Hey there, everyone! This is my first DBZ fan fiction, so be a bit easy on me, eh? I've always supported Bulma/Goku, ever since they met, and I never really thought that there was much coverage on their relationship in the manga. So yeah, that's pretty much the reason why I wrote this story.

Now, please, if you guys see any grammatical errors or the like, tell me, okay?

Criticism is accepted and highly appreciated, but flames shall be doused by my cold shoulder. (DOOM)

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE NARRATOR OF THE STORY CHANGES MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE CHECK THE NAMES BEFORE "POV" TO CHECK WHO'S TELLING THE STORY.

MILD SWEARING, AND LATER, SOME SEXUAL THEMES WILL EVOLVE. (NOTHING SERIOUS THOUGH~!)

I do not own any of the Dragon Ball characters, nor am I writing this to gain any kind profit.

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To Be A Warrior

"As struggles come and go, Bulma finds herself become more useless as the fights go by. Fed up of being left behind, she decides it upon herself to develop her strength, and finally leave the sidelines of battle. But, many trials and hardships await in this quest. After all, it's not exactly easy to train with your married best friend, whom your hold your developing crush towards."

~CHAPTER ONE: FLEETING THOUGHTS AND CONNECTED LIBRETTOS~

BULMA'S P.O.V.

I let the wrench hit the table with a most audible 'clang'. "That's it! I'm so done!" I breathe out, sighing in exasperation at the device I have devoted countless hours on, but refused to work. God, and people say that what I do is easy. Hah! Easy?! Banish the thought! Frustrating, on the other hand, would fit the situation much better. You know, sometimes, I wish my trinkets were like men. They "work" when I utter a single word or move a lone body part. But I guess I won't be so lucky with something which was once pieces of scrap metal.

Or maybe I'm just too preoccupied with other things, perhaps such as my newfound flood of thoughts to actually make something which functions.

I turn away from the machinery I was tampering with, wipe some sweat, which had gathered in a small pool as I was working, from off my temples, and flip some of my blue hair behind my back. Pushing off of the bottom of my desk to give me momentum, I swing my chair around to the left window. It's almost the night, which left twilight hanging on the edge, grasping the few moments it has to be seen and bringing the sun down low. The oblivion of the night was already showing from the corners of the sky, and a faint reflection of the moon could already be seen. I prop my elbow, grimy from my earlier work, on the window still, and cup the side of my face with my hand. Breathing out, I let myself meld into the scenery, feeling the wind blow through my hair, gently touching my face and rustling my clothes. I close my eyes, reveling in the feeling.

But this is not enough. My eyes open abruptly. "The sunset is coming soon, right? I want to see it better…"

Feeling a bit risky today, and definitely wanting to enjoy the beautiful weather a bit more, I stand up from my chair, and grasp the windowpane tightly. Summoning some strength, I heft it a bit higher, so I could fit though. Lifting one leg out of my room, I stretch it so it touches the thin protrusion of the outside wall, and drop my weight on it. I follow out with my second leg, and push my body though as well. Grasping any place I can, I skim up the rounded dome of the Capsule Corp slowly and quite sloppily, I must say. But hey! It's not my fault if most of my time goes into making myself look more beautiful then I already am. It's not like I climb my house on a regular basis, anyway.

"Ugh…" I mutter, as I struggle the final meters to the middle of the building. Finally making it, I then begin the short trek up the large cylinder to my left, to bring me to the highest point of the building. Throwing my hand over the top's surface, I give myself a small boost on the last ledge to prop myself up. My breathing is heavy, heavier then I thought it would be from such a "simple" task. Well, for monsters like Goku, anyway, I guess, this would be no sweat. But still, this shouldn't tire me out that much. Guess I've gotten a tiny bit out of shape.

Hah! A "tiny bit" she says!

Shut up.

I stand up on the highest point of the building; Wind's hitting me stronger, and definitely making my temperature drop. Some strands of hair get in the way of my vision, so I flick them off hastily. After all, I wouldn't want to miss the sunset.

Turning my head, so I face the west, I witness the beginning of the long awaited image. The colors of the sky slowly meld into a rainbow, painting a picture only the luckiest could see. Red, orange, yellow, and specks of emerald green explode into the canvas, painted by none other then Mother Nature, and stars begin to show through mildly. All the while, the trees are shifting in a constant pattern scattering leaves to and fro, the wind is blowing a lovely breeze, and the city's noises create a unique pallet of songs. I must say, it's a beautiful moment.

