Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Goku, that wasn't playing ( Chapter 24 )

Someone to watch over me…

Bulma woke wrapped tightly in the arms of her lover, her protector, and her prince. She let out a sigh of contentment and closed her eyes again, enjoying the warmth and closeness of Vegeta's body. This is all she ever wanted, to feel the way she did when he let down his guard. He was so gentle, caring, just amazing in everyway. But she knew it would be short lived once again, he'd put the mask back on so no one could read what he was feeling until the next time she broke him down to remove it.
'If only this could last forever.' She thought as she drifted back to sleep.

"Is everyone ready?" Krillin asked for the eighth time, trying to get things in order so they could leave and meet up with Bulma and Vegeta as soon as they could. Goku had gone to Vegeta's house and picked up the little orange and white cat and brought it back while they waited at the mansion. Now Barney was giving the poor cat a tour of the trees around the property, barking and chasing Shithead from tree to tree.
"Umm, Goku I really don't think it's a wise idea to bring those two with us. Just look at them? Barney is going to eat that poor cat for breakfast."
"Krillin you know that they like each other. I just think it's their way of sparring." Goku put on a nervous grin and scratched his head. Piccolo grinned and shook his head. Only Goku would think of something like that.
"Anyone seen the poor excuse for a manager around here?" ChiChi asked tugging Gohan along behind her.
"Nope, not since he stormed out of here yesterday." Krillin replied looking at his watch.
"You think we could get away by just leaving him here? Not like he does anything but bitch and complain about Bulma's schedule and criticize Vegeta to no end." ChiChi said in a huff as she threw her last bag into the awaiting van.
"You know if we left with out him he'd have a litter of kittens. But hey, what the hell. Why not? I haven't seen him very pissed in weeks." Krillin laughed and grabbed the keys to the van.
"Alright, let me just get the cat and Barney and we'll leave." Goku smiled going in the direction of the hissing and barking.
"Doesn't Vegeta have a cat carrier for that thing?" ChiChi asked, wondering how they would all survive the trip with them fighting.
"Yeah, it's called his hands." Goku smirked and continued on.

Vegeta awoke with Bulma's hair tickling his nose. He halfheartedly smiled and brushed it aside so he could look down on her. She fit so perfectly in his arms, so peaceful tucked safely in those muscular arms. He could enjoy being this way forever, but the threat of danger soon seeped into his mind again. No matter what happened between the both of them, he'd revile in the feeling forever. He brushed his lips across her forehead before moving her off of his chest so he could get up and check things out before she woke. He perused his closet settling on a pair of loose fitting jeans and a cotton dress shirt.
"Now where did I put my damn shoes at?" He thought out loud, looking around the floor of the room but not finding them. Figuring he'd left them downstairs, he made his way from the closet to the door, stopping with a disgusted look on his face. With a perturbed look on his face he lifted his foot to find a smashed carrot from the night before squished between his toes.
"Damn it onna, you're lucky I didn't kill you for that last night. But it was nice to hear you laugh." He shook his head and made his way out of the bedroom to clean the offending carrot off his foot.

Two hours into the road trip, the animals were still fighting and running around the van after each other, only making the occupants frazzled with Goku for bringing them along.
"How much longer do we have?" ChiChi sighed out as Barney tried to come over the back of the seat in front of her.
"Umm, maybe another hour." Goku replied from the front of the van, smiling back at three other faces that didn't look too happy to be there.
"You better hope it's soon before I kill the cat and chain Barney to the bumper."
"Why would you do that Chi?"
"Goku, if you haven't noticed, we are being rampaged back here by them both. I told you it wasn't a good idea to bring them both. I'm pretty sure Vegeta could careless if this scraggly looking cat was there or not."
"Oh he loves Shithead. I know it. Just by the way he plays with him in the back yard."
"Goku, that wasn't playing. He was throwing ki blasts at the poor thing." Krillin piped in.
"Well it looked like playing to me." Goku shrugged before returning his attention to the map that he had turned upside down.

Bulma yawned and stretched her limbs before opening her eyes to find she was all alone in the bed. She knew it was too good to be true, to wake up with the guy you loved still next to you. Lazily she crawled out of the bed, slipping on a tee shirt and loose fitting boxers she found in the dresser.
"I'm going to have to be careful with these, one wrong move and they'll slip off my hips." Bulma giggled trying to find a way to keep the boxers up.
"Now to find out what he's up to." She opened the bedroom door and slipped quietly down the stairs finding the house empty once again.
"Why does he always manage to take off when I want to see him?" She flopped down on the couch and started to mess with her hair, throwing it up in a messy bun before getting up to find something to eat.

