Heya! Yeah Yeah, I know.. The LAST thing I need's another fic! Buuuut. *shrugs* What can I say? I'm addicted! Do they have like a fanfics anonymous or something? Hmm.. ya know.. There could be some money in that...

Ok, I'm sure you've figured it out already.. Buuut... In case you haven't... This is, yet another G/B ficcie. The general idea for it was taken from the Wedding Planner, and several other movies.. But, well.. If I hadn't told you, you probably wouldn't be able to figure it out. :)

Plugs: Ok, I'm not plugging a fic this time.. strange, I know. I'm actually plugging a Music Vid. A friend of mine made an AWESOME Majin Geta versus Goku vid, and it happens to be losing in the competition it's in. Sooo.. if you have a few minutes, go to:

http://www.saiyanthunder.com/fightclub/fight%204/Fight4.htm and check it out. The name of it's Myself, Complete Version. And, if you think it's worthy, cast a vote. Come on.. It's not gonna bite... hard. :)

Ok, All that said.. Let's get on with it, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the blah thing. The blah thing belongs to Cowboy. Don't use it without his permission. To get his permission, simply IM him on AOL at MrCoffee16, or MSN messenger at mistercowboy4u@hotmail.com Lol, not to mention, he's a lonely little fella. :)

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Plan on Forever

Chapter One: Once upon a time...

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"Bulma! If you make me late for work, I'll have to kill you!" A raven haired woman screamed, before checking her hair, yet again, in one of the pots hanging over the stove.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your horses Chi!" The blue eyed beauty called back. She threw on a pair of high heeled pumps, and blew herself a kiss in the mirror as she dashed out the door, and down the spiral staircase.

"Bout damn time.. I don't HAVE a job like you, ya know! I can't afford to be late. Unlike SOME people I know." Chichi stated as she threw a glare at Bulma.

"You know, it's not MY fault I'm good at what I do." Was her reply.

"Whatever. We both know I'm as good as you are. YOU just HAPPEN to be sleeping with your boss. But, someday, it's all gonna backfire in your face, you realize that, right?." She shot back icily.

"Man... You didn't get your coffee this morning, did you? You're being bitchier than usual.. and THAT'S bad."

"Ugh.. sorry. I was up late talking to this guy I met the other day. He's soooo adorable!" Chichi gushed, her eyes taking a far off look.

"Ohh, a guy, huh? Well, that explains it. So, care to tell me a little more about Mister Perfect?"

"Hmm.. lemme think about it. NO! Hehe, sorry.. I've just gotten to the point where I don't wanna share. That's bad, isn't it?" The raven haired beauty asked, her tone much more subdued now.

"No! It's not bad at all! You're in love, that's NEVER a bad thing." Bulma called back as she slid into the passenger seat of her car.

"Nononononono.. The L word is BAD! NEVER say the L word! The L word is a blah word." Chichi squealed as she climbed into the other side.

"O...k.. So you've fallen in BLAH then. Gee, that just SOUNDS disgusting." Bulma replied. She crinkled her nose up a bit, to show her obvious distaste at the situation, before sighing, and throwing the car into gear.

There was no point in trying to talk to her anyway.. She never listened.

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"Bulma! There you are! I was beginning to wonder if you were coming in today!" A brown haired man greeted her, cheerfully.

"Morning sweetheart." She replied, before kissing the man quickly on the cheek, and walking briskly off to her office.

"Chichi." He greeted the other woman coolly, his eyes never leaving Bulma's retreating backside.

"Ugh... Get a room already! There are SOME people who don't care to know about your fantasies." She berated, before turning to storm off in her own direction.

"Can you hang on a second? I need to ask you something..." He trailed off, his voice low.

"Well, you're the boss.. I get PAID to listen to you, remember?" She replied, but her tone calmed down significantly upon seeing the man's obvious distress play across his face. "Are you ok? Come on.. let's go in here." She led him into her office, and took the seat behind her desk.

"I... I've been planning on asking Bulma to marry me. I don't know how to do it though."

"Well, generally, you should walk up to her, and ASK."

