door, but finally decided on her own bed. Around one o'clock in the morning.
Of course Vegeta would have liked to have her with her too, but she deserved a little punishment for the way she talked to him. And the good thing about it was, Bulma couldn't twist it, because officially it was he who was punished with it.
Oh yes, sometimes life was wonderful ...
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"I don't feel like it!"
"Have you forgotten it again, Marron?" Fynn reprimanded, waving his index finger in front of her friend's face. "You are the rebirth of ..."
"'Jeanne d`Arc and only you can free the world from the evil demons," "Marron mimicked. "Yeah, I know. It's just ... I ..."
"We don't have time for your moaning! Or do you want Sindbad to get ahead of us again?"
"Of course not!" Marron replied, horrified. How could her best friend think of her like that? "Come on, Fynn."
Some strange contortions[BI: These are not contortions, but a ceremonial "dance", is that clear? ]and a complete change in appearance later, Marron aka Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne was ready to banish evil in the name of the Lord. She was enthusiastic about going to work ... before Fynn told her WHERE she felt the negative energy.
“In the western capital ?!” Marron's voice sounded a little shrill. "How are we supposed to get there so quickly?"
"It's easy," Fynn explained calmly. "A team that also fights against evil - but in a different form - has a technique that we borrow today." At the last meeting of the Shoujo Senshi advisors, the little angel made the acquaintance of the moon cat Luna, who willingly shared information with her. The 'Sailor Teletransport' could certainly be useful to them more often.[BI: Yes, yes. Perfectly linked, I have to say! ]
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
"Simply fantastic", enthused Kogoro exuberantly and almost sank into the oversized flat screen TV, on which pictures of the sea were flickering. "It's almost like we're really on the beach ..."
"Paps ...", Ran mumbled softly. Why couldn't her father even behave? After all, they were guests here, not the hosts.She slowly shook her head when she realized that she couldn't see Conan anywhere. Where did he go now? The fact that it was pouring out of buckets outside didn't mean that finding the little rascal inside the house would be easier. Before Ran could really panic, the door slid open into the huge living room and the rascal just mentioned appeared on the threshold.
"Phew," he breathed a sigh of relief. “I was afraid I won't find my way back.” Well, the house was big, but not that big either. Of course he wasn't lost! A little looking around couldn't hurt and so he had found the laboratory in which Bulma had stowed the helicopter-like vehicle. If he stole out of the room that night and opened the door to the laboratory, then he could concentrate on the aircraft in peace.
"Come here, Conan", Ran called him to himself. "Shall we play a little DKT?"[BI: NO!Ran has turned into a monster: JM * !!! PS: Who is still playing DKT these days? ]-[MS: * JM's real name has been censored by the author. And to come back to BI's question: Not me, but Monopoly sounded so chewed. ]
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
Bulma's mother devotedly took care of her guests, lovingly nursed them up - she hadn't quite noticed that the three hadn't even gotten really wet. She also tried to entertain them as best she could. She couldn't offer much, of course, as the streets were closed thanks to the violent thunderstorm and even leaving the house was dangerous, but the C.C. was up to date with entertainment technology.
Even the scientist, who was actually employed around the clock, showed up from time to time.
* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *
The creak