June 2002
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Son-gohan, your father wants to run away!
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Hello, I'm back again. You can certainly imagine a lot under this title. But especially that this story becomes complete bullshit again! Especially since my charming brother's heart is involved again. Even if it doesn't start very funny at first, I promise you that you'll laugh all the more for it later! So I'll just start now ...................
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"Son-goku you can forget that! You are coming! How long has it been since the three of us last went on vacation together !?" Chichi turned back to her saucepan. She was fed up with the fact that Son-goku always wanted to avoid everything. In addition, that Bulma had invited the three of them on this acidic cruise. "But Chichi that's getting really boring again. All the time these long lectures by some professors Bulma knows from before ............." "No argument!Bulma invited us and we said yes! Besides, for Gohan this is definitely something different than just his school books. Oh, that will definitely be something very special for him! "Dear Chichi really went into raptures. She folded her hands and looked up at the sky with a smile out of the skylight. Son-goku didn't want to be like that. He didn't feel like the old docks and Profs, but he didn't want Chichi To spoil joy. He put his arms on the table and supported his head with them. Son-gohan sat next to his father and struggled through his textbook. Although he was looking forward to the cruise, he was already dreading the terrible lectures of these profs a little.
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Chichi had turned all her attention back to the drawing balls. She has been poking around in her pots for half the evening. Son-goku's stomach had been growling for a long time. But now he was more concerned with whom Bulma would like to take with him besides them.* Would she like to take Piccolo with her too? * Son-goku wondered, looking out the window. Piccolo saw it leaning against a tree in front of the house. He's been meditating since the two of them went inside. He probably didn't want to come in either. He even slept outside, even in the worst weather.
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"Oh mom, I'm looking forward to the day after tomorrow!" Bulma was twirling the telephone cord and looked at the door of her room. Secretly she hoped that Vegeta might change her mind after all and wanted to come too. But that was probably just another expectant mother's familiar wishful thinking.
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Bulma couldn't sleep very well that night. She tossed and turned restlessly and even kept Vegeta awake. "What's the matter with you ?! Why aren't you sleeping?" Vegeta sat up and looked at the left side of the bed. "Oh Vegeta, why don't you want to go with us ?!Bulma turned to him and gave him a sad look. He watched her with this indescribable coldness in his eyes and crossed his arms: "............ I have to train. I don't have time for something like that!" "I see ......." Bulma's eyes became moist and her voice sounded very disappointed. Vegeta somehow felt sorry for that (even if it's hard to imagine!) So he decided to do her a favor. (Can it be that in my stories the men always give up? ....... that is called artistic freedom so don't get excited * gg *)
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Meanwhile the lights had gone out at Son-goku too.
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Chichi had been sleeping for a long time and snuggled into her pillow. But Son-goku found no rest. He was still wondering how it would be on the ship. * .... Hm ..... If at least Piccolo would come along, it would certainly not be so dull. I probably won't have much to do with Gohan either, he'll have to learn.* Son-goku had his head on the pillow between his arms. He wondered how he could take Piccolo with him. Of course, he couldn't lock it in a box and drag it along with it. No, he probably wouldn't put up with that! Too bad. But maybe Bulma would invite him after all. * I bet that even then he doesn't want to come along, but if I talk to him long enough he might come along after all * He smiled and decided to talk to Bulma tomorrow.
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"Come on, send me a bissal Madls! Angelika, well, that's not going to happen, that's not the case with the rest of the collection. Oh, if you do it yourself, then you go gornix weida!" Arms around and harassed his employees. He kept clapping his hands to rush her even more. He was soon giving a fashion show in Milan and was stressed about the departure.His ship left early tomorrow morning. In front of the Dietrich fashion house there were already a lot of pink boxes with his self-made clothes. Oh, he was so excited! This was going to be his first fashion show and he had never been on a ship before. All he didn't like was that the ship was called Blue Sailer. He would rather have chugged across the sea in a pink ship. (What a surprise ....... * gg *)
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"Bullllllllmaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Son-goku stood in the CC and shouted her name. "Uuuuuuuullllllmmmmmmaaaaa" Echoed it back. * If she hasn't heard this, she is either deaf or not at home. * Thought Son-goku and went up the stairs. He called her name again. “What are you doing here, Kakarott ?!” Vegeta stood behind him and glared at him. Son-goku turned around and replied: "Hello Vegeta, I'm looking for Bulma, do you know where she is?" He looked at Vegeta with a smile.
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SEQUEL FOLLOWS.........
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So that's it for the first time with the first part. Hopefully you haven't fallen asleep yet ...... snore ...... snore ..... I don't know if I should continue writing, but if I do, I would be really happy about a few comments. Well then, guess what!
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Your tichue
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