Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Away from hell ( Chapter 22 )

Someone to watch over me…

After the rain of debris, and the earth shattering noise, Vegeta could hear the others in the house screaming from the first floor. Bulma was still in hysterics under his body that guarded her from the flying projectiles that would hurt or kill her.
"What the fuck was that?" Vegeta roared loudly, as he got up from the bed looking at the damage in just his room alone, he could only imagine what everything else looked like outside of his room.

"Vegeta! Bulma!" came the bellowing frantic calls from Goku, Piccolo, and Krillin as they raced up the stairs encountering the blast area that use to be Bulma's room at one time. Smoke and dust hung heavy in the air making sight almost impossible.

"What's going on? Oh my gawd, what the hell is going on?" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs as she flailed her arms around in panic as she cried. Vegeta grabbed her up in his arms, nowhere seemed to be safe enough for her. He had to get her out of there before the guy decided to make his move again.
"Why is he doing this to me? Why, why, why?" She cried into his chest, only asking for answers that Vegeta didn't know the answers to. Vegeta moved her towards the door, trying to keep her on her feet with one hand while she panicked and the other opening the door. He immediately shut it when the thick smoke came billowing in on them making them both choke for air.
"Onna, we're going to have to go out the window." She looked up at him with her teary eyes; her mouth open but words failed her. Vegeta ripped his sheets off of his bed and wrapped her up in them and headed for the window, looking at the damage on the ground before levitating them both down slowly to the rain soaked grass below. He walked her to a lounge chair near the pool and sat her down, pulling the sheets around her and her head tightly.
"Listen to me. I want you to stay here, I need to go and make sure those other baka's don't do anything stupid." He never received a reply to his small demand, but left swiftly to get the others out.

"Kakarott! Where the fuck are you?" Vegeta yelled when he entered the back door moving quickly from room to room looking for people. He found ChiChi at the bottom of the stairs with Gohan clutched to her chest.
"What are you doing in here still? Didn't that baka tell you to get out?" He snapped at her to get her attention.
"I'm waiting on Goku to come back down. Where is Bulma? Did she get hurt?"
"She outside. Go now." Vegeta yelled and went up the stairs, fighting the smoke to find his way through the hallways. He found Piccolo and Krillin moving pieces of wall that blocked the entrance to Bulma's room, but Goku no where to be seen.
"Where is that clown at?" Vegeta shouted, scarring them both.
"Where is Bulma? Please tell me she's safe." Krillin coughed out, his lungs becoming over powered by the smoke.
"She's outside. She was in my room when that explosion went off. Now where is Kakarott?"
"He went to your room to check on you." Piccolo gruffly said wiping the soot off his face, smearing it against his green cheek.
"Doesn't he realize that nothing can hurt me? Damn baka!" He spat out marching towards his room once again and finding the door wide open letting the smoke pour into his room. Goku was in his room, by the window finding Bulma in the lounge chair right where Vegeta had put her.
"Kakarott you baka, go get your mate and get her our of here with your brat. You should not of left them."
"My priority is to make sure Bulma is safe. ChiChi and Gohan are both fine from that. I had to make sure she was alright."
"You should of known I was with her. Get out of here and get your mate out. Going to have to find someplace to spend the night." Goku gave a nod and left quickly, grabbing both Piccolo and Krillin on his way through.

"Where's Barney? Goku where is my Barney at?" Bulma cried as she saw the group coming out of the house, but with no dog with them.
"I don't know Bulma. I didn't see him in there. He might of gotten scared and hid someplace in there. I bet he'll show up soon." Bulma sniffled and shook her head. Goku was probably right. Why worry about that crazy mutt, he knew how to take care of himself.
"Fire department should be here soon along with the police." Krillin announced as he closed up his cell phone and stuck it back in his jacket pocket.
"Great! That will only bring the media here. They don't need to know what the hell is going on." Bulma covered her face with her hands.
"The onna is right. I'm taking her out of here right now before this place turns into a three-ring circus. Hn, we already have half the act here." Vegeta snarled as Yamcha came out of the house holding his head.
"Yamcha you're hurt." ChiChi went over to him to inspect the nasty looking gash on the side of his face.
"I'm fine, what the fuck was that? My windows in the study blew in on me, think I was knocked out for a bit." Yamcha said batting ChiChi's hands away from his face in irritation.
"Bomb I'm guessing. I don't know how we could of missed it Vegeta. We checked the whole room over at least ten times." Goku shook his head in disbelief as he stared up at the gapping hole where Bulma's room was.
"It had to be there and we didn't see it. I doubt that son of a bitch would of tried to sneak back in after he made all that noise the first time." Vegeta turned sharply when he heard Bulma gasp from behind him.
"What's the matter onna?"
"You're hurt you baka." He turned his head to look over his shoulder, shaking his head when he didn't see anything.
"I don't have time to be hurt onna. Time to go now. Kakarott, you will know how to find me. Bring the rest of these fools with you tomorrow." Goku nodded curtly to the prince and watch him pick up Bulma and take to the air.
"Hey where the hell does he think he's taking her?" Yamcha stammered out.
"Away from hell." Piccolo answered.

