Dreams and Wishes
Chapter One: Moving In
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Description: An Alternate Universe (AU) fic. Bulma/Gohan pairing. How many lives would have been changed if Goku didn't make it off Namek before it exploded? Well, it turns out that things would have turned out very, very different. Although you will probably tell me this is an OOC, I don't think it is because these characters may have reacted this way under these situations. You may say that this is OOC for Gohan, but keep in mind that this all could have been going on in his mind before he met Videl. So, I don't think it really is OOC, just AU. If Gohan and Bulma is too weird a pairing for you, don't read it, because I promise right now this is not going to turn into a Gohan/Videl at any point. That being said, I hope you like it!
I never quite grew out of it. My childhood dream. The blue haired girl, older than me, mysterious, kind, loving…why couldn't I just make my brain stop thinking those thoughts? I mean, as a kid I thought there might be a chance one day. Me and Bulma. Me, and a girl older than my mom! Ha!
Of course now I knew that I could never have her. I knew from the rules of society. That sort of thing only flowed one way. Older boy, younger girl, Never the other direction. Never, to the tune of 19 years…never, never.
Why couldn't things have turned out different on Namek? Dad always helped me. When I had a problem, he was there for me. Why did things have to turn out so wrong? Why couldn't Vegeta wish Dad back to life?
We owed him our lives, I will grant him that. I mean, Cell would have killed us all for sure. But…I wish it was not so complicated. I wish life was just a little bit more simple. Dad gone, killed when Namek exploded, Krellin committing suicide…but when Vegeta knew that there was no "Kakorot" to stop him, that's when the worst happened. One of the biggest maniacs used the Earth Dragon Balls to wish himself immortal. Then, to make sure that nobody could ever wish for anything else, he destroyed the Dragon Balls. Then that whole mess with the androids…I guess I should be grateful that he has settled down now.
But when Vegeta and 18 got married, it really didn't help much. Besides Krellin killing himself for failing to win 18's love, things only escalated with my thoughts for Bulma…
Then, Mom got sick. When I heard I was going to live with Bulma now, I felt exited deep down, but I was scared. What if she could tell my feeling for her? I mean, I was only 16. I can't be that good at lying.
I tried to mask my happiness when I first moved my boxes in, but that only succeeded in her becoming more interested in why I was so moody looking. I tried to make up a lie for her, but I found myself looking at her, staring at her beauty. How does a woman of 35 years of age get more and more beautiful each year? Isn't the human peak supposed to be 25? How is it possible that ever year, every month, every day practically she is so much more beautiful, and…
"Gohan? Well? What's wrong, sweety? Are you worried about your mom?" I nodded. I tried to yell to myself "Yes, and remember, your mom is younger than Bulma!" But I couldn't. Why couldn't Bulma have found someone else? Why did Yamcha have to die? Why did Dad? Why did Krellin and Tien and Chaitsu?
It seemed that only Mom, Piccolo and Bulma were left. And the doctors said that Mom was not doing very well. Piccolo was spending all of his time with her at the hospital…sometimes I think that he was falling for her, poor guy. Of all the people who might ever replace Dad, Piccolo would have been the most ok, but now…she'll be dead. And would Piccolo kill himself too? What would happen then? Could Bulma go on with just me left?
Too many questions, too many for a time like this. A time when the Earth was kept at peace because 2 evil maniacs ruled the Earth. An immortal Sayin prince and his Andriod bride. A time when would I have been happy, had I been younger. I was moving in with Bulma!
To be young again…why couldn't I go back to the days when I thought I had a chance? The days of fighting Raditz and training with Piccolo…the days when endurance and willpower was all you needed. Not this, when love was a heartache and your own brain worked against you. Thinking of what you can never have, all the time, thinking of the questions, over and over.
Bulma seemed very happy to finally have someone to live with her again. I don't think she ever really felt happy after she found out that Yamcha wasn't coming back. She really seemed to care about me, too. If she had treated me like and adult I would have liked it better. It would have been able to forget the fact that I liked her as a child, easier to detach. But she didn't. She treated me like a kid, which I guess, from her eyes, I was. She kissed my forehead when I came in the door and she spoke to me in a sweet voice that she never showed anyone else. Just like I remember her.
You would think I would have someone to talk to about this, but I didn't have anyone. I was always to busy training and fighting to do much school or socializing, and my childhood friends where dropping, one by one. It seemed only Dendae and Roshi were there now. Dendae knew little of human relationships, and Roshi, having a crush on Bulma himself, would not be of any help.
When did I have to get so smart? So full of thinking? I remember if I wanted something, I did it. If I couldn't do it, then Dad could. But now…I couldn't do anything. Not even live my own life.
But, as it seemed, neither could anyone else. If things worked out bad enough, pretty soon the only people I ever knew who would still be alive would be Vegeta and 18. Alone somewhere, having the time of their lives. I never understood how they had a relationship, anyway. They hated each other, but yet, they loved each other all the same.
But now was no the time to think about the future. Nor the past. Now was the time to think on the present, to think about what to do about me and Bulma.
