Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Kill him Ve..Vegeta.. ( Chapter 27 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]




Someone to watch over me…

The report of the gun had shaken everyone that was still asleep in the cozy cabin back into the reality, which was Bulma's nightmare. Krillin and Piccolo came out of their rooms to see Barney barreling past them to get down the stairs and a Saiyan right on it's heels. Vegeta had crashed open the bedroom door to see Bulma sitting up in bed in utter shock.
"Someone stay with her and watch Kakarott's mate now!" Vegeta ordered and followed the same route that Goku and the dog had went just moments before. Fumbling down the stairs, he reached for his gun that he had sat on the mantel of the fireplace only to find it missing.
"What the hell?" He shouted out before running from the room to find where Goku and the dog had gone. He entered the kitchen, his heart and mind racing with the thoughts of someone in the cabin that would harm his onna.
"What's going on?" He roared grabbing Goku's attention from the dinning room table.
"Who ever it is went out this door, I'm…" Goku was cut off with Vegeta whirling by him in a blur out the door.
"Kill him Ve..Vegeta.." Came Yamcha's voice in the doorway. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he held a gun limply from one hand, his other clamped over a seriously bleeding wound on his upper chest, shoulder area.

Piccolo and Krillin had ushered Gohan and ChiChi into the master bedroom with Bulma so they wouldn't be split up while they waited for Goku and Vegeta to come back and tell them exactly what the hell was going on in the middle of the night. They all realized it was a gun, but who was shooting at who was the mystery. Bulma stayed in the bed, the blankets drawn up around her body as she shivered in fear once again. She was starting to like it there, with it's peaceful surroundings, and no media or stress to perform some stage act for anyone. Now it was all coming crashing in around here again. Nowhere she went was safe for long. She broke down and started to sob into her hands, not caring who was in the room with her, she had to.

Vegeta ran fast after Barney as the twists and a turn in the trees made things harder to keep up with whom ever was in the cabin. The silvery moon light casted shadows in every turn throwing Vegeta for a loop, trying desperately to kill the bastard. Going deeper into the woods, Vegeta had lost visual track of Barney as he dove into the underbrush and continued on in his pursuit leaving the smaller Saiyan to find his own way to the stalker. Another shot rang out, echoing against the mountains and trees and the yelp of Barney made Vegeta stop. Racking his hands through his flame swept hair, Vegeta was at a loss. He couldn't hear the thundering paws of Barney any more and couldn't feel any ki from what ever the crazy dog was chasing.
"Fuck!"

"Yamcha! Shit you're bleeding." Goku choked out as he went to help balance the injured man.
"I know, I tried to kill that guy. He got me instead. Ugh.. Damn it." Yamcha flinched in pain as Goku sat him down at the table to inspect the wound that was flowing heavily.
"So it was true then, you of all people hired some maniac to kill Bulma?"
"I didn't mean it, I was drunk one night and pissed at her. Some guy said he could have it done for me and I paid him on the spot for it. I didn't know it was going to actually happen you know. Fuck, I didn't want this to happen, I love her too much."
"And you show your undying love to her like this? I should kill your sorry ass, but I won't. I'll let Vegeta do that."
"I told you I didn't want this to happen. If I knew who I talked to and who ever it is stalking her I would call it off in a heartbeat. I didn't think it was going to go this far. Killing her mother was not part of the deal. Was just suppose to be Bulma, no one else was to get hurt out of this."
"Too late isn't it?"

"What's taking them so long? What's going on?" Bulma choked out as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she looked from Krillin to Piccolo then back to ChiChi who had Gohan next to her on the bed beside Bulma.
"I don't know. I thought we were safe here."
"Someone must have followed us here, or followed Yamcha. No one knew of this place. Not even me and I know the area." Piccolo spoke.
"Speaking of Yamcha, where is he? You don't think something happened to him do you?" Bulma asked in a broken voice as she shifted on the bed debating if she wanted to get up and get dressed or not.
"He's probably with Vegeta and Goku so don't start worrying about him. I'm sure he can take care of himself just fine."
"Yeah, you're right Chi. He's a grown man. But they should of come back already." And with that being said she got out of bed putting on her sweat pants and sweater over her pajamas, looking for her tennis shoes that were kicked under the bed.
"What do you think you're doing Bulma?" Krillin asked with a questioning look on his face.
"I have to make sure everyone is alright. I'm tired of running guys. I just want this over with."
"Even if it kills you?"
"Even if it kills me Chi. I can't hide forever can I? I don't want to live my life where I have to look over my shoulder the rest of my life. I can't do that."

