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A Day in RelaxationKaira woke up very happy the next morning, knowing
that she wouldn't have to worry about her husband
for the first time in a long while.
"Wait, he's going to, be home!" she said as she ran
to the bathroom. She took a 5 minute shower, brushed
her hair, and went to the closet to pick out something
nice. After all, she hadn't really looked nice when she
did see him, and she wanted to look special today for him,
now that she had someone to look nice for!
"Lemme see... I wonder if he's wearing his pink shirt..."
She shuffled through many shirts and jeans and finally found
the pink buttoned BADMAN shirt, and lucky for her, it wasn't
wrinkled! She slipped on a black tank top, kept the pink shirt
unbuttoned over it, slipped on some panties and some spandex
shorts, and reached into the nightstand for her dark purple
lipstick. "I might as well look nice!"
Kaira stepped out looking for her lover. She became nervous
when she still didn't see him. She almost starting crying, but
she heard laughter
It's Okay...Vegeta closed the door to his home behind him quietly,
as he tried not to wake his family sleeping upstairs.
Yet again, he had stayed out late training, only
coming home to eat a quick dinner then head back out.
He would have stayed home the rest of the evening, but
he was sure could push himself above his limits, to the
point past an Ascended Super Saiyajin. He was so close,
but he realized it was late and decided to go home. And,
though he didn't really agree with the idea, stay home
the next day.
As he slowly flew up the stairs, he heard whimpering.
He put his hand and ear to the twins door, and didn't
hear anything. He walked over and opened his and Kaira's
bedroom door. There was nothing but moonlight, but he
could see his wife constantly twitching and shaking. She
clawed at his pillow, making a sad face everytime she did.
She was causing the whimpering, and he begun to know why.
He walked over to his side of the bed, kicked off his shoes,
and grabbed his lover's trembling hand. I
InterviewMickey-chan: Hello! Today I will be interviewing the prince of
Saiyajins, Vegeta! Are you ready Mr. Vegeta? *sweet smile*
Mickey-chan: Good! Now I hope you don't mind if I ask some
personal questions, do you?
Vegeta: Anything that's not your business, I won't say.
Mickey-chan: Okay then! Now, let's start with your personality.
Why are you angry most of the time?
Vegeta: People like you. Always in someone's way.
Mickey-chan: Ouch, man... Um, anyway, how do you feel about your
life now? Are you happy with it? Or upset?
Vegeta: Ugh, if you must know I am perfectly content with my life.
Though, I always pictured ruling the universe with my wife, then
again, Kaira was never like that...
Mickey-chan: Kaira is your wife, isn't she? What do you find
appealing about her?
Vegeta: She's very cute, I must say. Just like she was when she was
a child. She can be pretty annoying, but it's funny when she gets
angry at me.
Mickey-chan: That's good to know! Now, you knew Kaira when she
The Way It Turns Out Ch. 5The Way It Turns Out Ch. 5
Ryuu landed his time machine right outside
of a forset area. He opened the glass window and
hopped out, pressing the button to recapsulize it.
He picked up the capsule and put it in the same pocket
that held his father's medicine. "Mom's gonna be so happy,"
he said, and began walking. He kept thinking about his to-be
parents in the past, thinking if he should go to the wedding.
It'd be nice to see his parents get married. All he ever heard
were stories, or had seen pictures. But would be strange if he
showed up? Everyone knew him, and they he was Vegeta and Kaira's
son, but the idea still seemed weird. He stopped when he noticed
he was right outside of his home. His very big, two-floored, too
many roomed, home.
When he opened he immeadiately ran upstairs. A older Kaira
came out of a room and hugged her son tightly. "Mom, I have the
medicine!" He pulled the bottle out of his pocket. "Miss Bulma
said these'll make Dad feel better in no time!"
"Ryuu, that's wond
The way It Turns Out Ch.4The Way It Turns Out Chapter 4
"Ooh! What about that one, Kaira?" ChiChi said as she pointed
to a cream white wedding dress in a store. "It's not totally
white, and look at all of the flowers on it!"
"That's nice, but I don't like cream white." Kaira said shyly.
"Well what do you like? You can't get 'white white'. I mean, you're
not a virgin!" Bulma said loudly.
"Can you keep your voice down please? I know I'm not. I don't even
want a 'white white' dress."
"Hey, how about that one?" ChiChi said, pointing to a dress. It was
on a mannequin, and the dummy was holding flowers that went with it.
The dress had no straps to it, and a thick black rim around the chest
and bottom. There was a big black bow around the stomach, and beneath
it were many black swirls. The veil had a pure white head band, and a
slightly gray net. The dress was made from pure silk, and had no itchy
nets under it.
