Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ This is getting out of hand ( Chapter 21 )

Someone to watch over me…


Bulma bounded down the stairs with Barney in tow, doing exactly what Vegeta wanted her to do. To get the hell out of her room and get Goku immediately. She hit the bottom of the stairs searching room to room until she found them all in the back of the house in the small practice room. Everyone in the room turned when she came barreling in, their eyes widening seeing she was only in a towel and still slightly wet from the shower.

"Goku, Vegeta wants you up stairs and he means now." She blurted out in a shaky voice.
"What's going on babe?" Yamcha asked after hearing her voice wavering.
"Someone was in my room while I was showering. Vegeta said to tell Goku to come up right away." Bulma's voice now starting to sound more panicky then before. Goku gave a nod and had taken off out of the room and up the stairs to find out what was going on.
"Are you sure there was someone in your room?"
"I'm really fucking sure Yamcha, I thought it was Barney but it wasn't. Barney came in with Vegeta after I heard the crashing noise from the bathroom. My clothes were moved and my balcony doors were wide open."
"Come one Bulma, lets go find you some clothes until they let you back in your room." ChiChi held out her hand to lead Bulma away from the male eyes.

"What's going on Vegeta?" Goku asked as soon as he hit the bedroom. Vegeta was on the balcony looking around intently.
"Someone was in this room while the onna was taking a shower. Don't see any forced entry up here."
"I didn't see anything funny while I was down stairs. What's this?" Goku noticed the box sitting on the bed.
"Go ahead and look. I think the onna would really go hysterical if she sees what's in it." Goku pulled the top off of the box staring down in a pile of pictures. Pictures of her up close taken with a regular camera. Goku flipped through them finding some from clubs in the area, pictures of her on shopping outings. Pictures of her at the airport before they left to go to Hawaii. The next layers of pictures were of Vegeta himself. Taken from around the property of him watching Bulma. At the bottom were some very disturbing pictures. Pictures of torture and rape of different women, some looking just like Bulma. You could see the fear in their eyes as the camera shutter caught it all on film. At the very bottom of the box, it contained a cloth with dry blood. Goku curled up his lip when he picked it out of the box and a ring and a note fell out.

*Bulma, I know where you are. I know what you do. You are not safe from me. Enjoy the pictures. That is what I plan on doing to you before I kill you slowly.*

Goku threw the pictures back in the box in disgust.
"This is getting out of hand. This guy means business and I don't have a clue on how to stop him." Vegeta stared down at the box, not sure himself on what to do. This person in the house was too close for comfort. Right under his nose and didn't even know he was there until he was long gone. Then the thoughts of Bulma being murdered and he wouldn't of known until someone came looking for her. His heart started to race, his mind going as fast as his heart. He couldn't and wouldn't let anything happen to her weather he was getting paid to do it or not it didn't matter now. He was too involved now to leave.

"She's not going to like this, but she's going to have around the clock guard with her at all times. I don't care where she is, what she's doing, someone will be there." Vegeta stated as he picked up the box and headed for the door. He would get rid of the evidence before she saw it and panicked. He couldn't take seeing her in that state; it ached his heart to no end.

"Thanks for the clothes Chi. I really didn't need to be running around in just that towel, but Vegeta wouldn't let me get any clothes." Bulma frowned wondering what was going on upstairs in her room. Her nerves were totally shot; her hands trembling non stop the last few days. She wanted the guy to either get caught, killed, or have him kill her. She couldn't take being the way she was at the moment, totally out of control of her own life. She was afraid to sleep some nights, and when she did find sleep it wasn't all that peaceful. The notes and a faceless person chasing her down in her nightmares were always haunting her.

"Are you sure that you're alright Bulma?" ChiChi looked at her questionably, noticing the slight tremor in her body as she stood before her. Bulma just bit her lip and gave her a hesitant nod of her head.
"Yeah, I'm just fine Chi."
"Here lets go make you some tea. It should calm those frazzled nerves of yours." ChiChi wrapped her arm around Bulma's shoulder and led her out of the room to the kitchen.

After receiving no answers to his questions from Bulma, Yamcha went up the stairs to find out what was really going on. Just as he thought, Goku and Vegeta were in her room checking things out and re-locking the balcony doors, double-checking them to make sure no one could get in.
"What happened up here? Bulma won't tell me anything but someone was up here." Vegeta snapped around to glare at him.
"There was someone in here baka. What is this, the third time in the last month someone has been here at the house and no one has seen him?"
"Yeah, something like that." Yamcha nodded his head.
"Well that's once too many. She isn't safe here any longer." Goku said as he picked up the perfume bottles that were scattered from the vanity near the balcony doors.
"I know guys. What else am I suppose to do here? I've cut back her schedule, making sure she's not in public too much. Only things she has is the really important dates."
"She needs to get out of here. And if you won't do it, I will and make sure not even Kakarott here knows where we are."
"You are not going to take her anywhere. I will know where she is at all times. If you haven't noticed, she's not very happy with you right now anyways." Yamcha half shouted to the smaller saiyan. Goku grimaced in pain with the volume of Yamcha's voice. Vegeta just growled in frustration, there wasn't any use talking to Yamcha. He wouldn't listen to anyone for Bulma's sake and safety.
"You hire me to make sure this fucking sick ass person doesn't kill her and now you don't want me to do my job the way I need to do it? I think you fucking flipped your lid. Is she worth more to you dead then alive?" Vegeta asked raising a questionable eyebrow.
"How is she worth anything dead?"
"You tell me weakling?"
"She won't be worth a dime then. That's why you're here right now to protect her ass. I have been with her for years and I don't want anything happening to her. I still love her for Kami sakes."
"Well you show you're love pretty well for her. Just get the hell out of my face." Vegeta pushed pass Yamcha and growled loudly making his way out of the room to get rid of the box before Bulma came up and notice it.

