I know, terrible summary. I honestly couldn't think of a better summary or title, so bear with me. And hey, people ship Trunks and Mai. Why can't I ship this? Well, I don't necessarily ship it, but I find it as a rather… interesting couple. I never thought about this until I saw a comment on YouTube mention it. So, I challenged myself to write about it. Enjoy. I hope Bulma or Gohan aren't out of character. I hate it when someone's out of character.

Bulma walked through the dark and desolate hallways of the Capsule Corp compound, the moonlight slipping through the cracked windows. It had been a long day full of grueling work, what with feeding and taking care of currently homeless survivors and all.

Ever since the androids came, not one person could be called "casual". Everyone was on guard, in case of another attack. It had been years, though, and everyone had gotten a bit used to the fear ridden lives they were forced to live. But they were still scared. After all, nothing but tragedy had followed after Goku passed away.

Bulma entered her bedroom, dressed in her night attire, and sat on her bed. She closed her eyes, and reflected on the past.

She remembered when she first met Goku. In retrospect, she was more than happy she didn't kill him with her gun. She laughed bitterly, imagining the results that would surface if she did.

Her laugh died down, and a frown formed as she started to remember the naïve Saiyan. The way he would smile, the enormous amounts of food he would eat in one meal, the amazing way he would pull through any situation that surfaced.

Pull through any situation… For a second, she felt tears well up in her eyes. Of all the times he made it through something, he died this time. And this time, there was no coming back. She laid down on the soft and comfortable covers, savoring each second of tranquility gained. She knew it wouldn't last.

She started to remember Yamcha. She remembered the days of their relationship and how he would attract all the ladies while she would get jealous. But he treated her with care. Even after Vegeta became her lover, he was still a good friend, and supported her until the end.

Until his end.

Bulma twisted her body around in the bed, not wanting to remember anymore. It was in the past, and she should forget the past, right? It had been years.

But no matter how she resisted, her mind wandered to Vegeta. She remembered him fondly. He rarely ever smiled, and if he did, it would be out of sheer pride. But after Goku died, all his smiles ceased.

She remembered the first time they had engaged in fornication with him. He was the least bit gentle with her. She remembered how she would feel both pain and pleasure with each thrust.

When she was pregnant with Trunks, he had completely abandoned her. Only her parents, Yamcha, and her other friends were there for her. She could never forgive him for that, and they would always fight, but there was something about him that she just couldn't resist.

Maybe it was because of their own battles and contrasts that she loved him.

But then the androids came for him. And then they killed him and the rest of her friends. Piccolo was dead, so it was hopeless. No more Dragon Balls.

Bulma buried her face in her pillow. She wished it would end. She had to make sure they wouldn't get Trunks or Gohan. But how? She was human, after all. She wasn't a Saiyan and she couldn't even fly like Yamcha, Tien, and Krillin could. She had no powers, whatsoever.

At least Chi-Chi knew martial arts, and could probably defeat a Super Saiyan in battle while angry. But everyone was getting older. Bulma felt like the only way to aid in this battle was to cheer them on. And that wasn't much.

She felt useless. She felt empty.

A knock at her door disrupted her thoughts. "Hey, Bulma. Can I come in?" She knew that voice all too well.

"Sure." She said with a smile.

The door creaked open and in the opening revealed to be a tall, muscular man with short hair. He wore a nearly identical gi to Goku.

It was Gohan.

When she saw him, she couldn't help but feel her heartbeat quicken slightly.

He had a little bit of every man she ever truly loved. Goku's calming and joking, yet serious personality, Yamcha's physique, and Vegeta's determination to fight. Maybe that was why whenever he came close to her, her heartbeat would do that.

Gohan was one of the only people left alive that she treasured in her life, besides Trunks and her parents, of course. She felt a strange attraction to him when ever he came. She didn't want him to leave.

She lifted herself up. "Is Trunks asleep?" She asked, trying to hide any emotion that might show in her voice.

Gohan nodded. "It's ok to rest now. I just hope tomorrow's the same." He scratched his head and laughed. Just like Goku used to.

She laughed bitterly. "Yeah, me too. Things just haven't turned out great ever since we came from Namek." She shifted her legs over the edge of the bed. "I actually prefer that trip more than this."

Gohan sat next to her, her cheeks beginning to tint in a pink color. "Really? You were complaining the whole time!"

Bulma furrowed her brows, and blushed even more out of embarrassment. "Well, what would you do if you couldn't fly and was waiting for a certain someone to come SAVE YOU?!" She erupted.

Gohan laughed again. Bulma was seething with rage, remembering fondly the rocks threatening to crumble and drop her into the lava during her final moments on Planet Namek.

"That's the Bulma I know." He said. Bulma was shocked. How did he know she was feeling down?

A deep silence surrounded them.

Bulma glanced at him. She leaned on his shoulder. "Gohan. Promise me and Trunks something."

He looked at her curiously. The moonlight lit her face, showing her sapphire eyes look endearingly at him. "What is it, Bulma?"

Her hands clenched at her nightgown's fabric . "That you won't die." Tears stung her eyes as she thought about him passing away. Leaving Trunks. Leaving her.

Gohan was silent. He knew it was a promise he would have a hard time keeping. Yet...

He put his arm around her shoulders. "I promise." She stared at his now serious expression. He was staring back, a determined look on his face. "For Trunks and for you."

She smiled slightly. You better keep it, because if you break that promise, you're gonna get it." She pointed her index finger at him.

"Hey, I said I promised, didn't I?" He raised his hands up in surrender.

Another silence.

Without thinking, she found herself plant a kiss on his lips.

It was a quick kiss, only lasting two seconds. But to Bulma, it meant so much.

"Bulma? What was that?" Gohan stared at her with a baffled look.

She was silent, saying not a word. He called her name again, only to receive the same response. She kept looking down at her legs.

He finally gave up and stood. "We'll talk later." He said, before walking out the room. He gave one last look at her before slowly closing the door.

She continued to look at her legs. "Good question, Gohan. What was that?"

This was actually supposed to be a oneshot with smut in it, but I'm not good at writing that kind of stuff, and I guess I felt like writing a bit more for this story. Well, a peculiar couple, isn't it? I hope you liked this one, though. It might contain some smut in later chapters, but I don't know.