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Fanfic: Game of patience 5
Subtitle: Mittagspause
Chapter: lunch break
Hi
So, I'm trying for the 3rd and last time now. * cook * * sizzle * It has already failed twice to upload this, but since I'm a patient person, I'll try again ...
Thank you, crucifix, for your dear commie. * cuddles * Without you I would probably not post any more here on this site, because the number of readers of this FF is not exactly high. * fg *
To the people who read here but do it anonymously: Maybe you can write me a PM and tell me how you like the story and what doesn't suit you. It's kind of depressing not to get any answers, because you don't even know whether it's worth posting any more. Would be nice.
So, then comes the next part.
With a bored movement of his foot, Vegeta pushed some remains aside. The severed heads looked at him with dead and empty eyes. A couple of hands protruded from the little pile; the bony fingers looked like rotten branches.Nappa hummed a silly song as he gutted the dead bodies and impaled them on sticks. Raditz tore branches from the trees and prepared a fire.
In a bad mood, Vegeta sank to the floor and scratched the brown floor with his boot. Again he let his disgruntled gaze wander to the other two.
He was sure that he wasn't the only one watching someone here. He looked slowly at the bushes on his left and tried to make out a person among the thick bushes.
Vegeta snorted contemptuously. That was probably the reinforcement. Unfortunately, they came too late, their conspecifics were already on the spit ...
The faint rustling confirmed his suspicions. He switched his scouter back on. Immediately a few numbers appeared on the monitor. A total of 9 people had to stay behind the bushes, if not more ..."25, 32, 19,"; he read aloud. Nappa stopped doing what he was doing. "Did you say something?"
"We have visitors. But don't worry, I'll take care of it."
`Two times 34, 12 and once even a combat strength of 48. There are no higher combat strengths,` Vegeta said to himself, this time in thought. No threat whatsoever. Not even close to a fighter who could be dangerous to him. Damn. He had hoped to be able to kill a decent opponent again soon, instead of always having to deal with worms!
Nappa had started humming again while Vegeta raised his hand and aimed at the trees. He heard a faint but excited murmur, then a few noises and finally the creatures that looked like the one Nappa was impaling shot out and rushed towards Vegeta with throaty noises.
As if he wanted to drive away a swarm of mosquitoes, he moved his hand briefly back and forth and immediately a few of the guys were torn from their feet.One of those who stayed still had time to strike before Vegeta tore his head off with a weak burst of energy. Another approached from the side, Vegeta threw dirt into his big eyes with his foot, got up, turned on his own axis and kicked hard. He dived under another blow and backed his elbow into the attacker's chest. Now only one of them was still alive. His big black eyes looked at Vegeta indecisively, his gnarled fingers clenched into fists and he stood there with a stooped posture, looked at his comrades in arms and then back at the Sayajin. Finally he tossed around and ran away.
When he was almost up to the bushes, Vegeta shot. The blast caught the alien jumping, pierced it, and finally dropped it stiffly into the bushes.
In an even worse mood than he had been before, he now looked at the dead bodies.Now there was just more dirt lying around here. Her death had given him no satisfaction; on the contrary. They weren't warriors, they were weak mates.
He turned away from the bushes, growling softly. He trotted up to the tall, bald Sayajin, who was still singing about his work, and sat down on a large tree trunk that Raditz had probably set up as a bench. Nappa just impaled the last one and placed it next to the others.
"So. There'll be food soon! Raditz, hurry up, otherwise I'll eat them raw!" He roared over his massive shoulder.
"I'll do it! I hope there is enough for everyone!" Came back from the thicket, followed by a loud crack and Raditz's angry, cursing voice.
Nappa stared at the skewers with great concentration. He moved his lips but said nothing. Then he squinted hard."There are 11 of them ... no, but ten," he finally called.
"What? How many?" Raditz stepped out of the bushes and examined his slightly bleeding hand. "Cut me. There are damn pointy parts in it,"; he complained.
"There are exactly 12, so 4 for each. And now hurry up!", Vegeta growled annoyed and caught Nappa's surprised look. "Vegeta, how do you know?" He wanted to know with wide eyes and Vegeta almost hit his forehead. Instead he just replied softly: "Magic ..."; and kindled the pile at her feet with a ray of ki.
