Love can be pretty forgetful!






From Son-GokuDaimao


Hi first. As threatened, I actually have a new story of my two favorite characters in my head. I think it will have three parts again, maybe more.


Well then, I remembered the story when I said "Where are you now?" by Britney Spears. If you don't know it, no wonder, it's only on the album.


But now have fun with the new story, hope you like it.


And for those who think now, huh? What is he talking about? Just forget about it or think that this weak guy here just has one on the waffle. And for those of you who are just a little puzzled or who are reading this for the first time, this is a continuation of the story: love can be a long time coming!


Oh yes and write me a comment below BBBBIIIITTTTEEEEEEEEE.They are vital for me ........








Once again there was a lot of hustle and bustle in the sky. Figures of light and all sorts of winged something rushed through the white, radiant world of clouds, air and peace of mind and went about their tasks. Somewhere in this mess, two angels flew leisurely side by side to a golden gate, waiting patiently to be finally let in. The two journeymen had no real face, they were more a shining ball of light and their white wings grew out of their shoulder blades.


After walking down a long corridor, they knocked on an amber door with a silver plaque that read "H. Oly Angel".


When they entered they found themselves in a bright white office room, in which a shiny table rose, behind which a somewhat plump angel was sitting and telephoning.


"Then tell this Lucifer that he can cross me one day. CROSSWAYS!"bellowed the bellied wing-bearer and slammed the phone down.


His gaze fell on the two young figures in front of him and he put on a smile.


"Oh, that was just Cerberus again. This stupid fool has been doing telephone terror for a few weeks because his master absolutely wants to destroy the world, but needs a form for it."


The two angels just nodded and after he asked them to sit down in the two armchairs provided.


"And so you are the two former inner voices of these two people, what was their name again?"


"Son-Goku and Bulma.", One of the two people spoke in between.


"Yes, that's exactly what they were. Now the reason why I asked you guys is that you have to go down again."


"What? Why? We have done our job down there."


"Exactly. The two came together and there was nothing more in our contract."


"Well, then you should have read the fine print.It says there that you are also responsible for always maintaining this love. The whole love life of both of them. "


"So? As far as I can remember, the two are inseparable."


The two flutter men leaned forward and looked the fat man in the eye.


"Well, three days ago we received a threatening letter from Discordia, the goddess of discord. In it she demanded to get more vacation, which of course she was not allowed. So she pumped her sister Fortuna, the mistress of fate, and it managed that she can play a little with the love bonds in the world. Unfortunately, she has chosen your two hearts. She is planning something. We just don't know what. Well, and now Cupid is hanging on my neck. "


"And just because you don't give this stupid battle goddess a vacation, can we now float around as disembodied fog tassels again?" One of the two angels asked angrily.

"This is how it looks. Of course you will get a hefty reward."


"Lord God again, I spit on the reward!"


A huge murmur echoed through the room, everything trembled.


"Man, our boss doesn't like to swear by his name. You can be happy that he got his new mini golf club today. Otherwise you'd be poor. Just like with Michael Jackson. The guy once said that God tweeted his songs for him and hissed, he just produced flops. "


"God plays mini-golf?"


"Yes, even with passion. But now hush hush. You can hand your grand piano to Gabriele at the reception." ......................




Goku blinked and yawned a bit when he was awakened by the rays of the sun. He stretched his left arm and was about to raise his right arm when he noticed that something was lying on him. Anyone better said. Goku grinned when he felt Bulma's delicate and fragile body snuggled close to his.Her back hugged his chest and her head rested on his arm. Her warm and soft skin still electrified him. And the scent of vanilla that emanated from her hair rose pleasantly into his nose. Suddenly the thoughts of getting up were further away than ever. In general, even a slight movement didn't seem possible to him at the moment. He just wanted to lie there and breathe her scent, feel her skin and listen to the quiet, steady breaths that came from her slightly open mouth.


