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It boggled her mind how things turned out the way they did, instead of the way she planned. Her mind reeled with nostalgia as the sights of suburban houses and tall skyscrapers were replaced with woodland landscape to rolling hills.

Hours passed as she drove further into the vicinity she had mapped out where she met the boy, long ago. Making extra sure not to hit a stray rock or a tree, the man-made trail placed in the mountain was hardly the best to drive uphill but she had little choice.

It wasn't until she thought she missed her goal that a passing deer raced by her car, missing the fender by inches. What she didn't miss was a blurring figure of orange and black, causing her head to nearly ram into the steering wheel as her whole body lurched forward with the car.

The audible crack of metal meeting body caused her breath to hitch and her eyes to widen. Unbuckling quickly, she stepped out of her vehicle in a mad scramble to see what she just struck.

When she caught sight of a grown man on his haunches, laughing sheepishly, she couldn't help but gape then glare angrily. Sorry," Goku apologized lightheartedly as he stood upright, dusting himself off from hitting the ground.

Pointing forward then to the dented hood of her car, he explained readily, "I was just racing this deer I found in the woods.

I didn't figure anyone would drive up here so I was sticking lower to the ground in order to catch up. I guess I should have payed closer attention, huh?

Had this been absolutely anyone else, a car crash would probably have killed them, or at least left them with some very nasty scars.

Only Goku could walk such a thing off, and rather than be angry, she found herself laughing weakly in exasperation.

Wiping a small, laughter-induced tear from her eye, she walked over to Goku, smiling. Rather than be angry that he'd been hit by her car, he found it amusing; refreshing, even, given how they'd met like this for the first time several years ago.

Then again, you've never stopped. I always manage to squeeze some training in when I've got the time," Goku sheepishly chuckled.

After a few moments of him looking to her, to the ruined vehicle, and down to the ground, his gaze slowly returned back to Bulma as he shuffled his feet apprehensively, "So, since you went through the trouble of coming up here We haven't seen each other in awhile, and I can give you something to eat.

Bulma cast a glance at her car; the entire front of the vehicle was totaled, bent inwards as if she'd collided with a tree instead of a human.

Walking towards the mangled vehicle, she moved her hands along the sides until she found a button; pressing it, the vehicle reverted, with a loud POP!

Turning back around with the collapsed vehicle in hand, she nodded with sheepish agreement, though suppressed a smile for the thoughts that followed, " My car may be The strange duo proceeded to walk down the forested path that led towards the upper half of Mt.

Civilization was the furthest thing from this remote wilderness, but this had always been Goku's preference. Even after having garnered some social skills and intelligence during his training with Kami and Mr.

Popo, Goku had to admit, he liked a hermit kind of life much better than that of the bustling city. It even started out like this, didn't it?

But, despite the similarities, there were a few differences. Now, Goku was more than willing to welcome Bulma to come back with him, while he did it as a child out of obligation, and Bulma was walking alongside Goku now, acting like the friend she was, rather than keeping pace with him from behind, as if avoiding him.

They reached a small clearing, and Bulma recognized the building almost at once. Standing in front of her was a small, red-brick hut, with a pointed, blue-tile roof that could only have been the hut Goku used to live in with his grandfather.

Figuring that he didn't, she came to the conclusion that his modest lifestyle was more due to ignorance than anything noble, but it didn't wipe the smile off her face.

Bulma followed, and noted it was more or less the same as it was when she first met Goku. The entire hut was still dimly lit, with only modest furnishings; Goku had made minor changes to the furniture after his return to the building, switching out the dresser for a larger one, and there even seemed to be a chair, a slightly longer bed, but this was the limit of Goku's feng shui.

Even in the dimly lit gloom of the hut, Bulma saw a familiar gleam that caught her eye — after all, it was a gleam that she and Goku had dedicated time of their lives to find.

Walking over to the dresser, she gently picked up the source of the glowing light. You actually went back out and found your grandfather's heirloom ball?

While it didn't hurt, there was a sharp sting to remind him that the metal monstrosities her family creates still packed a punch.

The Dragon Radar was a mechanical device that tracked the faint, electromagnetic pulse given off by the Dragon Balls, and gave the owner its precise location.

So, I keep them in the drawer. To anyone else, it could be the gateway to immortality, riches or as Bulma had hoped when she was a teenager, the perfect boyfriend but to Goku, it was part of something much bigger.

He considered his grandfather's soul to reside in that sphere, and even after having met his grandfather's soul during a tournament, he still kept the sphere for sentimentality.

Looking around the dimly lit, one-room hut, Bulma figured some renovations were in order. I know you're comfortable with a moderate lifestyle, but you haven't done much in rearranging a hut.

I think a woman's touch could help you brighten this place up. Besides, it's nothing I can't handle when I get around to it. Persistence was, after all, her forte.

I can show you the ropes. Before Goku could so much as refuse this offer as well, his stomach spoke for him and gave its answer in the form of a large, squelching growl.

Goku and Bulma were briefly stunned into silence before they doubled over laughing. Because of that, Bulma would happily take him up on the offer.

Just moments ago, she'd asked Goku what they'd be eating, and given she let his deer escape when she collided with him while driving, they had to opt for a different meal.

True to form, Goku suggested fish, and Bulma had agreed wholeheartedly It didn't take as long as Bulma expected for Goku to make it back up the cliff.

There was a sploshing sound as Goku broke the surface of the river, landing neatly onto the cliff, holding a giant, squirming fish above his head, chuckling in a very pleased manner.

The water dripping down Goku's body drew Bulma's attention to his toned, muscular figure, and she couldn't help but blush a very deep crimson, shiftily averting her gaze, only to sneak glances back towards Goku again.

Holding the squirming fish triumphantly over his spiky head, he laughed as his catch began to slowly stop squirming as it tired itself out. This'll make for a good meal, won't it?

They didn't budge. The gears turned in Bulma's head, clicking and turning as she remembered precisely why she couldn't lift the garments off the rocky ground; they were weighted clothing.

Whatever material Kami had made Goku's gi from, it wasn't something Bulma would be moving even a centimeter off the ground. Seeing Bulma needed assistance, Goku dropped the fish — it feebly flopped again, as if still trying to make it back to the river — and knelt down to pick up the gi himself.

