had told her less than a week ago that her other aunt Zampo was in the hospital because of a cancerous ulcer.What would be lurking for them at the other end this time?


A psycho killer who would ask her the famous "What is your favorite horror movie?" Question?


"Hello?" She asked carefully into the receiver, which felt as cold and lifeless as a snake.


"Bulma? Hello, dear, it's me, Aunt Sezuna. How are you and your sweetheart?", It echoed in her ears. A stone fell from her heart. It wasn't a psychopath or a hospital worker, it was just her aunt Sezuna. She spoke, as always, in a cheerful, always cheerful tone, which made even the worst matters sound nice with her.


"Hello, Aunt Sezuna, nice that you call. I'm fine and so is Son Goku."


"Well, I'm happy. Then I'll have my three nephews soon!"


"Aunt, don't always talk rubbish like that. We've only been together for five months and besides, I only want two children." Bulma blushed slightly.


"But kid, you are my only hope.Your cousin Mijjiro makes no move to find a husband. And, if I remember correctly, on my last visit you were hanging on his lips as if it were the only way to breathe. "


"Oh, aunt, you always make me so embarrassed."


"Well, that's fine. I'm actually calling because of sad news."


Bulma's heart began to race. So it was cursed after all. That diabolical thing would bring bad news again.


"What's going on?" She asked timidly.


Son Goku went to the open door. He had put on his combat suit and was rubbing his hair dry with a towel.


"It's about Aunt Zampo. She died last night. Quite peacefully, says the doctor."


Bulma was a little sad, but she couldn't say that it really hit her. Zampo had always been the person Bulma got along with the least of her family, with the exception of her daughter.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you calling about the beer ..?"


"No, no, that's already organized. It's more about that you could do me a little favor."


"Which would be?"


"Couldn't you put your cousin Nazumi in with you for a week. She has no home after her mother's death."


"Of course I can, that's the least I can do."


"Really? Oh, thanks, dear. She's arriving at your place this afternoon. And thanks again, bye."


"Bye."


Bulma hung up the phone and then stared at Goku for help. He immediately recognized that something was wrong and approached her.


"Is what?" He asked gently, putting an arm on her shoulder.


Bulma fell around his neck and literally clutched him.


Housing Nazumi wasn't that easy after all. First of all, Nazumi wasn't actually the daughter of Zampo, but of Zampo's second husband Kuno.So she was just like a stepcousin. Still, Bulma and Nazumi couldn't stand death. The main reason was that Nazumi had apparently made it her life's work to take everything away from Bulma that was dear to her. It started with the fact that when they were both eight or nine years old, she used to steal Bulma's toys. Every time after a visit from dear Nazumi, a teddy bear, a computer game or a CD was missing. Mrs. Briefs always said that it was just his material things and that Nazumi from home was very poor. Bulma had seemed plausible and logical as a child, but then became bold as a teen. Every friend, including Jamchu, was stripped of hers by Nazumi. Sometimes she could literally see how it penetrated the boys' heads and destroyed every thought of Bulma in them in order to replace them with herself. Only one thing had never worked and she was just clinging to that.And in all honesty, Bulma feared that Goku wouldn't be able to withstand Nazumi's charms either.


"Oh, my aunt Zampo died tonight.", She sobbed, although in reality she had almost forgotten that.


"I'm sorry."


He caressed her head tenderly and kissed her forehead. Bulma could only smile. But every time he also managed to give her protection and warmth, even in the worst situations.


"It's okay. And by the way, we're getting a guest."


"Oh, yes? Who?"


"My cousin Nazumi comes by and lives with us for a week. You don't mind, do you?"


Please, let him mind, anything, PLEASE.


"No, as far as I'm concerned, your cousin can come here. Besides your parents and your aunt Sezuna, I hardly know anyone from your family."


Believe me, you don't even want to get to know her.


"Okay, then everything is fine. I'll go back to the bathroom and freshen up."

