Author's Note: Thanks to those of you who read and reviewed 'I'm Not Him'. I talked about making a story on the conversation between Future Gohan and Future Bulma that started their relationship and this is it, in three parts. Prelude, a look into Gohan's mind as to when his fascination with Bulma started. Conversation, the talk in which Gohan let's Bulma know how he feels about her. And Moments, written more like a drabble, will be little moments they had together until the day she was killed.
This all takes place in the future timeline so when I talk about them it's their future selves, that way I don't have to keep writing future.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Gohan's POV
I remember when I was a little boy, she was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. She was funny, kind, extremely smart, and always willing to help our family with whatever they needed. She was close friends with my father, though we didn't get to see her that often, but I remember thinking it was a treat when we did.
Fast forward a few years and all of a sudden we're going on an adventure together. But she wasn't just the nice pretty lady anymore, she was even more beautiful than I remember and quickly became my first crush. She was so concerned with how my father was fairing too, something that not even my mother had been that worried about.
On our journey to Namek she told me so many stories of the adventures she'd had with my father when they were younger, that I quickly found myself slightly jealous of him. Mother had always felt a little uneasy about dad and Bulma spending time together in any capacity, but I had always thought that it was perhaps that she was just jealous that Bulma had lots of money and was so beautiful. The more I listened to Bulma talk about him though, the more I started to wonder if maybe there had been something between my dad and her at one point.
With everything that happened on Namek, I quickly forgot any ill feelings towards my dad about the situation and once again he was my idol. The way he fought Frieza was incredible, and I was so glad to hear that he hadn't been killed when we tried to wish him back. So now that there was no longer a threat, and we all were able to relax a little, I dove back into my studies per mother's request. I was a little bummed that she wouldn't let me go visit anyone, namely Bulma, but I knew I would get to see everyone again eventually.
Then dad came back to earth and mom was so happy that she let me ease up on my studies to train with him. Bulma threw a big party for everyone to celebrate his homecoming, and I couldn't be more happier that I would be getting to see everyone again. Then I was hit with my first heartbreak.
It was a little crush, nothing more, something that I would have eventually grown out of right? She was a few years older than my dad, way out of my league, never going to happen. But it didn't change the fact that when we arrived and she came out of the building sporting…well, a large stomach, that it wasn't the biggest shock I'd ever received.
I'd never hated anyone as much as I hated Vegeta in that moment, he'd knocked her up and then taken off to train in space, she explained like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. I stayed silent, because really what was I gonna say? Mom went on a rant about how she couldn't believe Bulma would have stooped so low as to sleep with the Saiyan Prince, and as I brooded silently I noticed that my dad was uncharacteristically quiet.
I snuck a look up at him and he was watching Bulma with hard eyes, and when mother walked away still ranting, he told her quietly that he wanted to speak to her alone. I had never seen my dad look so serious outside of a fight before, and I found myself sneaking off to hear their conversation when they finally had a moment for it.
"How could you have been so careless?" He asked her.
"It just happened once! Apparently that's all it takes with Saiyan sperm. Look it's fine alright? I'll be fine on my own. I don't need him to raise this baby, Goku." She looked anything but fine.
I watched as my dad moved closer to her, and reached out to pull her into a hug. After a few moments she relaxed against him and returned it, crying silently into his shoulder.
"This shouldn't be happening, if things were different…Bulma," dad whispered against her hair.
"Don't, Goku. They aren't different, and that's…well that's ok," she sniffed and pulled back from him.
"You know I'll never let anything bad happen to you, right?" He moved his hands up to rub the tears from her cheeks.
She smiled up at him and nodded, then they returned to the party as if nothing had happened. I had been young then but I was smart enough to know that they obviously loved each other. That my dad must have figured it out too late and neither of them would be dishonorable by acting on their feelings.
Months passed and I started to think that maybe I had dreamt up the whole thing. Looked too much into it, too much imagination for a boy who was barely allowed to leave the house or do anything but study. Then the heart virus hit my dad suddenly and in the blink of an eye we were saying our goodbye's.
She had given birth to Trunks by then, but hadn't brought him with her. Mother was so distraught and was being tended to by grandpa, and Bulma took the opportunity to sneak into his room to say her goodbye. I listened to them finally confess their love for one another before he took his last breath, and my heart shattered as the virus finally claimed my father. Her name the last thing on his lips.
Fast forward six months to when the androids appeared, and just about everyone died at their hands trying to stop them. I left my mother with grandpa up on the mountain and took solace at Capsule Corp. to train using anything and everything that Bulma could produce to make me stronger, strong enough to one day beat the androids.
That was all thirteen years ago. Thirteen years of training, and battling the androids on and off, of barely seeing my mother because I don't want to lead the androids to her, but for some reason they've stayed away from Capsule Corp. Thirteen years of living with the woman who should have been like an aunt to me, but I could never in all that time view her as such, and I expressed vehemently that I was not like a son to her.
Trunks is now to the age where he wants me to train him, where he wants to help me fight the androids. I want to train him, but I need her permission first, even though Trunks would rather not ask because he's sure she'll say no. It should have been like having a little brother, and that's usually what I call him, but in all honesty I'm the only father figure he ever had. Even though I was ten years old when this all started, he's like a son to me.
I woke up this morning with that as the first thought in my head, that Trunks is like my son. With that realization I'm deciding to no longer live in the past, I'm going to tell her how I feel.
After all, in the world we live in now, what else do I have to lose?
Author's note: Tee Hee! That came out better than I imagined. I hope you liked it too! Review and let me know!