The lake was tranquil in the early morning mist that rose from it. Vegeta sat at the end of the dock deep in thought. His thoughts were of the blue haired woman sleeping in his bed at the moment. She had changed his life in the time he'd been with her and she would probably never realize it. It was going to be changed forever, but would he be able to live with the changes. He wasn't sure. He learned to adapt before, and he was sure he could do it again.
"My father would be cursing me to hell right about now for mating with the alien onna. I guess Kakarott was correct after all, I would find a mate here on this stupid planet. That's if she doesn't get killed before I make her mine." His scowl deepened at the thought. He wasn't about to have some guy take the life of the onna that broke the steel and ice of his heart.

"Are we there yet?" Gohan asked as the cat scampered over his head.
"No." Came the voice of Piccolo.
"Now?"
"No."
"How about now?"
"Don't make me throw you out the window and make you find us." Gohan shrank back in his seat not wanting Mister Piccolo to actually throw him out of the van.

Vegeta found Bulma in the kitchen searching through the cabinets for something to eat when he came in. He grinned noticing she had snagged some of his clothing to wear until she got some of her own from the baka's coming to the cabin later that day. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Onna." He whispered in her ear bringing tremors down her spine. She smiled widely and leaned back against him.
"Geta." His name rolling off her tongue like silk, his grip tightening on her frowning slightly.
"What are you doing?"
"Was looking for something to eat, I'm kind of hungry."
"If you didn't throw your food and ate it all you wouldn't be so hungry now would you?"
"Bah, do you have anything in this house?" She whined as she turned around in his arms to look at him.
"I'll find something. What do you want?"
"Blueberry muffins, and orange juice. That sounds so wonderful right now. As long as you don't serve me carrots again, you'll be ok." She said with a nod of her head.
"And you expect me to find that stuff here in the middle of no where?" She just shook her head.
"No, I suppose not. Sorry."
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, to even bother you." She pushed away from him and marched up the stairs, slamming the door of the bedroom.

ChiChi's cell phone rang right when she was in the middle of yelling at Goku for announcing he was hungry for the tenth time since they left the house.
"Hello?"
"Chi, why didn't you wait for me?"
"Because you weren't here when we were ready Yamcha. Have a good night last night?"
"None of your business. Where are you so I can meet you guys?"
"Actually, I don't know. I haven't been paying attention to directions."
"Damn it." Yamcha growled under his breath.
"Listen, when you get there give me a call and get directions. I need to talk to Bulma about the banquette tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll talk to you later then." Chi frowned and closed her phone up.
"If he thinks I'm going to call him he's got another thing coming." She whispered for only herself to hear.

Vegeta went and sat in his storage room, looking at everything Bulma had the day before. Someone of the stuff he had actually forgotten about. He ran his hand over the old battle armor, remembering the good days of purging whole planets.
"Now look at me, I walk about wearing uncomfortable suits and shoes, carry this stupid weapon to protect these baka's from other that want them dead. What has my life come to? I'm just a prince with out a planet, any my whole race is nothing but four now. I have nothing to offer the onna but protection." He scrounged around in the boxes for a little while longer, before finding what he wanted and trudging up the stairs to confront the onna hoping she wasn't going to yell at him or start crying.

"Thanks Chi, you made me a happy man." Goku smiled as he rubbed his stomach. He had finally asked enough times that Krillin decided just to pull over and grab food before he created a scene in the van.
"You did get Bulma some muffins right? I know she'll want them."
"Yep right here Chi." Goku held out a small paper bag in front of him that she quickly snatched away.
"Don't need you eating these before we get there." ChiChi smiled and made her way back to the van with Gohan in tow.

"Onna?" Vegeta called to her from the other side of the bedroom door. Everything seemed really quiet even for her. He opened the door finding her curled up on the bed, asleep once again. He sat down on the edge of the bed sweeping the rivers of blue hair out of her face so he could see how peaceful she looked.
"I don't have much to offer you onna, but I pledge to you my life and your safety. This was my mother's at one time. I wish for you to have it. You are the only onna worthy of it. Rest, you need it." He placed a small wooden box down on the bed and left without saying another word, closing the door behind him.

"This is too easy. Bulma will be dead by the end of the night. Those damn fools she calls security is leading me right to her." As he checked his gun, cocking it loudly.
"Too easy."