I knew we couldn't be a couple, but what could I do? Go dating? Try to burn her out of my brain with the image of another woman? That would not work either. I mean, how could a girl my own age ever excite me now? Inexperienced, immature, ignorant…why couldn't I be normal? Why couldn't I just…
The loop in my thoughts was cut by a knock on the door. Bulma was there, dressed in a clingy red dress.
"Gohan, I under stocked on groceries this week. Wanna go out for dinner and a movie instead?" I swallowed hard. Now she was asking me out on a date!
Well, I knew she wasn't. I mean, she didn't mean it like that. I was her best friends son, not her boyfriend. She was just being sweet Bulma…but it was so hard to hear her phrase it like that! I wanted her to ask me out, so much!
"Sure, Bulma, that would be great." She smiled a tantalizing smile at me and walked downstairs. Was it wrong that I wanted her to do this? To ask me out, to initiate the first kiss, to be the one who prepos…
"Whoa there, slow down brain." I mentally chided myself. "That's certainly not going to do you any good." Sometimes I wish I could just lower my IQ 50 points, so I could just have fun with my dream girl and not worry about things like this. But then, if I did, I would have that much less of an appreciation of just how wonderful she really was…
Dinner was great. I mean, really it was. It was almost enough to make me forget that I could never have her. I was enjoying myself, telling jokes…it was fun. But it never left my mind. The movie we saw didn't help, either. Cheesy romance film. I don't like then, but she did…and that was enough. She was worth any movie.
I only paid attention to the movie with half my brain, but that was more than enough understand the rather underdeveloped plot. I kept thinking to myself with the other half, "Would Mom be proud of me?" I was not sure. I mean, dating a girl older than her…not good. But Bulma, beautiful, funny, exiting, rich. She has a spirit as strong as Mom, too. Maybe more so. Maybe mom could be happy. I tried in vain to think that I was not "dating" her. But somehow, it felt like it. Wishful thinking, I guess.
Maybe I should see another girl, just to find someone else to do this with. Anything but sit through the torture of seeing someone you love who you know you can't have. During the end of the movie, which was a happy ending, she momentarily grasped my hand. I felt butterflies in my stomach, felt my knees go weak. I could probably lift 100 times her weight or more, but she made me feel I could not lift 10 pound in a half second touch.
As the credits rolled and we left the theater, I punished myself with thought of hope. Half empty thoughts, those I knew could not exist but I wished for anyway. When we got home, she said to me "I had a really great time, Gohan" We smiled and looked at each other for a few seconds.
"I had a really great time too." After that, we went to bed. I stayed up for hours, thinking of her saying it, over and over.
And that is the end of chapter one! I hope you liked it!
Chapter One: Moving In
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Description: An Alternate Universe (AU) fic. Bulma/Gohan pairing. How many lives would have been changed if Goku didn't make it off Namek before it exploded? Well, it turns out that things would have turned out very, very different. Although you will probably tell me this is an OOC, I don't think it is because these characters may have reacted this way under these situations. You may say that this is OOC for Gohan, but keep in mind that this all could have been going on in his mind before he met Videl. So, I don't think it really is OOC, just AU. If Gohan and Bulma is too weird a pairing for you, don't read it, because I promise right now this is not going to turn into a Gohan/Videl at any point. That being said, I hope you like it!
I never quite grew out of it. My childhood dream. The blue haired girl, older than me, mysterious, kind, loving…why couldn't I just make my brain stop thinking those thoughts? I mean, as a kid I thought there might be a chance one day. Me and Bulma. Me, and a girl older than my mom! Ha!
Of course now I knew that I could never have her. I knew from the rules of society. That sort of thing only flowed one way. Older boy, younger girl, Never the other direction. Never, to the tune of 19 years…never, never.
Why couldn't things have turned out different on Namek? Dad always helped me. When I had a problem, he was there for me. Why did things have to turn out so wrong? Why couldn't Vegeta wish Dad back to life?
We owed him our lives, I will grant him that. I mean, Cell would have killed us all for sure. But…I wish it was not so complicated. I wish life was just a little bit more simple. Dad gone, killed when Namek exploded, Krellin committing suicide…but when Vegeta knew that there was no "Kakorot" to stop him, that's when the worst happened. One of the biggest maniacs used the Earth Dragon Balls to wish himself immortal. Then, to make sure that nobody could ever wish for anything else, he destroyed the Dragon Balls. Then that whole mess with the androids…I guess I should be grateful that he has settled down now.
But when Vegeta and 18 got married, it really didn't help much. Besides Krellin killing himself for failing to win 18's love, things only escalated with my thoughts for Bulma…
Then, Mom got sick. When I heard I was going to live with Bulma now, I felt exited deep down, but I was scared. What if she could tell my feeling for her? I mean, I was only 16. I can't be that good at lying.
I tried to mask my happiness when I first moved my boxes in, but that only succeeded in her becoming more interested in why I was so moody looking. I tried to make up a lie for her, but I found myself looking at her, staring at her beauty. How does a woman of 35 years of age get more and more beautiful each year? Isn't the human peak supposed to be 25? How is it possible that ever year, every month, every day practically she is so much more beautiful, and…
"Gohan? Well? What's wrong, sweety? Are you worried about your mom?" I nodded. I tried to yell to myself "Yes, and remember, your mom is younger than Bulma!" But I couldn't. Why couldn't Bulma have found someone else? Why did Yamcha have to die? Why did Dad? Why did Krellin and Tien and Chaitsu?