"I know you are out here! Come out and show yourself!" Vegeta spat into the night, challenging the killer to come out and play with the saiyan prince. The eerie silence greeted him in response, his senses on heightened alert.
"If you want to kill Bulma, you are going to have to go through me first! You hear me? You are going to have to kill me first!" His voice growing louder with ever syllable that was spat from his lips. Growing tired of the hide and seek game, Vegeta's mind went back to Bulma. He wasn't sure how she was fairing with being shocked awake like that. He turned on his heel, going back towards the cabin and figure out what his next step would be.

"I can't believe you did that Yamcha. I should let you bleed to death." Goku snarled out as he applied pressure to the bullet wound on Yamcha's chest.
"I can only say I was totally wrong for all of this. If she would of only taken me back and that fight never happened this wouldn't be happening at all right now. We'd all be safe and sound back at the mansion sleeping with out a care in the world. Ahh damn it Goku that fucking hurts." Yamcha hissed through his teeth at the taller saiyan when a jolt of pain ripped through him.
"That fight? I remember that one I think. Is it the one that she threw the lamp at you and it actually hit?"
"Yes, that's the fight. We got into it because I wanted her, and she denied me once again so I was leaving to go out and find a young lady to spend the night with."
"You did that while you were with Bulma. I don't even know why the hell she even saw in you. Now you got her like a fucking marionette, you pull the strings and she does it. It's time those strings are severed."
"She was never pressured into doing anything I've asked her to do."
"Right, not like she was pressured to do club dates and tours that wore her out to no end. No pressure on her to record new hits almost ever month. No pressures to make videos and act like nothing is wrong the last couple of months when her fucking world was crashing down around her Yamcha. You showed her no compassion what so ever."

"Bulma, you are not leaving this room until Vegeta or Goku come back up here. I'm not going to face the wraith of an angry saiyan that's for sure." Krillin said standing his ground near the door, trying to make sure Bulma wouldn't leave.
"Move it or lose it shorty." She balled her hands into fists marching straight past him and out the door in a flash.
"Damn it Bulma!" Piccolo hollered at her following her out with Krillin right behind him. Bulma hit the landing watching the surrounding area suspiciously as she made her way towards the kitchen where some noise was being made.

"Goku where's Vegeta?" She asked when she saw him at the table with his back turned to her.
"Bulma, get out of here." He hissed at her, not wanting her to come any closer to see Yamcha.
"No! What's going on? Yamcha you fool what are you…oh my Kami…" Her voice failing when she got closer to see the blood on the floor and all over Goku's hands that were pressed into her managers chest. She clamped one of her hands over her mouth, to scared to come any closer. Yamcha sat in the chair, his eyes closed tight in great pain; his breaths come out in short pants.
"I'm ok babe. I'm a survivor…argh…don't worry ok?" He spoke in a dull wavering voice to her without looking up to meet her eyes.
"He needs medical attention soon. I can't get this bleeding to stop." Goku said in a sigh as he looked up to see Bulma standing behind him trembling.
"Take him then, I can't see any more death of people I care about. Oh Kami." Bulma felt her stomach lurch with nausea from all the blood. She placed her hand back on her mouth and made her way out of the kitchen before she vomited in front of everyone standing there. She finally got to the bathroom on the second floor, slamming the door shut behind her before she fell to the floor hanging her head over the toilet and losing all the contents of it in the matter of seconds.

Vegeta was on his way back to the cabin when the sounds of whimpering caught his attention.
"Barney? Shit I forgot about him." He stopped and listened for the direction it was coming from, finding it not to far from where he was at, he took his time stepping over fallen trees and vines that clung to the trunks. Barney limped forwards towards the smaller saiyan, as he whined and whimpered. Vegeta sighed heavily when he found the dog trying to stagger towards him. Vegeta bent down on one knee inspecting the poor mutt over finding a gunshot wound in his chest.
"You better not die you hear me you flea bag. The onna won't be too happy to see you go." He gently picked Barney up like he was light as a feather, following the light that shined from with in the cabin to guide him back. He knew Bulma would defiantly be pretty upset if the dog died. He was a very good companion and protector of her.

