Goku And Bulma Fanfiction

Goku und Vegeta starren Bulma völlig entgeistert an, sie verstehen immer noch nicht was hier los ist. Bulma senkt den Blick. Plötzlich fängt sie doch an zu. Alle sind draußen im Garten, Beerus und Whis sitzen bequem in den Stühlen und lassen sich von Bulma Köstlichkeiten servieren während Goku und Vegeta. tu amas a dragón ball y el gochi entonces esto es para ti, advertencia unos de estos doujinshi tiene contenido Lemon palmasDragon ball · Bulma and Goku. Bulma OC (Own Character) Son Goku Son Goten Trunks Vegeta. Die Cousinen Miley und Joana wollen nur die Semesterferien bei ihrem Onkel verbringen. 20/jul/ - Resultado de imagen para goku y bulma fanfic.

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Shiranui is a fanfiction author that has written 5 stories for Dragon Ball Z. B/V A/​U - Bulma arbeitet als Managerin des erfolgreichen Boxkämpfers Son Goku. tu amas a dragón ball y el gochi entonces esto es para ti, advertencia unos de estos doujinshi tiene contenido Lemon palmasDragon ball · Bulma and Goku. Goku und Vegeta starren Bulma völlig entgeistert an, sie verstehen immer noch nicht was hier los ist. Bulma senkt den Blick. Plötzlich fängt sie doch an zu.

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Devastating, Darien Shields. Diese schien sofort etwas zu wittern. Es tut mir wirklich sehr leid. Bulma lädt alle zum Kaffeetrinken ein, aber nichts läuft nach Plan und einige Sachen werden ausgeplaudert, die eigentlich niemand so richtig wissen wollte, weswegen das Tischtuch leiden muss.

But in a surprising turn of events, Goku sailed himself through the air and landed a devastating headbutt, beating his enemy into submission and unconsciousness.

During the aftermath, he showed a moment of mercy to his enemy and enabled him the medical aid that he himself had been given. While Piccolo Jr. Despite being against this decision, Kami believed Goku to possess more wisdom and prowess than he ever could.

When he offered his own title to his disciple, he was immediately rejected, with the Turtle Schooler taking off into the sky on his Nimbus Cloud.

For Bulma Briefs, that was a year ago. And our tale resumes on another fateful day with an encounter of a different kind.

One that would change her life forever. It had been another long day for the daughter of the brilliant Dr. Having spent part of the day burrowed in books about hypothetical forms of interstellar travel to different modes of attaining cleaner and more purified energy, she spent the next part of it cruising through downtown.

She wanted some excitement, someone to share her experiences with or just to have a good time. What did she find instead? In her youth, she had went on grandiose adventures that few girls her age could have even dreamed partaking.

From the many attempts on her life -or what she'd like to imagine as her pure desirable body- to searching for a way to save the world when not spectating at a Tournament, nothing she found was particularly satisfying her curiosity or urge to explore.

Even the average man who many average young women could consider hunks were nothing but brainless and had little excitement in store beyond their fancy cars to polished smiles.

She tried making her relationship with Yamcha work, but as she soon found out, not every first try pays off. The memories were all too clear for her, finding him profiting off his talents in the business industry through offering his skills through a number of mediums.

She almost busted the radio in her cabin when she heard a ridiculous song being sung by him, making her sick. It was only a matter of time that their relationship became more obligatory than desired, making her leave him one day in a screaming fit that was more than enough of a wake up call to the scar faced ex-bandit.

It didn't take long for her to see the quaint neighborhood that her house and headquarters of Capsule Corps had taken residence within.

She was glad that they had installed a subterranean entrance that led to another part of the city on a sub level, otherwise she'd find herself lacking a parking space in her own driveway.

She wondered why her father didn't install that feature sooner, though it certainly didn't bother him or her lackadaisical mother till she brought it up.

Puffing up at her bangs, she felt ground-based vehicle bounced slightly at the change in elevation before veer back to a halt.

Exiting the car, she grabbed her purse and headed to the house with a huff. The sight of her blonde mother with a squinted smile greeted her, forcing a grin to her own face.

You look like you could use some. Following her in, the two passed through the circular corridor to the kitchen where the scent of coffee was in the air.

Sitting back in a chair around the table was her father, puffing one a pipe while looking through the newspaper. Their footsteps would sound their arrival, allowing the mustached scientist to look up with a smile on his face,"Bulma, nice to see you.

How was the trip in town? Pulling stem from his lip with one hand, he lowered the paper with the other to feel more engaged with the conversation.

Watching his wife leave their daughter's side, he continued from where they left off, "Nothing really that exciting downtown compared to your tour of the world, hm?

Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and paced in front of the table. After the third turn, she stopped, looking outside of the window view of the neatly trimmed lawn outside of the kitchen.

Squinting her eyes, she sighed, and murmured out, "So dull. Gesturing outward, with one hand while propping the back of the other on her hip, she repeated in detail, "This, out there, in this city is so dull.

Nothing is that amazing downtown, none of the guys seem that thrilling, and old knots that were unfastened don't know when to stop trying to retie what's gone.

You're already showing enough promise to surpass my intellect in a decade or so. If you really buckled down, you could show a lot of latent talent in the field of science.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned on her left foot while her brows knitted forward into a frustrated frown, "I'd rather not be confined to a claustrophobic space working on advanced formulas that may or may not advance society further.

Looking down at her feet, she shuffled on the soles of her shoes with indecision. When the words came to her, her eyes remained trained on the top of her feet while she explained, "I guess I guess I felt most alive when I went adventuring across the world.

I know you and mom weren't excited about me leaving, after Tights had left not too long before that, but I don't regret a single second.

The hunt for the Dragon Balls was one of the best times of my life. Every quest after that just felt more rewarding and continued to fascinate me what I learned about the world.

Back here I feel like I'm a bird in a cage, desperately trying to get back out into the sky. Placing the pipe back into his mouth, the older man took a few puffs before exhaling noisily.

Grasping the paper back up, he flipped through a few pages and stretched it out before his gaze. After a few long seconds, he chose to mumble out loud, "Perhaps a year without him can be a bit boring.

Training his gaze sideways, he kept the paper at eye level while studying his grown girl's reaction. I think most of the enjoyment you had back then came with the fact you met a strange yet very nice young man.

Someone like that is rare to find in this world, even among a host of other acquaintances. I'd daresay he may be even be the kind of friend who would love to go adventuring with you if you only asked.

Giggling, the blonde woman clasped her hands to the side and leaned against it with a single cheek. Had quite a healthy appetite too.

Goodness, if he ever came out of the blue here he'd clean me out of all the pantries! Briefs said with a chuckle as he looked at an article regarding the weather.

As his eyes barely traced over it before looking at another collection of words, he mentioned offhandedly, "I've practically seen all of Bulma's friends in the news to some extent.

But not once in a year since the Tournament have I laid eyes on him. Funny, I didn't picture the lad as a reclusive sort. 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.

He grabbed the ladder that began at the edge of lookout and down to the bottom, where his Nyiobo still stretched downward, attaching the lookout to Karin's tower.

Goku slid down the ladder until he neared his staff and he leapt off the ladder and grabbed onto his magical pole, commanding it to shrink to normal.

It immediately began shrinking, taking Goku down to the top of Karin's tower. Goku landed on the top of the tower and placed the now regular sized Nyiobo into its holder.

He slid down the side and flipped into the opening of the tower, where a surprised Karin and Yajirobe stood. Karin looked to Yajirobe and pointed to Goku.

Yajirobe dug in his robe; pulling forth a small bag filled with senzu beans and tossed it to Goku. Soon a yellow cloud swooped underneath him and caught him in midflight.

Goku steered it toward his destination and let a smile come to his lips once more as he thought about seeing his friends again.

Bulma sat in the back of a taxi cab with Oolong and Pu'ar. She was busy putting on her makeup and red lipstick. Oolong looked at her and snorted.

About a half an hour passed when they finally arrived at the Tenkaichi Budokai. It was still pouring down rain, so Bulma took out her umbrella and opened the door.

She immediately opened the umbrella and held it above her head. Bulma made her way over to them and began talking with Lunch.

Master Roshi placed a hand on Bulma's rear, ever the dirty old man, and looked her up and down. The old man rubbed his injured nose until he heard a greeting come from behind him.

Everyone turned to see a man walking towards them wearing a blue robe, wrap around his head, and an open umbrella that was held above his head to protect from the unfriendly weather.

Roshi asked if the man was a friend of Bulma's, but she denied it, not knowing who the strange man was. Goku grabbed the wrap on his head and began to unravel it, his wild hair poking through when it could, and when finally he got the wrap off, everyone knew it was Son Goku.

Goku took a step toward them and stood directly in front of them, "Did you all shrink? Bulma continued to stare at Goku, my god, he's so handsome, I can't believe it.

Goku noticed Bulma looking at him strangely, and suddenly their eyes met. For a moment, the world around them turned dark, and it seemed that they were the only two standing there.

Goku felt heat rush to his cheeks and he began to feel funny, he immediately looked to Bulma's lips. He needed to say something to break the anxiety.

Bulma's blush became darker once she realized that he had only been looking at her because of her lips, "It's lipstick!