It seemed that only Mom, Piccolo and Bulma were left. And the doctors said that Mom was not doing very well. Piccolo was spending all of his time with her at the hospital…sometimes I think that he was falling for her, poor guy. Of all the people who might ever replace Dad, Piccolo would have been the most ok, but now…she'll be dead. And would Piccolo kill himself too? What would happen then? Could Bulma go on with just me left?
Too many questions, too many for a time like this. A time when the Earth was kept at peace because 2 evil maniacs ruled the Earth. An immortal Sayin prince and his Andriod bride. A time when would I have been happy, had I been younger. I was moving in with Bulma!
To be young again…why couldn't I go back to the days when I thought I had a chance? The days of fighting Raditz and training with Piccolo…the days when endurance and willpower was all you needed. Not this, when love was a heartache and your own brain worked against you. Thinking of what you can never have, all the time, thinking of the questions, over and over.
Bulma seemed very happy to finally have someone to live with her again. I don't think she ever really felt happy after she found out that Yamcha wasn't coming back. She really seemed to care about me, too. If she had treated me like and adult I would have liked it better. It would have been able to forget the fact that I liked her as a child, easier to detach. But she didn't. She treated me like a kid, which I guess, from her eyes, I was. She kissed my forehead when I came in the door and she spoke to me in a sweet voice that she never showed anyone else. Just like I remember her.
You would think I would have someone to talk to about this, but I didn't have anyone. I was always to busy training and fighting to do much school or socializing, and my childhood friends where dropping, one by one. It seemed only Dendae and Roshi were there now. Dendae knew little of human relationships, and Roshi, having a crush on Bulma himself, would not be of any help.
When did I have to get so smart? So full of thinking? I remember if I wanted something, I did it. If I couldn't do it, then Dad could. But now…I couldn't do anything. Not even live my own life.
But, as it seemed, neither could anyone else. If things worked out bad enough, pretty soon the only people I ever knew who would still be alive would be Vegeta and 18. Alone somewhere, having the time of their lives. I never understood how they had a relationship, anyway. They hated each other, but yet, they loved each other all the same.
But now was no the time to think about the future. Nor the past. Now was the time to think on the present, to think about what to do about me and Bulma.
I knew we couldn't be a couple, but what could I do? Go dating? Try to burn her out of my brain with the image of another woman? That would not work either. I mean, how could a girl my own age ever excite me now? Inexperienced, immature, ignorant…why couldn't I be normal? Why couldn't I just…
The loop in my thoughts was cut by a knock on the door. Bulma was there, dressed in a clingy red dress.
"Gohan, I under stocked on groceries this week. Wanna go out for dinner and a movie instead?" I swallowed hard. Now she was asking me out on a date!
Well, I knew she wasn't. I mean, she didn't mean it like that. I was her best friends son, not her boyfriend. She was just being sweet Bulma…but it was so hard to hear her phrase it like that! I wanted her to ask me out, so much!
"Sure, Bulma, that would be great." She smiled a tantalizing smile at me and walked downstairs. Was it wrong that I wanted her to do this? To ask me out, to initiate the first kiss, to be the one who prepos…
"Whoa there, slow down brain." I mentally chided myself. "That's certainly not going to do you any good." Sometimes I wish I could just lower my IQ 50 points, so I could just have fun with my dream girl and not worry about things like this. But then, if I did, I would have that much less of an appreciation of just how wonderful she really was…
Dinner was great. I mean, really it was. It was almost enough to make me forget that I could never have her. I was enjoying myself, telling jokes…it was fun. But it never left my mind. The movie we saw didn't help, either. Cheesy romance film. I don't like then, but she did…and that was enough. She was worth any movie.
I only paid attention to the movie with half my brain, but that was more than enough understand the rather underdeveloped plot. I kept thinking to myself with the other half, "Would Mom be proud of me?" I was not sure. I mean, dating a girl older than her…not good. But Bulma, beautiful, funny, exiting, rich. She has a spirit as strong as Mom, too. Maybe more so. Maybe mom could be happy. I tried in vain to think that I was not "dating" her. But somehow, it felt like it. Wishful thinking, I guess.
Maybe I should see another girl, just to find someone else to do this with. Anything but sit through the torture of seeing someone you love who you know you can't have. During the end of the movie, which was a happy ending, she momentarily grasped my hand. I felt butterflies in my stomach, felt my knees go weak. I could probably lift 100 times her weight or more, but she made me feel I could not lift 10 pound in a half second touch.
As the credits rolled and we left the theater, I punished myself with thought of hope. Half empty thoughts, those I knew could not exist but I wished for anyway. When we got home, she said to me "I had a really great time, Gohan" We smiled and looked at each other for a few seconds.
"I had a really great time too." After that, we went to bed. I stayed up for hours, thinking of her saying it, over and over.
And that is the end of chapter one! I hope you liked it!
