Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I have to do this ( Chapter 6 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me!! I do not own the song "Most Girls" that belongs to Pink…. I so love this song (I love Pink's music period lol so I might be using it for most of this fic)…seemed perfect here…I can't write songs, much less fan fics so bare with me….



Someone to watch over me…

"Five minutes Yamcha, and you have Bulma on that stage. I got a packed house here and they know she's here. If she don't perform they'll tear this place apart."
"Gotcha Marco, no worries! Bulma is excited to be here. Here's her music, I'll let you know when to cue it up." Yamcha flashed a huge smiled before leaving the entertainment booth walking through the crowed dance floor full of people dancing so sexily with the beat and rhythm. Many of girls caught his eye as he brushed past them on his way to see Bulma.

Bulma sat at the vanity still running the music and dance steps in her mind as Vegeta and Goku stood a ways back in total silence. She smiled softly noticing an envelope sitting next to the floors that sat near by. She ripped it open and unfolded the paper. Her eyes widen in terror, her mouth suddenly unable to produce sounds.

"Bulma what's wrong?" Goku noticed her standing agape first. Her hand shook that held the paper letting it fall to the floor. Vegeta looked over to her noticing her demeanor changed in the matter of seconds as she trembled. Goku took the five steps to her quickly picking up the discarded paper off the floor.
"Shit!" He growled out and handed the paper to Vegeta to read.
"Bulma, you're not most girls. You make me sick bitch. You have everything and I have nothing. With your blood on my hands I will have everything once again." Vegeta read out loud from the cut and paste job of jumbled letters. Bulma stood silent as her body trembled.
"Kakarott, find that baka and get out of here. It's not safe." The dressing room doors busted open with Yamcha spilling in from the crowd of people already in the hall. Bulma jumped and made a little panic gasp.
"You ready Bulma? Marco expects you out on that stage in three minutes."
"She's not going." Goku growled out as he pulled Bulma closer to him.
"And why not? There is four hundred screaming fans out there waiting to see her. If she doesn't show up it will cause a riot, not to mention the damage they'll do to this club."
"Here's another one to add to your collection." Vegeta tossed the letter to Yamcha as he leaned back against the door once again watching Bulma intently.
"Wha..What do you mean another one? There's been more then one of these?" Bulma stepped towards Yamcha her anger rising.
"It's nothing babe, really."
"No! No it's not nothing. Tell me what the hell Vegeta meant by that."
"If you don't tell her I will." Goku stepped forward making Yamcha uneasy.
"Fine! There have been similar notes like that sent to the house."
"And you thought by not telling me everything would be peachy? Oh man. Is there anything else that you're not telling me?" Bulma pressed her shaking hand to her head trying hard not to believe what he was saying.
"Tell her everything." Vegeta growled as he came up behind Yamcha boxing him in between himself and Goku. Yamcha gave out a heavy sigh and looked from Goku then to Bulma.
"There's been break ins at the mansion as well. No one saw a thing. Your practice room? I wasn't remodeling it. It was broke into last night and vandalized." Bulma closed her eyes and gritted her teeth taking a deep breath trying to regain her composure.

"Kakarott go get the car ready. I'll bring her out the same way we came in." Goku gave him a nod and went on his way pushing through the crowd.
"What about the show?"
"Forget it. Go tell them I'm sick or something." Bulma spit out as she started to pace back and forth like a caged tiger, the clicking of her heels echoing off the walls. Yamcha looked defeated and exited the room to tell Marco that Bulma wouldn't perform tonight.
"You ready?"
"That's why you're here isn't it? Because of all of this?" Vegeta nodded his head and took her by the arm leading her out of the room. He pushed the crowds back as the fans gawked and grabbed at her.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's nice to see you all here at the Fallen Angel tonight." Yamcha began his speech on the stage with microphone in hand. Hoots and applause came loudly from the crowd with chants of Bulma's name along with it.
"It seems I have a little bad news for you all, Bulma is feeling a little under the weather tonight so she won't be singing her latest hit for you." The crowds excitement and chants died down into mumbling and boos. People were even throwing cups and bottles at poor Yamcha, the barer of bad news. Bulma could hear the crowds reaction as Vegeta pulled her along almost to the back door.
'I have to do this, I'm not going to let some psycho chase me away from what I love to do.' She gritted her teeth and pulled away from Vegeta's arm and ran to the back stage steps rushing up them.
"Onna! Where the hell are you going?" Vegeta called out loudly over the massive amount of noise in the club. He could see the black cloak trailing behind her and the hood still in place over her beautiful blue hair.
"She sends her love to all of her fans here tonight, and hopefully she'll be back here soon to give you one of the best shows she can ever put on." Bulma grabbed a microphone and crept up behind Yamcha as the crowd started to get loud again with excitement of seeing her. He jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder as he whirled around to be greeted by her smile.

