It was beautiful out later that night. The sky was clear and glistened with stars, and a pale light
settles over the sleeping countryside as a full moon showed her face to the world. And deep in the
woods, far away from the blinding lights of Capital City, Goku and Gohan were enjoying
themselves at a father son camping trip, deciding that they would take the next few days off from
training to just relax.

"It's so nice out here dad. I wish we could get mom to go camping with us."

"Yeah, but you know how your mother is. Besides, she'd probably try and make us sleep in beds
and stuff, and what's the fun in that?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But look at that moon dad! I guess it's a good thing I don't have my tail
anymore so I can't transform, but still…looking at it makes me a little dizzy."

Goku smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "I know son. Try not to stare too long, it'll make you sleepy.
I mean, we haven't even had our midnight snack yet!"

Gohan laughed and standing grabbed some fruit from a large pile of food next to the campfire. He
handed three to his dad, who grinned and immediately began to chomp down.

"Fruit, yum! This beats that store bought stuff any old day! Right Gohan?"

"Right dad!" Gohan agreed cheerily, wiping some juice from his mouth. Their laughter echoed off
the trees and through the woods late into the night.
******************

"I've never had a dream true, till the day that I found you. Even if I pretend that I've moved on,
you'll always be my baby…"

Bulma screeched the words to the song at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking on the high notes.
Really she was a very good singer, but she'd decided not to put out the effort to mimic the group's
voice.

"I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day. And no matter where life
takes me to, a part of me will always be with-"

"YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!" Bulma shrieked.

"What happened, what died?" Dr. Briefs came running into the room, wielding a wrench in his
hand.

"Daddy! Nothing died, I was singing!"

"Oh. I thought you were being tortured up here."

"Dad!"

"I'm sorry dear…but would you mind keeping it down? Your mother's sleeping and Vegeta's got
me working on the training bots. It seems to me you two have been training together less and less; is
something wrong?"

"No daddy, nothing's wrong. We've just been getting pretty distant lately. I'm beginning to think
that training is the only thing even keeping us in the same house."

"Well dear, maybe you should try spending more time with him. I think it's good that you're doing
something physical again; you haven't been doing anything since you quit softball when you
graduated college."

"I know dad. It's not that I got tired of training, but I've been so busy with stuff for the company
lately. I can't find time to do anything else."

"Hm…well If that's the case maybe I could take some of this work off your hands for you."

He grabbed a stack of papers from her desk and began to shuffle through them, mumbling to
himself.

"My word, have I really saddled you down with all this work? Goodness child, say something next
time! I can get most of these things done in a few hours…in the meantime why don't you take a
break and relax, get some rest? It's getting pretty late dear, so I suggest you get some sleep. I think
we'll go visit your cousin over in Texas on Thursday. I hear he's come up with some great new idea
in transportation and I'd like to take a look at it.

"You mean cousin Brian? I wanna go! I love his farm, it's so cool! Why can't we have a house like
his instead of this?"

"You mean you'd rather have a three story farmhouse instead of this?"

"Yeah! It's so…so rustic! And he has the little pigs and the ducks and chickens and the cows…"

"Smelly little buggers aren't they? Anyway, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and left to go back to his lab.

"G'night dad! Hope you finish your work soon!"

He grumped something unintelligible and called back "Goodnight."

"I'm not really sleepy though. I took a nap after the fight with Goku so I'm all energetic. But what
am I gonna do? If mom is sleeping and dad is trying to concentrate that leaves only one victim…"

Laughing to herself she skipped merrily toward her door intent on finding the saiyan prince.
**************

Meanwhile, back in the woods Gohan and Goku had settled back for a nice discussion about various
topics. At the moment they were talking about the upcoming fight, and about the strange boy from
the future.

"So dad, who was that guy? He seemed familiar somehow; have I met him before?"

"I wish I could tell you that Gohan, but I promised him I wouldn't."

"Aw come on dad! I won't tell I swear!"

He grinned. "When he's born I'll tell you."

"When he's born? So he's not alive yet here? Wow…I wonder who's gonna be the mom?"

"Can't tell you that either. But trust me, it surprised me just as much as it will you…"

Gohan pondered this, but couldn't think of any other couples he knew of except Yumcha and
Bulma. And they'd just broken up, so it couldn't be them…but who?