"Vegeta are you nuts?"
"Onna just shut up for once."
"I don't want to fly like this. You better not drop me." She tightened her grip around his neck.
"Why would I go and do something like that? Be no fun protecting a bug splatter on the ground."
"I'm serious Geta, I don't like heights."
"Then don't look." He spat out and increased his speed, the sheets flapping violently in the wind around them. Curiosity getting the better of her, she lifted her head to look around, actually finding it quite beautiful to see the world pass below her.
"Where are we going?"
"Some place where you'll be safe. Hopefully." His last word was barely auditable. Vegeta now doubted his job. He hasn't been the best protector as he should have been for her. Someone got in three times, twice her life in fatal danger and the stalker got away each time, undetected.

'The stalker must have a weakness. Something I'm missing totally. But what the hell is it? He is making me into a mockery of my race. I should have been able to detect him and blown him to ashes in the matter of seconds. Damn it!'

Hundreds of miles away from the mansion, Vegeta set down near a beautiful lake in the mountains. A nice size wooden cabin stood near the shore, the only house in the area for at least fifty miles.
"Where are we?" Bulma's voice snapped his thoughts back to reality.
"My get away. I stay here when I need to think, only Kakarott knows of this place."
"Thank you." Bulma kissed his cheek lightly, making Vegeta raise an eyebrow to her actions.
"For what onna?"
"Saving me once again and bringing me here."
"That is my job, I do not deserve thanks for doing my job. For bringing you here, you should feel privileged that you are even here."
"Then I feel privileged then." She said as she looked around, taking in the breath taking sights around her. The tall pine trees, the sounds off waterfowl splashing not far off from where she stood. Vegeta nodded, as he tugged on the sheet that was wrapped around her. She followed his lead, as he walked towards the cabin, following a small dirt path to the porch stairs.
"You go in and stay there. I'll be back in a bit."
"Wait! Where are you going? You aren't leaving me here by myself are you?"
"Going to go get dinner, unless you want to starve."
"Oh, in that case I have a craving for those noodles from that restaurant on the east side of city."
"You are not going to have any fancy shit like that today onna. I'm going hunting." Bulma curled her lip at the thought of eating some wild animal. Vegeta snorted and grinned at her facial expressions.
"Your only choice. Eat what I catch or go hungry. Your choice." And with that being said he started his walk towards the tree line, disappearing out of sight in a blink of an eye.

Yamcha ran interference with the media while the fire department and police checked out the damage. You could see that he was clearly pissed off when Vegeta took off with Bulma, not even telling him exactly where they were going.
"Sir, what exactly happened with Miss. Briefs? Can you tell us if she was hurt?" A female reporter shouted above the rest of the noisy reporters.
"She is fine. Nothing will be disclosed of what happened because of the police investigation. Thank you." Yamcha answered the questions irritated.
"Will she still perform at the St.Charles Hotel Charity Banquet?"
"Her plans for that will be announced tomorrow. But believe me I don't think she'll miss it for the world. She loves her charity work. Thank you for the questions and concerns for her, but I have to go back to the house now." Yamcha curtly nodded to the reporters and gave a small wave before locking the main gate and walking back up the drive towards the awaiting employees of Bulma's. His happy face now changing to an angry scowl as he stalked towards them.

In the mean time, Bulma was snooping around Vegeta's cabin finding many interesting things. It looked like most of his belongings were here in the cabin, boxes and boxes full of awards, certificates, and medals. She studied each one, running her finger of his embossed name. Valor, Nec aspera terrent, bravery in the line of duty repeated on each. Why would a man that protected kings and queens, foreign dignitaries, and government figures be protecting a singer? She neatly replaced them all in the boxes and stood up looking around at the other things that were collecting dust in what seemed to be Vegeta's storage room. On a shelf she found an old pair of white boots with the tips made out of gold, battered armor that look like it had seen better days. What really caught her attention was a medallion that hung on an old rusty nail on the wall. She cocked her head looking at it, her brows furrowing as she studied what seemed to be a fancy coat of arms in the middle. She reached out to pluck it from the wall when the door slammed shut on her. Her eyes grew wide, hesitating for a second before she peered around the corner of the shelving to see why the door had closed.

"Geeze Bulma, get a grip. You are going to give yourself a heart attack if you don't calm down." She told herself as she stepped out from behind the shelves to go open the door again. She gave out a heavy sigh and walked towards the door yanking on the doorknob that wouldn't budge.
"Shit! Why me? Dende why me?" She exclaimed. Now she would have to wait for Vegeta to get back to get her ass out of there.
"Might as well find something in here to do. Who knows when the royal pain in my ass will come back." Bulma didn't get a chance to move when an arm went around her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth before the scream could resonate in the room. With fear gripping her mind, she did what any woman like her would do in a state of heavy panic and fear. She fainted.