Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ does he not look like a troll doll ( Chapter 4 )

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


Someone to watch over me…

"Behave yourself Shithead, I'll be back soon. Keep the onna cats out of my house or I'll blast your fuzzy ass from here to kingdom come." The cat stared at Vegeta for a minute before making his exit back outside. He shook his head and picked up several small suitcases and a dufflebag. He looked around for a minute before locking the door and going to his classic corvette sitting in the driveway. Vegeta made his mind up about going to Bulma's house to check things out before actually taking the job. If they wouldn't work with him, he'd refuse to protect her. He put the pedal down letting the wind course through his jet black hair, as he weaved in and out of traffic.

Bulma climbed out of her white stretched limo with a ton of bags in her arms.
"How was the shopping today ladies?" Yamcha greeted Bulma and ChiChi taking a few bags from them. Bulma walked past him quickly and threw the bags down on the floor in the living room and flopped down on the couch.
"That bad?" Yamcha raised an eye to her behavior.
"Besides being mobbed by hundreds of people and twelve stores later. I call that a bad day Yamcha. Tien and Krillin couldn't keep the fans and TV cameras away like Goku can."
"I'm sorry, but Tien wasn't hired as a bodyguard, he's just your driver. I should of sent Piccolo with you also."
"No, that's ok. I'm fine now. I just want to get practice done and over with." Bulma said waving her hand at Yamcha. The mention of practice made Yamcha stumble. Bulma looked at him for a minute.
"You ok?"
"Oh, yeah sure I am. Nothing wrong here." He laughed nervously.
"Bullshit Yamcha. Something is up tell me now before I find Barney."
"Told you there is nothing wrong Bul, just stress." He replied plastering a sick looking smile to his face.
"Right, whatever." She grabbed her bags and headed up the stairs. ChiChi stared at Yamcha watching the sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"You got to give this act up Yamcha." She spat out following Bulma up the stairs to change her clothes.

"Well at least the blood came off of everything." Goku frowned looking at the now gutted practice room.
"That's the least of my worries right now Goku. Bulma is going to scream when she sees this. What are we going to tell her? Mister 'Don't tell her shit' is putting us on the spot here."
"I know Piccolo. Guess she'll have to use the smaller room in the mansion for now."
"Guys are you done out here?"
"Yamcha, does it look like we're handymen here?"
"No but I'm sure I can put it in your contract Piccolo. Bulma is back and she's not in a good mood. Just a fair warning."
"Great, what the hell did you say to her this time?"
"Nothing Goku. She's upset because she was mobbed while out shopping. I should of sent one of you guys with her along with Krillin."
"Well duh, you get the stating the obvious award today." Krillin said as he entered behind Yamcha.
"Shut it Krillin. I'm trying to think here." Yamcha put his fingers to his temples as he paced. Everyone's peace was shattered when Bulma walked in with Barney and saw the room.

"Oh my Kami! Someone better start explaining to me why the hell my practice room is rip to shreds." She screamed as she looked around.
"Well, ummm…" Goku cringed.
"It's a surprise, you see Yamcha here was getting this place remodeled for you." Krillin bolstered out quickly.
"Remodeled you say?"
"That's right babe, I was going to have all new mirrors installed and new flooring. Just that the workers didn't get it done in time."
"Will you stop calling me bade! Ugh you know I hate that."
"You know I say that out of habit. I'm sorry."
"Well that's one habit you need to break. Now what am I going to do for practice?"
"Use the smaller room in the house for now. I promise I'll have this room done by late this afternoon by the latest."
"You better Yamcha or I'll have old Barney here rip your balls off and bury them someplace in the back yard. And that my friend is a promise. Come on Barney." Bulma patted her leg getting the dog's attention as she stalked back towards the house, her heels sinking into the soft grass.
"Guess she told you." Piccolo gave Yamcha a hard slap on the back as he followed Goku and Krillin heading for the house after Bulma leaving Yamcha in the practice room by himself.

