Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Hideous yes, sexy no ( Chapter 14 )

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Someone to watch over me…


After a having breakfast in a small café near Vegeta's house, he decided to show her around his small area of the world. He escorted her down the tranquil sidewalks lined with shops and small businesses. A warm summer breeze blew softly through Bulma's tresses making it appear to made of pure spun silk as it cascaded down around her shoulders. Vegeta looked nothing like himself on a regular day she would of seen him guarding her. He dressed himself in a pair of loose fitting jeans and dress shirt that made him quite handsome against the sun's glow on his tanned skin. There was also the surprise that he did not carry his gun like he always done before, holstered inside his suit jacket against his chest. Even though guns had always made Bulma very uneasy, she trusted him fully and wasn't scared to know that he carried one everywhere they went. She often thought if he slept with it under his pillow at night. The prince was full of surprises that she didn't think was possible. She about died when she found out that he even had a pet at home. The name kind of threw her for a loop, but it was funny nonetheless. Only Vegeta would name his pet 'Shithead'. Even though he could be an ass sometimes, she loved being around him and that baffled her brain the most. She couldn't figure it out what it was that was drawing her near him so much. Was it the bad boy image that he perceived? Was it his looks? She knew it wasn't the insults that he threw at her night and day about her outfits that she choose to wear for the day, or the way she ate something, or get after her so called screeching that she called singing. It all made her smile at the end of the day after her anger was depleted for him.

"This is very peaceful here. Nothing like down town at all. By now I would have had at least twelve television cameras stuck in my face for stepping out in public." Bulma commented, happy that fans weren't mobbing her while she walked down the street like ordinary people.
"That's why I live here. I hate being annoyed by people and noise twenty four hours a day."
"I thought my home was quiet? Does it not suit you?"
"Not with everyone you employ. And that animal you call a pet, I think you should get rid of it. But other then that it's acceptable."
"What's wrong with Barney? I've had him since he was a puppy. He was a gift from a friend back home." Bulma asked in a hurt voice.
"He's loud, and he gets in my face. And another thing he smells funny."
"He just likes you that's all. He don't do that to just anyone. And he doesn't smell funny. I have you to know he has a bath every other day." Bulma stated matter of factly.
"Well I feel honored then." Vegeta snipped out in a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"Oh wow, hey I'm going to go in here."
"For what onna? You do not need any more clothes. You have enough clothing at my house for at least three years."
"Oh come on please? I've never been down here before. I just want to see what they have." Bulma begged in a cute voice as she tugged on his arm. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be drug into the clothing shop. He waited near the wall watching her grab an arm full of clothes and head towards the dressing room.

"Hey Geta, can you grab me that pair of jeans there?" Bulma asked peeking around the door of the dressing room.
"I am your bodyguard, not shopping partner. Get it yourself onna." Bulma growled to herself as she slipped out of the dressing room to the table five feet away in nothing but her blue thong and bra. Vegeta sucked in a breath and turned his head not wanting to see her flesh. She gave him an evil look and stalked back into the dressing room with the jeans, slipping them on to model in the mirror.
"Not bad, think I'll get these, they'll be perfect for my trip." Bulma said very pleased with herself.
"Onna, are you done looking at yourself in the mirror yet? I'd like to do something else besides look at onna clothing."
"Oh hold your horses Geta. I'm almost done and then we'll do something you want to do. Which I'm kind of afraid to ask what that is." Bulma stepped out of the dressing room wearing the jeans she snagged off the table minutes earlier. She smiled as she saw Vegeta's eyes look her up and down slowly before the muscle under his right eye twitched. The hip huggers were so tight and low riding on her slim hips. The sides of the jeans laced from the very top to the ankle with leather laces, showing skin through the criss crossed leather.

"So you like?" She asked giving a little twirl in front of him. It was pure torture to him to have to look at her like that and not have the urge to throw her over his shoulder and take off with her to a private place and take her as his own. The way she walked, the very sweet scent that was uniquely hers, all of it twisted in his brain like a bad tornado of emotions fighting one another for control.

"You expect me to escort you around looking like that? I think not onna, put those other rags back on so we can go." Bulma frowned with his words, she knew she looked good. Damn good for that matter but couldn't figure out why he had to insult her every chance he got. There was another side of the insulting prince that seemed no one knew but himself. The side that he always fought to control and not show the world. If she only knew that it was his proud royal pride that often stepped in the way of things she would try her best to break that wall down so she could see it.

