Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ How long have you been standing there?" ( Chapter 12 )

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Someone to watch over me…


Everyone rushed around packing what they needed to get out of there and quickly on the orders of Vegeta. He wasn't going to waste any more precious time at the mansion now that someone was able to get past security and try to kill Bulma. Krillin and Piccolo had come back fifteen minutes after Goku and ChiChi arrived back to see the flurry of activities going on way past the witching hour. When told about what happened they set off to pack their stuff quickly and help Vegeta get her out of there and to an undisclosed location for the time being. ChiChi had packed what Bulma would need on her trip while Bulma grabbed her personal belongings she could not do with out including some music, books, and of course she couldn't leave Barney behind. She made sure she had his leash and food bowls waiting with her bags. Goku threw bag after bag from the top of the stairs that ChiChi had packed for Bulma in frenzy. Vegeta growled at the amount of things that onna could not live with out.
"What does she think she is doing up there? She is not going away for a year!" Vegeta yelled up the stairs loud enough for everyone to hear his complaint.

"Look out below!" Goku hollered down as he released another overly stuffed bag over the top railing of the stairs to the foyer below. The last time he didn't warn of incoming baggage he had clobbered poor Vegeta with a very heavy suitcase.
"What the hell are you doing? Why is every bag Bulma owns here on the floor and in the back of the sound system van out there?" Yamcha yelled up from the doorway.
"Oh good you're back! Get your stuff around cause Vegeta going to take us on a trip."
"Trip? Trip my ass; doesn't he know that we are expected to be on the island of Oahu in three days for that video shoot? She doesn't have time to have fun with her boyfriend."
"Yes I know that weakling. And I am not that freak's boyfriend. I'm taking her out of here right now until we leave on Thursday for that stupid island."
"And why is that? Alone time with the one that signs your paycheck?" Yamcha crossed his arms staring down Vegeta.
"Bakas, this planet is full of nothing but bakas! Someone tried to kill her tonight. They got past the security cameras and silent alarms. Only one that knew who ever was outside was that mangy mutt of hers." Vegeta spat out as he picked up more of the bags and took them outside to an awaiting van before the urge to kill Yamcha for his stupidity grew more.
"And here I thought you saiyans could sense every ki around here. I bet Bulma had him so distracted that he didn't know anything was wrong until it was over and done with."
"We can, but for some reason this person didn't have a ki signature that Vegeta could track and locate." Goku shrugged his shoulders as he came down the stairs to help pack the rest of the things into the van so they could leave as soon as they were ready.

Barney laid in front of Bulma's closed bedroom door watching her pace frantically from the window to her bed and back. Never in her entire life had she been so scared for her own life. The letters and the break ins at the mansion set her into a panic, but this was too close and this she had witness and was all too real now. Someone had actually taken a shot at her and luckily missed their intended target. But she placed her faith and her life in the hands of her bodyguard, he told her everything would be all right and nothing would happen to her while he was there as she laid against his chest crying. His words were comforting from someone she thought was so cold hearted as he made himself to be. For once she saw the concern on his face when he came in to Gohan's room to get her. The mask he wore on the outside was hard and cruel, but someplace there was some compassion in the man. There was something else besides the concern in his eyes earlier something she had never seen there before. She wanted to name the emotion, but she herself wasn't sure if she could.
She was having second doubts if it was really worth being rich and famous anymore. The tours and interviews took their toll on her; the long days of practice with tons of people just to chorographic one simple song was grueling. Gone were the simple days of parties, friends, and the occasional boyfriend. She didn't have time to actually keep friends, and for the men it was almost a waste. That's why she always felt she was destined to be old and alone for the rest of her life until Vegeta came into her life. Something about him set her stomach in knots, her knees weak when he was near, and her dreams consumed of nothing but images of him. She still couldn't answer herself as to why she pulled the stunts she did with him that one day. It wasn't right of her to walk up to him and grind herself against him. And it was totally wrong to embarrass him like she did at Barnstormers. She was lucky to find that he still stayed on as her guard even after all of that. Any normal guy would have had her in bed or would of walked out in a huff. If she was trying to grab his attention she went about it the wrong way and she kicked herself for it.

