called and stormed through the battered door. The room was completely destroyed. The scoreboard had collapsed and Goku lay motionless on the floor.Bulma rushed to him and knelt beside him.


"Goku, wake up, Goku!" She called and shook his shoulder. He didn't move.


“Goku, come on, you can't leave me here now!” Her voice got louder and louder and her shaking steadily tighter. A tear ran down her cheek.


"Goku, damn it, wake up at last!"


Still nothing. His face was scratched and some blood smeared down his chin.


"Goku, don't do this to me, don't leave me alone, I need you."


She sobbed and pressed against him. Then she heard him cough and felt the chest work beneath her.


Relieved, she came up again and wiped her tears away. Goku slowly opened his eyes and blinked a bit. He grimaced in pain and spat some blood.


"I'm happy. How are you?", She asked, although happy wasn't nearly the right word. She was overjoyed. To live without him would have been torture.

"Nothing so good.", He gasped and leaned on Bulma, who helped him to get up.


They both hobbled into Goku's room and sat on the bed.


Bulma fished a lot of bandages from the dresser and prepared a syringe.


"I hope he won't freak out when he sees them.", She thought and teased her to instill some antibiotics


When the Saiyan saw the syringe, he didn't make a face. Bulma looked puzzled.


"Aren't you afraid of it at all?" She asked him.


"Yes, yes, only with you do I know that I am in good hands.", He replied, without realizing how this answer melted Bulma. He trusted her and went along with whatever she planned to do.


When she stuck the needle in his arm, he grimaced briefly, but then smiled again.


"So, now you have to take off your shirt so that I can take a look at the wounds.", She replied and, with the first flash of his skin, got fantasies for which any other nurse would be fired immediately.

Apart from a few scratches, he apparently had nothing, but when she pressed against his chest, he gasps. He had broken a rib. Bulma carefully wrapped the bandage around his chest and knotted them together at the end. Goku meanwhile looked down at her turquoise head. She knelt in front of him on the floor and every now and then her hand touched his body. He winced a little each time.


When she came back up, she propped herself up on his thighs. When she was level with him, she noticed how she was standing between his splayed leg and blushed slightly. Goku's heart started racing and he was breathing hard. Again they looked into each other's eyes and were instantly lost in them. Son-Goku only wanted one thing, kiss her, finally feel her. Bulma felt the same way. She longed for him and could no longer hold back. She leaned close, propped herself up on his chest and ...... "Ouch"


Goku screamed. Bulma immediately hurried back and only now noticed that she had pressed him onto the broken rib.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, does it hurt a lot?", She looked at him with a concerned look.


"No, no, it's okay. It wasn't your fault.", He gasped and rubbed the break point.


Bulma put Goku down gently and covered him. She straightened the ends, shook his pillow, stroked his head, and then naturally kissed his forehead.


Both looked at each other petrified. Bulma blushed again and Goku looked away furtively.


"Sleep well," she breathed and disappeared from the room. Goku watched her go and then stroked where her lips had been. That felt good. He would have liked more of it.


Towards evening Goku lay awake on his bed and brooded again.


She kissed me Hey, at least a start. But I want her to kiss me again. Then tell her. I can not. Why not again? I don't know either, I'm scared.From what, then, that she bites? Can you bite me? No, I was just kidding, just forget about it. If you think so, I still feel insecure. Why then? I don't know what to do then. I've never done anything like that. Nineteen and never kissed that I can still experience this. Keep your mouth shut. Sorry, but you really don't need to be afraid. Really not? Believe me, once you kiss her, the rest will go by itself.


Bulma was no different. She was lying on the sofa and had started another argument with herself.


And you really pressed his broken rib? Yes, heaven, Lord God again. Man, I would have loved to see that. Yeah, yeah, just make fun of yourself. What if you act so stupid. You are the one here who has a body. I'm just an inner voice so don't complain. You're right, but what should I do now. Try again, it'll work out someday.Do you mean Sure, he loves you, you love him, what else can go wrong?


Bulma thought she was right. She got up and marched off to Goku's room. Just as she was about to open the door, it swung open and Goku stood in front of her. Bulma backed away quickly to avoid the wooden plank. Meow Mr. Briefs' black cat whizzed past behind her. Bulma stepped right on her tail. The cat hissed and ran away, Bulma lost her balance, rowed her arms and slammed right into Son-Goku, who fell over on his back.


When she looked up again, she was lying on his chest. Her head was just below his chin. She felt the warmth of his body and felt every single abdominal muscle under her. She got hot and cold. She started to sweat. Through her ear she could hear his heart pounding, almost overturning.


Goku looked down at her. She raised her head and looked at him. Her flawless body crouched on top of his and trembled slightly.When they looked each other in the eye, it was done for both of them. Nothing else mattered anymore. A bomb could have exploded next to them, they would not have noticed. Bulma rose slightly and crawled up to him so that his face was just below hers. Both grinned at each other and their eyes sparkled.


Goku wrapped his arms around her and hugged her even tighter, he would never let go of her. Bulma brushed a strand from his face and brushed his cheek. Their eyes closed and their open mouths approached. They came closer ........... and closer .......... and closer ....... and then ............




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