Without bothering to think about controlling his strength, Goku lifted his clothes towards himself as if they were made of cotton. In doing so, however, Goku pulled slightly too hard.

Rather than taking the clothes out of Bulma's grip as he intended, Goku had pulled Bulma directly into his broad chest.

Such proximity was highly mortifying; her arms and face were pressed into his torso, and Bulma could feel his warmth. She pushed herself away quickly, fidgeting, causing Goku to flash her a confused look.

Standing directly outside Grandpa Gohan's brick hut, Bulma was rolling up her sleeves as Goku dropped the fish onto the soft grass. Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a thick, white and yellow case.

Opening it up revealed multiple Hoi-Poi Capsules of differing numeric designations; each one of them was a capsulized camping supply.

He'd seen them multiple times before, but they'd always astounded him how city folk managed to fit things like cars and houses into such small containers.

You could at least call them by their nickname, 'DynoCaps' if you can't pronounce the actual name. Casually, she tossed the Hoi-Poi Capsule towards the ground.

With a loud POP! Inspecting it, Goku found things he recognized; flatware, pots, pans, and things he didn't. I don't like being the one to test the prototypes.

So we'll be combining my flavoring methods with outdoor cooking. Goku eagerly accepted the offer; perhaps learning to cook wouldn't be so difficult, if it was going to use the methods he already knew.

As Goku busied himself with setting the campfire, Bulma concentrated on the monster of a fish in front of her. While she hadn't done anything this grisly in awhile, her work in her dad's laboratory or various medical classes she took in college prepared her for this.

Taking a sharp knife she began cutting away the scales, meticulous in shearing away the hardened exterior of the behemoth catch of Goku's.

After a handful of minutes passed when she felt content she scraped away the scales, she used another knife to cut off the various fins aligned on the fish's body to make the gutting process easier.

After nearly six fins were piled next to her feet, she grabbed one gill and began gouging out the various parts buried within.

Once finished doing the other side, she took an especially sharp knife and sawed open its underbelly, burying her hand into its gut to pull out the loose innards lying against the bone.

By the time she finished removing the essentials, she sighed with relief, eagerly reaching for a towel she kept to clean herself of the grime and ichor of the whole process.

Casting aside the towel, she went to go check on Goku, and saw he'd completed his task already and had simply been watching her own progress.

Next to Goku was a large fire proportioned in size to be able to sufficiently cook such a large fish — crackling in the middle of a circle of stones.

Oh just come on," Bulma had no words to express any irritation, or perhaps she couldn't. Goku's simple attitude was part of his charm, and he might have just thought she was doing well enough on her own that watching was all he needed to do.

After instructing Goku to meticulously turn the fish every few minutes to ensure even cooking on all sides, she collapsed next to the fire, placing her hands over it.

It wasn't truly cold, but the action gave her something to do. Despite being a girl who worked with machinery for a hobby, dealing with outdoor cooking truly seemed to tire her out.

A cheerful laugh escaped Goku's throat as he looked over at Bulma. You tend to get used to this, though. Grandpa used to do the cooking before he died; after that, I had to learn, so I'm used to it now.

Waving her off with a smile, Goku shook his head. Grandpa died when I was still a kid. I didn't really know what to think at the time.

And I've seen him since then; he's doing pretty well — despite being, well, dead. I got to meet new teachers, new friends, and I was able to see the world.

That's something Grandpa wanted for me for the longest time; at least, I think so. He was far from rude, but he had always been simple. Words like those never usually left his mouth, but at the same time, they formed a smile on her face.

Going on that journey with you changed me forever. I started out as a prissy little girl who couldn't bear to be without the comforts of house and home for five seconds.

I'd say I even had a selfish, arrogant streak, if only a little. Shove it! I made it all the way to the mountains just to find you, and I'm fresh from gutting a fish.

Both Goku and Bulma started to laugh once they realized something they hadn't both noticed before; they were of mutual benefit to each other.

Being around one another seemed to improve them in various ways they never noticed until it was brought up.

Lost in their own little world, it was only when the smell of fish had truly filled the air that they aid attention to anything else.

On Bulma's direction, Goku removed the fish from the fire. Placing the mouth-water fish out on a cloth, Bulma cracked her knuckles.

When savory slabs were lain out, Bulma grabbed a few sets of spices from another set of Capsules; Hickory, Chili, and Honey glaze, and lectured Goku in how to properly flavor the meat with them.

It didn't take long for them to dig into the smorgasbord that was the cooked Paozu tuna. While Bulma was satisfied with sampling a few different flavored slices of the aquatic meat, Goku took hearty helpings all for himself.

She just hoped that it was a substantial amount of food for the man, as she was the one to bear witness of how hungry an eater he was when he was a kid; he had ate out the entirety of tournament's kitchens with ease, being compared to an army of one with how much his belly could hold.

But the spiky haired man did anything but complain. He thanked Bulma fervently at the delicious taste added to the dinner they shared, glad he could have it with good company.

She too missed the opportunity of spending time with friends outside of her dad's coworkers within Capsule Corp. Even the slight chill the crisp mountain air and the natural descent into darkness the mountainside had was enough to tickle her nostalgia, making the trip all the more worth the effort of traveling here.

Sensing the light's diminishing rays peeking through the wooded horizon, Goku stood up after politely piling the dish he used next to the rest of the cooking utensils.

Inhaling deeply, he rubbed his stomach with happiness, chuckling happily as he looked at his friend finish her helping's last crumbs, "Boy, Bulma!

I've had a lot of fish over the years but that tasted incredible! You really should show me more how to cook like this; that way, I can always feel this great after an awesome meal!

Taking a glance at the orange rays bleeding through the woodland expanse, she knew that it was only a matter of time before night fully befell their midst.

Reaching into her jacket, she fumbled for the right capsule as she said with resignation, "well, I'll take that offer up tomorrow and maybe we can try some other wilderness gourmet to be given the ol' Bulma touch.

Just let me get out my sleeping bag and tent so I can be ready for that-". It's spacious enough that I think you could be comfortable.

