Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ This should be fun ( Chapter 8 )

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Someone to watch over me….


Bulma awoke when the sun started to peek through her curtains to kiss her skin. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes with her fists to clear her vision. She yawned and stretched pulling back the covers and placing her bare feet on the carpeted floor.
"Wait, umm shit when did I change clothes last night?" She looked down on her attire fairly certain she wasn't the one that did it. She would never wear her favorite pair of boxers to bed; she only wore them when she went to the studio to sing. They were her 'lucky singing' boxers Goku had called them. She shook her head as she took them off to replace them with a loose pair of jeans as she went through the dresser drawers looking for something comfy to lounge in.
"This will work." She smiled pulling out an old gray sweatshirt that was three times too big for her with the neck cut out of it. She threw on her bra and pulled the sweatshirt over her head quickly as she headed for the bathroom to check out her appearance before she left her room. She took her time brushing the snarls and knots out of her hair and applying makeup to cover up the cut on her lip and hiding the dark bags under her eyes.

"Come on Barney, I'll let you go play with Yamcha now." She picked up Vegeta's jacket off of her pillow and pulled on Barney's collar dragging him towards the door against his will.
"Come on out with you." She giggled as she opened the door and pushed the lazy dog out closing the door quickly behind her before he could run back in. As she turned around she came face to face with Vegeta. She gasped loudly with the closeness of their bodies, feeling the heat rising from each other.
"Sorry, umm here I forgot to give this back to you last night. Thanks." She bit her bottom lip, as she felt uneasy around him all of a sudden. His eyes were unwavering as he looked down on her nervousness. He grunted his response and took the jacket from her hands and turning to walk to his room.
"Wait, I.." Vegeta stopped at his door; hand on the doorknob when he turned to face her.
"I don't have all day onna, spit it out."
"I, I mean I just want to thank you again for last night." She finally spat out as she fidgeted with the hem on her sweatshirt.
"That's my job onna. If you die, I don't get paid simple as that." He grinned and entered his room leaving her dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

Vegeta threw the jacket on the bed as he stripped off his training clothes for a quick shower before he would dress in his suit.
"Damn that onna." His growl echoing off the bathroom tiles as he scrubbed his body hard trying to get her scent off of it. Satisfied that he removed the last of the jasmine and lavender sent he stepped out flaring his ki to quickly dry himself.
"Follow her ass all over this morning then lunch at one of those fancy brunch places. Doesn't this onna know how to stay home for once?" He picked up the light gray jacket off the bed looking it over.
"Well this is ruined. She's lucky this wasn't my favorite." He ran a hand over the blood on the collar, noticing that most of the jacket felt damp from her tears she cried in her sleep. He tried his best not to let the scent on it bother him, but it was too late, his brain working over time with the ecstasy of her pressed tightly against his muscular chest from the night before. Suppressing the urge of hunting her down, he fumbled pulling his black dress pants on followed by a new crisp white dress shirt. The option for tie went out the window; instead he left the top few buttons undone before retrieving the black jacket from the closet.
"She better not piss me off today." He grumbled as he left his room, his arousal hidden in the loose fitting pants.

"How you feeling Bulma?" Bulma rolled her eyes when she realized who was gawking at her from behind.
"Can it Yamcha, I'm in no mood for your shit today."
"What? You still upset from last night?"
"Oh, lets see. You've been keeping secrets from me that could of cost me my life and you don't think I wouldn't be bitter about it?"
"It wasn't like that at all Bulma. I didn't want you to panic and cancel all the public events because of this. You are hot right now and if you don't perform you're going to be history by the end of the day. Someone is always waiting in the wings to take the top spot when that person falters. I won't let that happen."
"You're afraid aren't you? You think that if something happens to me that you'll lose your meal ticket isn't it? I was the one that brought you into fame and fortune and the inner circle of the music industry and with out me you'd still be stuck in Ginger Town barely getting by." Bulma screamed as she clenched her fists at her sides, her face becoming red with the anger.
"I'd get by with out you. With out my brilliant marketing of your music and your pretty face you'd still be stuck at home with Mommy and Daddy crying because your life is miserable."

*Smack* The loud crack of Bulma's hand across Yamcha's face sent the happy birds in the yard scattering in fear. Barney came barreling from out of nowhere to stand at his owner's side growling loudly at Yamcha.
"Get out of my sight before I call Vegeta to come and get rid of you." Bulma turned on her heal and ran towards the practice room with Barney right behind her. The Saiyan Prince had seen and heard the whole conversation on the back lawn from the third floor balcony that Bulma loved to relax at.
"Hn, I bet that hurt. Probably more her then him." He shook his head and watched Yamcha re-enter the house from the door directly below him cursing under his breath.

Vegeta floated down off the balcony, his boots hitting the patio without making a sound. Debating if he should leave her alone to stew in her anger or check to make sure she was all right, he walked towards the practice room. Watching from the trunk of a large weeping willow, Vegeta's eyes were transfixed on Bulma's body as she twisted and turned to the loud music in the room. The ceiling to floor windows shaking violently as she turned the music up louder on the sound system and began to dance again. With every movement of her body her sweatshirt made it's way off her shoulders, showing her creamy skin that was once hidden. Raising her arms above her head as her hips swayed showed her mid-drift and the very loose jeans sliding down from her waist to rest against her hips showing the top of her bright pink thong she was wearing underneath. Vegeta groaned and closed his eyes. It was happening again to him. Every time he was near the onna the fire in the pit of his stomach spread like wild fire setting his loins ablaze with need and want. He shifted in his stance, his hardening member becoming uncomfortable in its position.
"Damn her she will be the death of me. Doesn't she own anything else besides those thongs?"
"Hey Vegeta! Watcha doing out here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing Kakarott?"
"Watching Bulma?"
"You amaze me Kakarott, there might be a brain in that head after all." Goku frowned at the smaller saiyan before turning his gaze back to Bulma.
"Should tell her that she needs to get ready, we're leaving in an hour or so for that brunch thing with her friends."
"Then make yourself useful and go get her ass out of there."
"Can't, me and Krillin heading up to the restaurant first to check it out. You're on your own." Goku put on his grin and walked away leaving Vegeta to face Bulma and her anger.

He stomped from the protection of the shade into the sun to retrieve her out of the room. He opened the door and stood watching her with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. Bulma had noticed him standing there watching with his expressionless eyes.
'This should be fun.' She thought to herself as she sashayed from the mirror towards him. The dance music still blaring when walked right up to him and smiled.
'What is she doing?' Just as the thought crossed his mind, Bulma spun around grinding her backside against Vegeta's groin. She gasped and smiled when she felt how hard he was inside the dress pants. Vegeta couldn't stand it; he sucked a deep breath in closing his eyes with the contact.
"Onna, what the hell are you doing?" He choked out finally finding his voice.
"What do you mean Vegeta? Don't you like it?"
"No I don't!" He gritted his teeth and hissed with the friction she was causing. He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her away.
"Well with that large bulge in your pants, I would say that you enjoyed it immensely."
"Don't you ever do that to me again. You have no inkling of what you're getting yourself into onna."
"I'm a big girl Vegeta I can handle myself just fine. I know exactly what I'm getting myself into." She whispered into his ear.
"Not with me, now got get ready, Kakarott said you have an hour to get ready for that lunch thing." He pulled her away again and stalked out of the room hastily in retreat.
"He liked it and he can't deny it now." Bulma grinned in victory following Vegeta minutes later.