Vegeta pulled up to the gates outside the Briefs' estate and took a look around. Most of her property was hidden with thick brush and heavily lined with tall shade trees. He frowned as he pushed the buzzer on the gate entrance speaker. A person answered, but the sound was so garbled Vegeta couldn't understand a word that was said.
"The King of England here to see Miss Briefs." He said with a sly smile on his face, which soon disappeared when the gates opened for him.
"Well that was an open invitation for a murder to come in." He drove up the long and winding driveway up to the mansion. Vegeta looked it over, kind of impressed by the size of it. He parked his vette and climbed out looking around before spotting a man standing near a white limo in the drive.
"Can I help you sir?" Tien asked walking around the back of the limo to Vegeta.
"Was that you on the gate speaker?"
"No sir that wasn't me. Do you have an appointment here?"
"Yeah, I'm Mel Gibson here to see Son Goku." Vegeta said trying to hide his smirk.
"Oh, Well Goku should be with Miss Bulma in the house. Just go up to the front door there." Tien pointed out for Vegeta.
"Thanks." Vegeta made his way up the sideway towards the door and was let right in by some man that didn't ask any questions to him. He heard the loud music coming from the backside of the house, his ears leading the way down a long hall coming to a large room filled with lights, smoke and at least fifty people. The music was so strong his sensitive ears were ringing loudly. He looked around the room from his position in the back finding Goku up towards the front sitting on a speaker watching the dancers with wide eyes, and Yamcha sitting in a director's chair talking on a cell phone. He watched the Namek walk towards Kakarott and poke him in the side nodding his head towards the back of the room. Kakarott got a huge grin on his face and waved Vegeta into the room. Vegeta gave a nod to him but continued to watch the blue hair beauty dance so sexily to the music it had him memorized.
Finally shaking off the spell she wove over him he stepped out of the darkness towards Kakarott and Yamcha as the music died down.
"Glad you found the place Vegeta, so are you going to take the job?"
"I might. Does she know about me?" Vegeta pointed towards Bulma who was taking a break sipping on bottled water and talking to ChiChi.
"No, she doesn't know yet." Yamcha spoke up as he closed his cell phone.
"I think she needs to know who I am."
"That is something you don't need to worry about. You are here for one thing and one thing only. To keep her safe."
"Hmpft. You call this being safe? I waltzed in here with no one asking who I was. Hell I gave three false names and everyone told me exactly where to go. This is a death trap if I don't say so myself."
"Who's this?" Bulma asked as she patted the sweat off her face looking Vegeta over.
"This Bulma is your new bodyguard. Vegeta this is Bulma Briefs." Bulma glared at Yamcha for a minute then back to Vegeta.
"Why do I need another one? Goku does a great job for me along with Piccolo and Krillin."
"Goku will still be around Bulma, but he needs some time off. He's been working non stop for well over three years."
"I see. But I still don't need another Bodyguard. Shit look at him does he not look like a troll doll?" Goku's face vaulted at the comment that Bulma had just spat out at Vegeta.
"Hn, I see now. No worries Miss Briefs, I see everything is well under control here and that my services are not needed." Vegeta turned sharply on his heel and walked out of the smoke filled room leaving Yamcha and Goku in shock.
"Damn it Bulma why you go and do that?"
"Yamcha! I don't need another bodyguard running around here."
"I'll be back." Goku pushed his way past the crowd of people to chase down Vegeta before he blew something up and left.

"Vegeta, wait up please. She does need your help she doesn't know why yet."
"Kakarott I'm not going to put up with a rude onna like that. You can put up with her."
"Vegeta, something happened again last night. Here at the house." Vegeta stopped in his tracks to listen.
"Someone broke into her private practice room out back. All the glass and mirrors were broken and someone wrote "Die Bulma Bitch" In blood all over the walls."
"And where the hell were you at baka?"
"I must have dozed off or something. I didn't know anything happened until Krillin woke me up. ChiChi was the first to see it. She's terrified for Bulma. Please you have to help."
"I'll take the job. Seeing you are too incompetent to actually do it. I told you and that stupid manager what I required. See to it I get what I need."
"Yes anything you want Vegeta you can have it." Vegeta gave a slight nod.
"Good. We'll start with the property and house. This place should have a lot more security then what I've seen. I'm surprised she's not dead already."
"My worse fear."
"As much as I hate to agree with you Kakarott, I have to agree. That is my worse fear also. Failure in protecting the one that has placed their lives in my hands."
"You haven't lost one yet."
"No, and I don't plan to anytime soon. Now go away. I'll find you later after I made my survey of this place." Goku smiled and left the prince to wander around the outside of the mansion. He noticed a young boy playing in the lawn watching Vegeta carefully out of the corner of his eye.

"You're the new bodyguard aren't you?"
"How do you know that?"
"I have ears you know. You're here to protect Auntie Bulma."
"That blue hair freak is your Aunt brat?"
"Well no not really, but I call her that. Her and Mom have been friends for a very long time."
"Hn, You just stay out of my hair and everything will be fine." Gohan looked up at him and smiled.
"Yes sir."

"I will not have a bodyguard following me around twenty four seven that looks like a troll doll!"


hehe Bulma doesn't seem to like Veggie already...*whistles*