If only the others could be here.

I wonder, would the guys…would Goku, Krillin, Piccolo and the rest…would they feel this everyday as they train in the wilderness? Getting stronger to protect those they love (Though I'm not really sure about Vegeta's intentions, to be honest.), they must come along such beautiful sights daily. Being a city girl, it's a rare and wonderful occasion to even see the sky over the thick cloak of pollution which has settled above our city. Which is why I treasure such moments so greatly. They would probably take such things for granted, wouldn't they? Probably would be too busy training to even take notice there IS a sky. I chuckle lightly to myself, clasping my hands behind my back, and pushing my torso forward a bit.

But, you know…

I wonder how it is.

Being powerful, being able to stand up for what you believe in.

Having others cheer you on in competitions.

Being able to protect those you love.

Being able to fight for the better of the world.

Saving the universe.

I've never given a mere thought to the idea of being strong.

I never thought it a necessity, something which should have held the utmost importance for me, or at least some importance in the slightest. I mean, what was the use for it, anyway? I've usually been able to get anything I desired using my sex appeal or smooth talking, so it wasn't as if I needed to use brute force to achieve something. If I looked good, if my brains were unrivaled, if I wasn't in danger, I was fine. There was absolutely no problem. I lived like this for a while, I must say, in this simple mind state that others would protect me, that battles and hardships were something I would skip out on, that I could skip out on. It's not like I would do much to help, anyway, so I was absolutely okay with staying on the sidelines and cheering the boys on, while I did nothing.

But now, it doesn't seem to be that simple.

Slowly, I close my eyes, and whisper the lyrics to a ridiculously special song my grandmother had taught me when I was little, that we both wrote ourselves. It was our special melody, our own lyrics, and a piece that only we knew, out of the whole world. But now she's gone, I guess, and I'm the only remaining person who knows it. Unless someone's been around me long enough to memorize it, but, wow, what a thought.

I sing softly, somewhat sadly.

"As doors close slowly,

You'll find yourself stranded.

'Choosing' your path, your destiny.

But it seems, unfortunately

The silver threads, which hold

Together your fate

Are slowly tearing at the seems.

And you try, you strive, to connect them.

But, it useless. They are broken.

There's no way to fix them.

What do you do? What do you do?

Upon your pillow, safe in bed,

It comes to you, your destiny.

Everything is just a dream.

Nothing is reality.

What do you do? What do you do?

Is fate something you can escape?

You would give anything to know

The future

So you could change it, so you could mold it.

To hold your life in your hands.

What would you do? What would you do?

With fate, with destiny, with predestination.

What do you do? What do you do?

With the future."

The sun now completely gone, the colors in the sky start to fade to a dark blue, only getting darker as the time passes. The stars shine blindingly now, and the moon hangs as a luminescent crescent in the middle of a black canvas, only providing further evidence at the shift in time. I plop down onto the cylinder, and lie down comfortably, gazing at the stars as they grow brighter and brighter by each passing second. I sigh heavily.

My moods, my thoughts and ideas and everything else…now they are changing as fast as the sky.

What brought on this sudden change in me? Why did I, all of a sudden, desire the need for strength so strongly-

Ah.

I know why.

"It…was horrible…"

It was downright horrible. Watching Goku sacrifice himself to the point of not being able to lift a finger, watching countless friends die, all at the hands of one man…

Frieza.

What a fight that was. One man, rendering Goku almost completely useless…rendering almost all of us useless. If he wasn't bad enough as a ridiculously strong opponent, after being beaten by a pissed Goku, he just had to go and blow up a whole fucking planet.

Like, seriously?!

As everyone tried as hard as they could…as everyone suffered grave wounds and some died…when the little boy, who had done everything in his power to protect me when we were little, that same little boy who grew up to be a dashing young man, and quite a powerful one too…when that man almost gave up his life, to protect us, and all I could do was watch, you better believe I never felt as horrible as I ever have during that time. And when we thought he died…when we thought he was gone for good, I felt a sensation which I could never comprehend. Sure, I was sad and all when Yamcha died, but he could've been revived. Goku, on the other hand? If he actually died then, he would've been gone.