And it beats sleeping under a tent, right? Bulma's face, for the second time in a single day, went a stark red beneath the head of purple hued hair.

The implications of what Goku offered so casually struck a chord of embarrassment she had rarely had since she was much younger.

Hands reached up to cover her face, her head shaking back and forth, causing a look of dubious confusion to cross her childhood companion's eyes, "I-I-I can't i-i-impose like that, S-S-Son!

I-I-I mean That's silly for you to say," Goku laughed it off, finding it funny how his friend acted so flustered at the idea of sharing the same bed.

He was worried he might squash her or push her off the cot, knowing how he often was a bit of a restless sleeper.

Let alone what he had been taught by Kami, it wouldn't be a very polite thing to do to a young lady. I don't mind, really. I just wanted you to have a comfy bed for a night, is all.

She glared into her palms for a few seconds, a little angry at herself for assuming that such a thing would happen between them.

She wondered whenever her helpless romantic side would learn to grow up. Pulling her hands down, she composed herself enough to smile appreciatively at Goku, causing him to smile back with relief.

As soon as their conversation was over, night had descended upon the forest of Mount Paozu. A hail of crickets and crescendo of other nocturnal sounds began to swell in the backdrop while the pair entered the hut.

True enough to the Turtle Schooler's word, he had stashed a rolled up futon that almost doubled as a sleeping bag with how compact it was stashed within the large cabinet holding his clothes.

As he unrolled it, Bulma took the opportunity to quickly unpack a capsuled batch of clothes she stashed away for changing.

Despite being comfortable that Goku didn't possess a leering bone in his body, she still felt apprehensive of catching his gaze as her matured body was briefly unclothed for the moments she got into a Capsule Corp logo'd pair of pajamas.

By the time she was finished dressing up, Goku turned on his heel and smiled pleased at Bulma. For a moment, it looked like something in his eyes told her he wanted to say something, but it didn't take long for him to discourage the thought.

Shaking his head, he almost whispered, "Good night, Bulma," as he laid onto his unfolded sleeping mattress. The surprisingly clean quilt was quite comfortable, and she suspected that it was replaced to fit his larger frame; it practically smothered her as she pulled it over herself.

Placing her head against the simple packed pillow, she squirmed as she tried to find a perfect posture for resting.

When she settled on a spot, she found herself staring at Goku, back facing her while his body rose and fell gently with every deep breath.

She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking at that moment that he didn't bring himself to say, but she guessed it was something he'd bring up sooner or later.

Content with asking about it tomorrow, her bright blue eyes slowly closed as she attempted to attain some sleep after a considerably long day.

Author Notes: LastationLover: And it's done! This is the first installment of a new series I'll be working on with fellow author, Demodu20!

I've long since disagreed with Goku and Chi-Chi. I don't see Chi-Chi as a proper wife or even a proper mother. Don't think I'm character bashing, but I don't actually see her as loving Goku or Gohan.

Goku's 'marriage' to Chi-Chi always felt hollow; as if she used Goku for sex, security, and the provision of a child, and nothing more.

And even Gohan seemed to be more a project she wanted to tinker with, not a son she wanted to love. So I want to take the story in a different direction, and Demod agreed.

But since we're both busy people, writing our own series, we came up with a wild idea. Two heads are better than one, right?

And yet, two is nice but three is better, no? So we brought in our friend, Firegod00, as editor-in-chief. Demod and I write a half of the chapter each and in the case of being unable to finish, we'll pass it off one another and thus, that way, it frees the other up to continue writing their own projects unimpeded, while Fire will handle all of the proofreading, a job Demod himself usually handles on my works.

This is the first time I've done a project like this, and I hope it succeeds! I also want to ensure everyone that reads the Erased Chronicles that this story won't interfere with it.

Demod and I have settled on a "one-every-two-months" update for this story, so I can focus on my main projects as well. As always, I have a few language related things to explain.

The terms I use for the Dragon Balls are the terms provided by the localized English manga. I believe they're Chinese, but I'd rather not state it with such self-assurance I put my foot in my mouth.

Also, I'd like to extend a thanks to the DeviantArt user karoine for being a small part of this project as well, providing the story's cover art; a very generous accepting of my request.

Her Deviant Home Page is located here; please check out her work and once again, thank you for the provision! Demod Hello everybody!

This is probably the first time I get to share my thoughts on another profile other than my own. Huge honor being able to be part of this project so I just want to take some time to thank my friend Lastation.

If he wasn't taking part in this project, I wouldn't have been so enthusiastic for it. Bulma, to me, has always been a very important part to the series Dragon Ball and its successor, DBZ.

She provided a very human and relatable experience for us during her and Goku's adventures throughout both series.

While her role sadly diminished in DBZ, I'd like to think if it wasn't for her, Goku wouldn't be a hero not just for Earth but for the whole Galaxy.

They make the best pair and duo of either series, and this story is cemented proof that both myself and two others believe the same.

The things we have planned will definitely go beyond simply changing the romantic coupling. I won't spoil anything in case people want to be surprised, but I will say you'll be in for one wild surprise after another.

When we're done, your perspective of DBZ will be changed hopefully in a radical and drastic way that will leave you in awe.

And until the next update, I'll see you all next time after we've written another amazing Chapter! Story Story Writer Forum Community.

On a fated day, Goku chose not to fulfill a promise he had no grasp of making or what it meant. Since then, a powerful bond begins to be made aware to himself and his childhood friend, Bulma.

With an uncertain future opened before them, what will become of their friends, enemies and those surrounding them? Find out, in Heart of the Adventurers!

Age , June 5th It had been another long day for the daughter of the brilliant Dr. Nothing, as per usual.

Did you not have a good time? Briefs asked with a frown. Briefs cheekily remarked with a mustached grin. Goku grinned. The proposal to go find a good meal always got him excited.

Just let me get out my sleeping bag and tent so I can be ready for that-" "Actually," Goku responded readily, waving a free arm at the hut with a smile, "I think you can always sleep in my bed.

Bulma and Son Goku 2. He had won the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai, defeating Goku on a technicality. However, the next year, he had been surprisingly defeated by Tien.

