"Hey Gohan! Welcome back!" Dende's usually cheery voice was, well, cheery! It brought a wide grin to Gohan's face as he landed on the edge of the Lookout's tile.

"Hey Dende! Is everything together like instructed?" He saw Popo lingering within with the dragon statue.

"Good morning Gohan, it's been a while since I've seen you! If you would have stayed a bit longer yesterday I would've made you something to eat." He set the dragon figurine down for them all to look at.

"Don't worry Mr. Popo, I'll be bringing up Bulma and Trunks in about a month or two, it all depends!"

Dende looked the man up and down, something was out of place, he didn't question about it though. "Gohan! Mr. Popo and I have prepared everything for the ceremony! The dragon is here and we collected the dragon balls from the radar's last recording spot."

It was Gohan's idea really, to take the radar and collect the spherical stones to save them the trouble of finding them themselves. They weren't going to use them though; they were going to make sure no one else could.

"Good! Let's get this over with so I can get back home!"

Another wind, darker heavier, the three beings on the Lookout all looked the same general direction. It was coming. And they didn't know what it could do. They were told about it, but many things were kept to their discretion.

Dende reached toward the statue, channeling his energy, focusing, and after uttering a few words in his native tongue a bright light shot out and encompassed the clay frame. Power rang out along the top of the abode.

In Dende's eyes they didn't have time to waste. If this was going to be a big fight then they might need a failsafe. The dragon would serve that purpose.

Gohan smiled, slightly, as thanks that Dende did that so they didn't linger too long on the evil imbued breeze. "I see you didn't need my help at all, you've gotten strong wince we were kids Dende."

The Namek chuckled, "so have you, I don't think I could hold a candle to, I doubt I ever could." Though he didn't care, he didn't like violence, Gohan only fought when necessary. They were a pretty good team, but then so were many.

"Well I wish you the best of luck in your marriage Gohan!" Popo waved at the retreating figure in the horizon, Dende too, both of them felt relieved that the dragon balls were now-

"Gohan! You better take good care of that ball! If anyone comes up here looking for the rest I'll have King Yemma give you a one-way ticket to H.F.I.L!" Dende wasn't kidding; he was going to give that human-saiyan hybrid an earful if anything happened. Well, it seemed as a good idea though; it made sure neither Popo nor Dende would make a wish for themselves. But still, he didn't mention that he was going to take it. Dende counted, it was the four-star ball. Odd, he would've picked the one, or seven-star ball, since they were more unique. He shrugged it off and walked to the edge of the Lookout. He gazed over the world, adjusting to his new job as Guardian.

It didn't take long for Gohan to locate Trunks' energy signal, he followed without hesitation. Trunks wasn't very conservative in his energy output, it lingered in the air as Gohan tracked his whereabouts; in the mountains, hidden deep in the crevices of the once active volcanoes.

Trunks felt his master's approaching ki, he could tell it was him, because it was either him or a very large and powerful bird. A pterodactyl maybe, but they didn't live in the mountain regions; they migrated to the southern islands after the Androids' onslaught. They just never moved back up north.

Trunks hurried and uncovered his project, he adjusted a few things then recovered his self-designed, most of it at least, creation. The voice grunted in disproval as Trunks blasted off to show Gohan away from his hiding spot. He didn't need him finding out about this, not just yet. He himself wasn't sure what he intended to do with this, where he was going to take this. He had half a mind to destroy it, he thought he had, but she remained half intact after his fatal blow.

Gohan caught Trunks on his way, why he hurried off in such a direction was unbeknownst to him. "Hey hotshot where're you off to? You missed breakfast!" Though he did too, now he regretted doing it, his stomach felt like it was going to eat through itself at any given moment.

"I had something to do," Trunks muttered, looking at the land below, a small herd of deer had stopped and looked at the pair floating awkwardly in the sky.

'Humans can do that?' Muttered one in its native tongue.

'Dang it Phil, I'm tryin' to eat my sugar grass.' Came a more husky feminine voice on the edge of the clearing.

