Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ this one takes the cake ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me.


Bulma sat on her balcony on the third floor of her beautiful mansion looking at the night sky in all its glory. The light from the faintest star sparkled in her bright blue eyes like radiant sapphires. Her long blue hair cascaded over her pale shoulders in small waves. It was nights like this that she loved the most. Peaceful and quiet and no demand for her to sing and dance for thousands of screaming fans. She loved to sing, and she loved to dance but with the stress of the awards coming soon for her and with Yamcha pushing her to do more public shows and interviews it was all weighing heavy on her. Her friends and family were pushed along the wayside as her career took off just over two years ago and she yearned to have companions once again besides her bodyguards, assistants, and managers. She loved her personal assistant ChiChi to death, but she had a life of her own now. She got married to Goku after they met and fell in love and had a son together named Gohan. Bulma gave out a heavy sigh just thinking about having a life like that. One that wasn't so complicated like the one she had now. Her biological clock ticking loudly in the back of her mind. But life on the road is no way to raise a family. Yamcha, her first love so to speak was still around, but she fell out of love with him a few years back, but remained friends with him and let him handle all her affairs dealing with music, publicity, and tours.

"Miss Bulma?" Bulma jumped as her name was called from behind her.
"For Kami's sake! Krillin don't do that anymore. You know it's not nice to scare the shit out of me."
"I'm sorry really I am. I just wanted to let you know that Yamcha wanted to see you for a minute before he leaves for the night."
"Oh? All right, tell him I'll be down in a few minutes." She gave Krillin a small smile before he left her alone again on the balcony.
"I need to put a bell on that little shit so I know when he's coming." She gave a slight laugh and grabbed her silk robe from the back of the chair, throwing it on hastily as she left her so called retreat to find the one that was beckoning her presence.

Vegeta collected his thoughts and headed for his small home on the outskirts of the city. He rarely stayed there with all the jobs he worked, but had a place all to himself when things were slow enough for him to relax there. He kicked all the junk mail and newspapers off his doormat before he entered the dark home. With a simple flick of his wrist the lights blazed forth illuminating the sparsely decorated living room. An old leather recliner sat in the middle with a small TV on the far wall, and a dead plant still on the windowsill that Kakarott gave him as a house warming present. He threw his jacket over the back of the recliner and headed for his kitchen to scrounge up a Saiyan sized snack before he went to bed.

"Hello Shithead. Staying out of trouble?" Vegeta asked as he eyed the orange and white cat sitting on his kitchen counter. He gave a slight smile and scratched the cat's head for a second before returning to his task of cleaning out his own refrigerator. Shithead jumped off the counter and ran around Vegeta's feet, rubbing up against his legs purring wildly.
"Now what do you want? I don't have time to pay attention to you in the first place. I don't know why you even hang around here." A loud meow and more purring answered him back. Even though Vegeta was one arrogant, cocky, and badass guy, he enjoyed the company of the straggly looking stray cat that adopted him the first week he moved in. Even though Vegeta kicked the cat out several times and threw ki blasts at the poor thing in hopes it would leave, the cat always came back with more affection then the last time. Defeated Vegeta took him in and named him the first thing that came to mind. It would have been Kakarott, but he didn't need a reminder anymore then he already did of that baka.
"You don't think I'm sharing my food with you do you?" Vegeta rolled his eyes and ended up giving it some of the lunchmeat from his sandwich in hopes that it would leave him be so he could finish eating.
"So, tell me Shithead. Meet any onna cats in the neighborhood? I bet you're getting more action then I've ever had. Just don't bring them here. You can do your thing outside." Vegeta snorted out as the cat eyed him wearily before meowing in response.
"Is that so? Get out of here before I blast you." Vegeta watch the cat scamper out the small animal door on the back door into the night.
"Hmpft, I won't be seeing his mangy ass for awhile." Vegeta got up and deposited his plate in the sink and gave a stretch before he padded down the hall to his bathroom to take a shower to rid his body of the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol.