And then, he had died trying to stop King Piccolo. The same King Piccolo who had been later killed by Goku. It can't be easy. He must have spent decades as the strongest person in the world.

And now, he might 4th or 5th. But Bulma also saw the pride and joy in Roshi's face. But to know that your lessons have been learned as well as they have by 3 brilliant students, isn't that what being a sensei is all about?

At this point, I think I know him well enough to know that he'll keep training no matter what happens in some silly tournament.

It's what he lives for! Bulma couldn't help but smile at that. Yeah, that sounds about right. I don't think Goku has any room in his brain for anything but fighting and training.

Oh, and eating, I suppose. Bulma's thoughts were broken by the cry of a young girl nearby. Looking over, she saw the girl chasing after a helium balloon that had escaped her.

Luckily, it had gotten stuck in a tree. Bulma walked over to the girl, the rest of the group following behind her. She didn't see any sign of parents around.

Probably too busy drinking or talking to notice their daughter running off after her balloon. Bulma looked more closely at the girl.

She was clearly upset, tears just visible on her face in the pouring rain. Bulma felt her heart melt a little. Poor thing, she has to be freezing, too.

The girl looked up at Bulma. She couldn't have been more than 6. Kami, who lets a child this young run off on their own?

The girl nodded shyly at Bulma, clearly nervous, but also hopeful that this grown up would help her. Damn right I will!

Bulma reached out for the stray balloon, but it remained agonizingly just out of her grasp. Hmm, Launch isn't any taller than I am, Roshi is shorter, and Oolong is even short… hold on a second!

Bulma turned to her companions. The pig furrowed his brow in annoyance. If you can't reach it, how in the world do you expect me to be able to do it?

Bulma cocked her head, mildly annoyed. Couldn't you, like, turn into a ladder or something? Oolong looked up at his umbrella, an irritated look on his face.

You want me to turn into a ladder so you can walk all over me? Not sure I would make a very good ladder!

Bulma felt her temper beginning to rise. You'd be more valuable to us as bacon! There was no way she was going to leave without getting this girl her balloon!

Her eyes fixed onto the bright blue fur of Puar. She suddenly smiled brightly. How about you, Puar? The small creature looked slightly ashamed.

Transformation just makes me bigger, not heavier or stronger. Just because I turn into a ladder doesn't mean I would be able to support all your weight…" Realization suddenly struck Puar, his eyes going wide and his face losing all color.

Bulma's face turned red and she suddenly found herself shouting in absolute fury, her temper boiling over in a flash.

Puar quickly took cover behind Oolong, looking to escape Bulma's wrath in panic. I didn't mean anything! Because I'll have you know I happen to have a very delicate figure!

Bulma knew she was massively overreacting. But Puar had hit one of her trigger buttons. Bulma was very self-conscious about her weight.

Hell, Bulma knew she had even lost a little weight recently, what with forgetting meals while working on her scientific projects.

Not that they needed to know that…. Master Roshi's head suddenly popped up from where it had been previously held in deep thought.

Bulma turned to her friends' old sensei, cocking her head to the side. Bulma was just about ready to agree, when a thought passed through her mind. Yeah, he'll give me boost all right Bulma thought darkly.

She gave the old pervert a baleful glare. He began to back away slowly. Eh, maybe? I'm the one she threatened to make into breakfast earlier!

The trio began to argue amongst themselves, with Launch still behind them, concerned at how quickly things seemed to have gotten out of hand. Bulma continued to stew, her mind racing, frustrated by the fact that she couldn't quite reach the balloon.

Ugh, why is everyone so useless!? Damn it, where are Tien or Yamcha when you really need them? Hell, I would even take Goku. I bet he could use his Power Pole, at least, even if he would be too short to reach it.

Her mind was so focused on finding a solution that she never even noticed when a tall figure stopped behind her, reached up, and grabbed the balloon from where it was stuck on the branch.

When the figure spoke, she was caught completely off-guard. Bulma quickly turned around, and saw before her a tall young man dressed in a blue tunic shirt and a pale yellow gi.

His face was covered by an umbrella, but Bulma had a sneaking suspicion that it would prove quite pleasant to look at, judging by the jawline she could see under the umbrella.

There was a sash around his chest, which appeared to be holding a staff on the young man's back. Huh, that staff almost looks like… Nah, it must just be imagination.

Meanwhile, Oolong, Puar and Master Roshi had finally stopped their squabbling and also turned to face the newcomer. Bulma at first started to answer in the negative, but something about the way the young man was standing sparked a level of familiarity in Bulma.

Why do I feel like I've meet him before? The man laughed. It was bright and clear, and intensely pleasant, filled with warmth and obvious affection, completely void of meanness and mockery.

I've only heard one person laugh like that, Bulma thought, but… it couldn't be…. How could I possibly forget my oldest friend?

Where are Krillin and the others? I was hoping to see them before the tournament starts! It can't be anyone else! It has to be….

The rest of group gave shocked exclamations at Bulma's pronouncement, but Bulma felt quite certain she was correct. For the first time, she heard a slight hesitation in the young man's voice.

Who else would I be? But how? He hadn't grown a single inch in all our adventures together before! Bulma thought, remembering the boy she had come to know so well.

She felt a slight tug at her pants. Bulma looked down, and saw the little girl looking up at here with an expectant expression on his face.

Now, go find your parents, okay? The drops into the puddles around her seemed to be slowing down. As the finally stopped, he withdrew his umbrella.

For the first time, Bulma could see him clearly. The first thing that stood out was, well, the hair. Bulma took a moment to fully appraise her old friend's new appearance.

He… he really grew up! He had grown significantly in the past three years. If she had to guess, he was probably taller than Yamcha now, though she suspected Tien might still have an inch or two on him.

The muscles on his arms were wiry, but taut and toned attractively. Bulma looked into her friend's face, and when she did, her breath caught in her chest.

Her first instinct about the looks of the young man had been correct. Goku had developed into a remarkably handsome man.

His face no longer carried the softness of youth. His cheeks and jaw were well-defined and striking. But it's his eyes… Bulma thought, his eyes are still filled with the innocence and life that he had as a child.

