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Fanfic: Was wäre wenn.....? 1
Chapter: What happened if.....? 1
What happened if........? 1
Old friendship doesn't rust
From Son-Goku Daimao
As the name suggests, this story is just a What if ...? - History. I know, of course, that Goku and ChiCi as well as Vegeta and Bulma belong together. Still, I asked myself this question here. And what came out of it you can see here ..........
Bulma was just sitting in front of a new invention. That strange thing made of screws, wires and microchips that was on the table in front of her should soon be a new vacuum cleaner for her mother, just a lot better. With a relieved smile, she wiped the last bit of sweat from her forehead and watched her marvel. It was time to try that thing out. With her fingers trembling with anticipation, Bulma turns on the tin monster and ........ BOOOOMMMMM !!!!
Wires flew, sparks flew, smoke rose and Bulma gasped like a madman.
"Shit," she screamed and kicked the pile of scrap in front of her on the floor.
"Honey, what is it?" Asked Ms. Briefs, who just came snowing in the door.
"Oh, nothing, just that you can probably get yourself a new vacuum cleaner.", She replied with a little uneasiness in her voice.
After tidying up her laboratory, she didn't want to continue tinkering with the vacuum cleaner, so she went up to her room and noticed that the red light on her answering machine was on.
A little puzzled, she went and played the message:
Peep, "Hi, Bulma, it's me Roshi. I just wanted to remind you that the 23rd Tenkaichi Budoukai starts in two weeks. I've already got you and the other airline tickets. Yours should be by in a few days Mail arrive at your place. We will meet as usual in front of the entrance of the arena. See you then and I look forward to seeing you again soon."Peep.
"Yes, yes. I'm sure you're happy. I'm sure you're happy to be able to look into the cleavage again.", She said and had to laugh. Of course she was looking forward to seeing the old geezer again and of course all of her friends. She hadn't seen anyone but Jamchu and Pool since Devil Piccolo tried to destroy the world.
And now in two weeks they would all be able to celebrate and have fun together at the 23rd martial arts tournament.
As she took off her lab coat and pulled on a T-shirt, she wondered if her friends had changed. She was particularly excited about Son Goku. She hadn't seen him in almost exactly three years. She missed him terribly.
She was all the more delighted when, three days later, Muten Roshi's plane ticket was in her mailbox.
The two weeks leading up to the tournament went by very, very quickly. And the anticipation in Bulma grew to the limit, while she was picked up in a taxi from the airport on Papaya Island and driven to the arena.
When the tournament area came into view, Bulma was practically taped in front of the window pane of the black taxi and searched the sidewalk in front of the large entrance portal for a familiar face.
And indeed. Five figures she knew very well were standing there talking. She recognized them immediately. The old man with the black anorack, hat and sunglasses, the white beard and the somewhat gristly cane, the young woman with the light green dress, the blue, long hair and the innocent facial expression, the little pig in a white shirt and suspenders, the blue, she would have recognized the flying cat and the very old turtle lying on the ground anywhere.
Bulma took off her sunglasses and waited impatiently for the taxi to finally stop.
When it finally stopped, she got out with a pounding heart and beamed at her friends with a warm smile.
"Muten Roshi, Lunch, Oolog, Pool, Ms. Tortoise, how nice to see you again at last.", she stammered, hugging one by one.
"Glad to see you again, Bulma.", Replied the master of the turtles and smiled when he noticed that Bulma had made such a shot that his face was exactly at the height of her cleavage.
Bulma just grinned a little annoyed when she noticed that and ............ WUMS!
The others began to laugh when the old boy with a bleeding nose, broken glasses and a red handprint on his right cheek stood next to an angry Bulma and her raised fist.
After a few little chats, they waited for the others, who did not show up.
Muten Roshi tried to register her with the registration supervisor without her personal presence, but it did not work.
So they waited more and more impatiently and the time passed more and more.
"You aunt?"
Bulma turned around, a little annoyed. Who had the nerve to call her aunt.
"What is it?"
She was surprised to see that a girl of about six was standing next to her, who was looking at her with crying eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked in a softer voice.
"My balloon went into that tree. Can you give it back to me, please?"
