Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ No, it's not true, this can't be happening to me! ( Chapter 18 )

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Someone to watch over me…


The old Bulma and Vegeta were back in full swing and worse then ever as the days crawled by. If Bulma wasn't on the set working on the video, you were sure to find her cursing and insulting Vegeta in any way should could. Vegeta remained quiet and as far away as possible from her with his icy cold glare so ever present. No one knew what had happened between him and her, but neither was going to talk about it.

"But Yamcha, I want to go down to Waikiki and look around. Last time I was here I didn't get the chance and you know that." Bulma whined from her balcony over looking the beach.
"Talk to Vegeta or Goku, I don't have time to take you down there right now."
"Goku is down on the beach with ChiChi and Gohan, and the monkey prince is being an ass. So I guess I'm stuck here. Hmpft!" She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted giving Yamcha the saddest looking face in the world. He sighed and laughed lightly at her adorable face.
"Go get ready, I'll escort you around."
"Yea!" She squealed in delight and took off to her room to change into something nice.

Stepping out fifteen minutes later, she was dolled up in a little red Hawaiian print dress.
"So do I look like a tourist?" She giggled and twirled around.
"You look wonderful. Now lets not make this a whole day thing, we still have a few things to finish up before then end of the day. Then you get fun in the sun for your last two days here."
"I know, I know. Lets get going then." She grabbed him by the arm yanking him out the door and down the hallway to the elevators.
"I want to pick up some stuff to send to Mom and Dad, oh and get something for Barney."
"Barney doesn't need anything Bulma, he's just a dog."
"Bah, just a dog my foot. Keeps you in line doesn't he?" Yamcha just rolled his eyes at her as he punched in the lobby number on the elevator, still listening to her talk.

Vegeta stood in the lobby watching the weird tourist people scuffle around looking at maps and talking about sights they needed to see. He was trying his hardest to keep his mind off of Bulma, but it wasn't working as well as he would of planned it. He could see the hurt in her eyes every time he looked at her and it panged his heart to see her that way. But in his mind it was for the best. If she was with him every second of the day, flirting and carrying on like a girl in love he would become too distracted to actually perform his job, only wanting to pay attention to her and not to surroundings. He watched as Yamcha brought her down and they walked through the lobby arm in arm to a waiting car. He sighed heavily and watched them drive away heading who knows where. He was becoming attached to her and he knew it. It was growing obvious by his jealousy raging through his veins. The night before he watched her drinking and dancing at a club in Honolulu with the locals, tourists, and military personal that was stationed on the island. Every guy that walked up to Bulma, he wanted to rip their throats out. Every guy that danced with her he wanted to fry to ashes with a blast, every guy that put the moves on her he wanted to snap them in half in front of her. It got to the point where he had to leave totally before he started something.

It was dark by the time Bulma and Yamcha had arrived back to the hotel carrying dozens of bags filled with trinkets and clothing Bulma had picked up at the international market place.
"So what do you say you and me take hula lessons tomorrow?" She asked Yamcha with a laugh trying to imitate what she had seen at some cultural show.
"I'll leave that up to you. You're not getting me in a grass skirt and coconut shell bra."
"But I think you'd look cute in it. Hell it would make a fine picture to send out on holiday cards." She grinned at the thought. They were half way to their main room when Goku came out of the door looking shocked and upset.
"Goku? What's wrong?" Bulma asked as she picked up her walking pace.
"Bulma you need to come see this." What ever it was had to be important and serious for Goku to look that way. She walked in and kicked off her sandals near the door and threw her armload of bags near the couch.
"What's going on?" Bulma asked looking at everyone in the room. Vegeta stood against the wall eying the television set before her voice caught his attention. Every one of them looked on edge, like a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"Oh my Kami." Yamcha had caught what was being shown on the news, throwing him in to a tailspin.
"Bulma, come here." She finally looked to the TV seeing what use to be a building in flames. Goku walked over and turned up the volume so everyone could hear it.

"An explosion ripped through Capsule Corporation in Satan City today. Firefighters and police are still investigating the explosion that killed one and injuring one other." The lady anchorwoman announced as Bulma lost all color in her face.
"We believe it was a bomb of some sort that was on a time device. After talking with many people that worked for Dr. Briefs said that there were some suspicious looking letters and telephone calls in the recent weeks, all which were directed at his daughter the famous singer Bulma Briefs. One witness told our reporter that the telephone calls would all be the same. A guy saying 'Big Boom' before hanging up. Mrs. Briefs was pronounced dead at a local hospital shortly after arrival, while Dr.Briefs is in critical but stable condition. We still have no comment from Bulma Briefs about the whole situation."

Bulma stood in shock, she didn't want it to be real, and it was just a bad nightmare she would wake up from. But it was real, all too real.
"No, it's not true, this can't be happening to me! This guy wants me not my parents, why the hell did he do that to them why? They didn't deserve it. Oh Kami no." She cried out collapsing into the arms of Goku. Yamcha was thunderstruck as well. The phone call at the mansion before they left was finally coming back to him. He remembered it, the eerie voice saying 'big boom' before hanging up. He had dismissed it as a prank call and thought nothing about it until now. Way too late for anything to be done now.
"Onna, it's time to leave. I suggest you pack your belongings. We'll be leaving in an hour to go back to Japan." She heard Vegeta's voice, but not a word he said, her mind wouldn't register anything he had to say to her any longer. She was in too much pain now. All too much for her. Yamcha left for his room to pack along with Krillin. Goku sat Bulma down on the couch before he left to make sure his family was packed and ready to go with Piccolo watching them. Bulma didn't move an inch, just staring off into space not even noticing the prince that stood not far from her watching her. His heart sank at the sight of her distress. How could he cause her hurt and have this on top of it. He was fool to say those harsh words to her on the plane, the pain he saw in her eyes was something he never saw before in his life. She truly cared for him and look what he did for her in return. Threw that trust and love back in her face like it was trash. He didn't deserve someone like her. He was so unworthy to be in her presence the way he treated her. With a heavy heart he pulled her into an embrace, just holding her close to him waiting for her to start crying. When the sobs and tears never started he pulled her back to look at her. It was like she wasn't even in her body.

Bulma remained the same empty void through the whole flight and car ride back to her mansion in Satan City. Vegeta had taken it upon himself to take care of her in this state. He watched her for hours at a time in her motionless state either staring off in the distance or sleep without the hint of dreams. On the beginning of the forth day, Vegeta couldn't take it any longer. She didn't eat, didn't speak, and rarely moved from her bed. Piccolo would leave food at the door for her which the tray would be untouched when returned hours later.

"Onna, listen to me. You are not going to waste away in here like this. You must eat, you must talk, you must bathe you stink." He was hoping the bathing part would rile her up enough to give him a good argument. He was just dying not hearing her voice.
"Guess I'm going to have to do it for you then." He growled out and grabbed a bowl of soup that ChiChi had prepared for her the night before and sat down next to the bed with it. He brought the spoon up to her lips pressing it against her bottom lip trying to get her to open her mouth.
"Damn it, don't make me pry that mouth open and pour this down your throat."
"Why should you care about me in the first place?" Her voice a dull whisper of it's true self.
"If something happens to you I don't get paid."
"Cut the bullshit Vegeta. You would still get paid regardless. Why? You've been nothing but an asshole to me since I slept with your ass. I regret doing that. Makes me sick every time I think about it now. I thought I finally snagged my prince and only got shit on."
"I told you my reasons onna, what more do you want from me?"
"I just don't want to be that old lady I in picture with a hundred cats for company when I grow old. I don't want to be alone anymore and I thought I struck gold with you."



*sniffles* don't hate me guys....