"I see, you're afraid of me walking around all hot like and draw attention to myself?"
"I will not be pulling the weak males off of you in your display of appearing 'sexy' by earth customs."
"Oh so you think this is sexy?" Bulma quirked an eyebrow to him with a sloppy grin on her lips.
"Hideous yes, sexy no." Vegeta spat out blatantly.
"What ever you say Geta." She went to the counter and paid for her purchases and smiled when she got the six bags full of new clothes handed to her.

"You don't expect me to carry those do you?" Vegeta asked as they left the shop and she tried to pawn some of the heavier bags off on him.
"Well no not all of them. They're just a little heavy is all."
"Then you should work out more onna, then you can carry you stuff with no whining."
"How do you expect me to work out more huh? I get up in the morning and if I feel like it I jog around the property with Barney, then I have dance practice and singing practices along with what other else Yamcha has planned for me during the day."
"You call that sorry excuse of you fumbling around the yard in the morning with that mutt jogging?"
"Yes I do. It's the only time I get any time to myself anymore it seems. And how do you know what I do that early in the mornings? You're always asleep when I get up."
"And how do you know I'm always asleep onna? Spying on me are we?" Bulma's face blushed a deep crimson, she had just given away one of her secrets of checking up on him in the mornings before stepping out the back door to run.
"Not spying on you. Just making sure you were in your room is all. You didn't answer my question quid pro quo Vegeta, how do you know I'm outside running when you're asleep?"
"You are a baka, I know where you're at all the time by you ki signature, even though it's laughable at best, I know when you leave your room in the morning."
"You and everyone else talks about this ki crap."
"It's your energy level onna. It's different when you are awake, asleep, angry and so on. I just know."
"Hmmm, ok." She managed to sputter out as the park came into sight at the end of the street.

Neither said a word, but kept walking, enjoying the sunlight on their faces, the wind in their hair and the peaceful silences that graced both of them. Bulma was shocked when halfway through the park Vegeta actually took three of the bags from her hand as they walked. She gave him a warm smile as they continued. It would ruin the moment if she opened her mouth to say anything nice or thank him at that time. The sounds of kids laughing and carrying on drew Bulma's attention. She always loved to sit and watch kids at play wishing one day she would have a family that would play like that in her back yard. Her walking slowed as she looked on a small boy and small girl chasing each other through an open field laughing and singing. Vegeta noticed she had stopped a ways back before he turned to see what she was doing. The look in her eyes said it all. She was longing to settle down and start her own family.

"Onna?"
"Hn? Oh gomen Vegeta, I guess I got a little side tracked." She said shaking her head of the daze and dreams that filled it.
"So tell me, why don't you have a mate and brats?"
"Mate and brats?" She gave him a questioning look.
"What you call a husband and children here."
"Oh, well I'm not sure I guess. I thought for the longest time I would get married and have a family but now all I see in my future is loneliness. I'll be one of those old maids that are insane with a hundred cats when I get old."
"I don't think you will be lonely onna."
"You don't? Why not?"
"I just know so."
"You are pretty sure of yourself you know that Vegeta?"
"I've been told that a time or two."
"So tell me something, why don't you have a mate and brats? Handsome guy like yourself should have been settled down along time ago as well."
"I will not take a mate from this planet. All the female saiyans have died, leaving me and Kakarott the only full blooded saiyans left in this whole pathetic universe." His voice sounded a little brash as he spoke. Bulma knew she had struck a raw nerve and wished that she had never brought it up.
"I'm sorry, I really don't know a whole lot about you or Goku. But I would love to know about your planet and about you Vegeta."
"Why? So you can pity me? I do not need your pity onna."
"I was not going to throw a pity party for you. I just want to know what goes on in that head of yours. You know sometimes you can be so dark and evil looking, then a few minutes later you have a soft almost serene look on your face."
"Ahh, so you stare at me also. You must like what you see onna if you can't keep your eyes off of me."
"Don't inflate your ego anymore. Yes maybe I do like what I see, you have a problem with that?" Bulma put her free hand over her mouth as quick as the words spewed out. She was in shock that she even spoke them in her mind but now she had actually spoken them out loud for the man to hear. Her face flushed as she turned her back to him so she couldn't see the reaction he was going to give. What she missed was the quirky looking smile that plastered to his face with a small soft chuckle from his throat. Vegeta walked over to her and placed his head on her shoulder while taking her free hand in his.
"No problem here."