"I love it, ChiChi!" Kaira exclaimed.
"Hey Mom, guess what?" Kaira said as she talked to her mother on
The Way It Turns Out Ch.3The Way It Turns Out Ch.3
Kaira turned around at the sound of Vegeta calling her name.
"Yes?" she said as she walked to the bathroom. "What is it?" She
noticed he was poking at his ears. "Kaira, do I have big ears? I
just noticed..." She looked at her lover with a worried face. Of
he did! But she didn't want to tell him, because she didn't know how
he would take it. "Well Kaira, do I?"
"Well, I mean... They're not..huge.."
"But they're big... Aren't they..?"
"So what if they are? To be honest, I think they make you look cute!"
"That's not the point!"
"Well what is?"
"How come you didn't tell I had satellite dishes as ears?!" he said
pulling at them.
"Like I said," she said grabbing them, "they make you look cute!"
Bulma, Kaira, and ChiChi sat outside eating a lunch that Mrs.
Breifs had made for them. Bulma and ChiChi wanted to talk to Kaira,
being that they haven't really talked in a while. Though, the only
topic they could talk about was Kaira, and her pregnancy scare with th
PnF: Twisted Games A game. That’s all it was. A sick, twisted game...
Torturing his brother, making sure every time Ferb found him he would take him right back away. The brit hated it. This would be the last horrid game he would play with that evil game maker and his twisted mind. The last little trick, illusion, or whatever it was going to be this time. He would not have it anymore.
This was it. He was going to bust himself and Phineas out of this horrible place once and for all. No more torture, no more psychotic laughing at him and his brother and no more losing Phineas in a sick game of... of...
Gosh, he did not even have a word to describe the twisted little games the man made. But the green-haired boy was going to make sure this was the very last they were going to go through.
As he was pushed up a dark, circular tube he wondered what he was going to have to do this ti
Voice Box.I was tired, but i had to keep walking. My feet hurt and they felt as if they were bleeding, and they probably were.
With each step, i felt as if i was another world away. I looked ahead, the streets glowed from the overhead shine of streetlights.
"Where was I?" I began to ask myself, but i quickly realized i didn't care.
Anything was better than the alternative.
My revolving questions became "What street am I on?", as i looked around, i saw no indication of a sign, but i trudged on anyway.
I ran away from home, most kids say they will do it, but they always chicken out.
I was surprised i did it.
It was tempting to go back, but i didn't. Its been 3 days, i have been living off the $15 i stole from my mothers purse, and it's been far too late for me to walk home and try to pretend nothing happened.
Its hard to imagine, 3 straight days of walking, (except for the 3-4 hours i slept a night).
I could already imagine "The have you seen me" poster
It would say my name in bold print, Ph
Creepypasta: The Greatest Show on Earth!
If your listening to this, warning: you have a choice to make. Continue on listening and learn the way of the circus or stop..and let it all be a mystery...if you choose to listen on..you'll be charged if you make it to the end...something awaits for you.
Come all to the greatest show on Earth!
The Ringmaster says day after day, Monday through Friday. He's sick and tired of saying that phrase over and over again. Who blames him?
Dare Devil's await their turn to bring the crowd up on their feet. Did you know that the "safety net" really isn't there? Hehe...it's all an illusion. If they fall....oh to bad. Do you believe me...you shouldn't believe a puppet or the puppeteer.
The Hairy Lady is next in line, what a beautiful soul she is. Many ask where does all that hair come from? I'll tell you...from others. The people who did not pay their way into the circus, the Bearded Lady rips all their hair out and t
Based on personal hallucinations.
How cliche to be sitting here in the study of my Tuscan inspired home, alone and listening to the tapping of heavy rains against the glass windows. It was reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, only, I have no chamber door or the gentle rapping of a raven to distract my reading. Only the rain and the crackling of the warm fire in my hearth. A cold and wet winter’s night; it was unusual Arizona weather and even more so unusual to light a fire in addition to regular heating.