The little girl pointed to a large oak that grew behind the fence around the arena.
Bulma looked up at the crown. A bright red balloon hung in the branches.
"Well, sure. Good old Bulma will do it.", She said and winked at the girl.
She stood at the fence and reached up her right arm to fish the balloon out of the branches.
But she was too small. Even when she stood on her tiptoe, she couldn't get to him.
Bulma was just starting her last attempt when a stranger's arm easily grabbed the balloon and pulled it out of the twig.
Then the hand extended the balloon to Bulma.
Bulma took it absent-mindedly and handed it to the girl, who then thanked her with a smile and ran away.
Then she turned to the unknown guy who had handed her the balloon.
"Many Thanks."
Bulma frowned. The guy looked kind of weird. He was a head taller than she was and wore a purple suit. He also had a turban wrapped around his head.
"Glad to see you again, Bulma and the rest of you too, of course." Replied the stranger and greeted them all.
Bulma and the others put their jaws down a lot.
"What?", You know me? "she asked uncertainly.
"Sure, don't you recognize me?"
How should she know him from, she wondered. The others didn't seem to have a clue either.
"Oh, I've changed so much. Well wait a minute, you will probably recognize me in a moment."
The man began to unwind the turban from his head.
Bulma was really shocked when a strand of jet black hair shot up.
"Oh my god. That can't be.", Bulma shouted, although she recognized him now.
"But it is so. It's me, Goku."
Bulma couldn't believe her ears. That should be Goku. The little boy with the monkey tail. He had totally changed. He must have grown three feet and looked much more grown up.
His voice was also deeper. But his eyes were the same. When Bulma looked it over, she immediately recognized the naive expression on his face.
Tears filled her eyes as she fell around Son-Goku's neck, almost knocking him over.
"I'm so happy to see you again.", She called and gave Goku a squeeze as hard as she could.
It wasn't long before Jamchu, Tenshinhan, Kuririn and Chao-Zu arrived.
Together they went to the arena complex and started looking for the preliminary round.
Bulma went in the back with lunch and oolong and watched Goku the whole time.
He had really only changed for his own benefit. He was tall and well trained. His muscles were perfectly proportioned. Not too much and not too little. And then that cute face.
Bulma's gaze wandered down to his bottom and here too she had to say that everything was well proportioned.
"Hey, Bulma, what's wrong?" Lunch asked, waving her hand in front of Bulma's face.
"Hmm, what? Oh nothing, I'm just looking.", She answered and turned slightly red.
"Come on admit it, you like Son-Goku.", Oolong said, who was walking next to the two of them with his arms crossed behind his neck.
"He's really cute.", She finally admitted and turned even redder.
"Well, what Jamchu thinks about that.", Lunch said and looked thoughtful.
"Oh, what does that have to do with it. We haven't been a couple for a long time. I can fall in love with whoever I want.", She roared and drove to lunch.
"So, so, 'So we're already in love now?" Asked Oolong and grinned cheekily.
Bulma put a hand to her mouth. Damn it, why had that slipped out?
"Watch out, girl. Not that you're ruining a well-functioning friendship," Oolog warned her.
As they walked on, Bulma wondered if she should really let her fall in love with him.
In the end she decided to do it because she had actually been in love with him the whole time.
You probably already know the following tournament, but I will explain the whole thing briefly for those who do not know (ashamed of yourselves).
Of course, Son-Goku, Kuririn, Tenshinhan and Jamchu made it to the quarter-finals. Besides them there were Beelzebub alias Piccolo, the son of the devil, Tao Baiai, the former killer and combat instructor of Tenshinhan and Chao-Zu, and an unknown beauty called Inkognita, a bureaucrat called Chen, who was actually God.(he borrowed the body and wanted to defeat Piccolo on his own way)
The first fight went to Tenshinhan. Then Son-Goku won against Inkognita, Beelzebub took down Kuririn and Jamchu, oddly enough, lost to Chen.
Then Son Goku and Piccolo came into the final. Son-Goku finally became world champion this time .....
After Piccolo appeared unconscious outside the ring, Bulma rushed to the Son Goku lying on the ground.
