Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I broke my rules ( Chapter 17 )

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Someone to watch over me…

With the absences of Vegeta from the cabin, and the loud stifled moans from Bulma's room, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. Goku and Krillin both wore silly assed grins on their faces as they played cards while Yamcha sat back in this seat pretending to work on documents as he listened to their love making. Jealousy raged in his veins, in all his years with her he had only succeeded in dragging her into the bedroom just once and she was half cocked on rum and cokes. After that night his and Bulma's relationship started to dwindle down to non-existent. He found other ways of finding pleasure for himself which included picking up women at the clubs he would take Bulma to for publicity and at concert venues. Women would do just about anything to him for a concert ticket, backstage pass, or even a t-shirt. Growing ever agitated with the thoughts of Vegeta and Bulma grinding against one another, Yamcha clenched his hand into a fist and left for the cockpit again to talk with the pilots, if he didn't leave the area soon he would of marched back there and started a fight.

On the other side of the coin, Bulma hadn't been intimate with anyone besides Yamcha over the years. She had her men in her life, but none in which she would let go that far with her. She found that Yamcha had ruined intercourse for her and only found joy in foreplay for pleasure purposes. Plus with her hectic schedule she didn't have time for romance. Yamcha had her on the go from the time she opened her eyes in the morning until her head crash landed on the pillow often at two or three in the morning from clubbing and after hour parties. Some days she asked herself if it was all worth it, if all the fame and fortune was worth her greatest treasure, her happiness. Yamcha and her relationship in the romance department fell out when all he wanted to do after shows was to get down her pants backstage, on the tour bus, or on the plane. She wasn't his pleasure slave and she made it known to him right away. That's when her friend Launch gave her Barney. Bulma, with the help of Piccolo and Krillin made sure that she raised that puppy right to strike fear into the heart of Yamcha if he got to close to her.

As the time dragged on, the flight was nearing its end. It was early morning Honolulu time when the plane started it's finally decent from the sky, skimming down from the clouds to see the beautiful island of Oahu. Vegeta sat dressed in Bulma's room watching her sleep. He was angry with himself, beyond angry would be a true statement. He couldn't believe he had just slept with the blue haired freak; it made his stomach churn in regret and fury. He couldn't look at her the same way again. He was her employee so to speak. He was hired to do a job and that was to protect her from harm and look where he ended up. Bedding the blue haired beauty on her own plane somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. He berated himself heavily for even letting her entice him like she had. Brought out emotions he hadn't felt in years and filling him a lustful drive to have her when he told her he couldn't do it. Now how was he going to protect her? He needed his brain clear of those thoughts, his senses focused on everything but her. But how could he now? The smell of her drove him insane, the sight of her body withering underneath him would be burned to his memory and wouldn't leave even if he tried his hardest to rid it. Her sensual touch on his skin setting it afire sending tingles of pleasure through his entire body, Her voice chanting his name over and over in his ears as she neared her climax. There was one thing he was thankful for. He did not bite her, to claim her as his own mate. His mind was consumed in all the images over the last few hours he didn't hear her stirring beside him in the bed.

"Geta? What are you doing?" She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as he got up from the bed to finish buckling his pants.
"Get up, we're almost to that island." He grunted out as he put the shoulder holster on and checked the .9mm for ammunition before putting in the holster and grabbing his jacket. Bulma got up and searched around for her clothing with a huge smile planted on her face.
"Onna, after this awards thing, I'm gone you hear me? I can't protect you anymore."
"Geta? Why are you saying that? Who's going to protect me if you don't?" She looked at him shell-shocked, her heart falling from her chest to her knees in less then a second.
"Onna, listen to me. I became involved with you, I broke my rules. I won't be able to protect you the way I am suppose to. I'd let my guard down just once and something will happen."
"So I was nothing right? I was nothing but a fuck buddy for one night. Just long enough for you to get our rocks off and then leave me? Kami am I so stupid." Bulma was enraged by now. The only man that she cared about was dumping the whole world on her shoulders.
"Onna…"
"Don't onna me damn it! I have a name and you know it! Why? Why the hell did you do that to me?"
"You question my motives? I wasn't the only one that wanted it to happen. You have been sleazing around me since the day arrived to take the job onna. I was not the one grinding myself on you, flaunting my body and being a dick tease." Vegeta growled out with the intentions of scaring her way from him. He couldn't have her fawning over him any longer. It would only make things worse in the long run. He had to push her away even if it made him look bad. He just hoped one day she would see why he did it. He was doing it to save her life, if he didn't push her away now who knows what would happen if he slipped in his job. He wouldn't be able to control himself if anything happened to her. The heart he didn't know he had started to ache when he turned to see her standing behind him, the tears streaming down her face, her bottom lip quivering. He wanted to pull her to him and hold on for dear life itself. He sighed deeply and left the room quickly before he gave in to her.