Tears began running down her face, but her face broke into a massive smile as Bulma charged toward the young man. Goku gave a grunt of surprise as the woman collided with him with surprising force.

This feels…strange , Bulma thought as she spun through the air in Goku's arms. Being held in Goku's embrace… it was a feeling she never expected to feel.

From the day they had met, Bulma had always been taller. But, it also seems right, she thought. Goku's arms were strong, his embrace warm.

Bulma wanted him to never let go. Her eyes locked with his for a moment, and Bulma felt a surge travel through her body, an electricity like she had never felt before.

Goku stopped spinning, but continued to hold her for a moment, almost as if he didn't want the moment to end either.

Bulma was the first to speak. Slowly the pair broke away from the embrace. Bulma could feel the heat in her cheeks from a furious blush. Oh, Kami, what in the world was that?

I mean, sure I missed him, but that was… a little excessive. She suddenly saw Goku's gaze focused on her face, a concerned look on his face.

What is he looking at? What happened?! Let me wipe it off! Goku moved forward with his thumb to wipe the lipstick off Bulma's face.

And instantly, Bulma's temper was re-triggered. Bulma sighed, still irritated at the denseness of the man who just absolutely proved he was Goku, but also at herself.

Really, Bulma? You just had a lovely if odd moment with him, and now you are already biting his head off because he didn't know what lipstick is?

Lipstick is something girls wear to make themselves look pretty. Goku got a confused look on his face. Why would you need to wear something like that?

Bulma felt herself begin blushing again. He thinks I'm pretty? Why does that thought make me so happy? Master Roshi walked up beside her, and gave Goku an appraising look.

Looks like you finally grew up a bit, eh? Goku began scratching his head in the way he always did. I sure did! It happened a few months into training with Kami!

As the others began crowding around Goku, Bulma began to consider her reaction to Goku's return. What is going on?

Why am I acting like I am with Goku? I'm acting like a school girl with a crush… And I certainly don't feel like that about Goku.

She paused at that thought. I mean, I don't think I do. She took another look at the fighter, now showing off for Puar and Oolong. My god, he did become quite handsome, though.

She couldn't help but look at his tightly wound muscles, and his wonderfully masculine face. I mean, he kind of looks like the kind of man I've always dreamed about, and I know he's a good person.

We've always had fun travelling together…. Turning around, Bulma saw four familiar figures walking up towards them, the sun beginning to cast a reddish glow as it set in the west.

Krillin, Chiatzou, Tien Shinhan, and Yamcha had arrived. Well, the gang's all here, now. As the quartet walked up, Krillin saw Goku, and his eyes opened with shock.

Is that you?! Goku's face broke into a massive smile at the sound of his friend's voice. I'm so glad to see you! A part of me always worried that you didn't actually come back after the wish, but Kami assured me that you were alive!

Right, Bulma thought. Goku hasn't actually seen Krillin since he was resurrected. Goku had pretty much gone straight to training with Kami after fighting King Piccolo.

It had been there, upon Kami's Lookout atop Korrin Tower, that the Dragon Balls had been restored, and everyone killed by King Piccolo and his men returned to life.

Goku is a lot of people's best friend , Bulma mused. You sure have gotten bigger! Krillin's face dropped at that statement.

I had no idea that I'm still really short. No one's ever pointed that out to me…" Krillin looked pointedly at Yamcha, who simply began to laugh.

Bulma also grinned. He never misses a chance to take a crack at Krillin's height. I'm trying to have a moment, here," Krillin yelled back.

So, I just want to say, thanks Goku. I wouldn't be here without you, buddy! Goku's look turned serious.

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Dedicato a tutti gli appassionati, fan da tempo o nuovi amanti, dell'incredibile opera di Akira Toriyama.

Goku and Broly have started sparring, but Broly's style is fighting to the death. Goku tries a technique he learned from the Prince to release excess energy before training.

Things go well but now Goku is going to have to give Broly more than what he bargained for. Along the way, Goku rekindles with his family, he learns about himself and his place among the Saiyans, he comes to accept his heritage, or most of it, and more sexy shenanigans are had.

When saving the world doesn't pay the bills, Bulma, 18, and Chi-Chi devise a fun way for their husbands to finally contribute.

Elery, the best of the best of the Saiyans, the proud prince's bodyguard known to kill the stains of the Saiyan race known as halfbreeds what would happen if she too to claim Earth.

How would her journey go through dragon ball Z? Vegeta is a FIFO fly in, fly out worker. One night while away working, he receives a photo from a number he doesn't recognize.

He replies back and the rest is history. Equally stubborn housemates Vegeta and Bulma finally learn they have something in common: enjoying a cup of coffee.

And maybe they'll even learn to have a civil conversation with each other. This will revolve around Bulma and Vegeta sharing coffee and conversation as their relationship grows and develops over the years.

The sequel I wasn't planning, but I had to do it after I saw the Broly movie! This story takes place during the Tournament of Power.

I will update tags as the story goes along, because there's a lot of characters and a lot of things happening. It's been two years since you and Freeza became a couple.

It's been a roller coaster, but not more so than your first experience with him. But you start to feel as if you two are drifting apart.

You want to make your relationship official and solid, but he only seems to be thinking about how he can kill Son Goku. And just to add to your worries, there's suddenly a tournament that will determine the existence of your Dragon Ball friends?

People are falling to be victims of a vampire and Goku, the best Vampire Hunter, will go on an adventure to investigate it. She shook her head, tears still dripping from her eyes.

Her inner beast, however, roared at her hesitation. We will hurt again… yet other words rolled around her mind. No , the human side of her mind croaked.

Story flashes back and forth between Super and early DBZ. Writing improves as the story goes, I swear!!! Also, lemons will come. This is slow burn romance that explores a few different relationships and characters, and switches focuses along the way.

I really hope you guys enjoy. Rate and review - even negative feedback. Then he was dead, and Vegeta made sure to forget he had ever been there at all.

Only, he wasn't dead. He was alive. Tormented and abused, but alive, and now Vegeta will do what he couldn't have done the first time.

He will save him. Prince Vegeta and princess Bulma. Fire and water. Briefs asked with a turn of the head, unaware of Bulma's chugging of the warm dark liquid.

