Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ So, what are you going to sing tonight ( Chapter 9 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me…and I do not own the song "You make me sick" By Pink…her songs are so useful for Bulma in this fic don't ya think?


Someone to watch over me….

Bulma came down the stairs with a satisfied smile on her face when she saw Vegeta waiting by the door for her. Never in a million years would he admit to her that she was the driving force behind the incident in the practice room.
"Are you ready to go already?"
"Impatient aren't we?" Bulma hissed as she walked past him on her way to the limo with him two steps behind her. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was wearing a simple pantsuit with a goofy looking hat and sunglasses. He didn't know if he'd be able to suppress his urge to take her if she came down in a skimpy outfit.
"I only grow impatient with your procrastination of time."
"Not the only thing that grows with me." She put a smug look on her face when she saw him growing red in the face. She got into the limo and he slammed the door hard almost taking it off the hinges before stalking his way to the front of the limo to ride shotgun.
"What did you say to get him all worked up like that?"
"Nothing Chi, nothing at all."
"I don't believe you Bul. I know you too well."
"Tell you later. Got young ears listening." She smiled down at Gohan that was seated next to his mother.
"You better, I'm holding you to it." The two women gossiped the whole way to the restaurant about this and that. Main topic was Vegeta, which Bulma kept trying to side step. She didn't want the grumpy saiyan hearing anything she had to say about him especially after what she pulled out in the practice room with him.

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in the front seat of the limo listening to the chatter from the women in the back. He was waiting for Bulma to tell Kakarott's banshee about the whole bump and grind, but it never came. He was debating if this job was really worth the money or not. He could get plenty of offers else where, where he wouldn't be sexually molested with out asking for it. But thinking back on it, his stomach started to knot again. Whatever magic spells she cast on him he couldn't shake it. A man can only take so many cold showers before they stop working to control the urge. Besides he didn't look very good with pruney skin.

"Hey Bren, how are you? Goku and Krillin cleaning you out of food already?" Bulma greeted her favorite waitress for the last three years.
"You know them all too well Bulma. They're at your favorite table go ahead and clear them out so I can bring you your drink and salad." The waitress laughed and pointed Bulma the way.
"Auntie Bulma can I have some ice cream please?" Gohan begged with his large eyes like his fathers. Bulma could never say no to the demi saiyan no matter how hard she tried.
"Yes, you can have your ice cream, just don't make a mess with it."
"Yeah! I get ice cream!" Gohan yelled loudly as he hugged Bulma around her legs. Vegeta following them just rolled his eyes at the youth and his behavior. He could never get use to the soft earth emotions that Goku and his family shared even though over the time he has spent on earth he was picking the emotions up one by one but hiding them behind the iron mask he wore.
"Hi Goku." ChiChi bent down and kissed him on the lips quickly before the younger saiyan got up from the table and pulling a chair out for his mate to sit down in. Bulma grabbed her chair and plopped down in it before she took her sunglasses off to look around the restaurant. Vegeta stood behind her against the wall with his gaze on anything but her.
"Here you go Bulma. So who's the new guy?" Bren sat down Bulma's drink and pointed to Vegeta.
"Oh, new guard dog. Don't mind him, it's his time of the month." Bulma whispered to Bren with her hand hiding her mouth. Bren snorted and handed Gohan his huge bowl of ice cream.
"He's cute."
"Yeah, in that mass murderer kind of way. Hey troll you want anything? My treat." Bulma asked looking over her shoulder smiling widely at him.
"Hmpft, you will address me by my name, not some pet nickname you call your manager."
"Oh, a quick one. He's a keeper Bulma." Bren gave her a wink and left before Bulma could protest. ChiChi giggled as she glanced from Vegeta then to Bulma.
'Something is up with them.'

"Only thing on for tonight is Barnstormers?" Krillin asked taking up space on the wall beside Vegeta and Goku.
"That's the plan unless Yamcha decides to play around again tonight." Goku sighed at the thought.
"Weakling likes to plan out the Freaks day around clubs and his own testosterone?"
"See you figured him out quickly. The last year with the tour and Bulma becoming more popular has run us ragged. Late night clubbing, after hour parties, you name it we've had to sit through it because of him."
"Kakarott you of all people should know I could smell the two women on him last night. He was busy getting his rocks off while his precious blue hair freak was in danger. Tells me one thing."
"What's that?"
"That he could careless about the onna. If something happened to her, how else would he get his money and sleazy onnas every night?"
"You do have a good point Vegeta, you know that Bulma and Yamcha use to be an item? She and him had a falling out of some sort and went their separate ways in the love department." Krillin put in on the conversation as he sipped on his water.
"If I was her I would of gotten rid of him. Not only is he a hazard to her, but a hazard to himself. He screws up one more time and I'll kick his ass personally."
"Not that easy Vegeta. Yamcha has her under a binding contract. Ten year deal with records, videos, what ever he wants."
"After tonight there won't be any of this club bullshit. I will stick to what she has scheduled and that's it. If he wants here to do this then he can guard her."
"Ha, like that would happen Veg, that would be cutting into his 'skank' time."
"Don't even call me that again, you got that cue ball?" Krillin gulped and shook his head.