"Hey Yamcha, Krillin said you wanted to see me?"
"Hey babe. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you for a minute."
"Stop calling me babe. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."
"Sorry, I wanted to show you something."
"If it's in your pants, I'll have to decline."
"Bulma, come on this is serious. You have a show over at Barnstormers and I want you to wear this." Yamcha lifted up a garment bag and unzipped it revealing a very provocative dress.
"I've worn some outrages outfits before Yamcha but this one takes the cake. What the hell were you thinking when you got that?"
"I thought it would look fabulous on you. And I think it's perfect for the video."
"Yamcha, I'm going to look like a slut in that outfit. Why can't I wear what I want to for a change?"
"What? You don't like the leather and beading? I had it imported all the way from Italy for you."
"I don't care. That skirt has nothing to it but beads, and my ass will be sticking out."
"There is a body suit to it silly. You are going to be stunning in it. This going to send everyone that sees your video to race out and get the "Tonight is what it means to be young" single you know that!"
"I said no Yamcha and that's final. I'll come up with something I like on my own." Bulma spat out throwing down the garment bag and raced up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Damn women. I bust my ass to get her where she is and look how I'm treated." Yamcha rubbed his temple before he leaned over and picked the dress off the floor. He'd think of a way to get her into it even if it killed him.

"You're still here boss?"
"Don't you have anything better to do then eat Yajirobe?"
"Umm, nope."
"Kami, go and pack all the sound equipment into the vans or something. Don't let me catch you in here the rest of the night."
"Yamcha, you know you're a dick?"
"No but thanks for telling me lard ass, now get out there and get that done." Yajirobe mocked Yamcha for a second before leaving the angry manager alone.
"I'm out of here. Goku?"
"Yeah?" Goku answered lifting his head from reading a magazine in the living room.
"I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right Yamcha, have a good night."
"You can count on it."

"Why are men such assholes?" Bulma growled as she entered her room and flopped herself down on her huge four-poster bed startling the huge mutt dog that laid on the foot of the bed.
"Sorry Barney." She reached over and patted the dog on the head. Barney looked up with his droopy eyes and yawned at her then plopped his head back down.
"Some guard dog you are. You'd lick them to death. Big baby." She ruffled his fur before she pulled back the blankets so she could crawl in.
"I just wish things were simple again. No lame ass stage costumes. No bright lights, and smoke and huge stage productions. Just my music and me. And maybe a few dancers not a huge troop of them. Looks like a damn circus anywhere I go. Oh well, another day another zeni. Goodnight Barney." Bulma reached over and turned off her bedside lamp and snuggled down in the huge bed underneath a very comfy down feather comforter.

Vegeta's mind wandered back to the talk Kakarott and himself had down at the bar while he was finishing up his before bed exercises.
"Singer huh? Probably some loudmouth screechy onna." He got up off the floor striping himself of his boxers before crawling in bed and turning on the television for the news. He leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest, the scowl still etched to his face listening to the rapes, murders, and robberies that happened all over the city that day.

"In entertainment news tonight, Satan City's own beloved Bulma Briefs will be giving a performance at Barnstormers on Friday night. Miss Briefs gave us an interview this afternoon, and we asked her how she liked coming back home after a world tour."
"Well, touring is a lot of hard work, but it's great to be home again. I'm hoping to see everyone on Friday night."
"Bulma, you've been nominated for several awards for the World Music Awards. Are you nervous?"
"No not at all. I can't wait for that night actually."
"Thank you Miss Briefs, and good luck at the awards show."
"Thanks, and thank you to my fans, I love you all."
Bulma kissed her fingers and blew a kiss towards the camera and winked.

"So that is the Onna Kakarott was babbling about? Looks innocent enough." Vegeta let the pictures of Bulma seep into his mind. Her vibrant blue hair caught his attention immediately, followed by the deep pools of blue of her eyes. He shook his head and snorted.
"Just remember the rules Vegeta. Just remember the rules." He told himself as he laid back on his pillows to fall off into deep sleep.