Briefs stated with a shrug, looking at an article with an infamous blonde sporting a pair of ridiculously large guns.

A loud exhale following the finishing of a cup of coffee, Bulma swiftly handed the mug back to her mother before walking quickly away.

Before leaving the kitchen entirely, she looked over her shoulder and smiled excitedly as she shouted, "I've decided I want to get some fresh air for a few days.

Just thought to let you know before I've headed out. She had just gotten back and now she was leaving? She looked on enquiringly as her back shrunk with her exit around the corridor hall.

When she disappeared, she looked over with a confused smile on her face, "that's peculiar. What do you suppose has come over her?

Smiling with a glint of knowing in his eyes, Dr. Briefs puffed another cloud of smoke from his lips over the paper.

Turning his gaze at his beloved, he made sure to grin reassuringly up at her, "She just needs to get out of the cage of society for a bit, honey.

Don't worry about her. If our big girl was able to handle herself all those years ago, I'm sure she can handle another trip.

It didn't take too long for her to get everything she wanted. Various supplies meant for camping or long treks as she had years before were properly capsuled.

Placed within the interior pockets of her purple high collared, unbuttoned Capsule Corps jacket, it made it easy to just pick and choose what she wanted to wear.

A sleeveless grey tank top wrapped over a black sports bra was complemented by a pair of dark blue shorts that only covered the top of her thighs.

Her cyan and white shoes were the best pair she could find on short notice, finishing her dress attire for the trip. Taking the more off-road hover car for the quest she had in mind, she set her sights on Mount Paozu.

So many years had passed since she had climbed that mountain, both figuratively and literally. She was a naive young child who only had a small assortment of tools to get a seemingly impossible task done when she went into the vast wilderness.

It boggled her mind how things turned out the way they did, instead of the way she planned. Her mind reeled with nostalgia as the sights of suburban houses and tall skyscrapers were replaced with woodland landscape to rolling hills.

Hours passed as she drove further into the vicinity she had mapped out where she met the boy, long ago. Making extra sure not to hit a stray rock or a tree, the man-made trail placed in the mountain was hardly the best to drive uphill but she had little choice.

It wasn't until she thought she missed her goal that a passing deer raced by her car, missing the fender by inches. What she didn't miss was a blurring figure of orange and black, causing her head to nearly ram into the steering wheel as her whole body lurched forward with the car.

The audible crack of metal meeting body caused her breath to hitch and her eyes to widen. Unbuckling quickly, she stepped out of her vehicle in a mad scramble to see what she just struck.

When she caught sight of a grown man on his haunches, laughing sheepishly, she couldn't help but gape then glare angrily. Sorry," Goku apologized lightheartedly as he stood upright, dusting himself off from hitting the ground.

Pointing forward then to the dented hood of her car, he explained readily, "I was just racing this deer I found in the woods.

I didn't figure anyone would drive up here so I was sticking lower to the ground in order to catch up. I guess I should have payed closer attention, huh?

Had this been absolutely anyone else, a car crash would probably have killed them, or at least left them with some very nasty scars. Only Goku could walk such a thing off, and rather than be angry, she found herself laughing weakly in exasperation.

Wiping a small, laughter-induced tear from her eye, she walked over to Goku, smiling. Rather than be angry that he'd been hit by her car, he found it amusing; refreshing, even, given how they'd met like this for the first time several years ago.

Then again, you've never stopped. I always manage to squeeze some training in when I've got the time," Goku sheepishly chuckled.

After a few moments of him looking to her, to the ruined vehicle, and down to the ground, his gaze slowly returned back to Bulma as he shuffled his feet apprehensively, "So, since you went through the trouble of coming up here We haven't seen each other in awhile, and I can give you something to eat.

Bulma cast a glance at her car; the entire front of the vehicle was totaled, bent inwards as if she'd collided with a tree instead of a human.

Walking towards the mangled vehicle, she moved her hands along the sides until she found a button; pressing it, the vehicle reverted, with a loud POP!

Turning back around with the collapsed vehicle in hand, she nodded with sheepish agreement, though suppressed a smile for the thoughts that followed, " My car may be The strange duo proceeded to walk down the forested path that led towards the upper half of Mt.

Civilization was the furthest thing from this remote wilderness, but this had always been Goku's preference. Even after having garnered some social skills and intelligence during his training with Kami and Mr.

Popo, Goku had to admit, he liked a hermit kind of life much better than that of the bustling city. It even started out like this, didn't it? But, despite the similarities, there were a few differences.

Now, Goku was more than willing to welcome Bulma to come back with him, while he did it as a child out of obligation, and Bulma was walking alongside Goku now, acting like the friend she was, rather than keeping pace with him from behind, as if avoiding him.

They reached a small clearing, and Bulma recognized the building almost at once. Standing in front of her was a small, red-brick hut, with a pointed, blue-tile roof that could only have been the hut Goku used to live in with his grandfather.

Figuring that he didn't, she came to the conclusion that his modest lifestyle was more due to ignorance than anything noble, but it didn't wipe the smile off her face.

Bulma followed, and noted it was more or less the same as it was when she first met Goku. The entire hut was still dimly lit, with only modest furnishings; Goku had made minor changes to the furniture after his return to the building, switching out the dresser for a larger one, and there even seemed to be a chair, a slightly longer bed, but this was the limit of Goku's feng shui.

Even in the dimly lit gloom of the hut, Bulma saw a familiar gleam that caught her eye — after all, it was a gleam that she and Goku had dedicated time of their lives to find.

Walking over to the dresser, she gently picked up the source of the glowing light. You actually went back out and found your grandfather's heirloom ball?

While it didn't hurt, there was a sharp sting to remind him that the metal monstrosities her family creates still packed a punch.

The Dragon Radar was a mechanical device that tracked the faint, electromagnetic pulse given off by the Dragon Balls, and gave the owner its precise location.

So, I keep them in the drawer. To anyone else, it could be the gateway to immortality, riches or as Bulma had hoped when she was a teenager, the perfect boyfriend but to Goku, it was part of something much bigger.

He considered his grandfather's soul to reside in that sphere, and even after having met his grandfather's soul during a tournament, he still kept the sphere for sentimentality.

