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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
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
Creepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like These
You aren’t normally one to suggest stupid outings for the sake of stupid outings, but you and your friends are equal parts bored and stressed about high school starting up again. What better way to de-stress than spending a night in an abandoned house on the edge of town that’s reputedly haunted? Okay, there’s probably many ways that are all better and far less convoluted, but screw logic, you and three of your friends have made the decision and that’s how it’s gonna go down. Errol is the only one who won’t be coming. He said he’d be pretty busy tending to something that came up, although he wished you, Avril, Nathan, and Gary good luck in your ghost hunting.
“You guys ready to get scared?” Gray sniggers as the four of you look upon the desolate structure. You drove your friends out here, seeing as you’re the only one whose parents let you use their car.
The boards over the windows have lon
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s Origin
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough
The Distorted MirrorsPlease note that this is a biography of my encounters with some rather paranormal entities within my second grade year in elementary school. Now, I just want you to know that this all is indeed true, and it's going to be something I never forgot, and can remember vividly. Well, I guess I'll start with how this all started and stuff, and how vivid one's mind and imagination can be.
So, it was the second grade, like I said already, and I was quite the child, but I was cowardly at times, not that it's unusual or anything. Though at the same time, I did have some sense of bravery. It was when it was close to summer, I had exams, though I honestly cannot remember the name; not every detail was with me then, I'm afraid. Instead of being in a normal classroom like normal people, I was just mortified and reluctant to learn that I would be having to spend my week in solitude, and one thing I definitely don't like is solitude, even at that age; at that age, I was horrified of being in small room
I've Got YouHe was falling.
He made no audible sound as he did. Partly because fear had gripped his voice box to the point where he couldn't make a noise and the other half was that he would only get a harsh mouthful of saltwater in response to his cry.
The water was rushing closer to him. Fifty feet. Forty feet. Thirty feet. Twenty.
He had tried to twist his body to grip the edge if the cliff face beside him, but the rough-edged rocks just sliced through the thin skin on his fingers and palms, forcing to let himself just plummet down below.
It was crazy, really. The great Altair, master of assassination, was going to die. Not because of the fall he was taking, but because of his lack of being able to swim.
He was most ashamed of himself.
A small grunt came from his clenched teeth as he made contact with the ocean and right on impact, he began to sink. He bucked his legs upward, trying to stop his sinking but they just flailed, not doing anything to help him.
Ever since he was a child, he had alwa
Creepypasta: A Game I Cannot WinCreepypasta: A Game I Cannot Win
So. It’s come to this. Eighty-one years of age, and before infirmity has a chance to claim my life I am forced to play Russian roulette with these five faceless men. But it’s not so bad. I know how this will end, and that takes the edge off my trepidation. I look up at the stairs leading up to the cellar door, seeing as we are in my basement, seated around a battered card table. I could make a break for it. But I smirk inwardly, because this will offer an escape in its own way.
I pick up the revolver and put the barrel to my head.
Nothing. I smile and pass it to the figure to my right. He makes no move to pick up the revolver, as I suspected. I pass the gun to the figure to his right, who again, makes no attempt to pick up the weapon. This repeats until I have passed the revolver all around the table, and none of the faceless men have moved in the slightest.
I pick up the revolver a second time, and put the barrel to my head again befo
Maverick You are sitting on your bed, bundled in your blankets, music blaring in your headphones. Your gaze lifts from your laptop screen and you look out over the room. It's dark. Pitch black to be more specific. The moon is nowhere in sight tonight, an overlay of storm clouds hang overhead. You sigh, storms are not your thing, the loud noise and sudden bursts of light unnerve you a bit. The music stops. "Dammit" you mutter. The song was no where near over. Your web browser must have become unresponsive or YouTube was experiencing problems once again.
You decide against staying on the internet tonight, none of your friends are on skype, and it's 3:30 in the morning. You gently shut your laptop, not bothering to shut it down completely, and place it near your bed. After placing your computer on the ground, you decide to get situated on your bed so that you can try to get a good night's sleep. As you lay your head down, a flash of
Creepypasta: Innocence Proves NothingCreepypasta: Innocence Proves Nothing
Darkness is my friend. It hides me from the light, and shrouds the maze of scars on my body from the gaze of my sinner’s eyes. A maze, or maybe a map, showing the way to true insanity. If I wasn’t insane when I was thrown in this padded room and placed on a 24-hour suicide watch, after what could have been either a week or a year (time has little meaning in the dark) I am indeed resolutely insane now. Accused of a murder I didn’t commit, and damned until the end of time to this little slice of Hell.
But in a peculiar way I am grateful. I never noticed how beautiful the dark is. How lovely things are when you can’t see them.
I don’t know why there is no light source in my cell. No one ever checks on me, maybe a bulb burned out long ago and they just don’t know. The lone time that light, that Hellish light that bares my naked flaws for all to see, pours into my cell is when feeding time comes and they shove in a pl
Creepypasta: The Bite of '87It was a normal day at Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza. A show had just ended on the main stage and the main animatronic, Freddy Fazzbear, was walking off the stage and turned his attention to the kids. “Hey hey hey hey kids! The show is over now but another will be starting soon in Pirate Cove. Just follow me!” Freddy laughed he led the kids over to part of the restaurant called “Pirates Cove”. “I can’t join you on this pirate ship but Foxy will make sure you all stay safe, right Foxy?” Freddy asked a Fox animatronic that had a hook where his right hand should be and an eye patch over his right eye.
“Yar be right Freddy. I won’t let anything hurt these land lovers.” Foxy said in his robotic pirate voice. “Now ye better get out of here or I will have to make ye walk the plank!” He added.
“Alright, have fun kids!” Freddy said before leaving.
“Now, it will be a while till the show starts so have a goo
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
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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