Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Onna, you are drunk ( Chapter 10 )

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Someone to watch over me…

Pushing himself past the thick crowd of people towards the backstage entrance, Vegeta's anger grew inside him. Coming out of the trance he was in because of Bulma he realized he was made a fool of in front of at least a thousand people including the people he had to work with everyday. With his jaw set tight and his fist clenched at his sides he made it back stage and in front of the dressing room door of Bulma's.

"Bulma that was great! You really knocked everyone off their feet out there." Yamcha went on and on with his praise of her performance. She laughed as she took off her thigh high black boots and tossed them to the side.
"You really think it was good?" She questioned him as she sat at the vanity taking out a pair of large chunky earrings.
"Good? Bulma the word good doesn't do justice for that. I want to get that song recorded and the video out fast for that number. I can see it now, the hordes of fans waiting in line to buy that single."
"Not so fast buddy, I want to wait until after the awards to do this. I just threw this together, kind of a last minute type of thing."
"It's perfect, you can not improve on it anymore."
"Yamcha please. I need a break for a bit here. And besides I'm still pissed at you." Yamcha walked over to her and put his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Don't be pissed with me anymore. Everything is working out great, and with the heightened security nothing will happen to you. I promise." He kissed the top of her head as she smiled sadly and sighed.
"Yeah, I suppose you are right Yamcha."
"Good, hurry up and get changed and I'll take you over to your favorite club."
"The Mine?"
"Uh huh." Bulma squealed loudly and jumped up. The Mine was a techno dance club that Bulma favorite hang out in the entire world, besides her bedroom. The music was loud and hot; the people were fun to be around and that the owner Janek "Boo" Rotokeo was a stud in a half. He gave Bulma her first 'real' gig in singing many years ago before she got caught up in the fame of being one of the world's best songtress.

"Kakarott get the car ready, I'm not staying here any longer then we have to." Goku hesitated for a minute with Vegeta's request before doing as told. He could tell Vegeta wasn't in a very chipper mood after the little performance Bulma had done dragging the Saiyan Prince in the middle of it with out his consent.
"Need a cold shower after that Vegeta?" An anger glare from Vegeta sent Krillin into retreat mode and followed the taller Saiyan closely to get the limo ready for their arrival. Piccolo said nothing as he leaned up against the wall next to the dressing room eying Vegeta carefully.

"I'll see you a few minutes babe." Yamcha said as he opened the door to the dress room and escaping the area before anything happened. The door slowly shut, but was reopened by Vegeta. He stood in front of the door glaring at Bulma as she touched up her make up in the mirror. The angry look on his face sent chills down Bulma's spine as soon as she eyed him not far from her.
"What's wrong with you? You're boxers in a twist or something?" She spun around in her chair to confront him. He didn't say a word to her, his gaze unwavering from her eyes. Bulma looked at him confused for a moment before getting up from the vanity and going to the clothing rack on the far side of the room and grabbing her spare outfit that hung there in a black clothing bag. She reached back and unzipped her costume down to her waist before she turned to look at Vegeta.
"Do you mind? I'd like to get dressed here so I can get out of here for some fun."
"You didn't mind flaunting yourself in that trashy outfit before, why change now?"
"Trashy? Is that what you think this is?"
"Matter of fact, yes it is. No wonder you have stalkers after you onna. You dress like some cheap harlot and tease the men of this planet with your ugly looks and body." Bulma's perfect complexion was stained red with anger as she stalked towards Vegeta standing toe to toe with him.
"Cheap harlot? So I'm a cheap harlot now? You must be attracted to them by your reaction to me." She spat out at him as she brought her hand up to smack him across the face. His black cold eyes locked with hers as the hand impacted against his cheek with no recoil. He grabbed her by the wrists and spun her around pinning her hard to the dressing room wall.
"You listen to me. I will not play your little games onna. I will not be made a fool of for your sick pleasures."
"Let me go you asshole." She wrestled against his grip, only to be roughly brought back to the wall.
"I am here to protect you, not fuck you so get that out of your damn head. You try that stunt one more time with me and by Kami as my witness I will destroy you on the spot."
"Vegeta let go, you're hurting me." Her face contorted in pain in his steel vise grip. He turned his eyes from her face to where he held her against the wall and then back. He relinquished his hold of her and stalked towards the door.
"Five minutes. Five minutes to get your ass dressed and ready to leave this horrid place so I can get you home."