'Well if humans can do it couldn't we too?' The same voice as before questioned.

There was a small murmur amongst them, but they all went back to chewing the grass and paid no more attention to the spectacle in the air. Other than Phil who'd begun to daydream about growing wings and flying where no deer had flown before.

"Something to do," Gohan found that a less than what he wanted in his answer. Though he could tell the teen didn't want the subject pressed. He dropped it.

"So, are you ready for everything kicking back into action?" Gohan asked, not entirely thinking about letting this new villain into Trunks' eyes as well as his own.

Thankfully Trunks perceived this question differently as partially intended, "I don't think mom wants to wait much longer. Did you two already discuss a date?"

Gohan shrugged and replied, "Kinda, we're actually gonna do that tonight."

"Well then you should get going! You shouldn't be keeping your future wife waiting Gohan!" Trunks stuck out his tongue at the elder, Gohan felt somewhat irked that Trunks was trying to get him away, though he didn't mention it.

Halfheartedly Gohan turned tail, in a somewhat literal sense, and headed back with Trunks lingering behind having difficulty coming to grips with almost being discovered. He wanted it to be a surprise; he couldn't have someone ruining it.

Once Trunks was out of range of sensing his master he went in an opposite direction, he'd have to be much more careful in the future. If Gohan was gonna be nosy, he was going to have to be defensive.

It didn't take long for Gohan to get back, and once he had the smell of flowers was heavy in their home. Bulma must've taken a long bath, probably with bubbles since the scent was full and strong. The one responsible was humming happily as she drew out something in her lab. Gohan leaned in the door frame, apparently undetected, Bulma continued to work making no notion that she'd caught the Saiyan in her peripheral vision, or heard him, he made no footsteps when he approached.

Huddling quietly; Gohan came up behind her, his arms securing themselves around her waist. Bulma made an 'eep' of protest but gave in quickly to his comforting warmth. She only knew of one guy that had that effect on her now and she was glad he came back early.

"Did you get everything done that you needed to?" She asked; making no effort to turn in his bulky arms to face him.

A silent nod as well as a kiss to the back of her short hair was the yes to her inquiry. "When did you cut your hair?" He asked kissing again once the words had left his lips.

She rolled her eyes at him, he was so precious and affectionate, she considered herself so undeserving. However with a less than earnest reply she spoke: "it was a couple months again, do you think I should grow it out again?"

"No, if you want to though you ought to." He began but wanted to voice the rest of his opinion, "I like all the different hairstyles I've seen you have Bulma."

She shrugged, she didn't think much of them, just money to burn, time to spend in a chair, gossiping, or listening to someone else rant about some experience he, or she, had in the last month or so.

"I'm not so sure which one I want to do, or if I want to keep doing it at all."

He swayed her playfully in his arms, "noooo, you have to keep it up!" His voice was muffled; his lips being pressed into her hair with barely any room for his lips to move.

"Gohan stop it," she whined sarcastically, and made room to turn in his arms to loop her thin arms around his neck. "We were gonna talk about something right?"

"Yeah, but can't it wait a bit longer?" He inched toward her with her lips deferred as the target.

"How much longer?" She asked trying not to sound slightly irked about postponing their marriage another minute.

"After I kiss you a few more times," he replied innocently and she rolled her eyes and saved him the trouble of coming down to her. She tippy-toed up and kissed him hard, sucking gently on his bottom lip.

"You know you've come a long way since yesterday," she began, teasing his lips by whispering against them.

"Oh?" He said filled to the brim with joy he forgot existed. He never really got praised for anything in the Other World. They just pushed him harder and harder once he was finished, no 'good job' or even 'good', nothing positive at all. "I'm surprised that you stayed single for me babe."

She shook her head, "I know, but I loved you then, and I love you now. There wasn't anybody else." Which wasn't true, she looked at other guys, but she knew no one would have been able to fill the gap Gohan left behind.