Gone.

And that's when a change sparked in me. That's when I started to re-think things a bit. About my current situation. About everything I've become.

How could I ever consider myself a part of their group if I didn't do anything to aid their goal, besides make the occasional contraption? How could I call myself a Z fighter? It wasn't right.

"So…why don't I become strong?" I mutter sarcastically. Never mind that thought. It's not like anyone would even want to take me under his or her wing, anyway, and train me. My beauty would distract them too much, even if they did agree, so I might as well give up on it. Out of everyone, though I think the only person who would even bother to try to train me would be Goku.

But he's gone now. Traveling space like nobody's business, probably enjoying himself, knowing the fool. I smile a bit, remembering his goofiness.

But, if what he said was true, then he should be coming back soon, in maximum a month.

…Wait…?

Only a month?!

My smile lights up ridiculously bright, as my memories of the fool come flooding in. He's coming soon!

I'm sure the others will be thrilled when I tell them! I'm sure Chi-Chi, though, would have other thoughts. More murderous thoughts, on how to discipline her husband.

But you know…I've been thinking…

What are the feelings that I hold towards the boy? Love, infatuation, or attraction…? I know I should be dating Yamcha, I know things haven't been broken off with him yet, but…We constantly fight and bicker like nobody's business, our relationship is not a healthy one in the slightest, especially not when my heart could be swaying towards another.

Now, don't get me wrong. I understand that Goku is married, I understand he has a child and a wife, but I still pertain that small (Or maybe not so small.) crush on him when I saw him grown for the first time. My oh my did he grow. And into quite a handsome big thing, too.

It's a shame he had to get married to such a woman.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't have much against Chi-Chi. On the contrary, I think she can be very sweet when she wants to. But, I find her relationship with Goku off.

Being frank here, is their marriage really based off of love?

To start off, her love for Goku was held by a small childhood crush when she was probably around 10. And, I find it a tad bit ridiculous that she first felt these feelings because Goku, who was ignorant and stupid at the time, performed a "pat-pat" on her, to figure out if she was a girl. I mean, I gain interest in men quite fast, but never over something as stupid as that.

And if that's not the only thing, she practically forced Goku to marry her; by claiming it was a childhood promise. Why would she hold something for so long after being so young and naive? Taking advantage of the fact that Goku can never turn down a promise, she married him kind of against his thoughts. I mean, seriously? Goku though the word marriage meant "food" the whole time, and you still uphold the promise?

And now, you should see her yell at the poor thing. Goku gets reprimanded for breathing, the way I see it. And, he's scared of his wife, to top it all off.

You're not supposed to be scared of the one you "love"! You're supposed to lovethe person you "love"! Which is why you got married, right?!

Which brings me to another point.

Gohan.

I have no doubt Chi-Chi loves Gohan, but I see many cracks and holes in her relationship with Goku, concerning the kid. For example, when Goku had gotten battered almost to death in the battle between him and Vegeta, Chi-Chi, after coming down the aircraft, which I piloted, rushed over, and only paid attention to Gohan, who suffered only bruises and cuts. In fact, after doing nothing, she even had the audacity to scold Goku on saving her and the planet's hides. And in the hospital, when Goku was put in a casket and had to deal with his massive fear of needles, all Chi-Chi did was mock him and walk out the room, paying no attention to the fact Goku was screaming louder then when doing an attack.

And what is this about Gohan's studies? Like, look, I understand that being educated is a must, and I know how Chi-Chi would feel about the issue. I mean, hell, I don't want my child, whenever I get him or her, to be an uneducated little sprat. But it doesn't mean I'm going to practically beat my husband up over it, both verbally and physically. I mean, sheesh, when Gohan and Goku both agree that the kid needs to get stronger for the sake of the world, how can you argue back that his studies are more important? I just don't get it.

And I, myself, can see and feel Goku breaking apart slowly, one piece at a time, deteriorating, his will to fight breaking, and his thirst for adventure. I may be the only one to notice though, but Chi-Chi is sucking the life out of our little monkey man.

My eye twitches in annoyance, but I hold in the scream building up in my throat by smiling.

