Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ And you still look hideous ( Chapter 5 )

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Someone to watch over me…

"Goku, did you get him to stay?" Yamcha yelled out rushing down the hallway.
"Yes, but you have to tell Bulma what is going on. Vegeta thinks it's better that she know why he's here in the first place."
"After the awards, I promise after the ceremony in Los Angeles I will tell her everything." Goku growled under his breath. The awards were over two months away, and that was too long to wait in his eyes to tell Bulma what's been going on.
"What ever Yamcha, I'm going to go check on Bulma real quick and catch a nap or something." The young Saiyan walked away looking slightly pissed as Yamcha cringed.

Bulma watched Vegeta from her balcony as he walked the property. She was still upset with the idea of having another bodyguard to follow her around everywhere. She thought Goku was doing an excellent job keeping her safe. She frowned as her words from earlier seem to scorn the man that stood in front of her.
"I shouldn't have said that to him. Maybe Yamcha was right. Maybe I do need to give Goku a break for a while. He never has the time to spend with his son." She sighed and folded her arms on the balcony railing and placed her chin on top of them, all the while keeping the shorter Saiyan in her sight.

'What the hell is she staring at?' Vegeta thought as he caught Bulma gaze following him everywhere he went.
'Not like she hasn't seen a Saiyan before. Well maybe not a Saiyan Prince. But that's no excuse to stare at me like some freak.' He went back to checking out the windows on the house, trying not to pay attention to the blue eyes that were boring in to the back of his head.
"You know onna, if you take a picture it will last longer." Bulma's jaw hung slack for a second before she realized she looked shocked.
"Who would want a picture of you anyways?" She snapped back as she hung over the railing further to see him below her.
"Might I suggest to you not to do that."
"Do what? Look at you? I don't plan on it bud. By the way it looks I'm stuck with you and I rather not be."
"Not that baka, I'm talking about hanging over like that. You purposely trying to get killed?"
"What? You don't like it when I do this?" She leaned over more letting her feet come off the floor behind her. She smiled down at him with her blue hair hanging straight down in her face.
"Onna, damnit!" He growled and floated up towards her. She slowly lowered herself back to the floor watching him come up and land softly next to her.
"You're, ju..just like Goku!" She exclaimed loudly making Vegeta wince.
"No shit. Now that you've figured that one out genius, I have some rules you are going to follow while I work for you." She nodded slowly looking straight into his emotionless coal black eyes.
"No 'spur of the moment' trips. Someone must be with you at all times. Things are…" Bulma cut him off just before his last rule.
"What? You want to hold my hand when I go potty?" She laughed as his expression changed and his scowl deepened.
"Onna, you don't know what you are getting yourself into."
"And either do you. If I want to go shopping all of a sudden, I'm going. IF I want to hang out with friends, I'm going to. And if I want to go and fuck my boyfriend I will. Any questions?"
"You really do have a death wish. Would you like me to help you along with that?" Vegeta grabbed her up and held her by her arms over the balcony three stories up.
"Put me down damnit! Oh my Kami! Goku!" She kicked her feet as she screamed. Vegeta looked at her in amusement as she flailed around in his grasp.
"This isn't funny let me up please." She started to beg now, a small tear forming at the corner of her right eye. Vegeta's fun was cut short when he saw that she was totally terrified of him now. He lifted her up and sat her down in a chair and stared at her as she trembled.
"You are such an asshole! You just remember one thing, you work for me!" Bulma shouted after she collected her thoughts enough to stand on her shaking legs and ran off into the house leaving Vegeta speechless.
"Why the hell did I just do that?" Vegeta shook his head as the images of her body trembling entered his mind again.

Bulma ran down the hallway almost knocking Piccolo over as she raced towards her room. She got to her room slamming the door quickly and leaning against it letting the last five minutes flow through her mind again. She balled her hands into fists with anger over riding her terror.
"Fuck him. I don't have to play by his rules." She stripped her clothes off and walked towards her large bathroom. The cool marble floor sent shivers up her legs as she crossed the room to the shower. She looked at her reflection quickly noticing some of her mascara had run with the small tear she shed up on the balcony.
"Damn him straight to hell." She sniffled and pulled the back of her hand across her eyes before she climbed into the shower.

"Yeah Marco that sounds great, yep sure no problem at all, we'll see you at nine then. Yep talk with you then." Yamcha closed his cell phone and then looked over to Goku with a devilish grin.
"I don't like that look. What do you have up your rotten sleeve this time Yamcha?"
"Oh nothing really. That was Marco from the new club that's opening tonight. I'm talking Bulma down there for some publicity."
"You are taking her down to 'Fallen Angel'?"
"That's right, and they're expecting us in just over an hour."
"Yamcha do you have a screw loose in there? That isn't enough time for me to check that place out."
"Tough. Just go get dressed and meet back here in thirty minutes."