I turned the page of my book and adjusted accordingly in my chair so the light would illuminate every inch of the page and spare me the strain of reading in the dark. I don’t know why I read this way, with only a bar lamp on the coffee table nearby and a fire. I suppose the environment is calming, maybe too calming…
The roar of thunder does not phase me and the lightning flickering across the black skies adds mere seconds of additional lighting to
DarkiplierI see him in the mirror my other half I've always been afraid.... Of him and what he'll do... he wants to take over I can feel it he hates me he hates that I've trapped him inside only to be let out when I want him to be, he paces inside my head waiting for that one moment it's the only thing he needs one moment of weakness to take over I can't.... I can't let him take over I'm the only thing standing in his way....I have to stay strong I can't let him escape... All of those who I care about they would be in danger he wouldn't stop till he's destroyed everything..... He's growing stronger every day I can sense it the nightmares are getting worse and his voice is growing stronger in my head....he knows it's only a matter of time before he can over power me.... and when he does there won't be anything I can do I'll be trapped just like he was trapped... Trapped and forced to watch everyone I care about die .... I wish I could get help but I know I can'
Sunny (english)The couple was still in the room, in which the woman had brought their common child to the world. Right away, gave me the midwife that newborn child. I looked at it more closely. It was a girl. Bright skin, eyes still closed and she was still warmly, and in a healthy condition. She was perfect.
“They'll be surprised, when I doesn't show them the child”, said the midwife unsurely.
“Shall not disturb us further”, I though, and turned my back to her.
“Oh, ok then. What should I do?”, she asked me still with an uncertain voice.
“Go away! And let nobody come in here, no matter what you hear! You’ll stay also outside”, I reply.
I put the newborn now in the hands of the midwife, and took care that she didn’t go to the couple.
I took the scalpel, and hidden it behind my back. So I went to the apparently happy couple.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t we able to see our child?”, the man asked me easily outraged, whi
Strange dreamThis morning when I woke up, I had only been asleep for a few hours, I was still very tired, so I went back to sleep...and had quite a strange lucid dream...
My dream started with me standing in the middle of some town, in an estate filled with houses. I was standing in the middle of the road, some cars were parked outside a few of the houses but the whole place was quiet...too quiet. I looked around, it looked like it was evening time, the sky was dim, and the sun would be setting soon. None of the houses had their lights on. This town was completely empty. Not a single man, woman or child in sight. So I just stood there for a minute and looked ahead of me. Where the lines of houses ended, there was a small grassy patch, surrounded by trees. I took a few steps closer, and stood on the grass. Looking down I saw a square of dirt with no grass growing on it, and a large cardboard box with crude crayon drawings of sad looking children all over them, each one seemingly hol
(TF2) He's a Monster"Kill him," that voice mumbled inside the BLU's messed up and static filled head. "kill him and make me proud."
'Hey, Scout, what 'appened in-... ...S-son, what are you doin' with that there knife...?' The BLU Engineer carefully spoke, watching as his team-mate approached him with a blank and emotionless stare, his eyes reading nothing but hate and a loathing to kill, and even a tint of red sparkled in them. The Texas man had made the great mistake in investigating the bone-chilling screams of their Solider and Demoman from the kitchen area, only to find the boy standing over them, clutching tightly at the butcher's knife with blood splattered all over the place. As soon as they met eye contact, Scout had slowly started to stalk him, the knife remaining at his side.
'...' He tilted his head as he stared at him, as if trying to think his words through. His eyes remained slightly red, but he clutched the bloodied knife tighter. "Do the same to him as you did to Solider a
El origen de CS parte 5EL ORIGEN DE CS
Diario auditivo 5 de la doctora Eleanor
Los progresos que hemos hecho en estos meses han sido…… interesantes, al principio pensé que sería más fácil construir el prototipo para viajar entre universos con la ayuda de otros científicos, pero por desgracia solo lo complican más, siguen escépticos ante mis teorías, dudan mucho que el experimento funcione, pero por suerte, reciente mente descubrí algo interesante, existe un invento que crearon como arma para enfrentar a los hambrientos, básica mente tiene el aspecto de un machete electrificado que descarga una potente energía eléctrica, me di cuenta que con los ajustes necesarios y dividiendo el machete haciendo que tenga una forma en “V” puede crear suficiente energía para construir el prototipo, claro, este prototipo tendría un tamaño pequeño, no podríamos via
The fight was still going. Everyone was hurt. Bleeding, bones broken, life forces almost gone.
Their foe was stronger than expected. The evil Janemba was there, killing anyone who stood in
his way. He didn't speak.. All he did was laugh. His yellow eyes were filled with evil... No
one could stop him. He was too strong.... Even in their Super Saiyajin forms.
Goku came out of nowhere, ready to punch. But Janemba's hand was too quick, sending Goku
all the way across the field. Vegeta pushed himself off the ground, and sent a powerful
blast at the thing to distract him. Kaira ran behind him with a rod of ki in her hands,
ready to strike. But, Janemba grabbed the rod from her hands.
"No one could do that.." she thought. "I-It's not supposed to.."
Janemba grabbed her by her arm, and repeatedly beated her with it. Each hit was harder, and she
couldn't do anything about it. Vegeta's anger was building up inside, and he couldn't control it.
He immediately threw himself at Janemba, but it
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