Infatuations are never easy. But I shouldn't be concerned much with that. After all, I have Yamcha! My smile cracks a bit. Inside of me, I feel a bit of disgust build up behind my broken grin.

God, okay. Fine then, brain. Be like that.

Never mind all that, I should be happy Goku's coming in the first place. Not only that, but now I have a chance to become stronger, both mentally and physically!

It's only until then, that I must endure being weak.

"Soon Bulma…" I whisper to myself. "Soon…"

And in the sky, the light of one star died out, never to be gazed at again.

GOKU'S P.O.V.

"And now…to end my training for today…" I skim the area, looking for a decent sized rock. "Ah! Found one!" I gear up, ready to fight an intense battle with a inanimate object. I chuckle a bit at my situation, before I resume my fighting stance. "Hai!" I send a powerful kick onto the rock, watching as the shockwave erupts, and the stone crumbles into many pieces. "Now, for some wood." I jump onto the rubble, and launch myself higher then the clouds, looking for a tree. Using the velocity from my height, I rush down and form my hand into a chop formation. Coming close to the trunk of a tree, I swipe my hand forward, and cut it up into decent sized pieces, landing on my feet gracefully. The chops of wood, which once belonged to the tree, fall down in perfect stacks. Collecting my belongings, I walk over to the rubble, and collect some decent sized stones, and put them in my large sac, hanging over my back. I do the same with the wood, collecting the best parts. "This should make a decent fire, I think!" Then, I begin my trek back my temporary home, which I currently reside in. "Whoo, okay! That should be enough for today!" My breath, which is coming out in slightly strained intervals, slowly begins to regenerate back to its normal state.

"Almost done with this planet, eh?" I laugh heartily. "I can't wait to go back home! Only, what, 8 days?" My stride becomes a bit slower, as I let myself get caught up in the scenery, and whistle to myself a soft, jolly tune. "This planet was certainly a weird one!" The gravity was 20 times Earth's, so it wasn't much of a challenge. But the people were nice, there were many places to train, and animals to "train" with. Although the folks themselves were quite peaceful, I did learn many usefully tricks from them, like Instant Movement. I'm sure that will come in handy in the future. "Heehee…I wonder if they're thinking of me. Krillin, Chi-Chi, Gohan, Piccolo, Chiaotzu, The Turtle Master, Vegeta, Yamcha, Tein, and…Bulma." I let the last name linger on my lips for a bit, for a reason unbeknown to me. Her name, even though everyone's does, makes my usual smile shine a lot brighter. I feel my heart throb a bit, wanting to see her. Ignoring the feeling, I continue on my walk. "Haha, I can't wait to see everyone again!"

Suddenly, I freeze.

"Oh god no."

My wife. "Chi-Chi is gonna kill me for being away this long!" I start to stress, pacing back and forward, "Oh god, am I gonna get it. I'm gonna get it so bad." I place my hands on my head, and start pulling at my hair, fretting about, nearly tripping on nothing as I scurry around. "I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed…!"

But suddenly, I stop abruptly.

A very familiar voice pops up in my head, his words I practically live by.

"When the time comes, marriage is something you should always be careful with. Girls will deceit you in many ways to gain your hand in marriage, whether it be for your good looks, which I'm sure you'll gain, your power, or your money, heavens sake, if you even get a job. Just…make sure you marry someone who you really, honestly, truly love, someone who's been there for you the whole time, someone who you hold closer to you then anyone else."

My mouth hangs open for a bit. "I didn't really understand his words then, but now Grandfather's quote thingies actually make sense." I ponder this for a bit. "Someone I really love, eh…Well, I love everybody, so I guess it's fine! I mean, you can't marry everyone!" Even though my thoughts had been "cleared", a feeling of uncertainty lingers in my gut until I get "home".

"…8 days, huh…?" I clutch my shirt tightly, dreading my return to face the wrath of Chi-Chi, and these new thoughts, popping out of everywhere.

I…I need to stop worrying about things. Everything's fine!

So, slowly, I release my tension, softly singing my favorite tune to help me get over these negative thoughts.

"As doors close slowly,

You'll find yourself stranded.

'Choosing' your path, your destiny.

But it seems, unfortunately

The silver threads, which hold

Together your fate

Are slowly tearing at the seems."

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