Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Hmpft, damn cat ( Chapter 3 )

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Someone to watch over me…


ChiChi was startled awake from her peaceful sleep by a noise outside. Reaching to Goku's side of the bed she noticed once again that he hadn't made his way from the mansion to their guest home again. She quickly got up and went to her son's room to make sure he was still asleep before she went to investigate. Finding Gohan sleeping like an angel, she turned her attention to the front door when she heard more clattering noises.
"Shit great time for Goku to be snoozing on the couch in that damn house." She cursed her husband in a whisper as she picked up a baseball bat near the front door. ChiChi inched the door open, noticing all the lights were off in the mansion except for the floodlight near the giant pool making it difficult to see her way around. The sound shattering glass coming from the practice room on the other side of the estate sent ChiChi's blood running cold.
'If that didn't wake everyone in the house I don't know what would.' She thought as she crept towards the practice room with her bat readied for anything or anyone that might still be there.

"Hey Goku did you hear that?"
"Yeah, I'm not sure what that was Krillin. Lets go check it out. Piccolo stay here and make sure Bulma doesn't wake up or come outside." Piccolo gave Goku a slight nod before returning back up the stairs to sit by Bulma's bedroom door.
"Sounded like it came from the practice room." Krillin whispered as the made their way around the side out mansion heading towards the back to find out what in seven hells was going on. The sound of more breaking glass spooked Krillin and made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Damn it Krillin come on. If it's that weirdo that's stalking Bulma we need to catch him."
"I know Goku, but I don't like this feeling I'm having. It's not good." Goku's head snapped up when he heard ChiChi scream in terror sending him on a dead run to find her. He caught up with her as she made a mad dash across the yard running through Bulma's beautiful rose garden.
"Chi what the hell is going on? Shit look at you." ChiChi's hair was disheveled, her nightgown torn by the rose thorns that snagged it as she raced by tearing into her calves and thighs.
"Oh Kami Goku it's awful."
"Go back to the house and lock the door. Don't leave Gohan by himself you hear me?" ChiChi gave a hesitating nod and walked swiftly towards her home.
"Goku I think you need to come here and look at this."
"Call Yamcha now! I think Bulma needs to get out of here."

A slightly drunk Yamcha showed up almost an hour later after the first call from Krillin telling him that someone had broken into the estate again and went undetected to anyone until the damage was done.
"What the hell happened? Goku where were you?" Goku looked Yamcha over, clothes wrinkled and hardly dressed right.
"I was in here the whole time. I must of fell asleep here on the couch because the next thing I remember was Krillin and Piccolo nudging me awake."
"Damn Yamcha you look like hell." Krillin eyed Yamcha carefully as he paced by the glass doors that lead to the back yard.
"Krillin shut it. I'm gone for four hours and have to come back here. Wouldn't you think you'd look like this?" Krillin opened his mouth to answer but decided against it at the time. His paycheck was signed by the baka and he couldn't risk not getting one next week.
"Bulma alright then?"
"Yeah, I don't think she heard a thing." Piccolo answered as he walked by to resume his post at the top of the stairs.
"Then it shall be that way. Tell her that a tree or something destroyed that area so she won't go back there. Not until things are cleaned up at least."
"Damn it Yamcha she needs to know what's going on here. Her life is in danger but you chose to hide it from her? If you don't tell her I will."
" You are not telling her shit Goku. You hear me? That is nothing! Some shattered glass and a bloody smear prints doesn't mean her life is in danger."
"Bullshit! Did you read what was written in the blood Yamcha? It said Die Bulma Bitch! What about those letters? The bomb? Have you conveniently forgotten about those along the way?"
"Just some sick fan trying to gain attention for doing this."
"It's more then just that, someone wants her dead and will get her if I don't get some help to protect her. Then what would you do if you lost that woman upstairs? Your meal ticket will be gone."
"And so is your free room and board here. Just get your friend you were talking about and get to work."
"Like I said I don't know if he's going to even take this job. I wouldn't have to worry night and day wondering if I'm going to be there if anything happens to her. That is my greatest fear. I won't be there."
"Well if you're not going to pursued him about this job then I will."
"You don't know him like I do Yamcha."
"I don't care at this point Goku, you are all talk here. I want to see this guy that comes highly recommended by you. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."
"As you wish. I'm going to go check on ChiChi now. And Yamcha, go clean yourself up, you smell of three different women." Goku spat out as he exited through the back doors going to his home. Yamcha looked himself over and then sniff his suit jacket and shrugged.
"Nothing gets past that damn Saiyan nose does it?" He mumbled to himself as he walked towards the bathroom to shower and change his clothes.

