Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Thank you captain obvious ( Chapter 15 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me…I skipped a few days in here…seemed unimportant for the story…



Someone to watch over me…


"Hey! Watch what you are doing with that." Yamcha was screaming at a crew of men packing sound equipment, lighting, and background sets into vans outside of the mansion. Yamcha was on a tight schedule to get everything there done and sent to the waiting plane so it would make it to the islands before everyone arrived and set up.
"Hey Yamcha, if you think you can do better, put your damn cell phone down and come and help us." Yajirobe yelled back as he threw some cables in the back of the van.
"You're the one getting paid to do this now get it done, I have a dead line to meet here. Oh and by the way, find Tien and have him get the limo ready."
"Find him yourself. Does it look like I'm your gofer?"
"I'm still trying to figure out why in the hell Bulma made me hire your lazy ass Yajirobe."
"Because she threatened to walk off the tour that's why. I'm the only one that can set the stage up right and you know it."

Yamcha growled as he stomped away into the mansion knowing Yajirobe was right, he was a genius when it came to setting up the stage. Not once has there been a problem with staging and lighting during the whole tour they just returned from. He went to the answering machine noticing there were four new messages that went unanswered all because of the other nights intruder scare. He sighed and pushed the play button on the recorder.

"Hi Bulma, it's Marrik. I just wanted to make sure you still needed me on your video shoot. Give me a call. *Click* Hey Bulma and Yamcha, this in Angelo over at Diamonds and Pearls. I just wanted to know if you could make it down here for one song. Promise it will bring a lot of publicity. *Click* Hi Bulma, it's Sarah. Just wanted to let you know that your stage costume you ordered is in. I'll bring it with me to Hawaii. Aloha. *Click* Big boom *click* "

Yamcha thought about the messages for a moment, especially the last one. What did the guy mean by 'big boom'? Yamcha shrugged it off a prank call and went back to collecting some paperwork from the study before leaving the mansion for the day. He had to go and talk with Bulma about making a few appearances before she left for Hawaii late that night. Everything seemed to be on track so far, so he thought a few appearances wouldn't hurt before she boarded the private plane for a ten-hour flight.

Bulma sat in a lounge chair in the backyard of Vegeta's watching Goku, Krillin, and the grumpy house owner run through some exercises before they started to spar. Bulma found it almost as interesting to watch as paint drying. With Barney at her feet, watching the men, she put on her sunglasses and leaned back to catch a little sun and a nap before she had to get her things around and head for the airport. She was dreading the flight over the ocean. She never did really care flying over water, and with the weather report suggesting storms over the pacific, the turbulence would be pretty bad as well increasing her dread ten fold. She was half hearted to call Yamcha to have him pick up a sedative to calm her nerves. Her cell phone rang beside her making her jump a little as she came back to her reality around her.

"Gawd if it's Yamcha I'm going to scream! Hello?" she answered her phone as she sat up and placed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked over to the men kicking the crap out of each other for fun.
"Auntie Bulma."
"Gohan sweetie is that you? You want to talk to your daddy?"
"No, I want you to die bitch. You are going to die." The voice on the phone changed from a child's to a grizzly sounding adult man's. Her eyes widen with the words that echoed from the phone. In a panic she flung the phone away from her and sprinted to the house as fast as her legs could take her. The phone landed a few feet away from where the men were catching their attention when it made a soft thudding noise on the ground. Vegeta caught Bulma running into his house out of the corner of his eye as he picked up the phone, looking it over before bringing it to his ear to listen. There was some evil laughter on the other end of the line then the force of the phone being slammed down on the cradle making Vegeta wince in pain it was so loud.
"Who was it Vegeta?" Goku asked scratching his head in confusion of what just happened.
"I don't know, but get things ready, I think we're going to leave earlier then what is planned." Vegeta pocketed the phone and went after Bulma.

Bulma had ran through the back door with Barney on her heels all the way to Vegeta's bedroom where she slammed the door locking herself inside. Barney whined and scratched at the door trying in a desperate plea to get her to open the door. The tears and the terrifying panic didn't set in until the door was slammed and she was truly alone. The guy knew where she lived, knew her cell phone number which only a few people knew and he probably knew where she was staying at, at this very moment. Her life was on a downward spiral with her emotions taking over for her, it was either fight or flight and she wasn't going to stick around to fight. She heard the voices outside the door talking to her calmly at first, asking her what happened and if she was alright then they grew more disparate in pleading as the knocks on the door became louder, harder shaking it on it's hinges.

