Bulma really didn't have a plan of action about how she was going to tell Goku, she wasn't using her logical brain when she jetted off in her air car with the passenger seat overloaded with food to Mt. Paozu. But now, she sincerely wished that her smart and rational brain hadn't abandoned her, as her face was heating up with shame as she sat at Chichi's kitchen table.

When she had arrived to Goku's humble abode in Mt. Paozu she didn't find him there. He was out diligently training with Gohan and Piccolo, however she did meet Chichi. Chichi was very appreciative of the study time that Gohan received the day before and upon seeing all the foodstuffs laden in Bulma's arms, she understood that Bulma had come over to show her thanks. Chichi invited her in and politely asked her to stay for lunch with the boys. Bulma jumped at the chance to spend time with Goku when Chichi offered it, the respectable side of her brain obviously still on vacation.

Chichi immediately sat Bulma down at the table, made her a cup of tea and bowl of soup, as she continued with her cooking chores and chattered on about Gohan's brilliance. Chichi didn't get a lot of company and she always had a lot to say. Chichi's welcome and her chattering about Gohan's potential as a Harvard scholar caused Bulma's moral side brain to come back to earth and made Bulma feel absolutely horrible about her true intentions for her visit.

She had been on cruising on a rosy warm wave of being in love on her trip here, but now she felt like she just got doused with a cold bucket of reality. Being ensconced in Goku's home with his wife and their familial surroundings about her only made her feel guiltier. Bulma could not take her eyes off a clumsily drawn picture that Gohan created as a young child that hung proudly on the wall. It was of himself and Goku flying on what she assumed was his youthful interpretation of the nimbus.

"Is the soup really that spicy?" Chichi asked looking Bulma's reddening face, misunderstanding the flushed expression.

"Huh? Oh, um, yes! But it's very good, I actually really like this way!" Bulma exclaimed, spooning the last of the steaming broth into her mouth. "I wish I knew how cook like you. I'm forever getting take-out or popping open a Capsule dinner."

"Spoken like a true West City girl!" Chichi laughed.

"Speaking of West City, I should really get back. I don't think I can stick around for very long," Bulma said, giving up on her ill-fated plans of her declaration of love. How could she tell Goku such a thing, especially when he had such a concerned wife and admirable child?

"Well, Goku will be disappointed to hear that you came all the way over here and then left without even saying hello. But if you need to go, then I won't force you to stay," Chichi replied. Although she liked having non-combatant company over, there was some relief that Goku's glamorous friend wouldn't be spending any more time with them. In this particular situation, Chichi couldn't work Bulma's presence to her own and Gohan's benefit like she was able to yesterday.

"You can tell Goku on my behalf then," Bulma said getting up.

"Or you can tell me yourself," Goku said with Gohan behind him.

"Hiya Bulma," Gohan waved with a sweet smile. Bulma smiled back nervously, still feeling remorseful about her original plans.

"Gohan, go wash up before lunch!" Chichi yelled. Gohan then disappeared down the hall.

"You too, Goku!" she hollered.

Goku smiled his signature sweet smile that Gohan had obviously inherited, to hide the small embarrassment he felt for being yelled at like a child.

"You're joining us for lunch, right Bulma?" Goku asked before he joined his son in washing up before their meal.

"Sorry Goku, but no. I only came by with some of your favorites as a thank-you for yesterday's heroics. But I gotta get back. I totally forgot I had to do something Capsule Corp. related," Bulma lied, as she looked upon Goku's handsome face. She had to suppress the strong urge inside of her that was pushing her towards him. All she wanted to do was to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his strong chest.

"Aw, we just don't spend time with each other like we used to," Goku grumbled good-naturedly as he thought about their past while holding onto her ice blue gaze.

Once again Goku observed Bulma two to three seconds longer than was appropriate. His dark gaze was just as intense as it was yesterday. This time it was Goku that looked away with a nervous laugh as he stretched his long arms behind his back.