"You feeling better?" Krillin asked from across the table to Bulma. She looked up from her cup and half-heartedly nodded her head before she went back to staring at the contents of the cup. ChiChi nodded her head to Krillin, telling him that she knew Bulma wasn't really going to be doing a whole lot of talking at the moment. Barney lazily walked in and flopped himself down at Bulma's feet looking up at her with his droopy eyes. The kitchen was eerily quiet, no one wanting to bring up any touchy subjects with Bulma in the room. The sound of Vegeta's shoes on the stairs perked Barney up, lifting his head to watch him come into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge.

"Bulma, I'm going to go check on Gohan and make sure he's staying out of trouble. See you in a bit?" Bulma looked up and gave her friend a smile and a nod. ChiChi gave Bulma's shoulder a small squeeze on her way out the door. Krillin got up quietly, putting his snack plate in the sink and taking his leave as well leaving Bulma alone with her bodyguard. She didn't seem to notice the prince making himself something to eat at the counter, his eyes watching her closely. She gave out a sigh and rested her head against her arms on the table. Vegeta frowned, he knew she was tired and stressed out. He'd been with her through out the nights without her knowing. She was restless in sleep and often cried while she slept.

"Onna if you are tired you can go upstairs to sleep." She only moaned in response, she was too tired to lift her head to even argue with him. He sat down across from her, devouring his food as Barney got up and plopped himself down at Vegeta's feet giving him the droopy eye routine.
"The onna not paying attention to you either?" He asked the poor dog with a small smirk. He was hoping for a snide remark from her that never came.
'Damn it's no fun when she's like this.' He thought as he took the last bite of his mega huge sandwich.
"Onna?" He looked over to her to see the top of her head, still in the same position as before when he sat down. He got up and put his plate away and came back over to the table standing behind her.

"Bulma?" He called again to her. He didn't know whether to be pissed at her for not answering her, or take pity for all the things that have been happening to her. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he noticed the slight tremble to her body; he frowned before giving her a slight shake to get her attention.
"Onna, if you're going to sleep, you shouldn't do it at the table. I don't want you drooling on it." Vegeta gently picked her up the best he could in her position into his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as she slept.
"You know if you were anyone else, I wouldn't be this nice. You must be a witch because I cannot shake this spell you have casted over me little one. And I hate it to no end that you have done this all to me." He whispered as he made his way up the stairs with her.

Simply bypassing her bedroom and heading straight to his, he laid her down, and pulled the blankets up around her. He thought this would be the safest place for her until they found a better option. With a glance at the clock, Vegeta sighed. Dinner was another hour or so off, and the sky was still blustery with the dark clouds and rain. That shot training outside in the ass. He crawled into the bed beside her, taking the television remote from the nightstand and turning it on, hoping it would pass the time while she napped. With his back against the headboard, his arms in the ever-present crossed position against his well-defined muscular chest; he scowled finding nothing interesting to capture his attention for longer then a minute. He was about ready to chuck the remote across the room as he flipped the channels when he went passed one channel that he had to back up to. There on the screen in front of him was Bulma's beautiful smiling face; this in its self brought a crooked smile to his face. He liked her when she was smiling, and not talking loudly. As the pictures flashed in front of him, he realized it was the news that was covering the funeral from earlier. They were showing scenes from the funeral procession to the cemetery, film of her getting out of the limo and a close up of her as she stood graveside stone faced, putting on the brave little girl look. The only thing that gave away her pain was her eyes. He shook his head as he turned the sound down and sat the remote back down on the nightstand before slipping down the bed to lie next to her.

He reached over and pulled her against his chest, making him feel that she was more then protected. He breathed in her wonder perfume she was wearing and placing a chaste kiss on her lips before he closed his eyes. Before he could make himself comfortable with her in his arms, a loud explosion rocked the mansion. The glass in Vegeta's bedroom windows blew out with the force, waking Bulma up screaming. Vegeta did the only thing he knew he could do. He covered her body with his, protecting her for dear life. He was prepared to die for her. It was so painfully clear. He would give up everything in his life to make sure she lived. As the debris started to rain down on the bed his thoughts changed to her.

'I'd die for you Bulma'