Everyone just looked at him, noticing that Yamcha, Tenshinhan, and Chaozu were standing behind him. The only thing different about the group was the fact that Krillin and grown a little, and Yamcha and some scars on his face.

Krillin looked the wild haired man in the face, "Goku, is that you? Krillin leaped into Goku's arms, embracing his greatest friend.

I never got to say thank you for bringing me back to life! I repeat: due to the severe weather, the Tenkaichi Budokai will be postponed until tomorrow!

Roshi took out a capsule and pressed the button on the top, throwing it a few feet away. The capsule exploded in a puff of white smoke and when it cleared a Capsule car was visible.

Roshi jumped into the driver's seat and Lunch sat in the passenger seat, while Oolong and Pu'ar sat in between the two front seats. Tenshinhan shrugged and he crawled into the back of the car, followed by Chaozu.

Chaozu sat in Tenshinhan's lap as to make room for everyone else. Krillin jumped into the back and sat next to Tenshinhan, scooting uncomfortably close so that the three others could fit in.

Yamcha got in and scooted as close to Krillin as he possibly could, but when he looked next to him he saw that only one more person could fit, unless the second person was okay with sitting on someone's lap.

Goku entered the back of the car and sat down next to Yamcha. He tried to scoot closer but there was still no room left. He looked out the open door at Bulma, and she looked slightly irritated.

She sat down on Goku's lap and closed the car door. She put her arm around Goku's neck, holding it firmly so when Roshi began driving she wouldn't bounce around the place.

Goku laughed nervously and placed his hands on her back, "No worries," he said with his trademark grin. Roshi started the car and pressed the gas, sending them on their way toward the city.

The road they were on was a little bumpy, for the road was undergoing construction, so the passengers were jerked around quite a bit. Bulma nearly fell off of Goku's lap but he instinctively grabbed her and pulled her in close.

Bulma's breath was taken away when she felt Goku's defined muscles underneath his robe press against her body. Her heart began to beat like mad and she was sure Goku could feel it, which he did.

He wondered what was happening, he had held Bulma this close before when he had saved her from the Red Ribbon Army, but it didn't affect him like it did now.

Goku just looked ahead and tried not to look Bulma in the eyes, afraid that he would start feeling even funnier than he was now. They arrived outside of a hotel that was just inside the city so they each hurried out, save Goku, and made their way into the building to escape the rain.

Goku held back and stood underneath the awning that the hotel had above its doors. He looked out at the rain that was coming down in heavy sheets.

He watched as it ruptured puddles making small to large rings expand and shrink atop its watery surface, and he let the loud pitter patter of the drops calm his mind as it hit the canopy above him.

No sooner had he cleared his mind, the thought of the moment he and Bulma locked eyes flooded into his head.

What was that about? He wondered to himself, what happened in the last three years? Goku was scared; he had never felt this way before in his life.

He decided he would talk to Krillin about it later, but for now he was just going to stand outside and enjoy the rain.

Bulma knew what was happening but she did not want to admit it. She liked Goku, but more than a little bit. She tried to tell herself that it was wrong, but the more she thought about it, the more she saw that it was right.

They were only four years apart and he was eighteen years old now. She liked Yamcha, but Goku was friendlier, and more trusting, and she knew that with him she'd always be safe.

She had no idea how to approach him about it; maybe she wouldn't approach him about it, what if he took it the wrong way?

This was just too hard to think about, and she didn't have anyone to talk to about it. Perhaps Lunch would be comfortable to talk to about it, but Bulma didn't know how much experience the girl had with men.

She sighed and continued to stare out the hotel room window at the rain, her chin resting on her upturned palm.

It seems she's been acting this way since Goku showed up…" Pu'ar stated, looking at Bulma worriedly. Pu'ar just shrugged, again looking to Bulma. Oolong just shrugged, not extremely bothered that Bulma liked Goku, and because Bulma liked any "hot" guy she came across.

But he didn't see how deep it affected her, because she usually got over it pretty quick, but this time she seemed distraught about it.

Pu'ar felt like talking to her, but he didn't know how to go about talking about Bulma's problem. Bulma watched as the grey sky became darker as the sun set behind the clouds.

This had never happened to her before, she had never felt this deeply about a man before in her entire life, and it was even weirder that she was feeling these things about Goku.

She couldn't take it anymore, she had to speak with someone, and Lunch was her best bet. Goku walked inside of the hotel's lounge and sighed heavily.

He decided he would just go up to his room and talk to Krillin about what was happening; perhaps his bald friend knew what was going on. Goku began walking up the stairs to find him and Krillin's room.

