A/N: A lot of people have been asking for a Goku/Bulma fanfic and this was the best idea I conjured up. I'm sure it's been done before but I could not for the life of me think of a good darkfic for them. That said, this may change, and it's definitely going to be sad, but not screwed up in the way a lot of my other stories are. No worries about gore or anything but of course, there will be a sexual component.

Warnings: Strong sexual themes.

Pairings: Minor G/CC, B/V; major G/B.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.

-MalRev

My Own Being

1) Gnawing

It was amazing how two small, thin blue lines could invariably change your life.

The bathroom fan whirred quietly as I stared in slack-jawed shock at the white test in my fingers, trembling slightly from my fear. Why was it a big deal? Mom and dad had plenty of money, I was only thirty, and I could easily support myself if push came to shove. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears and the test clattered to the floor.

I slumped over and burst into tears. No, no, no, this was not what I wanted. It had just been one time because the two of us were constantly bickering. Christ, why had I allowed him into my house in the first place? I should've taken Chi-Chi's advice and thrown him out on the street. I'd just come back from another planet and now I had a whole new set of problems to deal with.

Everything was caving in around me while I openly sobbed into my palms. I'd been feeling so sick lately that I hadn't even fixed my hair when I woke up. Chi-Chi called to ask how things were going having Vegeta in the house and I was always so exhausted that I could never call her back. No, no, I didn't want my whole life to fall apart because of one stupid night with that insufferable prick.

Maybe it was a mistake. There were false positives with pregnancy tests all the time. I quickly threw the test back in the box, sniffling all the while, and buried it as deep in the garbage as I could. No one had to know what was going on. I'd put on my pretty smile and everything would be alright. Vegeta would leave to figure out what he was going to do with his destroyed planet and I'd be left to tinker with inventions for the rest of my life.

It wasn't possible after one night, was it? No, it couldn't be. If it was then Yamcha would've gotten me pregnant eons ago. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and stepped over to the sink to splash my face with some cold water. All I had to do was stay calm and let everyone see the regular Bulma Briefs; the one who was proud and confident and didn't let anything get her down.

There were more important things to deal with. Everyone was back from Namek in one piece and Goku was back home with his family at Mt. Paozu. I could visit them and see if Chi-Chi wanted to show me how to cook or something. I took a deep breath to steady myself and left the bathroom.

From the top of the stairs I could see mom watering plants near the front door, smiling to herself. I rushed down and she rose to squint at me before bursting into an even brighter grin. Dad was probably still in the lab with the cat looking into making Vegeta's precious spaceship.

"Where are you headed, sweetie?" mom asked.

It annoyed me to no end that she still asked me that kind of shit despite my age. I rummaged through the basket near the door for my car keys and shrugged.

"Out. I'm probably gonna go see Goku and Chi-Chi. Do you need anything?"

"Who, me?" She puckered her lips and tapped her chin. "Hmm… nope, I don't think so. If I do I'll give you a call on your little cell phone thingy."

I left the house and got in my new car, immediately pulling down the mirror to check my reflection. My face was still puffy and red. Mom saw me upset and frazzled all the time from my arguments with Vegeta but she never said anything. Dad was always too busy to really care.

The drive to Mt. Paozu was pleasant enough but my nerves were on fire. I was still trying to convince myself the test was wrong and that I was going to be okay but something in my gut told me it would lead to worse things. I huffed irately and hung my arm out the window. Whatever. I'd go home and give Vegeta the screaming match he was after.

We had only been home from Namek for a few weeks and things were already settling in. Goku had learned a new trick called instant transmission on another planet, Gohan was studying fervently and Chi-Chi was ecstatic to be a mother and wife again. Krillin was dating another ridiculous girl and Yamcha had sort of fallen off my radar. I was too busy trying to keep Vegeta under control.

I scowled and took out a cigarette. What an asshole. I'd never expected him to suddenly turn friendly living on Earth but he didn't even have the decency to thank me half the time. It would always escalate into a tremendous argument that my parents ignored, damaging parts of the house. I'd leave in a rage and come back to see everything fixed. If that moron managed to impregnate me…

There was smoke curling from the chimney at the Son household and Chi-Chi was outside hanging laundry. She turned when she heard my car and waved, attracting the attention of Gohan sitting near the side of the house. He leapt to his feet, garbed in another one of her ridiculous outfits, and ran over to greet me. As usual, Goku was nowhere to be seen, off training or fishing.