Looking around the dimly lit, one-room hut, Bulma figured some renovations were in order. I know you're comfortable with a moderate lifestyle, but you haven't done much in rearranging a hut.

I think a woman's touch could help you brighten this place up. Besides, it's nothing I can't handle when I get around to it. Persistence was, after all, her forte.

I can show you the ropes. Before Goku could so much as refuse this offer as well, his stomach spoke for him and gave its answer in the form of a large, squelching growl.

Goku and Bulma were briefly stunned into silence before they doubled over laughing. Because of that, Bulma would happily take him up on the offer.

Just moments ago, she'd asked Goku what they'd be eating, and given she let his deer escape when she collided with him while driving, they had to opt for a different meal.

True to form, Goku suggested fish, and Bulma had agreed wholeheartedly It didn't take as long as Bulma expected for Goku to make it back up the cliff.

There was a sploshing sound as Goku broke the surface of the river, landing neatly onto the cliff, holding a giant, squirming fish above his head, chuckling in a very pleased manner.

The water dripping down Goku's body drew Bulma's attention to his toned, muscular figure, and she couldn't help but blush a very deep crimson, shiftily averting her gaze, only to sneak glances back towards Goku again.

Holding the squirming fish triumphantly over his spiky head, he laughed as his catch began to slowly stop squirming as it tired itself out. This'll make for a good meal, won't it?

They didn't budge. The gears turned in Bulma's head, clicking and turning as she remembered precisely why she couldn't lift the garments off the rocky ground; they were weighted clothing.

Whatever material Kami had made Goku's gi from, it wasn't something Bulma would be moving even a centimeter off the ground. Seeing Bulma needed assistance, Goku dropped the fish — it feebly flopped again, as if still trying to make it back to the river — and knelt down to pick up the gi himself.

Without bothering to think about controlling his strength, Goku lifted his clothes towards himself as if they were made of cotton. In doing so, however, Goku pulled slightly too hard.

Rather than taking the clothes out of Bulma's grip as he intended, Goku had pulled Bulma directly into his broad chest.

Such proximity was highly mortifying; her arms and face were pressed into his torso, and Bulma could feel his warmth. She pushed herself away quickly, fidgeting, causing Goku to flash her a confused look.

Standing directly outside Grandpa Gohan's brick hut, Bulma was rolling up her sleeves as Goku dropped the fish onto the soft grass.

Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a thick, white and yellow case. Opening it up revealed multiple Hoi-Poi Capsules of differing numeric designations; each one of them was a capsulized camping supply.

He'd seen them multiple times before, but they'd always astounded him how city folk managed to fit things like cars and houses into such small containers.

You could at least call them by their nickname, 'DynoCaps' if you can't pronounce the actual name. Casually, she tossed the Hoi-Poi Capsule towards the ground.

With a loud POP! Inspecting it, Goku found things he recognized; flatware, pots, pans, and things he didn't. I don't like being the one to test the prototypes.

So we'll be combining my flavoring methods with outdoor cooking. Goku eagerly accepted the offer; perhaps learning to cook wouldn't be so difficult, if it was going to use the methods he already knew.

As Goku busied himself with setting the campfire, Bulma concentrated on the monster of a fish in front of her.

While she hadn't done anything this grisly in awhile, her work in her dad's laboratory or various medical classes she took in college prepared her for this.

Taking a sharp knife she began cutting away the scales, meticulous in shearing away the hardened exterior of the behemoth catch of Goku's.

After a handful of minutes passed when she felt content she scraped away the scales, she used another knife to cut off the various fins aligned on the fish's body to make the gutting process easier.

After nearly six fins were piled next to her feet, she grabbed one gill and began gouging out the various parts buried within.

Once finished doing the other side, she took an especially sharp knife and sawed open its underbelly, burying her hand into its gut to pull out the loose innards lying against the bone.

By the time she finished removing the essentials, she sighed with relief, eagerly reaching for a towel she kept to clean herself of the grime and ichor of the whole process.

Casting aside the towel, she went to go check on Goku, and saw he'd completed his task already and had simply been watching her own progress.

Next to Goku was a large fire proportioned in size to be able to sufficiently cook such a large fish — crackling in the middle of a circle of stones.

Oh just come on," Bulma had no words to express any irritation, or perhaps she couldn't. Goku's simple attitude was part of his charm, and he might have just thought she was doing well enough on her own that watching was all he needed to do.

After instructing Goku to meticulously turn the fish every few minutes to ensure even cooking on all sides, she collapsed next to the fire, placing her hands over it.

It wasn't truly cold, but the action gave her something to do. Despite being a girl who worked with machinery for a hobby, dealing with outdoor cooking truly seemed to tire her out.

A cheerful laugh escaped Goku's throat as he looked over at Bulma. You tend to get used to this, though.

Grandpa used to do the cooking before he died; after that, I had to learn, so I'm used to it now. Waving her off with a smile, Goku shook his head.

Grandpa died when I was still a kid. I didn't really know what to think at the time. And I've seen him since then; he's doing pretty well — despite being, well, dead.

I got to meet new teachers, new friends, and I was able to see the world. That's something Grandpa wanted for me for the longest time; at least, I think so.

He was far from rude, but he had always been simple. Words like those never usually left his mouth, but at the same time, they formed a smile on her face.

Going on that journey with you changed me forever. I started out as a prissy little girl who couldn't bear to be without the comforts of house and home for five seconds.

I'd say I even had a selfish, arrogant streak, if only a little. Shove it! I made it all the way to the mountains just to find you, and I'm fresh from gutting a fish.

Both Goku and Bulma started to laugh once they realized something they hadn't both noticed before; they were of mutual benefit to each other.

Being around one another seemed to improve them in various ways they never noticed until it was brought up. Lost in their own little world, it was only when the smell of fish had truly filled the air that they aid attention to anything else.

On Bulma's direction, Goku removed the fish from the fire. Placing the mouth-water fish out on a cloth, Bulma cracked her knuckles.

When savory slabs were lain out, Bulma grabbed a few sets of spices from another set of Capsules; Hickory, Chili, and Honey glaze, and lectured Goku in how to properly flavor the meat with them.

