Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Yamcha, have a damn heart ( Chapter 20 )

I do not own DBZ so please don't sue me…thanks! Lyrics are from "Could've been sung by Tiffany a very long time ago lol.



Someone to watch over me…


The sunny morning came and went with dark thick rain clouds looming overhead. Bulma stood graveside watching the men lower her mothers casket into the damp ground in front of her. The light wind blew her hair around her shoulders, and threatened to blow away her wide brim black hat that went with her conservative black blaze and skirt. This was the side of Bulma no one ever saw. The erotic stage costumes and wild behavior gone for the afternoon, she looked like a totally different person. She stood tall with Yamcha on her right and Vegeta and Goku on her left listening the graveside service. Clutched in her right had was a white handkerchief that her mother had given her a very long time ago, never in Bulma's wildest dreams did she think that she would be standing here trying to act brave after her mother's death. The heavens finally opened up letting it rain down on everyone saying their last goodbyes. People passed by Bulma whispering their condolences to her, while she weakly smiled and shook hands with them as she thanked them for coming. Before to long everyone but Bulma's personal entourage remained.

"She seems to be taking it better then I thought she would." ChiChi commented as she watched Bulma by herself standing next to the grave motionless.
"She's acting. I know she is. Right now she's screaming and crying inside." Yamcha said as he cleared his throat, the cold rain starting to get to all of them as they watched Bulma. Goku came up and wrapped his warm arms around his wife and gave her a gentle squeeze with a solemn expression on his face. Piccolo, Krillin and Tien leaned against the front of the car, speaking quietly with each other as they waited to leave.

Vegeta separated himself from the group to stand under a tree not too far away, watching Bulma. His usual scowl seemed different, along with his eyes. Portraying deep sadness for the onna and what she must be feeling. With the stalker, her mother being killed, and himself pushing her away, he was surprised she was still sane at the moment. He knew the brave look was nothing but a facade to make people think she was doing well. He knew because he had done the same thing for years and years. Drilled into his brain, to rid himself of baka emotions that could cloud his mind. He sighed heavily as the rain started to come down harder, the tree giving little protection from it. Pushing himself off of the trunk of the tree, he walked over to her standing shoulder to shoulder with her. She didn't acknowledge his presence as she stared down at the open earth before her. He took his long black trench coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders, offering some protection from the bitter cold rain. Not a word was spoken between the pair, but Bulma drew great comfort from Vegeta just standing next to her.

"Come now onna before you get sick." Vegeta finally broke the silence and wrapped his arm around her, leading her back to the limo where everyone was still waiting for her. Tien opened the door for her as she slipped in with out saying a word to the others; leaning back in the leather seats she closed her eyes to the world. A familiar arm snaked around her waist, drawing her closer to the person. In his arms she felt safe from the world, everything felt damn right with him even though he rejected her. Bulma shivered involutedly with Vegeta's warm body pressed against hers. Even though every ounce of her being hated him, but she couldn't stop loving him even if she was told she'd die from it. She phased out the idle chat that was being discussed between everyone, using the time to think of what was most important in her life at the moment. She was on the very end of her rope, she so wanted to tell Yamcha to shove her contract and leave the music business. All of this wasn't worth it anymore, not with family members being hurt and killed because of some fan's deep sick addiction to her. The soft motion of the limo lulled her asleep, her head slipping down to where her chin was resting against her chest.

"Damn that looks uncomfortable." Krillin cringed, as he looked over to Bulma in the crowded limo.
"Hn, at least she's not drooling on herself." Vegeta snorted as he looked over to her. She looked peaceful when she slept. This was the time Vegeta really liked seeing her, when she was quiet and not yelling at him. The sunglasses she was wearing to hide her bloodshot eyes started to slip down to the tip of her nose, her hat was still dripping rainwater all over the seat around her.
"Get her home and into some dry clothes before she catches her death. I told her to bring a coat, but she threw it back in my face." Yamcha said with a frown. That's all he needed was to have her sick with pneumonia or something before the awards.

"You think she'll feel up to that Charity Dinner in two days? Or should I call and cancel?" ChiChi queried as she moved closer to Goku to steal some warmth from his muscular body.
"You better not cancel it. She's going to sing even if I have to drag her kicking and screaming to it. She will not be missing it."
"Yamcha, have a damn heart. Her mother just died and you are pushing her to continue? I think its total bullshit."
"Think what you want Goku. I'm her manager and I know what she can and can't do. And this she can do. Two songs tops for a crowd of fifteen hundred. These people are paying one thousand zeni a plate for this event and they are going to get their money's worth."
"Baka it's a charity event. She's not being paid to show up and do this. You force her to do anything she doesn't want to I will personally rip your arms off and shove them up your ass sideways." Vegeta growled out, knitting his brow towards Yamcha. ChiChi gasped and clamped her hands over Gohan's ears, not wanting her sweet innocent baby to hear the foul bitterness coming from the older saiyan.
"Stay out of it Vegeta. You are nothing but her bodyguard, not her manager, leave that job up to me ok? This is her damn job, making appearances, making records, and showing skin to make a zeni. This is what she wants to do and I'm going to make sure she does it to her full potential."
"Yeah, even if it kills her in the process. How pathetic. There's some deranged psycho out there that wants her dead but you put her on display any way you can. And I thought Saiyan warriors were ruthless, barbaric people." Vegeta snarled back not losing his grip on Bulma's sleeping form next to him. For the rest of the ride home both Vegeta and Yamcha exchanged evil glares towards each other, making the others that sat with them quite nervous to be there.