"Son-Goku, are you okay?", She asked and knelt next to him.
Old friendship doesn't rust
From Son-Goku Daimao
As the name suggests, this story is just a What if ...? - History. I know, of course, that Goku and ChiCi as well as Vegeta and Bulma belong together. Still, I asked myself this question here. And what came out of it you can see here ..........
Bulma was just sitting in front of a new invention. That strange thing made of screws, wires and microchips that was on the table in front of her should soon be a new vacuum cleaner for her mother, just a lot better. With a relieved smile, she wiped the last bit of sweat from her forehead and watched her marvel. It was time to try that thing out. With her fingers trembling with anticipation, Bulma turns on the tin monster and ........ BOOOOMMMMM !!!!
Wires flew, sparks flew, smoke rose and Bulma gasped like a madman.
"Shit," she screamed and kicked the pile of scrap in front of her on the floor.
"Honey, what is it?" Asked Ms. Briefs, who just came snowing in the door.
"Oh, nothing, just that you can probably get yourself a new vacuum cleaner.", She replied with a little uneasiness in her voice.
After tidying up her laboratory, she didn't want to continue tinkering with the vacuum cleaner, so she went up to her room and noticed that the red light on her answering machine was on.
A little puzzled, she went and played the message:
Peep, "Hi, Bulma, it's me Roshi. I just wanted to remind you that the 23rd Tenkaichi Budoukai starts in two weeks. I've already got you and the other airline tickets. Yours should be by in a few days Mail arrive at your place. We will meet as usual in front of the entrance of the arena. See you then and I look forward to seeing you again soon."Peep.
"Yes, yes. I'm sure you're happy. I'm sure you're happy to be able to look into the cleavage again.", She said and had to laugh. Of course she was looking forward to seeing the old geezer again and of course all of her friends. She hadn't seen anyone but Jamchu and Pool since Devil Piccolo tried to destroy the world.
And now in two weeks they would all be able to celebrate and have fun together at the 23rd martial arts tournament.
As she took off her lab coat and pulled on a T-shirt, she wondered if her friends had changed. She was particularly excited about Son Goku. She hadn't seen him in almost exactly three years. She missed him terribly.
She was all the more delighted when, three days later, Muten Roshi's plane ticket was in her mailbox.
The two weeks leading up to the tournament went by very, very quickly. And the anticipation in Bulma grew to the limit, while she was picked up in a taxi from the airport on Papaya Island and driven to the arena.
When the tournament area came into view, Bulma was practically taped in front of the window pane of the black taxi and searched the sidewalk in front of the large entrance portal for a familiar face.
And indeed. Five figures she knew very well were standing there talking. She recognized them immediately. The old man with the black anorack, hat and sunglasses, the white beard and the somewhat gristly cane, the young woman with the light green dress, the blue, long hair and the innocent facial expression, the little pig in a white shirt and suspenders, the blue, she would have recognized the flying cat and the very old turtle lying on the ground anywhere.
Bulma took off her sunglasses and waited impatiently for the taxi to finally stop.
When it finally stopped, she got out with a pounding heart and beamed at her friends with a warm smile.
"Muten Roshi, Lunch, Oolog, Pool, Ms. Tortoise, how nice to see you again at last.", she stammered, hugging one by one.
"Glad to see you again, Bulma.", Replied the master of the turtles and smiled when he noticed that Bulma had made such a shot that his face was exactly at the height of her cleavage.
Bulma just grinned a little annoyed when she noticed that and ............ WUMS!
The others began to laugh when the old boy with a bleeding nose, broken glasses and a red handprint on his right cheek stood next to an angry Bulma and her raised fist.
After a few little chats, they waited for the others, who did not show up.
Muten Roshi tried to register her with the registration supervisor without her personal presence, but it did not work.
So they waited more and more impatiently and the time passed more and more.
"You aunt?"
Bulma turned around, a little annoyed. Who had the nerve to call her aunt.
"What is it?"
She was surprised to see that a girl of about six was standing next to her, who was looking at her with crying eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked in a softer voice.
"My balloon went into that tree. Can you give it back to me, please?"
The little girl pointed to a large oak that grew behind the fence around the arena.