"Why would I want to disappoint my fans tonight? Hello everybody! Lets hear it for Yamcha my manager! He's such a kidder." By the time Vegeta caught up with her, she was already on stage waving and talking to the fans. He growled as Yamcha rushed past him on his way to cue the music for her. Goku came back in when he realized it was taking longer then it should of to get Bulma out to the awaiting limo. He saw Vegeta at the side of the stage watching Bulma's ever move precisely.
Goku took that as his cue to watch the other side of the stage as Bulma walked around still talking to the people.

"Would you all like to hear a song tonight?" The crowd roared in excitement in response to her question. She smiled and threw her hand into the air giving her cue to start the music. She adjusted her headset under the hood and handed the microphone to some guy near the stage and then threw her cloak off as the crowd went wild. The black leather outfit fit snug to ever curve of her body as it swayed with the music setting off in a series of kicks and spins.

"I never cared too much for love
It was all a bunch of mush that I just did not want.
Paid was the issue of the day.
If a girlfriend's got some game.
Couldn't be more fly, gettin paid was everything.
But I'm not every girl and I don't need that world to validate me.
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart!"

Her beautiful voice belted out the lyrics with grace and style. Her body moving exotically capturing the attention of every male in the club. Vegeta stood stone set at the side of the stage watching her intently. He wouldn't let anything or anyone harm her. She might be loud and annoying and somewhat bossy, but she didn't deserve to be stalked by some lunatic.

"MOST GIRLS want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love!
MOST GIRLS want a man with the mean green
Don't wanna dance if he can't be everything that I dream of
A man that understands real love."

The crowd of men were becoming rowdy with every seductive gyration of her hips in rhythm of the song causing some to jump towards the stage, which Goku quickly got rid of. Vegeta's mind was racing, he couldn't keep his eyes on the onna any longer, her provocative moves were stirring emotions in him he hadn't felt in years. He could feel the heat start to rise from the pit of his stomach, his arousal almost too painful to stand.

"I was a girl about the floss,
It was all about the cost, how much he spent on me.
Seek, for a man who's got the means
To be givin you diamond rings.
It's what every fly girl could want or even dream.
But I'm not every girl and I don't need no G to take care of me!
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart, no no!"

One after another men tried climbing the stage to get to Bulma as she spun around and wiggled her hips as she sang. Goku was having a hard time keeping all of them away and off the stage. Vegeta shook the thoughts from his head as he notice two guys get on stage and started to grind their hips into Bulma as she tried to keep in time with the music and her own dance steps. Furiously Vegeta stomped on the stage grabbing one and pulling him off the stage as the other one spun around to see his buddy being thrown back into the crowd, walked backwards right into Bulma sending her off the stage into the crowd head first.

"MOST GIRLS want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love…AHHHHHHHHH!" Her scream pierced the crowd's roars through the microphone. Vegeta turned around to see Bulma nowhere on the stage. His heart leapt into his throat as he looked from side to side for her. Then he heard her, the voice of the blue haired angel calling out to him and Goku to save her.
"Bulma!" He yelled pushing his way through the people roughly with Goku right behind him.

Yamcha was off in another world with an adorable redhead on his lap the whole time unaware of what was happening until the music stopped abruptly. He stood up sending the poor girl to the floor with a loud thump as he took a survey of the club dance from his above it. Then it struck him, he couldn't see Bulma anywhere but Vegeta and Goku slugging it out with the male patrons in the middle of the floor in front of the stage.
"Shit! I'm sorry babe but I have to go." He shouted as he raced down the spiral staircase leading to the main floor to look for Bulma.

Vegeta caught sight of her first, her legs tucked under her as she sat on the floor crying. Her headset was ripped off her head, her hair amused. He scooped her up in his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her head in his shoulder and bawled. Goku noticed Vegeta had her wrapped in his arms and cleared the way with his fists so they could take her out. Goku kicked the door open on the side door entrance and lead Vegeta to the waiting limo around the corner. Goku threw open the back door and ran up to the front to take his spot with Tien and told him to take off.
"Shhh little one, you're safe." He whispered in a soothing voice. She continued to cry on his shoulder, refusing to let go of the safe shelter she found in his embrace.
"I'm so scared, so scared." She choked out.

Yamcha hit the street and saw the limo speeding away from the club.
"Fuck! Damn it couldn't you guys wait for me? Shit!" He kicked a beer can in front of him as the clouds let loose the rains from heaven above.
"Great, just fucking great!"