"What am I going to do Barney? This is driving me totally insane here. I love him, I hate him, and I can't get enough of him and he doesn't even like me that way." She frowned deeply as she sat down on her bed putting on her tennis shoes. Barney whined in response and looked up at the door that was being opened. Vegeta stood watching her look out the window from the comfort of her bed. She talked to herself as she got off the bed and began pacing again.

"I can't believe I was so damn stupid to do that. I should have just been myself and not some sexually deprived idiot. And it only grows worse by the day, this endless craving. Do you know how hard it was for me not seeing him the last few weeks? I thought I was going to wither away to nothing if I didn't see him or hear that deep voice. And with everything I've done I drove him away. I'm so stupid." She sighed deeply and turned towards the door. She gasped and took a few steps back when she realized she wasn't alone in the room and he probably hear every word she had just confessed to the emptiness of her room.

"How long have you been standing there?" She asked as she tried to calm the blush that was spreading across her face.
"Long enough onna." She let out a breath that she was holding hoping that he wasn't there for the whole one sided conversation.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that. I'll just keep quiet from now on." She turned her back to him to look over the lawn that was now lit by floodlights. He closed the distance between them when he saw her shoulder start to shake.
"Onna, don't even start with the tears. I can't love you it's part of the rules I live by."
"Rules? You have rules for yourself?" She asked as she sniffed and turned around to face him. Her tears slowly rolling down her cheeks before they fell to the front of her shirt.
"Never let my guard down, never let who ever I'm protecting out of my sight, and never fall in love. I'm someone that couldn't take care of you like you want. I'm just your bodyguard."
"But you could, I know you could. You are more then just my bodyguard. I don't know how to explain it but I feel like I can't breath if you're not with me." She placed her hand against his face wanting him so bad to understand her.
"I can't onna I can't be anything to you." He pulled her hand away from his face and turned quietly from her to leave. Bulma's tears came faster now that she was rejected from the only thing she could love more then her life and it was his.

Vegeta let out a deep sigh as soon as the door closed behind him. He couldn't be with her even though his mind was screaming at him to hold her, kiss her, and take her forever. Her safety came first not his lust, not her lust. He made the decision that after the award ceremony in Las Angeles in two months he would find someone worth of taking his spot as a guard and he would go on his way once again to work for someone he didn't have emotional ties to. He shook his head and walked away so he could not hear the heart twisting sobs of the onna behind the door he had just closed.

"Bulma? Honey are you alright?" ChiChi asked after knocking and not getting any response. Bulma laid on her bed curled up in a ball crying violently.
"Oh, Bulma everything will be ok. Shhh." ChiChi tried her best to comfort her friend by rubbing her back with her soft hand and gentle words. Bulma mumbled some incoherent words in between her sobs curling her hands into fists. She was sad, angry and so hurt no one would understand. She calmed herself wiping her tears with her bed sheets and looked at ChiChi for a moment before she got out bed.
"Bulma? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, never better. This will be over with soon right?" She gave her friend a weak smile.
"Bulma, you are in good hands. Don't cry I hate it when you do."
"You're right. I'm in the best hands around here." She said calmly as she opened the door and took small steps towards the stairs. Vegeta stood at the bottom of the stairs with his arms crossed waiting for her.
'You can do this Bulma. You are a strong girl.' She told herself as she walked down the stairs past Vegeta and out the front door to wait for further instruction of what the plan was.

"Onna you are coming with me, and the bakas will go together."
"If she's going with you then I'm coming also." Yamcha protested from being separated from Bulma.
"You are going to ride with them and like it. I will not have the likes of you in my car." Vegeta pushed Yamcha back towards the van and then pulled Bulma to his vette that was parked behind it.
"Kakarott you know where to meet." Vegeta shut Bulma's door and walked around the front of his car and climbed in and started the powerful engine, revving it a few times before pulling out of the driveway in a flash.