"Bulma? Hey are you alright in there?" ChiChi asked from the other side of the door of the bathroom.
"Ugh, leave me alone Chi please." She choked out before she retched again making ChiChi more concerned for her.
"You want me to get you anything?"
"No."

"Come one Yamcha, we're going for a little flight." Goku said wrenching Yamcha out of the chair and up over his shoulder. He groaned and sputtered in pain as Goku adjusted him on his shoulder as he walked towards the door.
"You guys keep an eye on Bulma until Vegeta comes back. I'll be back as soon as I can." Goku ordered Piccolo and Krillin as he opened the door and bumped into the smaller saiyan trying to enter the house.
"Where are you going Kakarott with that piece of shit?"
"He was shot, taking him to get medical attention. He's bleeding too much for me to stop." Vegeta snarled loudly at the taller saiyan before pushing himself past.
"You want to save his life after all of this shit? You and your damn weak emotions Kakarott. I would fucking nail him to a tree out there and leave him for the bears to feast on." Piccolo and Krillin looked at one another trying to figure out what the hell Vegeta and Goku were talking about that angered the prince so much.
"Where's the onna?"
"Upstairs, ChiChi is with her right now." Piccolo answered as he studied the furry animal in Vegeta's arms for a minute before realizing it was Barney.
"Go get her, she might want to say good bye to this mutt before he kicks the bucket." Vegeta spat out coldly.
"I don't think it's a good idea right now."
"Well if you don't think it's a good idea cue ball, you watch the mutt while I go get her." Vegeta sat Barney down on the floor near the door, looking up to see Goku leaving with Yamcha hoisted up over his shoulder. Giving the group an evil eye, he took his leave to search out Bulma.

ChiChi was still standing in front of the bathroom door when Vegeta came up the stairs loudly.
"Where is the onna?"
"In there. She got sick." ChiChi said as she backed away from the door so Vegeta could open it.
"Leave us. I will take care of her." He said in a softer voice before he opened the door and closed it behind him. Bulma was leaned up against the wall; sweat dripping from her brow as her hair clung to her wet face.
"Onna?"
"Geta." She managed to say in a whisper to him. He knelt down in front of her and swept the damp hair off her face and brow.
"Barney needs to see you onna. There is nothing more I can do for him. He risked his life like I do to protect you and suffered the ultimate price." Bulma bit her lip as they curled up as her face contorted with the shock of Barney her crazy pup dying for her. Vegeta helped her to her feet, her body numb from the stress and strain of ridding herself of everything she ate for dinner.
"Kami I don't feel good Geta." She whispered out to him as they left the bathroom, taking each stair slowly to the kitchen.

Gohan sat next to Barney stroking his coat in comfort until Bulma came down to say her last goodbyes to him. He whimpered with every soft stroke of Gohan's hand.
"Out of the way brat." Vegeta said as he came in with Bulma tucked in his arm. Gohan nodded and scooted away across the linoleum floor to give Bulma some room to crouch down. She reached a shaky hand out to him, stroking back his floppy ears trying desperately to put on a smile for him.
"You're such a good dog Barney. I'll never have another one just like you." The emotion welling up in her voice as she spoke, Bulma leaned down and kissed his head before her tears started to fall. Barney responded by licking her hand and laying his head in her lap as he whimpered. Bulma tried to swallow down the lump in her throat that rose quickly. Slowly Barney's breathing started to shallow out, until he exhaled for the last time, his eyes closing now that he was at peace. It took everything Bulma had not to break out in heart wrenching sobs as barney's head went limp in her lap. She continued to pet his head, biting her bottom lip as she looked upon him.
"I love you." She whispered out before Vegeta knelt down behind her, his strong hand on her shoulder in a sign of comfort.
"He's in a better place onna." She nodded her head in agreement, her heart aching from the lost of someone special for the second time in a week.
"Geta, I can't go on like this. I can't…" The sobs came now, unable to control them any longer as they were strangling her to death.
"This will be over soon. I promise you onna, I can't go on like this either." He whispered into her ear, pulling her from the floor, her back to his chest.
"Go ahead and cry, it will be the only time I allow you to blubber like this on me." He tried to lighten the mood, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist in protection.
'Oh no.'