Goku reached the top of the stairs and saw Bulma walking down the hallway toward him. He smiled and waved at her. Bulma looked to him and smiled slightly, a blush coming to her face, and she looked away and waved to him as she passed.

He shrugged, feeling relief that she had passed him. He continued down the hall to his room. I don't understand. Oh, and, when we looked at each other, it was weird.

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Bulma was voiced by Hiromi Tsuru in all Japanese media until her death in November She also said that all her previous roles were well-behaved characters, but Bulma was easy to play because she is down-to-earth.

While searching for a nearby Dragon Ball, she runs into Goku and finds out that he inherited the four-star Dragon Ball from his adoptive father Grandpa Son Gohan.

Because of Goku's love for the ball and his belief that his Grandpa's spirit lives in the ball, Goku isn't willing to give it up.

Bulma then asks him to loan it for her in exchange for taking him in her travels. At that point, they team up to find the remainder of the balls and the adventure begins.

After five years of peace, an evil menace comes to the Earth. It is Goku's elder brother, an extraterrestrial Saiyan, named Raditz. During the subsequent battle against Vegeta and Nappa , Yamcha, Tenshinhan , Chaozu and Piccolo are killed and because Piccolo dies, the Dragon Balls are rendered useless.

After Goku defeats the Saiyans, Bulma volunteers to travel to Piccolo's home planet Namek and use the Namekian Dragon Balls to restore Yamcha and the others back to life.

In need of a spaceship, Mr. Popo reveals one to Bulma, which had been the ship Kami had used to travel to Earth when he was a boy.

She repairs the ship with the help of her father and flies off to Namek with Kuririn and Son Gohan. Vegeta returns to Earth, staying with Bulma and her family.

Several years before the arrival of the Androids, Bulma ends her relationship with Yamcha and begins a relationship with Vegeta that leads to the birth of their son, Trunks.

Gero 's stolen blueprints to build a detonator to destroy the Androids, but Kuririn broke it after realizing his feelings for Android In the alternate future timeline, Bulma survives the Androids' onslaught and lives at the former site of Capsule Corp.

She spends most of her life devoted to building a time machine, attempting to prevent the devastation brought by the Androids. She is very protective of Trunks and hates the idea of him fighting, but nevertheless allows him to travel to the past to deliver Goku an antidote for a heart virus that claimed his life in the alternate timeline.

Once the Androids or more importantly, Cell are taken care of in the main timeline, Trunks returns to his original time and defeats the much weaker Androids and Cell with ease, thus restoring peace to the future timeline world.

Seven years after the battle against the Androids, Bulma helps Gohan by making a watch which automatically changes his clothes into a super-hero costume so he could fight crime, without his real identity being known.

Bulma is revived by the Porunga, along with the rest of the Earth, and gives her energy to Goku to eliminate Majin Buu once and for all. Bulma appears in eight Dragon Ball Z films; in the first movie , Bulma makes a brief appearance when using the Dragon Radar to find Gohan after his abduction by Garlic Jr.

After Frieza's defeat, she creates the Super Dragon Radar in order to find the Super Dragon Balls in Universe 7 first to prevent Beerus from using them to wish for the total annihilation of the entire universe.

After Bulma reunites with Trunks, [35] Bulma works on a time machine to send him back to his timeline to defeat Goku Black.

After an unsuccessful attempt, Bulma travels with them to the timeline, showing Trunks a recording of Piccolo performing the Evil Containment Wave and fighting with and being injured by Zamasu.

In the Universe Survival Saga, she agreed to pay million Zeni to every member of Team Universe 7 who participated in the Tournament of Power if their team wins.

In filler episodes of Dragon Ball Z , during the Namek arc, Bulma travels to a fake Namek and while on Namek, she meets Captain Ginyu , after his loss to Goku and his becoming a frog, and bonds with him, leading her to create a machine for him to speak to her through.

Ginyu uses the machine to utter the name of his technique Body Change , allowing him to switch bodies with Bulma and leave her trapped in the frog's body.

Bulma manages to stay around him as he looks for Freeza and the two encounter Gohan, Krillin and Piccolo while they're watching Goku and Freeza fight, Gohan realizing the change just as Ginyu attempts to switch bodies with Piccolo and Bulma receives her body back when Gohan throws her in the way of the technique.

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.

Bulma and Goku, they always belonged together. Vegeta's defeat pained me horribly, I'm a VegetaXBulma fan forever and he's my fav, but you did this pairing well, too.

I hope Veggie's okay. I wanna enter this fanfic world as Goku's mother and bitch slap her,snap her neck,crush her head with my fists,and reduce her body to smithereens then convince Yemma to send her to hell.

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