Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rocksteady ❯ Detective ( Chapter 2 )

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Author Note- Big thank you to Mushi_azn, killarri, and Seishomuru/Mai/Chibi for reviewing thanks guys I appreciate it ^_^ because of your nice reviews I decided to post a new chapter the very next day…..hehe see it pays to review.

whoo ok where nearly getting to the good parts now.

Detective- Ch 2

Bulma hummed softly to her self as she got ready for her date. She slipped on her new Bohemian style dress. It was a tan fake suede material that ended high on her legs. With a plunging neckline that was accented by her shell choker she looked good. She pulled on her white duster that swept the ground and adjusted the bell sleeves that swept nearly past her hands.

She loved trying new styles and when that outfit had caught her eye she just couldn't resist. She walked downstairs to wait for Yamcha and spotted Vegeta lounging on the couch.

"Wow not trying to kill your self for once?" She said damn near chipper. She gracefully planted her self next to him on the couch.

"What the hell are you so happy about woman?" he replied scowling as always.

"Geez, so much for a nice conversation. I'm about to go on a date with Yamcha and I think he might be asking me to marry him soon." She announced proudly.

"What ever women. If you want to waste your time on that weakling be my guest." He said waving his hand idly.

"Why is somebody jealous." She said teasing him.

"Hardly, I'm not into men." He said giving her an evil smirk.

"Grrr… I meant jealous of Yamcha having someone like me you jerk."

"Oh yes, I've always wanted a loud mouth baka onna of my very own. I can't contain how much I want you." Vegeta says completely flat toned.

Bulma just rolls her eyes at him. "Oh my God Vegeta. Was that your own sarcastic attempt at humor, cause it didn't amuse me." She said slightly smiling.

He just reached over and shoved her head into the armrest cushion with his trade mark smirk in place.

"Don't irk me woman." He said joking back with her.

"Ohh, don't mess up the hair just because you have a permanent troll do' doesn't mean my hair has to look bad too." Bulma said sticking her tongue out at him.

"Now who's jealous? You just wish you could have such grand Saiyan hair such as my self." He says looking over at her pointing her tongue in his direction. "Oh and I wouldn't stick it out unless you plan on sharing it."

Bulma face vaulted. Who knew Vegeta had a playful side. Just then as she was coming up with a good come back the doorbell rang.

"Save that thought Veggie I have a date to go to. I'll have to finish putting you in your place later."

"Whatever." His features got stony once again at the mention of her date.

She walked to the door opening it to reveal a slightly disheveled Yamcha with a nervous look on his face.

"Hi Babe."

"What's going on Yamcha why aren't you ready for our date?"

"Well you see I have a sick..friend….yea friend… and I sorta promised I would stop by and see him since he's all alone. Sorry I had already promised him when I remembered our date."

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear he's sick. How about I make some chicken soup and we go over together and cheer him up." She said a little disappointed but willing to make the best of it.

"NO! I mean…. He doesn't like girls.. I mean he's gay.. no wait I mean…. He doesn't like strangers." He said getting flustered

"So let me get this straight. You're going to comfort your gay friend who does not like girls or strangers because he's sick." She said eyeing him warily.

"Yea that's it." He chuckled nervously.

"Ok I understand perfectly. Tell him I hope he feels better soon." She said smiling and giving him a brief hug.

"Really?! Umm gee thanks babe I'll call you later." He said skittering off as quickly as possible.

Vegeta sat dumbfounded. Could Bulma really have been that stupid as to have believed him?

She turned around and her smile became tense as a noticeable twitch started forming in one of her eyes. Vegeta shuddered he had never seen her looking so psychotic and it was more then a little scary.

"That ass is going down." She said through gritted teeth.

"So you didn't believe him then?" Vegeta asked.

"Hell no how stupid do you think I am. I'm going to tail his ass." She said as she watched Yamcha's car disappear into the distance.

"How he's already gone and you're not strong enough to sense his Ki."

"Easy I planted a tracking device on his lying ass."

"I don't know which is scarier women the fact you did it or the fact you just happened to have one handy."

He watched Bulma pull out the other half of the tracking device from a drawer on the end table. And proceed to leave.