"Onna, you're home." Vegeta poked her in the side to wake her.
"Huh? What?" She asked incoherently as her head snapped up in shock. Vegeta snorted finding it amusing that her sunglasses flew off her face with him jolting her awake.
"I said that you are home. Come on you need to get out of those wet clothes before you start to mold or something." He smirked and held out his hand for her to take. She raised an eyebrow to him wondering if she should trust him or not remembering her incident with the pool earlier that day.
"I'm not going to throw you in the pool again. You already look like a drowned rat."
"What did you say?"
"Damn it onna, clean out your ears. I said I wasn't going to throw you in the pool again."
"How did you know I was thinking that you were going to throw me in the pool again." Vegeta stiffened.
"Good guess. Now come on, I'm growing impatient with you." Bulma picked up her sunglasses off the floor and slid over the seats to get to the door, keeping an eye on Vegeta to make sure he didn't try anything funny. She got out slowly wrapping the trench coat tight to her wet body as the limo door slammed behind her. Her high heels clicked against the pavement and up the sidewalk where she was greeted with Yamcha waiting at the door for her. She rolled her eyes and pushed past him so she could get to her room. From behind she could hear Vegeta growling at Yamcha, which didn't surprise her much any more the way they got along with each other. She swore one day she would find Yamcha strung up in the back yard by his ankles so Barney could have some fun with him. She grinned at the thought. It would be a Kodak moment.

"Ahh, I just need a warm shower and some sleep." Bulma sighed out as she opened her bedroom door and kicked off her shoes next to the door and tossed Vegeta's trench coat on her bed. She gave a lazy stretch and shrugged off her blazer, throwing it to the floor followed by her skirt and blouse. She padded softly to her bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the water to warm up while she pulled her jewelry off and toss them on the counter.
"Oh man, I look terrible." She studied her face in the mirror of a minute before slipping into the warm spray of water.

Bulma's bedroom door open and closed silently while she sang a light melody as she scrubbed her hair with her favorite shampoo, totally unaware of the intruder in her bedroom snooping around.

"Could've been so beautiful, could've been so right could've been my lover every day of my life.
Could've been so beautiful could've been so right. I'll never hold what could've been on a cold and lonely night. Hmmm" Her angelic voice echoed off the tile and marble in the bathroom as she continued to sing and hum. She snapped off the water and opened the door grabbing a huge fluffy towel to dry herself with. All she could think about was laying down to sleep, uninterrupted by Vegeta throwing her out her bedroom window.

A loud crashing noise came from just on the other side of the door and Bulma jumped. It sounded like stuff falling from her makeup vanity. She growled to herself knowing Barney had done that several times before in the past with his big tail when he got to wagging it furiously.
"Barney you better be behaving out there." She called out as she towel dried her hair in the mirror before she opened the door to come out. Just as she exited her bathroom Vegeta came flying in to the room scaring the shit out of her.
"What the hell you doing barging in here?"
"What the was all that racket going on up here?" He asked looking around her room.
"It was Barney." Just as she spoke, Barney came in the door from the hallway following Vegeta. Her eyes grew wide in horror when she realized it wasn't Barney she had heard in the room all along. She started to look around to find that her clothing she had just discarded were in a different spot, the trench coat was now on the floor and her balcony doors were now wide open when they were shut and locked when she left for the funeral.
"Oh my gawd, someone was in my room just now." She squealed out as she started to panic.
"Are you sure?"
"Am I sure? Fuck! I was in the shower when I heard the noise. I thought it was Barney being a bad dog in here. My clothes are in the wrong place and your coat I had on the bed when I went in there. And look there. The balcony doors are wide open. When do you know me to leave them open when I'm not home or out of the room." Vegeta knew she was correct, she never left her balcony doors open anymore because of everything going on. Doing a quick scan of the room he noticed a box sitting on her bedside table. What ever it was, it was out of place and wasn't there when he had come in and yelled at her that morning.
"Onna, take your mutt and go down stairs and get Kakarott. Tell him to come up here right now."
"I'm not even dressed and you want me to flaunt around in a towel?"
"Just do it! Don't ask questions, now go and get Kakarott now." He yelled at her, his face contorting in anger. She knew he was serious and grabbed Barney by the collar and scurried out of the room in a hurry. Satisfied that she was gone he approached the suspicious looking box carefully, taking the lid off to see what was inside.
"Oh Dende."