Vegeta cracked an eye open as the sun started to creep through the blinds in his bedroom. Feeling a lightweight on his chest his gaze moved to see Shithead curled up purring in his sleep on his chest.
"Hmpft, damn cat." He rolled his eyes and picked the sleeping cat up and put him on the side of the bed so he could get up. He grabbed his black silk boxers from the night before and slipped them on his way to the bathroom to do his morning rituals.
"You better be off my damn bed when I come back you hear me Shithead?" The cat opened a lazy eye looking at the grumpy Saiyan for a moment before closing it to return to sleep. Vegeta shook his head and made his way to the shower letting the semi-cool water beat against his tired and achy muscles. Leaning his arms against the shower wall he put his face under the water letting his flame like hair fall around his shoulders. The sound of the doorbell interrupted his quality time with the shower. He gave a growl and cursed under his breath as he wrapped himself in a towel and headed for the door still dripping wet.

"This better be good to interrupt me." He snarled to the taller man at his door.
"Vegeta I presume?"
"Who's asking?"
"I'm Yamcha, Bulma Briefs' manager. I wanted to stop by and talk to you about the job I have open."
"Didn't that baka Kakarott tell you that I would think about it?"
"Kakarott? Oh you mean Goku, yeah he did, but I've come to up the ante."
"Really? The onna must be really important if you want to spend that kind of money to protect her."
"Fifteen thousand zenis a week for the job. That is triple what everyone else receives for guarding her."
"That's not all I require for this. Anything I say goes you understand? No 'on a moments notice' crap. Everything will be on schedule. All places and events she will attend will be surveyed before she enters. If her home needs more security I will have it installed and bill directly to you."
"I understand. So will you take it?"
"I'm still thinking about it. I will let you know."
"That's it? You'll think about it? Come on here. I just offered you enough money to live comfortably for six months and you'll think about it? Hell maybe Goku was wrong about you. You actually don't even look strong enough to be a bodyguard for someone like Bulma." The anger flared in Vegeta's eyes after Yamcha finished his degrading insult at the Prince.
"You have no idea who you are messing with here. I suggest you leave before I snap you in half like a twig." Vegeta growled and let the shocked man that was caught in his iron grip go. Yamcha grimaced and rubbed his shoulder before stalking away from the door back to his fancy 4x4 that was parked in Vegeta's driveway.
"Damn bakas, this place is nothing but bakas." Vegeta shook his head and slammed his door shut going to the kitchen to fix his breakfast.

Twenty miles away on the other side of the city, Bulma was waking to another beautiful Satan City morning. She sat up stretching her arms above her head as she yawned.
"Barney do you mind?" She gave the poor dog an evil eye. Sometime during the night Barney had plopped down on Bulma's legs pinning them to the mattress. Barney perked his ears and looked at her.
"Go on, shoo! I need to get up and start my day." She pulled on his dark purple collar finally getting him off the bed. She lazily stretched the kinks out of her legs and walked towards the door.
"Piccolo? Make sure Barney goes down stairs and scares the shit out of Yamcha." Piccolo cocked an eye towards her with a small grin.
"You got it." Piccolo loved when Barney would torture Yamcha. It was quite amusing to see Yamcha running from the big lazy dog. Barney was just a big baby but Yamcha was afraid of him since he almost bit him one night after he stepped on his tail.
"Thanks, I'll be down in a few." She swatted Barney out the door so she could shut it and do her beauty ritual for the day.
"Come on Barney, your friend is downstairs waiting for you." Piccolo followed the dog down the stairs going towards the huge study.

"Did she hear anything last night?" Goku asked the tall green Namek.
"She didn't say anything. That room is virtually sound proof so I doubt it."
"Just help me keep her away from there. I got a crew of workers out there now cleaning it up." Piccolo nodded noticing the small crew of men carrying out buckets of broken glass and mirrors from the room.
"Tell her to go shopping or use the other room. No big deal." Krillin interjected.
"She'll want to practice, she has a show tomorrow night. We all need to be ready for that." Everyone nodded as Yamcha came in.
"Where have you been?"
"Talking to your friend Goku. He sure doesn't look like a top-notch bodyguard. He's fucking smaller then me. I could do a better job guarding her then he could."
"Don't underestimate Vegeta. He's at the top of the game."
"I'll give him a try, but I don't think he'll be worth the money I'm spending on his ass."
"He'll earn every zeni of that money and then some. You'll eat those words Yamcha."

"Chi, why are you wearing those Kami awful pants? It's has to be almost 90 degrees out there right now and it only nine o'clock in the morning." Bulma questioned as she helped herself to some fruit for breakfast.
"Oh, I was up way early and it was cold, I just haven't changed yet." ChiChi gave a small laugh, hoping Bulma wouldn't see through her lie easily.
"Early? You're never up early."
"Gohan woke up for some reason, so I decided to stay up after I got him back to sleep."
"Oh? Well, I think I'm going to start practice early."
"No you can't!"
"Why not Chi?" Bulma gave her a questioning look.
"Well we ah, we need to get you some clothes for tomorrow." Chi blurted out.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Have Tien get the car ready we'll go, but after we get back I need to practice."
"No problem." Chi answered and wiped the sweat from her brow. She hated lying to her friend, but Yamcha had put his foot down on telling her what was going on, threatening them with their jobs.
"I just hope that new bodyguard shows up soon. I can't take this anymore."