"Marron and Kuririn?" He wondered out loud.

"Nope, not them. Don't bother guessing, you'll never get it in a million years. I tell you what, let's
talk about something else. How was your training with Piccolo today?"

"It was great dad! I had a lot of fun; Piccolo's a good teacher. Although I'm curious; who was it you
were fighting with? I felt a ki and it wasn't Vegeta's…was it Bulma?"

"What? Oh THAT. She er…she has a new machine that lets her amplify ki. She wanted me to help
her test it…we weren't REALLY sparring."

"Oh, ok."

They were both quiet.

"Hey dad, why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying, honest! Well…maybe just one….Look, it's a secret Gohan, just like the kid from the
future. If I tell you it'll spoil everything!"

"Well if you're sure dad. As long as everything is OK and you're not being brainwashed or
anything."

"Me? Brainwashed? Ha! Nope, I'm 100% me."

"Good!"

"So Gohan, what do you say we get ready for bed? It's already after two and we need rest. We've
both had a hard day.

"Alright dad. I'll get some water for the fire and you get the sleeping bags ready, K?"

"K. Hurry back!"

"Alright!"

The moon shown down on the peaceful clearing as father and son worked together on their assigned
tasks.
**************

Vegeta watched the T.V with boredom plastered on his face. There was NOTHING on. Just because
it was two thirty in the morning didn't mean they needed to crowd the airways with crap like I love
Lucy and the Flinstones Marathon. (I hate those shows .)

"500 channels, even some from outer space, and there's STILL nothing to watch. What is it with
these earthlings and those damn walking pacifers? I purple one looks like it's gay! It has a purse for
crying out loud! And a burning baby head for the sun? No wonder this world has so many
arsonists…"

"Oh Veggie-chaan…" Bulma sang from the hallway. Yelping, he shut off the T.V and folding his
hands over his chest he closed his eyes, to look he was meditating.

"Hi Vegeta…wow, it's dark as a dungeon in here! Turn on the lights!"

She flipped the switch for the lights, but nothing happened.

"What the…"

"The bulb blew. I was hoping you'd come along so you could fix it for me."

"Fix it yourself! You should know how to change a lightbulb."

"I do, but I don't know where the bulbs are. And even if I did I'm not bothering myself with menial
labor."

"So I guess you can't be bothered with having light then."

"I can see in the dark. It doesn't bother me."

"Oh yeah? Well we'll see about that!"

Closing the door she grinned and hopped from foot to foot.

"Okay Veggie-chan, tell me where I am!"

She crept over to a corner of the room and crouched down.

"You're in the north-east corner of the room, next to the closet."

"Damn! Okay, where am I now?"

She crawled behind the T.V stand and covered her head with her hands.

"Give up woman, I can still see you. You're behind the T.V."

"Oh, bother you! I'm bored Veggie-chan. Spar with me."

"In here? In the room?"

"Yup. Watch out, I'm gonna attack!"

She came from behind the T.V and springing like a cat she floated midair at the foot of the bed.
Vegeta sat up and held out his hands to block as she went to kick him.

Quick as lightning he grabbed one foot and then the other as she tried to break free. Giving them a
little tug he pulled her downward, forcing her knees to bend. She landed roughly in his lap and she
stuck her tounge out at him.

"Meanie! No fair; I should've won!"

"Cry me a river." He muttered.

She started to say something, but stopped. Instead she put up a hand and gently touched his cheek.

"What happened here?"

"Where?"

"This scar right here…that wasn't there before."

"Oh that. That was from a while ago. I went to ask your mother something and she was holding a
knife and as she turned around it cut my cheek."

"Did it hurt?"

He shrugged. "Stung a little, no biggie."

"Oh."

She rubbed the scar lightly with her thumb, all the while wondering what the point of that little
exchange had been.

Vegeta closed his eyes and a kind of stillness filled the room. Then he put up his own hand and
closed it around hers.

Um…ok. This is new. What is he doing? Bulma thought to herself.


He brought her hand up to his lips and gently, slowly, began to kiss the tips.

Oh my, She thought. How did I get into this situation?

"Um Vegeta, what are you-"

"Shh…" He whispered.