Bulma looked up at the crown. A bright red balloon hung in the branches.
"Well, sure. Good old Bulma will do it.", She said and winked at the girl.
She stood at the fence and reached up her right arm to fish the balloon out of the branches.
But she was too small. Even when she stood on her tiptoe, she couldn't get to him.
Bulma was just starting her last attempt when a stranger's arm easily grabbed the balloon and pulled it out of the twig.
Then the hand extended the balloon to Bulma.
Bulma took it absent-mindedly and handed it to the girl, who then thanked her with a smile and ran away.
Then she turned to the unknown guy who had handed her the balloon.
"Many Thanks."
Bulma frowned. The guy looked kind of weird. He was a head taller than she was and wore a purple suit. He also had a turban wrapped around his head.
"Glad to see you again, Bulma and the rest of you too, of course." Replied the stranger and greeted them all.
Bulma and the others put their jaws down a lot.
"What?", You know me? "she asked uncertainly.
"Sure, don't you recognize me?"
How should she know him from, she wondered. The others didn't seem to have a clue either.
"Oh, I've changed so much. Well wait a minute, you will probably recognize me in a moment."
The man began to unwind the turban from his head.
Bulma was really shocked when a strand of jet black hair shot up.
"Oh my god. That can't be.", Bulma shouted, although she recognized him now.
"But it is so. It's me, Goku."
Bulma couldn't believe her ears. That should be Goku. The little boy with the monkey tail. He had totally changed. He must have grown three feet and looked much more grown up.
His voice was also deeper. But his eyes were the same. When Bulma looked it over, she immediately recognized the naive expression on his face.
Tears filled her eyes as she fell around Son-Goku's neck, almost knocking him over.
"I'm so happy to see you again.", She called and gave Goku a squeeze as hard as she could.
It wasn't long before Jamchu, Tenshinhan, Kuririn and Chao-Zu arrived.
Together they went to the arena complex and started looking for the preliminary round.
Bulma went in the back with lunch and oolong and watched Goku the whole time.
He had really only changed for his own benefit. He was tall and well trained. His muscles were perfectly proportioned. Not too much and not too little. And then that cute face.
Bulma's gaze wandered down to his bottom and here too she had to say that everything was well proportioned.
"Hey, Bulma, what's wrong?" Lunch asked, waving her hand in front of Bulma's face.
"Hmm, what? Oh nothing, I'm just looking.", She answered and turned slightly red.
"Come on admit it, you like Son-Goku.", Oolong said, who was walking next to the two of them with his arms crossed behind his neck.
"He's really cute.", She finally admitted and turned even redder.
"Well, what Jamchu thinks about that.", Lunch said and looked thoughtful.
"Oh, what does that have to do with it. We haven't been a couple for a long time. I can fall in love with whoever I want.", She roared and drove to lunch.
"So, so, 'So we're already in love now?" Asked Oolong and grinned cheekily.
Bulma put a hand to her mouth. Damn it, why had that slipped out?
"Watch out, girl. Not that you're ruining a well-functioning friendship," Oolog warned her.
As they walked on, Bulma wondered if she should really let her fall in love with him.
In the end she decided to do it because she had actually been in love with him the whole time.
You probably already know the following tournament, but I will explain the whole thing briefly for those who do not know (ashamed of yourselves).
Of course, Son-Goku, Kuririn, Tenshinhan and Jamchu made it to the quarter-finals. Besides them there were Beelzebub alias Piccolo, the son of the devil, Tao Baiai, the former killer and combat instructor of Tenshinhan and Chao-Zu, and an unknown beauty called Inkognita, a bureaucrat called Chen, who was actually God.(he borrowed the body and wanted to defeat Piccolo on his own way)
The first fight went to Tenshinhan. Then Son-Goku won against Inkognita, Beelzebub took down Kuririn and Jamchu, oddly enough, lost to Chen.
Then Son Goku and Piccolo came into the final. Son-Goku finally became world champion this time .....
After Piccolo appeared unconscious outside the ring, Bulma rushed to the Son Goku lying on the ground.
"Son-Goku, are you okay?", She asked and knelt next to him.