The world whipped by as Bulma stared out the window of the car, she didn't know where Vegeta was taking her, and she didn't care. She wanted to be alone; she wanted time to rethink what she had done to her life. Maybe it would be better to have the stalker kill her and put her out of the misery she was feeling deep in her breaking heart. Vegeta wasn't someone anyone could forget in minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even years. Damn him, damn him straight to the burning pits of hell for seeping in to her heart. Half-hour into the drive, Vegeta pulled into a small subdivision that was quiet and pretty. He turned into the driveway of his home and parked the car near the garage before cutting the engine.

"Onna, you awake?" She turned her head towards him, her eyes still puffy from crying with a lifeless gaze.
"Where are we?"
"My place. We are going to stay here until we leave for that blasted thing you're doing in a few days." Bulma followed his lead and got out of the car and walked behind him to his kitchen door around the back. He turned on the lights from room to room as Bulma walked around taking in her new environment for the next few days.
"You don't own much do you?" She called out to him from the living room. She noticed that in the way of worldly possessions he didn't have much.
"I don't need anything if I'm not here." His voice coming from the back of the house.
"I thought with all the money you got from your job that you'd have a huge house and a ton of stuff."
"Don't need it. Don't need anyone or anything." She cocked her head listening to his voice trying to figure out where he was.

She moved down the hall finding a small light on at the end of it glowing softly. She deemed it to be his bedroom, almost matching the furnishing of the rest of the house, just a bed, dresser, television, and a small nightstand with a beautiful lamp sitting on top. She looked around his room shaking her head, figuring he'd have more then this.
"What are you doing in my room?" Vegeta growled loudly from the doorway making her jump.
"Umm, just looking that's all. No need to get upset with me." She stomped towards the door trying to push her way past him.
"Let me by damnit." She hissed through her teeth trying to get past his arm that crossed in front of her locking on the doorframe.
"No, you are staying here tonight."
"What?" She cried out, her eyes growing wide in shock.
"Didn't you hear me the first time?"
"Yes I heard you. Why do I have to stay in here with you? You're the one that denied me, broke my heart."
"Safer for you to be in here. I'll sleep on the floor."
"No, no I'm not taking your bed. I'll sleep on the floor or something. This is your place."
"Fine suit yourself." He grunted and left the room leaving her too stunned to move.

The sounds of a cat hissing, a dog growling and Vegeta's bellowing voice woke Bulma with a start. She realized she had sat down on his bed for a minute to rest her feet but fell asleep in the matter of seconds.
"Onna come get this beast before I kill it!" She raced down the hallway and into the kitchen to see an orange and white cat hunched up hissing at Barney as he inched closer to the feline.
"Barney! Bad boy." Bulma pulled on his collar and scolded the over grown puppy.
"Get the hell out of here Shithead before this damn thing eats you." Vegeta yelled at the cat.
"Shithead? You named your cat Shithead?" Bulma furrowed her brows giving Vegeta a strange look.
"Yeah I did. Doesn't he look like one? I was going to name him Kakarott, but that only made me want to blast that fricken little fur ball across my yard." Vegeta gave his patent evil grin.
"Kami you are evil."
"I never said I was an angel."
"Well you don't look like one that's for damn sure."
"Like you look any better."
"You are such an asshole. I don't even know what I saw in you."
"Probably this." Vegeta closed the gap between them in three steps and brushed his lips over hers, wrapping a strong arm around her back and pressing her into his body. Instinct took over and Bulma deepened the kiss, licking the bottom of his lip, Vegeta compiling with the battle of tongues. Bulma broke the kiss first pulling back from him to look at his face.

"Why?" She asked in a panting voice.
"Onna, you talk to much." He whispered and brought his lips to her ear kissing his way down the side of her face to her exposed neck.
"Hey Vegeta! Where here finally, would have been here sooner if Piccolo would of listened to my directions." Goku shouted as the front door swung open and three guards, one ChiChi and one very sleepy little boy came into the house.
"Continue this later." Vegeta pulled away from Bulma and left her standing on rubbery knees for the beautiful kiss.