She blushed and watched as he stopped kissing her fingers and stared into her eyes.

Danger Will Robinson danger! An alien life form is seducing you! (btw, any thought from now on
will be Bulma, so I don't have to type it all the time.)

"You're beautiful, did you know that?"

"Well, I've had a few people say that. You know relatives, family, my aunt Gertrude…"

He narrowed his eyebrows at her. "Geek."

"I am not!" Oh my god, I'm such a geek, why did I just say that? I should have said, no one before
you my love or take me I'm yours or damn it Bulma, stop reading those romance novels!

"Hm. If you say so." Smirking, he took off his gloves, then slowly massaged her shoulders.

Ah my god! Where's Chi-Chi when you need her? I need some comic relief right about now. A take
it off, take it all off or a few woohoo's would be welcome at this point.

"You really are beautiful." He murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. "Why didn't I notice
before?"

Bulma blushed even deeper. Was this some kind of ploy to catch her off guard so he could attack? If
so she was going to fall for it hook line and sinker. Although, she doubted Vegeta would do all this
for a distraction. Not to mention it was kind of…sweet.

"Vegeta, why me? I mean, there must be a hundred other women out there who you'll probably find
far more attractive and stuff.."

He smiled. "Do you really mean that? Do you want me to stop? Because if you do, I will. On the
other hand if you don't want me to then…"

"Well of course I do…don't."

Damn it, of all the people to fall in love with why did it have to be Vegeta? She should have taken
Goku when she had the chance; of course seeing how miserable her best friend was with her husband
half the time, she wasn't so sure Goku would be prime husband material.

"I don't do things halfway you know. If you agree you're in it for the long haul."

"Yeah, I kinda figured. But answer me one question. Have you slept with anyone before?"

"Yes, of course I have."

"Then why aren't you with any of them?"

He shrugged. "I felt no emotional ties to them. There was one girl I was fond of, but she was really
like an older sister to me. When she died I got over it and moved on."

"Oh."

"Well, what do you want then? Yes or no?"

"Um…can't we just be really good friends?"

He sweatdropped.

"…You're kidding, right?"

"Yes I'm kidding. You know normal people don't talk this much before sex. Why am I talking so
much?"

"Trying to prolong the inevitable?"

"Yes, that's probably it."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.

This is just like my dream. Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, yes that's it. In real life assholes like
Vegeta do not go out of their way to sleep with me. They stay far far away, and we agree to keep at
least three feet of personal space between us.

And then, the ultimate betrayal. Her own body, which she prided on taking care of itself and
knowing what was best for it, began to respond. Before she really knew what was going on, she'd
wrapped her arms around Vegeta's back and her tounge had somehow slipped into his mouth.

Oh bugger it all.

At the same time Vegeta's hands slipped down the straps of her tank top. She noticed, but neglected
to react. This was pretty nice actually. There was something different about how Vegeta kissed,
something more sensual and romantic. Even Yamcha in his experience with countless other women
couldn't possibly top this guy in kissing.

Pulling back, he moved down a little and started to kiss her neck. "You know, this is going to turn x
rated pretty soon…" He murmured.

"Mmm." She said in response. She wished he wasn't wearing is gi; that meant she'd have to tear it
off of him.

What was she doing? Had she gone mad? This was the same guy who tried to kill her a few months
ago! The same one who taunted and teased her and called her names…but what was it that her
mother had told her? If a boy makes fun of you a lot, they like you? Was she just trying to make her
daughter feel better about the school yard boys who made fun of her because of her brains, or was it
the truth?

She ran her hands down his back, running her fingers over the curve of his spine. It had been ages
since she'd slept with anyone…her body could use a workout. But still…did she want this? Did she
want to spend the rest of her life with Vegeta?

At that moment Vegeta's hands, which hadn't stopped their exploring, landed on her breasts.
Chuckling into her neck he began to move his hands in slow circles, making Bulma curse the fact
she'd neglected to wear a bra.

He squeezed her nipple (O_o) and she groaned. Screw that. Yes to all of the above. She wanted him
badly. Everyone had been right. She'd been the dense one. She needed this more than anything in the
world right now…

"NO! YOU STUPID GIRL, YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!"