Bulma trailed him in her car waiting for him to reach his final destination. The truth was she had gotten lucky. Her dad was testing his new improved tracking device and she had been carrying it so that he could get distance readings on it. So all she had to do was slip it off of her and stick it to his back. It was small and very adhesive so unless he knew what he was looking for he probably wouldn't even notice. It was meant for discretion so as not to attract attention and it was water proof to boot. The radar showed that Yamcha had stopped and was now moving about in a minimal amount of space. Soon it led her to a small house with his car parked in front. She capusalized her car and quickly snuck to the front window. She couldn't see anyone yet so she knelt down waiting for them to enter the living room again.

After waiting thirty minutes her back was starting to kill her. Finally Yamcha emerged from the other room alone and headed for the door. Bulma stayed hidden in the bushes as he left.

`Damn I never saw the other person. I need to get more proof before I can accuse him.'

The next day she continued plan `tail Yamcha'. She followed him all day long and still didn't find anything incriminating. That night Yamcha came back over to apologize for ditching her yesterday.

"Babe your such a great girlfriend." He said smiling at her. "I love the way you're so understanding.

Bulma started to feel guilty. Maybe he really was with a sick friend and she was just paranoid.

"So do you want to pick up our date tonight then?" she asked hopefully.

"No sorry Babe he's still sick and I need to stop by and bring him some medicine I picked up for him." He said pointing to the pharmaceutical bag in his car.

"Oh, ok then. I guess I'll take a rain check on it."

"You got it." He said climbing in his car and driving away.

Sure she felt guilty but the over all desire to find out for sure overwhelmed her so once again she tailed him.

She found his car in front of the same house again, but noticed the bag from the drug store was crumpled in his seat. She opened the door to his car that he had luckily forgotten to lock. Bulma grabbed the bag and poured out the contents, which was a crumpled receipt for a large box of condoms.

`Medicine my ass! That lying bastard.' She leaned against his care waiting for him to return. In about thirty minutes he emerged this time he had a busty blonde attached to his side as they made out oblivious to the angry Bulma behind them.

She walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his eyes going wide.

"Busted, ass hole. I caught you red handed."

"Uhh Bulma you don't understand this is my friend….. ummm Jack. See he's a drag queen and he's feeling much better now but then he started getting dizzy and I was just giving him mouth to mouth you see…."

"Drag Queen! Who the hell is this and why the hell did you just call me a drag queen you fucking prick." The new woman said pushing Yamcha off her.

"I'm Bulma Yamcha's now former girlfriend." She said glaring daggers at him.

"I'm Trinia, Yamcha's also now former girlfriend." She said as she turned and slapped him.

"But Bulma, Trinia I….I…"

"Don't even bother to defend your self Yamcha it's over between us." Bulma said stomping her way back to her car and pealing out of the driveway.

This left Yamcha alone with a very angry and very well muscled Trinia who seemed to have evil revenge type plots whirling in her head.

"Aww Yamcha honey I forgive you after all."

"Really?"

"Sure, it was only a fling right and now you're all mine. Why don't you come back in and make it up to me?"

"Sure sweetie." He said grinning dumbly.

After the door shut and the lock clicked all that could be heard was lot's of thwacking noises accompanied by a maniacally giggling female and a screaming Yamcha.

A.N.-I'm so evil…..muahhaha

"Detective"

Peek in, sneak about

peek in, sneak about

your broken hearted detective

hey girl save the liar

can't you see his pants on fire

hey girl, save the liar

can't you see his pants on fire

my back it hurts again

it aches like history

caught nothing all day long

your smiling back at me, but

I feel you must have failed me

once again you've let me down

my confidence below my knees

now I need to find you out

Peek in, sneak about

I'm gonna snoop and call you out

I've caught you, you're hands are red

Now I'm your broken hearted detective

Hey, hey hey

Hey lover why you gone?

Hold on I'm almost there

It's too late you've killed the trust

Don't act so unaware

Why are you so destructive?

Do you realize what you've done?

you can't bring it back to life now

What are you running from?

I don't like the way it feels

I just want you to be real

Hey girl, save the liar

Can't you see his pants on fire?

Hey girl, save the liar

Can't you see his pants on fire?

I'm rummaging through your closet

Imagining all the worst thoughts

Peek in, peek in

Peek in, peek in

Peek in, sneak about

I'm gonna snoop and call you out

I've caught you, you're hands are red

Now I'm you're brokenhearted detective