Criticism and commies are always welcome.
see you soon
.K.
So, I'm trying for the 3rd and last time now. * cook * * sizzle * It has already failed twice to upload this, but since I'm a patient person, I'll try again ...
Thank you, crucifix, for your dear commie. * cuddles * Without you I would probably not post any more here on this site, because the number of readers of this FF is not exactly high. * fg *
To the people who read here but do it anonymously: Maybe you can write me a PM and tell me how you like the story and what doesn't suit you. It's kind of depressing not to get any answers, because you don't even know whether it's worth posting any more. Would be nice.
So, then comes the next part.
With a bored movement of his foot, Vegeta pushed some remains aside. The severed heads looked at him with dead and empty eyes. A couple of hands protruded from the little pile; the bony fingers looked like rotten branches.Nappa hummed a silly song as he gutted the dead bodies and impaled them on sticks. Raditz tore branches from the trees and prepared a fire.
In a bad mood, Vegeta sank to the floor and scratched the brown floor with his boot. Again he let his disgruntled gaze wander to the other two.
He was sure that he wasn't the only one watching someone here. He looked slowly at the bushes on his left and tried to make out a person among the thick bushes.
Vegeta snorted contemptuously. That was probably the reinforcement. Unfortunately, they came too late, their conspecifics were already on the spit ...
The faint rustling confirmed his suspicions. He switched his scouter back on. Immediately a few numbers appeared on the monitor. A total of 9 people had to stay behind the bushes, if not more ..."25, 32, 19,"; he read aloud. Nappa stopped doing what he was doing. "Did you say something?"
"We have visitors. But don't worry, I'll take care of it."
`Two times 34, 12 and once even a combat strength of 48. There are no higher combat strengths,` Vegeta said to himself, this time in thought. No threat whatsoever. Not even close to a fighter who could be dangerous to him. Damn. He had hoped to be able to kill a decent opponent again soon, instead of always having to deal with worms!
Nappa had started humming again while Vegeta raised his hand and aimed at the trees. He heard a faint but excited murmur, then a few noises and finally the creatures that looked like the one Nappa was impaling shot out and rushed towards Vegeta with throaty noises.
As if he wanted to drive away a swarm of mosquitoes, he moved his hand briefly back and forth and immediately a few of the guys were torn from their feet.One of those who stayed still had time to strike before Vegeta tore his head off with a weak burst of energy. Another approached from the side, Vegeta threw dirt into his big eyes with his foot, got up, turned on his own axis and kicked hard. He dived under another blow and backed his elbow into the attacker's chest. Now only one of them was still alive. His big black eyes looked at Vegeta indecisively, his gnarled fingers clenched into fists and he stood there with a stooped posture, looked at his comrades in arms and then back at the Sayajin. Finally he tossed around and ran away.
When he was almost up to the bushes, Vegeta shot. The blast caught the alien jumping, pierced it, and finally dropped it stiffly into the bushes.
In an even worse mood than he had been before, he now looked at the dead bodies.Now there was just more dirt lying around here. Her death had given him no satisfaction; on the contrary. They weren't warriors, they were weak mates.
He turned away from the bushes, growling softly. He trotted up to the tall, bald Sayajin, who was still singing about his work, and sat down on a large tree trunk that Raditz had probably set up as a bench. Nappa just impaled the last one and placed it next to the others.
"So. There'll be food soon! Raditz, hurry up, otherwise I'll eat them raw!" He roared over his massive shoulder.
"I'll do it! I hope there is enough for everyone!" Came back from the thicket, followed by a loud crack and Raditz's angry, cursing voice.
Nappa stared at the skewers with great concentration. He moved his lips but said nothing. Then he squinted hard."There are 11 of them ... no, but ten," he finally called.
"What? How many?" Raditz stepped out of the bushes and examined his slightly bleeding hand. "Cut me. There are damn pointy parts in it,"; he complained.
"There are exactly 12, so 4 for each. And now hurry up!", Vegeta growled annoyed and caught Nappa's surprised look. "Vegeta, how do you know?" He wanted to know with wide eyes and Vegeta almost hit his forehead. Instead he just replied softly: "Magic ..."; and kindled the pile at her feet with a ray of ki.
Criticism and commies are always welcome.
see you soon
.K.