She ignored the voices, swatted away the part of her mind that still refused to accept what was
happening. All that mattered were the feelings of pleasure flooding her brain, and the realization that
for the first time in a long time she was going to be truly happy.
***************

"Dad, do you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

"That power level…it's like the one Bulma's machine was giving off earlier. And Vegeta's is pretty
high too…"

Goku raised an eyebrow and stared into the sky in the direction of capusle corp. No way. There's no
way they would…Vegeta…and Bulma? He'd already known and still it was creepy…

"What are they doing?"

"I er…she must be testing the machine on him. Yeah, that's it. Works well doesn't it?"

"Dad, are you lying again?"

"Yes, but I'll explain it to you when your older."

"…They're having sex aren't they?"

"WHAT? Of course not! This is Vegeta and Bulma we're talking about, they hate each other!"

"That's true. I guess not then. But still, those levels are pretty radical…"

"Yeah, but I'm sure they're just goofing off; you know how those two are."

"Hm."

Gohan had a feeling he was right, but seeing the nervous expression on his dad's face said nothing.
*************

Mrs. Briefs sat knitting happily on the bed. Next to her was her husband Dr. Briefs, his face stuck in
a magazine which he was reading intently.

"Honey, this is the second time you've read that thing. Is something wrong?"

He grumbled something under his breath. A yell came through the wall of the bedroom.

"Oh my, I wonder what's going on…maybe I should go check?" She asked for the third time that
hour.

"Are you crazy? That's our daughter in there for pete's sake! That's just sick!"

"Oh what can I say, I'm a hentai at heart."

He shook his head in disgust.

Another sound came through the wall.

"I hate this family. For all we know he could killing her or something and we're just sitting here
listening." Dr. Briefs muttered.

"Oh hush honey. Vegeta is not killing our daughter and you know it. Isn't it nice that they've finally
found each other?"

He scowled. "Remind me to soundproof the walls later."

There was a loud scream, followed by a ferocious growl, then silence.

"Thank god, is it over yet?" The last time he'd said that it had started all over again, and he was
forced to sit through another half hour of strange noises.

"I think so…no wait! Yes, it's over."

"Good. I'm going to sleep now…dumb kids." Grumbling, he turned off his bedside light and fell
asleep.

"I'll have to get all the details from her in the morning…" Mrs. Briefs said giggling, then she turned
off her own light and for the second time that night went to sleep.
*****************

Inside the dark room, the moonlight cast a pale glow upon two figures sitting on the bed. The room
was silent, the only sound was the gentle panting of the two as they cuddled against each other.

Bulma shifted her weight a little so she fit more comfortable in Vegeta's arms. How long had they
been at it? An hour? She sighed happily and pushed a sweat-plastered strand of hair from her face.
The experience had been very…different. Although she knew she'd be feeling some slight
discomfort for the next few days, it was worth it. She'd give anything for another hour of that…she
couldn't even name it. It had been to amazing to properly describe.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and rubbed his cheek against hers. In a voice almost inaudible to
anyone but her, he whispered three simple words. "I love you."

She blushed and buried her face in his chest. That hadn't been a simple 'that was the best time I've
ever had I love you', which would have been appropriate, but a genuine 'I love you' I love you.

"I'm going to hate myself in the morning." She whimpered, but it came out more like a sob.

Laughing, he kissed the top of her head.

End SSJBulma: The Journey Begins Part 1

Author's Notes: Woohoo! Part one of the story is finally over! Did ya'll enjoy the nice bit of lime in
the middle? I tried my best, but I don't think there's any way I'll be able to write a lemon without
comedy in it…of course you have to admit Bulma's mental babbling was kind of funny…or not.

Anyway, part two will start from the Cell saga. Don't worry about missing anything, the first
chapter will just be of Bulma reminiscing about the past, particularly from Trunk's birth to just
before the Cell games, which is when the story begins. And for those of you who like Bulma's
fighting, part 2 is her big debut! And, just as important, we finally find out who Sare is and what her
purpose is on this planet. But really, what did you guys think of part 1? Good? Bad? Bites big
freaky -smelling wind? Once again, tips on lemon writing very welcome ^_^ I'm not gonna do
another chapter till I get back to California, so see you guys later!"

-Sailor Star