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Since it was so late yesterday I decided to type the last part (yes, I know that I said * gg *) until today.
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Unfortunately I deleted the first and the second part and can't get it back, but I'll just rewrite it! (But can take 1-2 weeks)
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But I would still be interested in your opinion about my story (even if very few people know what it is about!)
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So I'll just start .........
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Ryce staggered backwards and dropped rudely to the ground on the bank. Bulma had done a great job. She had sent this pushy girl to the mat with a hard blow on the back of her head. “AUUUUUA!” Ryce held his head. She had fried the old box one over with the fucking pan. "Hey, tell me you're still okay?" Ryce roared, glaring angrily at Bulma. "Those who refuse to follow rules shall feel the consequences!"Bulma grinned and crossed her arms with the pan in her hand. Ryce slowly tried to get up again. So the punch hadn't achieved the desired impact. Ryce would be walking towards Bulma with one of her darkest looks let me tell you something about a quirk like you! I do what I want and when I want! "Ryce stamped his foot. Her roar had woken the sleeping birds, which were now fluttering like crazy through the moonlit night. Bulma smiled darkly and showed her the middle finger:" Oh yes !? But are you listening to my pan !? How about she would definitely like to give you something on the bleached turnip again! "Bulma gave her a super friendly smile and just wanted to fry her one more with the pan.
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Son-goku just stood there and watched the two arguing chickens from the lake. But he only understood fragments of her roar ......... bitch ........... old cow ............ Bikini Flitchen ..... . to name just a few.<br />
They argued more and more violently. Now it was enough for Son-goku * If they keep shouting like that, they'll wake Son-gohan. * He thought and intervened courageously in the action (he shouldn't have done that!) Son-goku was now standing right between the fronts. He tried to calm both of them: "Now it's over. That works ......................"
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"You stay out of there!" both interrupted him. Ryce hacked into Son-goku to provoke Bulma even more.
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“Stay away from Kakarott!” Called a male voice from the undergrowth. Ryce turned nervously. Who had just called her there? There was a man standing in the trees. He was not recognizable because he had pulled his hat low over his face. But you could tell his stature. Ryce read from Son-goku. She liked this guy standing there between the trees much better. She put on her * I tried to kiss you * look again and approached the mysterious stranger. He was unimpressed and pulled his hat further over his face.He turned and walked away without saying another word. Ryce's eyes began to shine and she shouted: "Hey wait a minute!" With a monkey tooth she ran after the stranger and disappeared behind the numerous trees.
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Bulma and Son-goku looked at each other in amazement. They knew this voice very well but could not believe that it was actually supposed to be this person.
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"Uh ......... well then I'll trap myself again." Son-goku yawned and scratched his head. Bulma nodded in agreement and trudged after him, still a little excited (no, not what you mean ...).
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The night was over pretty quickly.
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“Now hurry up!” Bulma complained and looked at her watch. “Come on!” Son-gohan crawled out of the tent sleepily. He ran to the lake to wash himself and got ready to leave. His father was already waiting for his son in the glider."You papa, I think it's a shame that we could only go on vacation for one day!" Said Gohan and looked at his father, who was sitting next to Bulma on the front seat and eating the leftover fish from dinner. "You know your mother, she just wants you to come home and lean!" Son-goku smiled and stroked his son's dark hair lovingly. Bulma looked in the rearview mirror. So she was right in her assumption that she knew that voice. The stranger with the hat was leaning against a tree. She smiled and hit the gas.
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END!
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So that was the fifth part and really the last. Even if it's the last one, I would still think it's cool if you gave me your opinion. I hope you know who the stranger with the hat is!
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Bye tichue
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