"So, what are you going to sing tonight?" Chi asked leaning in towards Bulma so the guys wouldn't hear them.
"Oh I have an idea. Something brand new that no one has heard before." Bulma grinned from ear to ear.
"Bulma what do you have up that sleeve of yours?"
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know if that little number that Yamcha left the other night at the house is still there?"
"Oh the beaded thing he called a stage costume? Yeah it's in your dressing room on the far rack why? I thought you hated it?"
"It's not too bad. I think it will go good with my performance tonight is all." She looked back at Vegeta and smiled inwardly.
'He won't know what hit him.'

"Hello all and welcome to Barnstormers! Tonight is the night everyone has been waiting for, for a very long time. Satan City's own Bulma Briefs is here to sing a new song for you all." The club Deejay announced. Goku, Krillin, Piccolo and Vegeta had prime areas around the stage that night. There was no reason a repeat of the night before to happen here. The club's lights dimmed and a spot light casted on the stage directly in front of where Vegeta stood. His face was etched with a scowl as he surveyed the surrounding area. Bulma had made him dress in something that wouldn't make him stick out like a sore thumb. No one would wear a suit to a club like Barnstormers. Clad in tight blue jeans and a black silk shirt, he felt uncomfortably out of place without his training gear or his usual suit that he had grown accustom to wearing over the years with the job. Out on the stage in the darkness five scantily clad women waited for the music to start and Bulma to appear on the stage. Bulma came out on stage staying out of the spotlight as the other lights came on presenting the dancers already one stage. The music started and Vegeta remember it being the music that Bulma was dancing to when he entered the practice room.

"You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it.
Got me lit like a candlestick.
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip.
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit.
Can't get enough of it.
You got me goin again.
Baby, you got me goin again,
You make me sick"

Bulma belted out in sync with the dancers she had her eyes on Vegeta the whole time waiting for some reaction. When not getting the reaction she wanted, she decided she had to do better. The black leather corset outlined in rhinestones glittered against the harsh lights that beat down on her, the strains of glittering beads that were the skirt clinked and chimed together with every movement of her body in a sultry dance she preformed.

"He was doing 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley
He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay
Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey
He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low.
But I told him, "Veg, I don't really know though"
He got closer to me...it started gettin deep.
He had me in a zone when he started to show me things
I never saw before.
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game.
Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same.
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick"

She placed her hands on her hips like a lover would and slowly moved them around right in front of Vegeta. He stood there with his jaw slack in awe of the woman on stage performing for only him. No one else in the club matter to Bulma, she was out to get one saiyan prince hot, so hot he wouldn't deny her when they got home later that night. She bent over and caressed his cheek with her gentle fingertips. The men around Vegeta suddenly becoming jealous over the attention the mistress of song was giving him.


"You make me sick.
I want you and I'm hatin it.
Got me lit like a candlestick.
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit.
Can't get enough of it.
You got me goin again,
Baby, you got me goin again,
You make me sick"

She smiled down on him wickedly finally seeing a reaction out of him. She was surprised it wasn't anger she saw; it was lust, pure animal lust. Her actions didn't go un-noticed by the other guards. Goku stood wide-eyed watching her assault Vegeta with sexual words and the movement of her body.

"In the 6 now, so hot,
Gotta pull all the windows down.
Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now,
Wonderin should I really take it there now.
He told me he would make it worth it.
Again, how many times have I heard this?
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous.
Well his slick-ass lines were kinda workin.
I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin me,
Just couldn't take the heat.
Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets.
Baby was cool but I knew it was game.
Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name
Even though we made the best of it,
I still told him this..."

Vegeta was having a hard time trying to control himself, her dance for him made his member strain against the tight jean material wanting released. He forgot his job, forgot his life, and forgot that the onna on stage was in danger. All he saw was her beautiful body teasing him. He shifted a hand down to his jeans and shifted his arousal, stifling a groan as he did.

"You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin again
Baby, you got me goin again
You make me sick
Can't..no no no,
Oh, you make me sick,
I want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it"

The crowd roared as the song ended and Bulma and the dancers took their bows on stage. Vegeta gulped, having to face her soon, very soon back in the dressing room with a full-blown hard-on. Bulma gave one last way to the audience and bent down to Vegeta.
"You really make me sick you know that?" She winked and hurried off the darkened stage.


Bulma has her eyes set on a certain someone…but will he break his rules for even her?