"Bulma open this door before I break it down." Goku said as he pounded on the door. He could hear her in there sobbing hard.
"Kakarott get the hell out of my way." Vegeta pushed Goku back down the hallway into Krillin, sending them into a heaping pile of tangled limbs. At this point Vegeta didn't care if he had to destroy his house to get her ass out of his room; she was going to come out one way or another. With a little force from his shoulder, he broke the doorframe into splinters as he came into the room. There in the corner of his room he found her against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest crying so hard that she wasn't even breathing, her lungs fighting her to inhale what she needed most.
"Onna, breathe damnit. Stop this crying and breathe." He demanded in a harsh voice as he picked her up out of the corner.
"Vegeta she hyperventilating. Get her to calm down."
"Thank you captain obvious. No shit Kakarott, what the hell do you think I'm doing in here? Having a debate with her? Of course I'm trying to calm her."
"What in Kami's name is going on? Oh no Bulma baby!" Yamcha barreled into the bedroom only to be faced with Vegeta snarling at him to back off.
"Yamcha I think Vegeta can take care of her, just back off before he kills you or something." Goku grabbed him and pulled him away and out of sight before Vegeta did something he might enjoy.
"Bulma, you have to listen to me, you need to calm down and tell me what happen. Deep breath now. Onna you better be listening to me." Goku stood stunned at the door listening to Vegeta comfort Bulma. In all the time they've known each other, he had never known Vegeta to talk like that. His voice was always loud and harsh and to the point.

Minutes after Vegeta busted down the door, his soothing voice brought Bulma back to almost calm reality with only sniffles and a few tears. Vegeta wasn't going to admit it, but he was actually concerned over her, and figured that yelling wasn't going to help the situation.

"So who ever was on the phone pretended to be a child? You thought it was Gohan." Bulma nodded her response to Goku as he asked the questions and she answered from the safety of Vegeta's lap on the bed. Bulma had refused to let go of Vegeta this time, threatening to start crying all over again which no one wanted to allow her to do.
"I'm going to call the airport and have them bump up the flight then, and I guess I should cancel those public appearances as well."
"Yamcha, you were booking my time to make appearances tonight before I left?" Bulma sniffled out as Vegeta handed her another tissue to use, he was afraid she might use his training suit to wipe her nose with.
"It was just a few short stops, wouldn't have taken that long anyways." Bulma shook her head in disgust at Yamcha and buried her head back into Vegeta's soft shoulder, not wanting to look at him any longer then she had to.
"Weakling, I suggest you get your calling done. I want to leave soon."
"Right." Yamcha sighed and exited the room leaving Vegeta alone with Bulma and the big lazy Barney.

"Geta?" Bulma called his name, muffled by her face against his shoulder.
"Hn?" He grunted out in response as he looked down on her small form lying so perfectly in his arms. She turned her face so she could look at him; see those dark black eyes that enchanted her instantly.
"You think this guy could really kill me? I mean…shit you know if he got past you some how."
"No one is going to get past me onna. I promise you that. In all my time doing this job here on earth I have not lost anyone that I was guarding."
"It's nice to know that you are that dedicated to your job." She mumbled out giving him a weak smile.
"I told you onna, if something happens to the one I am guarding, I don't get paid. It's all about the zenis that make you keep your eyes open and alert."
"I think there is more then just that."
"You think so? And what might that be?"
"You don't want to fail at a job. You're a perfectionist, and if something isn't right or something happens you think you're a failure."
"I never fail, failure is not an option for me."
"See, I told you. I think I'm beginning to understand you."
"Onna, there is a lot you still do not understand about me."
"But I know you and I will understand this."

She cupped his cheek in her hand and brought his face to meet hers; their noses touching. Bulma slowly closed her eyes and brushed her lips over his lightly at first hoping he would respond and not push her away. Softly she felt his arms around her, pulling her even closer then she was as he deepened the kiss. She moaned lightly against his lips allowing time enough for him to slip his tongue in and taste her. As her hand made it's way from the back of his neck, gliding down over his shoulder to his rock hard chest, one of his hands and snaked it's way under her shirt, his touch so light as it made it's way up her firmly toned stomach to brush lightly against her breast earning him another moan. Removing his lips from hers, he trailed down her neck with tender kisses, savoring the delicious taste of her skin against his lips as she tilted her head back for him. He smirked to himself and let his other hand follow the same path the other one did to tease and feel the neglected breast. He was quiet pleased with the moans he was receiving from her. It had been a very long time since he had done anything like this and was happy that he didn't lose his touch over the years. Vegeta stiffened as Bulma's hand had made it's way all the way down his chest and was now stroking his hardening member through his tight training suit.
"Mmmm, I didn't realize you were that big." She purred in his ear as she lazily licked the out edge of his ear and nipping the lob.
"Onna, shut up." Vegeta whispered as he fumbled to get her bra off before he had her shirt off.
"Hey Vegeta, you know wh…" Goku stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging open, to stunned or too embarrassed to finish what his train of thought was.
"You just had to make me break the door didn't you?" Vegeta growled as his chance of mating with Bulma was just shot out the window by a broken door and a third class baka.