Bulma swiftly put on her favorite baggy jeans and tight baby doll shirt and looked at herself in the mirror one more time.
'If he thinks we're going home, he has another thing coming.' She thought to her self and grinned. She grabbed the black leather jacket that hung on the back of her vanity chair and slung it over her shoulders as she made her way to the door. She cracked the door open at first before opening it up to fit her slender body out. There stood Vegeta, cross-armed against the wall waiting for her.
"About damn time. I told you five minutes, not fifteen."
"Fuck off. By the way I'm not going home." She spit out walking away from him towards the back exit of the club.
"Where the hell are you going onna?"
"Out to have a little fun. Do you know what that is?"
"I've told you that we are not going to deviate from the schedule. You are going home no arguments."
"No, I told you that I was not going to hide at my house until this is over. Hell if I'm going to be killed I might as well has some fun before it happens." She marched away from him and flung open the doors to see her white limo waiting for her. Goku stood leaning up against the back door with his eyes closed as she came out.
"Son-kun I'm ready to go. I believe Yamcha told you where we were going right?"
"Yeah, he told us." Goku sighed out and opened the back door for her and closed it tight. He looked up to see Vegeta's angry face and shrugged as he walked around to the front of the limo and climbed in himself. Vegeta growled and wiped his face with his hand in pure frustration before he made his way to where Goku had climbed in.
"Not one word. If that stalker don't kill her, I will."

Yamcha got out of the limo and held out his hand for Bulma to take. She smiled and took it in her own as she was escorted inside The Mine. She was giddy in happiness as she ran from Yamcha up to the bar to grab her first drink of the night and hit the dance floor. The quartet of bodyguards took a table in between the bar and the dance floor and watched Bulma for what seemed to be hours. Yamcha had conveniently disappeared over the course of an hour with a blonde on his arm. Vegeta scowled as he leaned back in the wooden chair watching Bulma dancing with any man that came up to her. After her eighth drink from the bar, Vegeta took it upon himself to cut her off from the booze and picked her up over his shoulder kicking and screaming.
"Onna, you are drunk. Shut up now."
"I don't want to go home now, I was just starting to have fun."
"Fun? You call drowning yourself in alcohol and grinding yourself into some strange guy fun?"
"As a matter of fact I do now let me down!"
"Stop it now! You are making an ass out of yourself." Vegeta grumbled as he walked towards the doors with the other three guards behind him relieved that they were going home. Tien waited outside the door of the club and opened the limo door as Vegeta climbed in with Bulma still ranting. Tien grinned and closed the door and made sure everyone was ready to leave.
"What about Yamcha?"
"Leave him Tien, I think he's busy with other things if you catch my drift." Krillin snickered wiggling his eyebrows.
"Too much information."

Bulma sat pouting across from Vegeta the entire way back to the mansion. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm fuzzy feeling of the alcohol had over every nerve and muscle in her body. As the gates opened Bulma snapped her eyes open and looked at Vegeta.
"Vegeta?" Her voice came out ragged.
"Hn?" He looked at her as the limo came to a stop right outside her home.
"I think I'm going to be sick..." She threw her hand to her mouth and darted from the limo door and ran into the house as fast as her drunken body could carry her. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow as he watched her disappear quickly from his sight.
"How amusing. She should be feeling wonderful in the morning." Vegeta smirked as he went to find her. It wasn't hard to find her; he just followed the sounds of her retching to locate her. He opened the door and glared down to her on the floor next to the toilet. Her body was shaking, her hair damp with sweat clinging to the side of her face.
"Foolish onna."
"I don't feel good Geta." She whispered holding her stomach in pain.
"It's obvious that you can't hold your liquor onna." He bent down and picked her off the cold tile floor and brought her to her awaiting bed. He pulled back the covers and put her in. He left for a moment and returned with a cool wet washcloth and laid it on her forehead.
"Sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." He ordered and left the room.
"Damn him. I'm never going to break him." She whispered into the night air before closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her.