It didn't take long for them to dig into the smorgasbord that was the cooked Paozu tuna. While Bulma was satisfied with sampling a few different flavored slices of the aquatic meat, Goku took hearty helpings all for himself.

She just hoped that it was a substantial amount of food for the man, as she was the one to bear witness of how hungry an eater he was when he was a kid; he had ate out the entirety of tournament's kitchens with ease, being compared to an army of one with how much his belly could hold.

But the spiky haired man did anything but complain. He thanked Bulma fervently at the delicious taste added to the dinner they shared, glad he could have it with good company.

She too missed the opportunity of spending time with friends outside of her dad's coworkers within Capsule Corp. Even the slight chill the crisp mountain air and the natural descent into darkness the mountainside had was enough to tickle her nostalgia, making the trip all the more worth the effort of traveling here.

Sensing the light's diminishing rays peeking through the wooded horizon, Goku stood up after politely piling the dish he used next to the rest of the cooking utensils.

Inhaling deeply, he rubbed his stomach with happiness, chuckling happily as he looked at his friend finish her helping's last crumbs, "Boy, Bulma!

I've had a lot of fish over the years but that tasted incredible! You really should show me more how to cook like this; that way, I can always feel this great after an awesome meal!

Taking a glance at the orange rays bleeding through the woodland expanse, she knew that it was only a matter of time before night fully befell their midst.

Reaching into her jacket, she fumbled for the right capsule as she said with resignation, "well, I'll take that offer up tomorrow and maybe we can try some other wilderness gourmet to be given the ol' Bulma touch.

Just let me get out my sleeping bag and tent so I can be ready for that-". It's spacious enough that I think you could be comfortable. And it beats sleeping under a tent, right?

Bulma's face, for the second time in a single day, went a stark red beneath the head of purple hued hair. The implications of what Goku offered so casually struck a chord of embarrassment she had rarely had since she was much younger.

Hands reached up to cover her face, her head shaking back and forth, causing a look of dubious confusion to cross her childhood companion's eyes, "I-I-I can't i-i-impose like that, S-S-Son!

I-I-I mean That's silly for you to say," Goku laughed it off, finding it funny how his friend acted so flustered at the idea of sharing the same bed.

He was worried he might squash her or push her off the cot, knowing how he often was a bit of a restless sleeper. Let alone what he had been taught by Kami, it wouldn't be a very polite thing to do to a young lady.

I don't mind, really. I just wanted you to have a comfy bed for a night, is all. She glared into her palms for a few seconds, a little angry at herself for assuming that such a thing would happen between them.

She wondered whenever her helpless romantic side would learn to grow up. Pulling her hands down, she composed herself enough to smile appreciatively at Goku, causing him to smile back with relief.

As soon as their conversation was over, night had descended upon the forest of Mount Paozu. A hail of crickets and crescendo of other nocturnal sounds began to swell in the backdrop while the pair entered the hut.

True enough to the Turtle Schooler's word, he had stashed a rolled up futon that almost doubled as a sleeping bag with how compact it was stashed within the large cabinet holding his clothes.

As he unrolled it, Bulma took the opportunity to quickly unpack a capsuled batch of clothes she stashed away for changing. Despite being comfortable that Goku didn't possess a leering bone in his body, she still felt apprehensive of catching his gaze as her matured body was briefly unclothed for the moments she got into a Capsule Corp logo'd pair of pajamas.

By the time she was finished dressing up, Goku turned on his heel and smiled pleased at Bulma. For a moment, it looked like something in his eyes told her he wanted to say something, but it didn't take long for him to discourage the thought.

Shaking his head, he almost whispered, "Good night, Bulma," as he laid onto his unfolded sleeping mattress. The surprisingly clean quilt was quite comfortable, and she suspected that it was replaced to fit his larger frame; it practically smothered her as she pulled it over herself.

Placing her head against the simple packed pillow, she squirmed as she tried to find a perfect posture for resting. When she settled on a spot, she found herself staring at Goku, back facing her while his body rose and fell gently with every deep breath.

She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking at that moment that he didn't bring himself to say, but she guessed it was something he'd bring up sooner or later.

Content with asking about it tomorrow, her bright blue eyes slowly closed as she attempted to attain some sleep after a considerably long day. Author Notes: LastationLover: And it's done!

This is the first installment of a new series I'll be working on with fellow author, Demodu20! I've long since disagreed with Goku and Chi-Chi.

I don't see Chi-Chi as a proper wife or even a proper mother. Don't think I'm character bashing, but I don't actually see her as loving Goku or Gohan.

Goku's 'marriage' to Chi-Chi always felt hollow; as if she used Goku for sex, security, and the provision of a child, and nothing more.

And even Gohan seemed to be more a project she wanted to tinker with, not a son she wanted to love. So I want to take the story in a different direction, and Demod agreed.

But since we're both busy people, writing our own series, we came up with a wild idea. Two heads are better than one, right?

And yet, two is nice but three is better, no? So we brought in our friend, Firegod00, as editor-in-chief.

Demod and I write a half of the chapter each and in the case of being unable to finish, we'll pass it off one another and thus, that way, it frees the other up to continue writing their own projects unimpeded, while Fire will handle all of the proofreading, a job Demod himself usually handles on my works.

This is the first time I've done a project like this, and I hope it succeeds! I also want to ensure everyone that reads the Erased Chronicles that this story won't interfere with it.

Demod and I have settled on a "one-every-two-months" update for this story, so I can focus on my main projects as well. As always, I have a few language related things to explain.

The terms I use for the Dragon Balls are the terms provided by the localized English manga. I believe they're Chinese, but I'd rather not state it with such self-assurance I put my foot in my mouth.

Also, I'd like to extend a thanks to the DeviantArt user karoine for being a small part of this project as well, providing the story's cover art; a very generous accepting of my request.

Her Deviant Home Page is located here; please check out her work and once again, thank you for the provision! Demod Hello everybody! This is probably the first time I get to share my thoughts on another profile other than my own.

Huge honor being able to be part of this project so I just want to take some time to thank my friend Lastation. If he wasn't taking part in this project, I wouldn't have been so enthusiastic for it.

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