Gohan bowed politely as I stepped out of my car. I grinned and bowed back before ruffling his hat and strolling over to see Chi-Chi. She put her hands on her hips, beaming.

"What brings you up here, Bulma?" she asked. "I was just about to start dinner. Would you like to stay? We should have enough because Goku is out training again. I swear that man is going to give me a heart attack if he doesn't stay home for once."

I shrugged, offering Gohan a capsule to play with. He cheered excitedly and hurried off to hide things in it. "You know Goku. He's always done whatever he wants since we met. I guess I just needed to get away from the city air. It's been really uh… stuffy lately."

Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Does it have to do with a certain Saiyan living under your roof?"

"Is Goku ever a complete jerk or is it just Vegeta?" I caved immediately, eager to complain about my resident jackass. While I talked I worked on helping Chi-Chi hang laundry. "It's like 24/7 I have to deal with his nonsense and the rest of the time I'm trying to keep my mother from watering the TV. Maybe it's time for me to get my own place or get married or something."

"Well Goku did smack his head off a rock when he was a baby. Otherwise, I'd be in the same predicament. Just let Vegeta rage around for a while. He's probably upset he's trapped on Earth with our inferior race, after all. Let's have some tea. Gohan can finish up the laundry."

Gohan did his mother's bidding without any complaints. I couldn't blame him. I'd seen Chi-Chi fly off the handle before at her husband and it was not a pretty sight. He flew up to hang the clothes carefully on the line while Chi-Chi escorted me inside her small home.

The floors were a bit creaky and rough but I did genuinely like the Son house. It was quaint and charming; kind of keeping the appeal of an old cabin. There were scent diffusers to keep the smell of pine needles pungent and not a speck of dirt could be seen anywhere. We went to the kitchen and I sat in a rickety chair, holding my forehead in my hands. I sort of envied Chi-Chi.

She put a pot of water on the stove and sat across from me to talk. Not a hair was out of place on her head but I'd thrown mine up in a lazy side ponytail. I leaned forward on the table, slowly smacking my head off the wood while she snickered to herself.

"This isn't fair," I groaned. "I'm so sick of him. He's going to kill me pretty soon."

"That's the price you pay for inviting him into your home. Goku warned you it was a bad idea." She furrowed her brow and looked up at the clock hanging over the stove. "Hmph, he's late again. Typical. Look, Bulma, don't get married unless you're prepared for constant disappointment. I tell you, no matter how many times I try to get Goku to come home on time…"

"Maybe Goku can talk some sense into Vegeta," I suggested. "Don't they wrestle or spar or whatever now? I think they're on speaking terms."

"I'll ask him if he ever comes home tonight. I have half a mind to send Gohan out after him."

An innocent idea dawned upon me. Little did I know what a ripple effect it would have.

"I can look," I said. "I made a new radar to sense power levels so I can find him in no time flat. I'll ask him and bring him back here for dinner."

Chi-Chi cocked her head, thinking deeply. "Are you sure? Mt. Paozu can be dangerous for humans like us. I'll send Gohan along with you just in case."

"No, it's fine." I rose from the table, smiling. "Goku's gonna get too distracted with Gohan around and forget to help me out. Don't worry, Chi, I'll make sure to get him back here in time."

"Well, alright. Please be careful, Bulma."

I winked at her and hurried back out to my car to get the new radar, brushing past Gohan tinkering with his capsule. Perfect. Talking to Goku alone was best because he was easily overwhelmed when there were a lot of people around. I'd bring him home to make Chi-Chi happy and I'd get the help I needed.

The radar beeped when it was activated, immediately bringing up the biggest power levels in the area. I knew Gohan's was technically a false because he was just a kid with a weird amount of strength, but there was a really big one deep in the mountains that caught my eye. I smiled and headed in that direction as Gohan watched curiously from the house.

Goku was always making me go on adventures.