It had been five months since Bulma had pressed him against the wall in the hallway and prevented him from leaving. To fly away forever. He had never regretted staying here. On the contrary, the time here was the happiest he had ever known. But they had no idea what was being prepared for them up there.


When the Saiyajin (sorry Karolin, but I am sure of your criticism * g *) lifted his head a little and looked at her cute face, this tingling overcame him again.Each time it started in the stomach and then spread over his whole body. He cautiously approached her neck with his mouth. Very lightly he drew his lips over the skin and breathed his warm breath on her neck. With a grin he noticed that she got goosebumps. Still, she seemed to be asleep. But he knew what to do to wake her up without risking a fit of rage.


While he continued kissing her neck and opening himself to her mouth, his hand, which had been on her stomach until then, pushed deeper and deeper. When it was deep enough, Bulma opened her eyes with a slight sigh and grinned mischievously when she felt Goku's warm and demanding lips on her chin.


She took his hand from its most intimate place, turned to him and smiled at him.


"Wake up so early?" She asked in a sugar-sweet voice and brushed a few strands of hair back from his face.


"How am I supposed to sleep when you're lying next to me.Then I don't want to sleep, but something completely different. ", he replied with a cheeky grin and kissed her a little hesitantly.


"Oh, yes? And what?" Replied Bulma with mock ignorance.


"I think I'd rather show you. I've never been particularly good at explaining," he breathed and now she couldn't hold back from each other. Goku nibbled her lower lip gently and let his tongue play wildly with hers. Then he pulled his head back slightly so that it couldn't reach him. And every time she stepped forward with her head, he backed away again.


Just as she was getting slightly angry and with one last, courageous push forward, she lost her balance and landed on his chest. And then she finally had his lips again, pressed hotly against hers.


When he took off her nightgown, Bulma knew that it was going to be a long morning and that breakfast would have to wait a little longer, but hey, the first meal of the day wasn't that important either.At least there were more important things to do for them at the moment ..................




A while later the two of them were in the shower together. The almost boiling water pattered down on them like a monsoon, blowing a thick mist through the air. Goku pulled Bulma close and kissed her neck while she rummaged through his wet, wild, jet black hair from behind. She felt his toned body nestle so close to hers that they almost became one. Bulma's eyes fell on the shower gel bottle that was on a shelf in the corner of the shower. She grinned insidiously and reached for the blue, curved plastic bottle, with the colorful glitter ribbon around it, which touted the brand name. She unscrewed the screw cap behind Goku's back and then slowly let the ice-cold stuff slide down the same. Goku shivered and gave a slight gasp.


"You, little, naughty beast!", He breathed and glared at her.

"Do I have to be punished now?" She asked lasciviously and began to rub the blue stuff on his back.


"And how!", He grinned and pressed it against the wall of the shower cubicle, which wasn't particularly warm either. Bulma shivered and got goose bumps. Just as the Saiyajin stood just under a millimeter in front of her face and opened his mouth slightly, the doorbell rang from the corridor.


Both looked up in surprise. Who could that be? And whoever it was, why had to call now?


Goku turned off the shower head and dried it off first, while Bulma just swung a towel around her hips and then marched out of the bathroom. Her still wet and clumsy feet left traces on the white marble floor and with every step she was accompanied by a loud splash.


The constant and annoying struggle led them to Son-Goku's former room, which now, since the two shared a room, has been declared a guest room.

She was a little startled when she saw that it was again the black telephone on the also dark desk that called for her. She immediately felt uneasy. This ominous thing had only rung twice before, although all eight phones in the Capsule Corp. passed through a connection. It never rang when the others rang. And the two times it rang, the other devices had been silent. Just like now. She only noticed it after thinking about it. Again, only the pitch-black phone rang that stood in front of her, like a black panther, just before he jumped at his victim.


She picked up the receiver with trembling fingers. So far this part had only announced bad news. The first time it was the phone call that caused Son-Goku to run away, the second was from her aunt Sezuna, who