Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ He's going to be so pissed at me." ( Chapter 13 )

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Someone to watch over me….

After being rudely interrupted, Bulma made her way back to Vegeta's bedroom without running into anyone that might delay her train of thought that was racing at the moment. She couldn't figure out why after being denied that within a few hours he would turn his mind around and kiss her the way that he did in the middle of his own kitchen no less. She didn't know if she was lucky or not that Goku and company came in at that moment, or she might of ended up having wild sex with a guy that didn't love her in the middle of his kitchen counter.

She made up a soft palate of blankets and pillows besides his bed and curled up ready for sleep. The soft glow of the bedside clock told her she should have been in bed asleep in peaceful dreams hours ago, but there was too much excitement for her to slumber for long. She forced her eyes closed, her fingers resting on her lips as a reminder of the kiss from earlier.

Down stairs in Vegeta's basement turned training area, the four guards held an impromptu meeting of sorts to figure out what they could do to keep Bulma safe and away from the public eye as much as possible.

"We're splitting up from here. Kakarott and the cue ball are staying here; Kakarott's harpy and brat will go with the Weakling and the Green Bean."
"What are you talking about splitting up? I won't be leaving Bulma with you."
"Yamcha cool out, if Vegeta wants it that way I'm sure he has a plan or something." Goku bolstered out from a table that he planted himself upon to swing his dangling feet like a kid.

"If you would shut your mouth for a minute I will explain myself. Now since who ever is stalking the freak upstairs is starting to turn up the heat if we are split up this person won't know where she is that easy. I have a feeling this person knows exactly how they want to kill her and is going to make it big out in public so everyone can see her being killed. Something with lots of cameras and press. Now Weakling, tell me of her schedule. Do not leave anything out." Vegeta grabbed the front of Yamcha's shirt and lifted him off the floor. Yamcha's eyes grew wide as he looked down on the Prince whose eyes showed an angry glint to them.

"Ummm, yeah…One week on Oahu Hawaii. We'll be staying towards the North Shore there at a place called Turtle Bay. It's away from the bigger cities of Honolulu and Waikiki. And after the video shoot there, we are coming back to Satan City doing small promotional spots for clubs. Umm, There is a benefit dinner that she will be the guest of honor for. Some Charity thing, she'll sing a few songs that's all until the World Music Awards." Yamcha rambling fast so he could get the Saiyan to relinquish his hold on the expensive Italian shirt he was wearing.

"Tell me more about this awards thing." Vegeta dropped Yamcha so he could catch his breath so he could continue.

"Well, it's going to be a huge thing. A lot of celebrities and singers, all in one auditorium at the same time. Broadcast will be around the world to something like fifty different countries I think. Bulma is nominated for seven awards right now and she can't miss this for nothing. Not even that damn stalker."

"That is for me to decided not you. That's where he's going to do it. All this small shit is to scare her. Billions of people will be watching while this sick bastard does his most sensation work in front of them."

"But Vegeta, wouldn't you think with all the stars there, that there will be so much security that this person can't get through?" Krillin asked looking back and forth between Vegeta and Yamcha.

"You got a point cue ball, but we are not going to take any chances. If this person wants to kill her bad enough, he'll find a way to get into that auditorium and kill her weather it be as an employee, or media crew. He'll be there." Everyone agreed that it was for the best that Vegeta rules and plan be followed not for Bulma's safety, but theirs as well.

At quarter to five in the morning the meeting broke up for the participants to get some rest before the day began. Vegeta had yelled at Goku to stay out of his kitchen warning him if he touched any food that he would sick his attack cat Shithead on him. He made his way towards his bedroom to find that the light and television was on, but no Bulma.
"Now where the hell is she?" he growled under his breath re-checking the rooms in his house, having Goku ask twenty questions on his way through the rooms.
"Will you just shut up and go to sleep? Can't you see I am not in the mood to listen to your chitter chatter?" He went back down to his bedroom to be greeted by Barney sprawled out on his bed with his head hanging over the other side facing away from him.

"I do not know why the hell she insisted on bringing that mutt with her. She could of left him outside at her home to fend for himself. I'm sure if he got hungry enough that he could catch and eat some small woodland creatures. Get off my bed damnit!" Vegeta grabbed Barney by the collar and started to yank the huge dog off his bed when he realized the dog was over looking Bulma that was asleep on the floor beside his bed.

"Well I think you are good for something now. If I can't find the onna, all I have to do is look for your furry damn ass. Now get out of here and go bug Kakarott or Cue Ball, I bet they need a sleeping partner." The dog groaned a little before he jumped off the bed slipping out the door seemingly following Vegeta's orders to the letter.

"Now if I can get Shithead trained like that. Speaking of which, I should have told that fleabag to leave him alone. Too late now." Vegeta bent down and picked Bulma off the cold floor and placed her in his bed. She whimpered a little as she cuddled down into the new found softness of the bed with Vegeta watching contently. He grinned a little sweeping some stray locks of hair that found their way into her face away with his fingers.
"You are making things harder on me everyday that I am around you little one." Were his last words before he turned off the television and light and laid himself down next to her, listening to her soft breathing that lulled him to sleep.

