Les Histoires de Marco-Andrew Harvey X
Dernier ajout le 27 dec
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human beings came to this page and left very, very disappointed...
Ces histoires sont, malheureusement, en anglais. Qu'est-ce vous voulez, Marco aime bien l'anglais!!! Si j'ai le temps, je vais peut être poser une traduction. Maintenant, je vais laisser la place à Marco, il a quelques mots à vous dire:
Hello. I am grateful to Cain for letting me post my work on the web. I know I wasn't succesful in the real world, but I hope to reach new people on the web. If you like my work, you can pick up my book Balzebuth, the Vampire Alien. It's not in libraries (it was taken off the shelves for it's sexual content) so you must contact me to get it. I live in Montreal, Canada and you can reach my secretary Toby Farjet at (514)-766-4020. At only 13.95US$, it's a real bargain.
Sayain's Nostalgia
This is my first try at writing a Dragon Ball fan fiction. I picked up a book the other day and told myself: Geez, I could write about this!! So here I am. This takes place after the Buu era but before the last Budokai where Goku takes off with Ubuu. While writing this fanfic, I was relly careful with the charcterization of the characters and the settings and plot and all that stuff. I think I did a better job than those other "official" Dragon Ball writers like Shigeru Miyamoto and R.L.Stine (they wrote the cyborg saga and Buu saga respectively). Well, enjoy...
PART 1: The thunder wreaks carnage
It was a dark night. Pitch black. May 20th, 19…. Goku just finished trainning with Gohan, then Vegita came…
« I challenge youuuuuuu… Kakarot!! »
« Vegita, no se puede venga aqui para discutar de la pelota!! »
« What? Kakarot, I am your prince! Let’s go see Piccolo! »
And so they went. The once greater of ennemies, left together to meet… another of their once great ennemy! Piccolo was green, as before. He didn't change because Goku decided to talk spanish. Oh no! Piccolo… he was the smart one. He knew better than to change for no reason, for no reason at all. When they arrived, Piccolo decided to hide himself. Vegita was pretty grouchy.
« Where is that Nameck? Never here when you need them. Maybe I shouldn’t have killed Nappa… »
By hearing these words, Piccolo jumped out of his hole (he was hiding in a hole) and yelled :
« How dare you say that??? After all we’ve been through : the cyborgs, Freeza, Buu… NOW!! Now you wish you didn’t kill him?!?!?? »
« HEY!! At least I had a kid with Bulma!! »
« WHAT?? What are you talking about? »
« Mmmmmm…..gnah! Bllll…pfff…huh…………HA! Then… you see…….hum…»
« OK, OK, you can leave now… »
« But… »
« ta..ta… »
« but… »
« Mmm… »
Vegita was very disappointed. He came all the way here for nothing. First, he lost his beloved planet Vegita and now THIS!! No, it’s too much. For the first time in his life, Vegita started crying (well, second time actually, he cried when he saw he was no match for Freeza’s 4th transformation but, for the sake of this story, let’s pretend it’s the first time…)
Back at Capsule Corporation, Trunks, Bra and Bulma were eating with Goten. He had caught a fantastic fish in the Salt Lake river but he decided to share it with his friends anyway. Suddenly, the three half-sayains (Trunks, Bra and Goten… yes, even Goten!!) stopped!!
« Wh..What’s wrong? » asked Bulma, taking a piece of the fantastic fish.
« It’s father… » answered Bra.
You see, Bra is the second child of Vegita and Bulma. She is the first half-sayain female to appear in the manga (Pan doesn’t count, she’s just a bastard’s daughter, that runt…). Being the daughter of Vegita, Prince of Sayains, she had a special power which made her aware of every Sayain’s level of crying. Trunks and Goten knew because I like them.
« I’ve got to go help father… » continued Bra.
She left the dinner table and stole a plane capsule from her mother, laughing with arrogance.
Trunks and Goten went to sleep, they didn’t care.
Bulma, alone at last, picked up the phone and called Oolong. She will spend the remainder of the evenning talking to a pig.
Will Bra reach Vegita in time? What's wrong with Goku? What is Bulma talking about? You'll find out in Part 2 of Sayain's Nostalgia: When Angels Dive.
Feedback is appreaciated.
A Man's Quest
This is the story of a chinese man in his Quest for enlightnement. I wrote it as a satire of our society. I hope you like all the clever stuff I put in there, I am really proud of myself.
PART 1
I was looking through the unbrittled darkness that is the sky. How far did I walk to get here, and why? The strange dreams I had, brought me here, making me anxious to meet this person, this… woman. I never met her before but she appeared in my dreams, giving me her location, as if she wanted to meet my body. So here I am, in an european forest, at least 10 000 miles from my beloved China. A whisper of wind, a slash of iron then … silence.
She had finally arrived, the angel of my torturous dream. « salut mon petit coincoin » was her first words. I was perplexed at what it meant. « So datte iz gne masterious linguage theya calla Frinch?!? » Even if my mind was as cunning as a fox's, my body was that of a retarded fool. How it shamed me, the humiliation I tell, the utter annhilation of confidance and self-esteem…
We talked for hours. Well… she talked, I merely nodded and drooled at her. She was so beatiful and smart. She explained me she came from outer space and appeared as a vision so because I was chosen to lead my people towards the Golden Age of Human Kind (GAHK). She then proceeded to touch my forehead and give me all the knowledge I need to do my task. Needless to say, it was invigorating.
I awakened two days after, in my bed. Even though I peed in my sleep, my body was steaming from newfound puropose and strenght. I put on my eyepatch and hopped in my wheelchair to visit my street. My beatiful China, how I will miss you in my journey. Oh well, it is my duty to lead my people, I cannot let self-pity and nostalgia get in the way of my Quest. I ran… wheeled my way to the airport to meet my the place of my destiny… BRASIL!!!
PART 2
Here I was, in the frightenning hollow halls of Brasil's airport. I was strapped to my chair. "Naao t...th...thennk yuu!!" I answered to the priest at my side. He looked at me with eyes of fury, as amazed as he was frightenned of me and my cerebral ingenuity. Then, I stepped out of the airport, froze in my place and started crying out of joy. I could walk!!! Yes!! After all these years of rolling my way through life, I could walk again. It truely IS my quest... my quest for the miracle of walking again!
THE END
...or is it!?
That's it! I hoped you liked it! I'm sorry it took me this long to finish PART 2, I wanted it to be full of metaphors and analogies about the common man and the creation of the universe. Anyways, I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it! If you have any comments or suggestions, e-mail Kaine and he'll forward your message to me (I don't give my e-mail adress, by fear of commitment). Sayonara!
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