"Oh yeah, that should go over really well.. I can see it now. 'Bulma, will you marry me?' 'Uh, Yamcha... What makes you think I'd want to MARRY you?!'" The man shuddered slightly, and lifted his gaze from the wall to Chichi's face.

"Well, if she's not worth getting hurt over, then she's not worth marrying. That's all I can tell you. Oh, that and you might wanna take the ring outta your pocket. You can tell what it is."

"Um.. Chi? I haven't BOUGHT the ring yet." The man replied, sheepishly.

It was then that Chichi learned exactly how many shades of red it's possible for a person to turn.

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"Miss Briefs? There's a phone call for you on line one." Bulma's secretary buzzed over the intercom.

"Thanks M. Oh, by the way, how's that cold?" She asked, sincerely.

"Oh, much better thanks. I can breathe through my nose again!" The young woman called back.

"That's great! See? Told you chicken soup always helped. Ok, I'd better get this call."

Bulma switched the intercom off, and grabbed the phone. With the press of a button, she was connected to the other line.

"Bulma speaking, how may I help you?"

"Miss Briefs? This is Tanya from the nursing home. I'm calling to let you know you might want to come over here. It seems your father's taken a turn for the worst."

"Kami.. I'm on my way." She breathed into the phone, before grabbing her purse and running for the door.

Yamcha met her in the hall, a look of confusion clouding his face. "Where you off to in such a hurry?"

The woman didn't even slow down. Without even a backward glance, she rushed out the door, Yamcha hot on her heels. She hopped into her car, as did Yamcha.

"What's going on, Bulma? Are you ok?"

"Daddy... they called.. I have to go." She stammered, tears flooding her azure eyes.

"Shit. Do you want me to come?"

"No. You've got a business to run. I've gotta go."

He climbed quickly out of the car, and with a reassuring 'Call if you need ANYTHING'. she was gone, leaving nothing behind, except the smell of burning rubber.

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She'd been sitting next to his bed for a day and a half when it finally happened. Doctor Briefs had been sick for years. A mixture of emphysema, and pure old age had been what had finally claimed him. Strangely, there was no hurt. She didn't find herself missing him, not even the faintest twinge of pain. Bulma thought something was wrong, or that she was just heartless, until realization dawned on her.

She was numb.

And that scared her even worse than anything else.

She vaguely remembered clutching a pale, bony hand, and kissing a clammy forehead gently, before hearing the last words she'd ever hear from her aged, and weary father.

"Such a brave little girl..."

And with that, the lavender haired man had slipped from this world, taking everything Bulma had left in the world with him.

The, there was a memory of a cold floor, and someone screaming incessantly, followed soon by someone bustling her away from the bed. A strong set of arms lifting her effortlessly from the floor, and onto a hospital bed. Something about having her face gently stroked, and then there was nothing. Nothing but darkness, and finally, the screaming stopped.

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She woke sometime later, her eyes still unadjusted to the dim light.

"Miss? Are you ok? You took a nasty spill back there." A male voice asked.

"Hmm? Where am I?" She asked, still dazed. Then, reality came rushing back to greet her. "No.. Daddy.."

It was at that moment the numbness wore off.

The man was by her side in an instant, an arm wrapped gently around her shoulder. She leaned over and sobbed into his chest, soaking the blue hospital scrubs he wore. After several moments, however. Bulma regained her composure. She looked up into the face of the man that had comforted her, and gasped aloud.

To put it simply, he was gorgeous.

He smiled down at her warmly, before blushing a bit at the close contact between the two.

"There, that's better. I..I'm really sorry about your loss. I know it's hard. My grandpa was killed a few years ago.. And well, life hasn't been the same since."

"Thank you." Bulma replied sincerely, as she reached up to dry her still falling tears.

"So, care to tell me your name? Or would you rather I called you miss?" The man asked as he leaned backwards in the chair.

"I'm Bulma, Bulma Briefs."

The man reached across and took her outstretched hand, and shook it gently.

"Son Goku, at your service."

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Soooo? Whatcha think? I have a feeling this is really gonna be a good one.. so leave me a review and lemme know what you think., kk? I know, everything Bulma did when her dad died may seem kind of corny to you.. But that's exactly how I felt when my great grandmother died last year, so work with me, ok?

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