Bulma woke with the sun coming through the wooden blinds stretching and yawning. It took her a minute to figure out that she wasn't in her room at home, but was at Vegeta's home and in his bed.
"In his bed?" She gasped as she sat up and found Vegeta right next to her sound asleep on top of the blankets. She shook her head and smiled before slipping out of the bed and looking for one of her bags with some of her 'lounging' clothes in it. Finding a pair of baggy jeans that didn't show off her long legs, and a frumpy sweatshirt she padded down to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
"Ick, I hope he doesn't mind that I use his toothbrush." She giggled and searched the medicine cabinet for some toothpaste.
"Ahh ha! He's going to be so pissed at me." She snickered and took her clothes off and stepped into the warm shower.

Vegeta had felt Bulma get out of bed, but his body fought him to stay there. He closed his eyes listening to the shower running and her singing. Beyond the bathroom he could hear Goku talking to Krillin about who knows what. All Vegeta knew that if it didn't pertain to his work, it wasn't worth listening to. The shower turned off and Bulma kept singing and humming something he hadn't heard her sing before. It was kind of pleasant instead of that hard thumping of base and techno beat he was familiar of her to play and sing to. With his attention on the singing down the hall, Vegeta wasn't aware of a guest in his room. A big cold nose pressed against his cheek sending the Prince in a fit of hysterics.

"Onna come get this fucking mutt now!" He bellowed loudly holding Barney by the collar away from his face. Bulma bounded into the room with a smile watching Barney try and give Vegeta doggie kisses.
"He likes you Geta, he just wants to give you a big slobbery kiss." She giggled.
"If he does not leave me alone this instant I will rip his tongue out and feed it to my cat."
"Right…Come on Barney leave the grumpy man alone. Evidently he isn't a morning person." Vegeta grunted as Bulma pulled Barney from the bedside and pushing him out the door in front of her. She peeked through the crack of the door and giggled again.
"Breakfast in ten minutes, I expect you to be there." She added and closed the door behind her.

"Morning Bulma." Goku and Krillin said in unison as she graced them with her presence.
"You know, I think while we're away in Hawaii I'll have someone come in here and re-decorate this place." Bulma said looking around the poorly furnished living room.
"On second thought, I don't know if I should." She picked up the dead plant from the windowsill looking it over before taking it to the trashcan.
"Hey, don't throw that away. I gave him that for a house warming present." Goku cried out.
"When was that? It's dead Goku."
"Umm lets see. He moved in here back in the fall. Two years ago." Bulma's face vaulted.
"He's been here this long and still has a dead plant stuck to his windowsill. Geeze I can tell he's not here very often then or he doesn't like plants."
"He's never here, I think this is like the third or forth time I've actually been over here while he's been here. Most of the time I just come over and bring his mail in."
"Interesting. Well it's breakfast time I wonder if he has food here."

Bulma made her way towards the kitchen with Goku not far behind with the mention of food. She opened the fridge and found it well stocked for someone that wasn't around that much. She was finding Vegeta to be more a mystery then anything now. He's never home but has plenty of food. She never saw him but he was always around watching. Bulma fumbled around with the pots and pans in the cupboard sitting them on the stove one by one to start cooking a banquet of food for the two saiyans, Krillin, and herself.

Vegeta finished getting dressed in an old pair of gray sweat pants and a white muscle shirt before he opened his bedroom door to the pleasant smell of breakfast being made in his kitchen.
"I didn't know the onna knew how to cook." When he reached the kitchen he had found it to be a disaster area. Eggs, flour, sugar, coffee, and some bacon grease from the kitchen table, all over the floors to the sink. Goku looked up and smiled at him, as his eyes grew wider of the mess.

"What in Kami's name happened in my kitchen?"
"That would be hurricane Goku and Krillin." Bulma said pointing to the two men covered in food.
"Bulma, you didn't have to rat us out." Krillin whined as he wiped the rest of the raw egg of the top of his head with his hand and slinging it to the floor with a loud sloppy wet noise.
"I expect this all cleaned up in ten minutes. Not a minute more not a minute less. I will not live with animals!" Vegeta stomped out of the kitchen claiming his old leather recliner in the living room. He stared out the window trying to ignore the clanking of pans in the kitchen.

"Umm Vegeta?"
"What is it onna?"
"Well since breakfast was kind of ruined. Do you think it's alright if we went out to eat?" She cringed to herself knowing he was going to yell and tell her no that it wasn't safe. He was silent for a moment as he studied her face with that 'scared to ask' look.
"Let the baka's fend for themselves. I'll take you out for breakfast, my choice though. I rather not eat some place…" The Prince was cut off with loud barking, the cat hissing and a very loud thump and bang. Vegeta rolled his eyes and picked himself out of the recliner to follow Bulma into the kitchen to separate the animals from fighting again when Bulma stopped dead in her tracks and about collapsed in laughter. There in the kitchen was Goku flat on his back after being trampled by both animals as Shithead was escaping out the back animal door with Barney stuck in it.

"Tell you mongrel to stop chasing my cat!"
"Well tell your cat to stop teasing my dog!"
"What is it they always say about owners and their animals Goku? They are exactly alike?" Krillin asked the fallen saiyan. Both Vegeta and Bulma whipped their heads around to look at him with evil glares.
"Well it's true, I mean just look at you two. Bulma is always chasing Vegeta, and well Vegeta is being hard to get and a tease. Oh shit I did not just say that?" Krillin clamped a hand over his mouth and left the room in a hurry before anyone had the chance to clobber him. Bulma turned four different shades of red as she stood in shock.
"So is what the little cue ball said is true? You always chasing me?" Vegeta asked in a low whisper next to her ear sending chills up and down her spine. All she could manage was a nod of confirmation.
"Come on onna before they stop serving breakfast."