"I'll walk you to your car then!" Goku said with a self-conscious smile. "Chichi, I'll wash up right after I see Bulma off," Goku called to his wife. Chichi nodded as she was oblivious to the tumult of emotions fizzling between her husband and his friend, as she was focusing her energies on setting the table and putting the finishing touches on lunch.

Goku accompanied Bulma to her air car, feeling that things were somewhat uneasy between the two of them.

"Thanks for walking me to my car," Bulma said, her voice soft as she grasped the car door handle and avoided Goku's gaze. Goku's large tan hand overlapped her small pale one, over the door handle.

"Bulma, I feel like something is bothering you," Goku said with concern. Bulma finally looked up at him with her clear blue eyes which were magnified with her unshed tears. It broke his heart.

"It wasn't until today I realized what a terrible person I am," Bulma replied with a catch in her voice.

"Bulma, you a terrible person? What could make you think such a thing?"Goku asked.

"What could make me think such a thing? Do you REALLY want to know, what could make me think such a thing?" Bulma asked, close to hysterics.

"Tell me, I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."Goku responded.

I didn't come all the way here to say 'thank you,' Goku. How I wish it was the only reason but I came all the way here to tell you that… I'm in love with you!"Bulma finally admitted, feeling relieved and awful all at once. "Now, are you going to tell me I'm not as bad as I think I am?"

Goku seemed to be stunned by Bulma's announcement of her feelings for him.

"Bulma…" Goku started.

"What? Aren't you going to tell me that I'm most selfish, shameless and disrespectful person that you ever knew?" Bulma retorted, tears finally slipping down her cheeks.

"Bulma," Goku started again. "I love you too."

Bulma gasped in shock, not believing her ears.

"I beg your pardon?" Bulma said.

"Didn't you know that you were my first true love? I've been waiting a long time to hear those words from you." Goku replied, cupping her face in his right hand and gazing into her wet eyes. He had echoed similar words to her in her dream. "You may have told me a bit too late, but it's still nice to hear that your first love, loves you back."

Goku's smile was devastatingly adorable as he looked at her and wiped her tears with the thumb of his left hand. Bulma smiled back at him but it was tinged with sadness. It was just like Goku to turn this decrepit deed of hers and transform it into something almost sweet. Bulma may be going to hell for what she admitted to him, and since she was almost halfway to hell already…

"Would it be too much if your first love asked you for just one kiss?" Bulma requested shyly, understanding that Goku had admitted that he loved her as well but would not leave his family. Still, she needed to feel his embrace at least once before she left him and his family in peace. At that moment, with Goku so lovingly holding her face and hearing him say that he loved her, she needed it just as much as she needed air.

"Like a kiss goodbye?" Goku asked.

"Exactly," she murmured as she waited on bated breath for his response.

He looked at the girl that he loved for most his young life, the first human he had ever laid eyes on since his grandfather, the girl that was always by his side in almost every journey, and the girl that finally recognized that she loved him back.

He crushed his mouth to hers as he allowed them just one kiss, as if they owed that much to each other. His raked the fingers of his right hand through her silken blue tresses, as his left hand snaked down to the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went on her tippy toes while pressing her body against his.

Goku's lips and tongue felt wonderful against hers, that she never wanted the kiss to end. She had never expected him to be such a good kisser and felt regret knowing that she may never experience his lips again. The notion of this being only kiss between them caused her to hold on tighter to his neck. She felt the possessive tug at her waist from Goku as he tried to pull her body closer to him, Bulma knew she wasn't alone in her feelings.

But like all good things, their tryst finally came to an end. Bulma flattened her palm to her lips as if to seal in their memory. Her lips still tingled from the mere recollection. Goku was breathing hard as he had never quite had an encounter similar to kissing Bulma and had no idea that such passionate kissing could leave one short of breath.

There was still that strange energy that crackled between the two of them, which was made even stronger after they had experienced each other's embrace.

"Goku…I don't think I can kiss you goodbye just yet," She whispered, looking troubled at the magnitude of her feelings for him. It took all of his strength to not reach out and hold her close to his own heart.

"I'm sorry Bulma…but this is our goodbye," And without another caress or word Goku was gone.