"I love you too Bulma." She smiled; the young man took the opportunity to kiss her again, more passionately than their affectionate peck shared moments ago. Without hesitation Bulma opened her mouth to grant him access for an even better experience.

Their tongues dueled for a moment; even though Bulma was significantly older she knew how to please. Her tongue was fast and experienced; his was eager and pretty agile just as hers. The touch broke, though they kept each other in a loving embrace. Bulma's head rested on his chest, listening to the loud sound of his thumping heart as if it was a drum.

"One more kiss?" He asked, his large hands running up and down her sides trying to warm her.

She rolled her eyes, "you're so needy boy," she teased gripping his shirt collar and mashing her lips hungrily against his. There was such a spark in the touch it sent shivers down her spine as well as his, and even through his tail.

The half-Saiyan's face became hot, because she was so forceful when she wanted something. He could only wonder about what she'd do in a few months for their wedding night. He was excited for it, but a little frightened since she'd be so much more dominant and experienced.

Once the kiss had finished, and they were resuming holding the other affectionately, Gohan scooped her back up into his arms. He walked slowly, carrying her into the front room to the sofa, "so have you thought of a date?" He asked laying atop her, his arms still underneath her bodice.

"Sometime next month, sooner if everything gets done," she giggled like a schoolgirl as he melted against her. He was so affectionate she would've been sick if she didn't love him and his touch immensely.

"Next month? Is that a bit soon?" He reciprocated with.

"Well not really, it's been nearly three years since the original date. Wouldn't you like to get married as soon as possible?"

"No, I just think it'll be easy to get everything together for it. I'd think by the end of this month." He kissed the woman's neck that he could see. Her hands looped up and entangled themselves in his hair, and she laughed quietly.

"You need a haircut; you're getting shaggy like when you were a little boy. I miss that cute expression you made a lot."

"What look?" He repositioned his face to gaze upon hers, a clueless expression ruling his features.

She giggled again; he was making it right now, that completely innocent and oblivious face of his. "Oh just forget it."

He grumbled and sucked on her neck where he remembered it to be most sensitive. She moaned, rather loudly as well, her legs wrapped around his hips, hopefully preventing him from fleeing.

"Bulma…" Gohan swallowed, "what are you doing?" It wasn't rhetorical, but he wasn't sure how to assess the situation.

"Gohan, you know that's my spot, you can't just ease me all willy-nilly like that." She nibbled on his ear; he was much more refined with erogenous zones than she. But she had yet to try something new.

After he struggled to muffle a moan Gohan felt something touch his back, her hand was traversing for something. His face flushed an even richer scarlet when she found his tail and began to stroke it, almost soothingly.

He couldn't help but let his pleased moan escape his voice box; Bulma smirked devilishly and continued to do as she pleased. She managed to pull the extra appendage out, it flexed around her hand as if it had no will of its own to do so. "Bulma d-don't it's too sensitive for that." His body began to arch and his hips slowly rock against her grip on his furred appendage. He gasped as he continued to be toyed with by her ministration.

She smiled sweetly and retracted his hand, so now she knew more about his most intimate zones, something she recorded. She closed her eyes and felt him stop, still panting lightly, he really got roused fast.

It became really awkward for Gohan in the last few seconds of that, his pants had somehow gotten too small. He swallowed hard trying to deny the fact that he was hard. Now his thoughts were tainted, he was thinking about what would've happened if she hadn't stopped.

She winked up at him and unlocked her legs so he could leave if he wanted. The heat between them countered the cold throughout the rest of the house. He didn't budge. He didn't want to leave her even though she most likely wouldn't hesitate to tease him again. Gohan's tail wrapped around her hand, and instead of stroking firmly as she had done before she tentatively petted it like she did with Scratch.

They both began breathing deeply, trying to soothe their nerves from the created sexual tension. Gohan was still breathing pretty hard; he'd gotten all rushed, his heartbeat thumping loud enough for her to hear. Bulma had a smirk playing her lips, their night alone would be marvelous.