Bulma put the finishing touches on her make-up and stepped into her stiletto knee high black boots.
"I don't know why I let Yamcha talk me into this. Oh well." She shrugged on her long black cloak and pulled the hood over her neatly done blue hair. She pulled on a few stray tendrils to make them frame her face and she smiled to herself as she left her room.
"Looking nice tonight Bulma."
"Thanks Chi. You coming along with us?"
"No, I'm going to stay here with Piccolo and Gohan."
"Awwww, well maybe next time then. Have a goodnight." She reached over and gave ChiChi a hug before she ascended the staircase catching everyone's attention.
"Whoa, very nice Bulma." Yamcha said in almost a purr.
"Well let's go. I want to hurry and get this over with." She brushed past Yamcha quickly taking Goku's arm as he led her outside.

"Where is she going?" Vegeta growled as he sat on the hood of the limo watching Bulma, Goku and Yamcha file out of the house together.
"A new club in town. Publicity event."
"I wasn't told about this. I told you that all events will be cleared by me in advance."
"Well here's your advance notice. We are going down to the 'Fallen Angel' for an hour." Vegeta growled loudly at Yamcha and slid off the hood.
"Listen to me, and listen good. You want that onna to be protected? I can't do that if you spring this shit on me two minutes before we leave. Next time you want to pull a stunt like this she can go alone because I won't be rescuing her ass if something happens because of your stupidity."
"Lets just go now." Bulma stomped her boot on the pavement to grab their attention. Yamcha opened the limo door for her and followed behind her.
"Did you know about this Kakarott?"
"No Vegeta I didn't. Yamcha sprung it on me half hour ago."
"Does she make this a habit? Going places at weird hours and with no notice?"
"Sometimes. It's mostly Yamcha that does it though. He takes here to these stupid clubs for her to sing one song while he's out hunting for someone to take to bed that night. The other night he reeked of at least three different women."
"It ends tonight. I won't be able to do my job like this. Let him go hunt for his sleazy victims on his own. He don't need to take the onna with him to do that." Vegeta snarled and opened the limo door and climbed in not too happy that Goku sat right next to him.

The ride over was quiet for the occasional giggle from Bulma in the back of the limo. Vegeta glanced back at her ever so often taking in beauty that he never seen before in all his traveling. He kept repeating his rules over and over in his head.
'Don't let her out of your sight, don't let your guard down for nothing, don't fall in love. Don't let her out of your sight for a moment, don't let your guard down, and don't fall in love with that beautiful freak! Damn she's getting to me already. Too bad she's not ugly I wouldn't have no problem with her then.' She was proving to be a distraction to his senses and it infuriated him to no end.

"We're here." Tien announced as the 'Fallen Angel' neon sign came into view. The sideway outside was lined all the way down the block with tons of people all waiting to enter.
"Look at this! This is what I'm talking about. Free publicity for us and these people are going to get one hell of surprise." Yamcha grinned over to Bulma as she stared out her window.
"What ever you say Yamcha." She gathered her cloak up in front of her ready to get out of the limo and away from him for a few minutes.
"Go around back. Can't bring her in through the crowd." Goku said as he eyed the large crowd. Vegeta gave a grunt and nodded his head in agreement.
"Hey where are we going? The club entrance was back there?" Yamcha practically yelled over the seat.
"Sit down you baka! Taking her in the back way. Too many people out front." Vegeta snapped at him. Yamcha put his hands out in front of him and moved back to his seat looking a little scared. Tien parked the limo and Vegeta and Goku got out and looked around before Vegeta opened the door to let Bulma out. She looked him up and down for a minute before she took his arm as he led her inside. Goku led them through the black corridors towards a set of dressing rooms.

"You know, you clean up pretty good." Bulma whispered with a hint of sarcasm in her voice to Vegeta.
"And you still look hideous. I don't think anything could cure your case of the uglies." Her eyes widen in shock, she couldn't believe he insulted her like that. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him. He stopped when he noticed that she dropped her hand from his arm.
"Now what? You forget your lipstick in the car?"
"I paid you a compliment and you insult me? I'm not going to take this abuse from you."
"I didn't insult you, I was just stating the truth onna."
"Will you stop with that shit? I have a name you know, it's Bulma. Would you like for me to spell it out for your monkey brain?"
"I know what your name is onna. Just hurry your ass up." He grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him to catch up with Goku. Bulma rolled her eyes as she tried to keep pace with him in her heels.
"Hey look, they must have known I was hungry!" Goku said as Vegeta and Bulma entered the dressing room noticing the table full of food.
"Don't you think of anything else besides food Goku?"
"As a matter of fact I do Bulma. Lets see here, I think about ChiChi, and she's a good cook you know, and I think about Gohan, and I think about my job and all the yummy food I get for escorting you around…" Bulma waved her hands at him.
"Ok, I get the picture. Eat up guys, don't let it go to waste." She laughed as she watched Goku dive back into the food. She walked to the vanity mirrors and turned on the lights looking at her appearance quickly. She looked over to Vegeta who stood at the door with his arms crossed in front of him staring at the wall.

'He looks pretty handsome in that suit. Guess he don't look so much like a troll after all. Just has to work on that attitude problem. Gawd Bulma what the hell are you saying? He's been nothing but a prick to you since he showed up. He almost killed you for Kami sake! But damn he's cute' She whined in her head.