A/N: What's up, guys? This idea has been in my head for months now. I am in love with Trunks and Goten but I'm not exactly a fan of their romantic pairings. Trunks x Pan, I can handle, there are some really great fics out there focusing on their relationship. But then there's Goten x Bulla and I just roll my eyes.

The pairings just seem so forced, as if the only reason they're together is because everyone else was taken. So I was like what the heck, I'll just write a story containing MY OWN characters. That's been done before and I appreciate those fics and their authors, they have the same idea. Oh yeah, this is my first fic so please criticize me on anything! Thanks and sorry for the long A/N.

Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own DBZ. This is for my own (and hopefully your) unnatural enjoyment.

Chapter 1: Beginnings

Golden sunlight slowly filtered through the wall-sized windows as Bulma lounged lazily on her couch. She was bored. So very bored.

She knew that Vegeta was in the Gravity Room, training his ass off as usual. Thinking of him, Bulma sighed loudly and took a long sip from her glass of wine.

Vegeta. Here she was, very pregnant (three months) and rather than spending quality time with her, he was training like the world was in grave danger again. They had just fought and won their most difficult fight, so why didn't he just take a break and coddle her like a normal husband?

The heiress snorted. It was her husband she was talking about; becoming the strongest was his life's goal. And when a new enemy threatened the life of her son – and unborn daughter – she guessed the training might pay off.

Speaking of her son, where was he? Bulma very well knew where Trunks was, but that would depress her even further. Goten was over, so if they weren't with Vegeta, they were holed up in Trunks' room, doing whatever boys their age did. Training and hanging out with each other seemed to be the only thing they did.

Sometimes Bulma wondered if she was doing her job as a mother right. Even though her son was the wealthiest kid in the world (thanks to her genius), he barely had a social life. Sure, he grew up surrounded by powerful adult aliens, was homeschooled, and had a best friend who lived on a mountain, but that was normal… enough.

Bulma sat up with a start. No it wasn't. Trunks childhood was basically ruined because of his upbringing – her upbringing. What was she going to do? Trunks was about to enter his teenage years and she was not going to let them go to waste. She was going to fix this problem. Now.

Glancing at the unfinished wine bottle, the woman licked her lips.

Right after I finish this crap.

Trunks was perfectly content with his life. He was rich and handsome, knowing that with a little money and charm, he could get whatever he wanted (if his father wasn't involved). Yeah, he was half-Saiyan and at twelve, he didn't exactly have a great social life, but as long as he had Goten and the safety of the gaming universe he was fine.

Goten groaned and dropped the controller as the announcer declared Trunks the victor of their match. The lavender haired boy smirked victoriously as he watched Goten's avatar bleed to death while his own jumped triumphantly. "You might as well give up while I'm around."

The younger boy blushed. "Sh-shut up! I could take you in a real fight!"

Trunks scoffed. "Don't start with me, Goten." Raising his chin, he continued, "We both know that I'm the better fighter." He was about to say something about his father's training, but decided against it. He did not want to think about the horrors at the moment.

Goten seemed to have other plans. "Both my dad AND Gohan have been training me. And didn't I beat you in last week's spar?"

Trunks glared at him. "No, I just happened to be exhausted after sparring with my dad." That was a legitimate excuse.

"Suuure." Goten drawled with a satisfied smirk. The older boy's eyes narrowed.

"Do you want to go right now, Goten?" The black haired demi-Saiyan, undaunted, nodded his head.

"Fine. Right now." None of them moved from their comfortable positions on their beanies. After a long silence, Trunks spoke, "How about we just get a snack?"

Goten beamed. "Yeah, I'm pretty hungry. And how long have we been here? I really need to pee!" He stood up before bolting down the hall for the bathroom. Trunks shook his head in disgust.

"Classic Goten."

Bulma perked when she heard hurried footsteps above her. That had to be Goten realizing he needed to use the bathroom after sitting on the same spot for hours. This issue really needed to be dealt with.

Rubbing her almost non-existent bump, she made a vow to make sure her little girl had the perfect childhood. Reaching over for the remote, she switched on her giant flat-screen television. Watching as a dating game show came on, she thought, what does a twelve-year old boy do these days?

Hearing the game show host introduce the female contestants, an amazing idea popped into her mind.

I know exactly what to do.

A/N: Whaddya think? Tell me all your thoughts in your review.