Bulma had remained in her room during the landing, and still did not come out when the limo pulled up to pick them up to take them to Turtle Bay. Yamcha became worried when the limo was finally packed with the last bag but with no Bulma in sight. He gently knocked on the door and opened it.

"Bulma honey?" He was greeted with her heart wrenching sobs as she laid on the bed curled up into a tight ball. His heart sank with just the sounds of her hurting so bad. He picked her up of the bed, just rocking and holding her close as she cried harder.
"It's alright, I'm here now. Shhh." He comforted her the best he could without knowing what happened.
"Bulma, what happened? Did he hurt you?" She hiccupped and sniffled and shook her head. Even though everyone knew she was pining for Vegeta, she didn't want everyone to know that she was rejected. The great Bulma Briefs rejected by a man. There was thousands, millions of guys that would fight, kill and mime for just a chance to get as close as Vegeta had.
"No, it's nothing Yamcha, it's nothing at all." He knew better then listen to the lie she had just spilt forth. Even though Bulma was good at singing, dancing, and some acting she wasn't good at lying.
"Come on baby. Lets get you to the limo." He picked her up in his arms and took her out to the limo that way.

Goku and Krillin shot each other 'what the hell is going on' looks at each other as Yamcha came down the stairs from the plane with Bulma wrapped up in his arms. Vegeta had growled and turned his back to the scene, not wanting his brain to register the jealousy emotion. Yamcha flashed a weak smile to Goku as he opened the door for him and Bulma to enter the limo.
"Krillin, ride up front with Vegeta. I want to find out what's going on." Krillin gave his comrade a nod and waited for Goku to get in before he closed the door. With her energy spent crying, Bulma was sound asleep in Yamcha's arms in no time. Goku kept flashing serious looks between Bulma and Vegeta during the whole half hour drive to the hotel.
"What happened?" Goku's voice was flat, lacking any cheerful emotion everyone was use to.
"I really don't know. I just found her blubbering on her bed." Yamcha replied shaking his head and looking down on her in his arms.
"You think Vegeta did something?"
"No, she told me it wasn't him. Could be stress Goku; you know there is a lot on her mind with everything happening the way it is. I'll be happy when we find out who is doing this and put him in jail"
"Jail wouldn't be punishment enough for what he put her through. I'd soon enough kill him."

The light breeze blew in from the salty ocean sweeping the wonderful scent of orchids, hibiscus and birds of paradise though the main lobby of the Turtle Bay Resort Hotel. (a/n there really is a Turtle Bay and it's beautiful. I lived on Oahu Hawaii for 3 years) Palm trees swayed as the first morning light was rising over the Kahuku Mountain range. Everyone found it to be an awesome sight, well all but Vegeta. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest looking quiet annoyed at best.
"Wow this place is cool." Goku announced as he grabbed a few bags from the trunk of the limo and handing them to a bellhop waiting on them.
"Welcome to Turtle Bay, you're rooms are on the top floor already for you. If you need anything my name is Kami." A young Hawaiian woman greeted them at the front doors. Bulma was still asleep in Yamcha's arms, which were growing uncomfortable by the minute.
"Hey Goku, you mind taking her up. I have to take a break and use the phone and make sure everyone is arriving or have arrived on time."
"Umm well I was going to go scout out the hotel with Krillin." Yamcha rolled his eyes then looked to Vegeta surprised he hadn't taken off already.
"Vegeta? You mind?" His scowled deepened as he stalked over to Yamcha and taking Bulma, not to gently out of his arms and marched into the hotel. He was half hearted to sling her over his shoulder like he did when she was drunk at The Mine, but thought the better of it considering she was wearing a short skirt and he didn't want to hear her bitch if her skirt rode up revealing her thong. Even though it was tempting at best, he'd stick with what he thought he should do and not listen to her whining voice or hear her crying. She stirred in his arms, opening her eyes to see his face right above hers. She flinched and closed her eyes again while gritting her teeth. She couldn't take this.
"Let me go you fucking monkey!"