She walked down the hall and felt a little sick. So it was clear. Her cousin slash arch rival Nazumi would come here and relax her boyfriend again.


NO!


This time she won't make it. This time I will defend myself ....................






Just as the black phone from hell had prophesied, the doorbell rang at around five o'clock. Bulma straightened her jeans and top, took a deep breath and then marched towards the gray rectangle through which the horror would slip through in a few seconds.


Son-Goku came out of the gravity room and wiped his forehead before he joined her and then she opened the portal of horror.


The unspeakable evil turned out to be a pretty young girl Bulma's age with light blonde hair and poison green eyes. She had put on a crooked smile and greeted her cousin with almost frightening joy.

"Bulma, how are you? Haven't seen you in ages. I'm so happy!"


Nazumi fell around her neck and kissed her left and right on the cheek.


Bulma was about to answer when she realized with horror that Nazumi's gaze had now fallen on Goku.


"And who is this cute guy here?" She asked and was about to hook up with him.


"This is my friend, Son-Goku!", She shouted and managed at the last second to push the Saiyajin to the side so that Nazumi reached into nothing.


"Aha, so you're Son-Goku. I've heard a lot from you, only good things are of course. Nice to meet you. I'm Nazumi Saotome."


She held out her hand to him.


"Nice to meet you, Nazumi!", Goku replied and returned the handshake, Bulma getting an expression on her face as if he could catch Ebola as a result.


"And where without me now?" .....................................







A little bit exhausted, Bulma came into the kitchen, where Son-Goku was playing with Mr. Briefs' black and noseless cat. She had put Nazumi in the guest room and was now just groggy.


"What do you have?", Goku asked and put the sleek little animal on the floor.


"Oh, I'm just a little tired, nothing more."


"I don't mean that."


"What then?"


"I want to know what's wrong with you and your cousin."


"What about the two of us?"


Goku got up and walked towards her.


"Now listen, I can tell that something is wrong, I'll see that. What's going on?"


He stood right in front of her and studied her with piercing eyes.


"Oh, it's that ..........."


"That what?"


"I'm afraid that she'll take you off me."


No sooner had the words faded away than Bulma cursed them too.


She was all the more astonished when he grinned at her and glared at her with his eyes, from which an almost infinite love shone, just for her.

"That's all? Don't worry about that."


"That's what my other friends said and then ..."


"But it's different with me. I belong only to you and only you have a few special rights with me."


Bulma just had to smile.


"So and what would that be?"


"For example, that you are the only one who is allowed to touch me here.", He breathed with a cheeky grin, while he put her hand on his bum.


Bulma blushed.


"Well, well, that's nothing special."


“You can do it even if I'm not wearing anything.” He grinned mischievously and gently brushed his lips against her mouth.


"And what other privileges do I have?"


"I think you'll find out soon enough."


He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, where he then showed her all kinds of special rights ........






The next morning, Bulma woke up on his chest. She stretched and grinned when she felt his strong arms around her.A slight sigh came from her lips and she snuggled really up against him. Now he too woke up and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead.


"Well, slept well?", He asked and now kissed her on the mouth.


"I always like to sleep with you.", She replied and returned the kiss.


They cuddled for a while, then the Saiyajin got up and made his way towards the kitchen.


Bulma was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt, while the little black cat that came running into the room poked and growled around her feet.


"Yes, I'll do something for you right away.", She said when her gaze fell on the only ajar door. A shadow passed by at lightning speed. Almost at the same moment she heard Goku gasp and then something fall to the ground.


She got up quickly and stormed into the hallway. Goku lay dazed on the floor and rubbed his head.


"Oh, God, are you okay?" She asked, kneeling next to him.

It was with panic that she saw how he looked at her with expressionless and confused eyes. The sparkle was gone and there was no trace of this inexhaustible love either.


And when he thumped this three-word question at her, it hit her like a truck.


She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to believe what she was hearing.


But it was like that. He really and truly sat in front of her on the floor and asked her:


"Who are you?"




Sequel follows! If anyone wants that!