Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Ball or Dragon Ball Z. The rightful owner is Akira Toriyama! I do not get any profit for these. I ONLY write for fun and to improve my creativity.


Prologue:

"Bulma"

She knew that voice; it was the voice that hunted her those years before she married Vegeta. The same one that could undone her by the mere mention of her name. He had that effect on her like no one else did, and she felt guilty for feeing that way. It didn't matter that she had been married, that she had children with another man, or that she loved that other man with every fiber of her being. His voice, his presence, the person he was could disarm her by simply saying her name. He was the only able to make her forget who she had become. But why did it surprise her? She knew she had never stopped loving him, ever. And it was more than likely that she never would.

"Goku" She breathed "Hi"

"Hey!" He said with his usual grin. "It's good to see you."

"Yeah… It's good to see you too." She smiled. For a moment they stared at each other. Perhaps remembering their past adventures when they were still children, their friendship along the years, or maybe… just maybe, they remembered that one night.

"I didn't think you were coming." He said scratching his head like he always did when he was a little nervous.

"I wouldn't miss this reunion for anything." She said trying t sound cheerful. She didn't what to give away her nervousness, so she hid it. "I've missed this."

"Me too"

Their brief encounter lasted a few minutes, after they didn't say another word and proceeded to join the rest of the guys. Everyone was there, reunited and having a good time like many years ago when they were younger and didn't have children or responsibilities. When they had gone on adventures looking for dragon balls and fighting enemies that had wanted to steal them. Those were the good ol' days like Krillin often called them. Now things were different, they were different, yet it seemed like some things had never changed. Their laughter echoed throughout the house, and for a moment, Bulma allowed herself to laugh for the first time after a year.

She allowed to glance at him for a lingering moment. Yes, things were still the same.


Author's Note: Hi guys!

First things first! I want to give the amazing rebelwarrior217 credit for her awesome art work and for allowing me to use it as the cover for this story. If you like GoBul, as much as I do, you should definitely check her (Tumblr) out!

I wrote this story about a year ago or so, and I've decided to rewrite it again. The reason why it's because I am unable to finish it in the style it was written. I wrote this fic in first person which is a style I no longer feel comfortable with. So because I do want to finish it, I will rewrite it in the style I feel more comfortable with now. The story is the same, a few things will be changed, like the title, but nothing drastic.

Also, I will be updating this story every month. It is very likely that I'll upload two chapters every month. This is because I am currently writing a fic for another fandom, but don't be upset, you will get this fic finished. I'll make sure of it.

Finally, I want to thank those faithful readers of GoBul for supporting this fic! I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you guys!

Please don't forget to leave your reviews! They always cheer me up and inspire me to continue writing. I accept constructive criticism, so if there is something you think I should improve or change, please do tell me respectfully.

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