Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I see that you lived ( Chapter 28 )

Someone to watch over me…

All cried out, Bulma lay in Vegeta's lap back upstairs in the bedroom after he brought her up. He leaned against the headboard stroking her hair to comfort her. Early morning hues of gold, pink and pale blue started to rise against the darkness that was night washing it away until the cycle of early evening came once again. After telling Piccolo and Krillin to take Barney outside wrapped in a blanket, he took Bulma upstairs asleep in his arms. After seeing Bulma tonight, he wasn't about to sleep, he couldn't. Not after the drunken confession of her manager that still had feelings for her. He mentally cursed Kakarott for acting on his soft earthling emotions on taking the weakling to the hospital to treat the gunshot wound. If it were him, he'd let the poor son of a bitch bleed to death in his kitchen while he watched in amusement.

She shifted and whimpered lightly drawing his attention from looking out the window to where his eyes gazed down on her face. She looked lost in fitful dreams, scared and alone. He brushed his fingers down the side of her tear stained cheek, hoping to bring some comfort to her nightmares that haunted her. His eyes grew weary as he looked down on her, trying hard to force himself to keep awake running the events of everything that happened over and over in his head, but it wasn't enough to keep the saiyan's pitch black eyes from slipping closed to join his lover that laid nestled in his lap in dream land.

By noon the weather outside had set the mood, dark gloomy clouds hovered in the skies as the rain came down softly, streaking the glass in the windowpanes. The house was quiet except for the occasional shuffling of feet down in the living room area where ChiChi, Gohan, Piccolo and Krillin were. Goku hadn't returned yet from taking Yamcha to the hospital, and Vegeta and Bulma had stayed out of sight in the comfort of Vegeta's bedroom. The prince woke several hours ago from a terrible nightmare, one of his worse ones to date. The funny thing about it, it wasn't one of his normal nightmares. This one was all Bulma.

The main part of the dream was all he could remember. A great deal of people all around him as he escorted her through the crowds. Everyone dressed to the nine's in their best gowns and tuxedos. Bulma looked wonderful by his side. Her skin glowing against the lights and camera flashes from the media. She smiled and waved to her fans, her arm tucked tight around his arm, when a man came out of the sea of people and pulled a gun on her, shooting her before he had a chance to blink an eye. She lay bleeding in his arms, gasping for breath, those crystal blue eyes pleading him to stop the pain. The last words that spilt from her lips, 'I love you' before she stopped breathing, her body gone limp in his tight embrace. His anger boiled beyond the breaking point, his screams could be heard from miles around, all for the onna that was dead in his arms. Never in his whole life had he felt this way about anyone, the barriers caved in like massive walls, his rage uncontrollable, no man or saiyan could quell. He screamed her name as the tears fell down his cheeks, something that had never in his entire life had happen.

He awoke with a start, his cheeks damp. He placed a shaky hand to his face to see if he was still dreaming. The salty liquid was real all right, and it scared him. Now here he sat, thinking once again how he got mixed up in everything. He cursed Bulma for being so beautiful, damned her for being the enchantress of his dreams. If it wasn't for Kakarott walking into that bar to ask him to take a celebrity job he wouldn't even known who she was. But it's too late to wish it all never to happen. And in some place in his mind he was glad it happened, at least meeting her, worshipping her body like a goddess, but the stalker still hung heavy around them. He vowed that she would be safe and he would be sure that it happened no matter what.

"So, what do we do from here?" Krillin asked as he leaned back in the couch watching a nervous ChiChi pace the length of the room.
"I don't know Krillin. I don't even think Vegeta can protector her now. This guy is always one step behind us and getting closer with each passing day. He's a professional at it, clean and simple."
"And so is Vegeta, what I'd like to know is what the hell Goku and him were talking about when we stumbled in on them last night."
"Yamcha. He's involved."
"What?" ChiChi screeched out before she got into the face of Piccolo.
"I had a feeling about it. You see how nervous he's been as of late when things were getting pretty hot for us? He knows something and I wouldn't be surprised that both Vegeta and Goku know what's going on also." Piccolo said as he looked up the stairs towards Vegeta's bedroom.
"Then I'm going to find out what it is then." ChiChi yelled as she hiked up her long skirt to stalk up the stairs to bang on their door and demand what the hell was going on.

"Harpy, why is it that you have to be so damn loud?" A voice from behind them demanded an answer. Vegeta stood at the top of the stairs looking down on them with his usual scowl on his face.
"Tell me what is going on Vegeta. Why the hell was Yamcha shot and my husband not here now where he should be?"
"I'm going to tell you this once harpy, calm your voice now or I will rip your throat out." Vegeta hissed through his clenched teeth at her as he came down the stairs towards them.
"Then tell me."
"Fine, that prick Yamcha hired someone to kill the onna. She does not know about it yet, and I'm keeping it that way." The room was filled with gasps after Vegeta told them of Yamcha's confession. No one ever thought that he would do something like that in their entire lives, but it was reality that they were facing now.
"But why are you keeping it from her? You are acting just like Yamcha by not telling her what was going on." Piccolo questioned, keeping his voice low.
"Because she does not need added stress right now. It's not good for her right now."
"She's going to find out sooner or later, just like she found out about all of this happening behind her back before it started to hit closer to home."
"That she will, but not now Piccolo. This stays in this room, anyone of you mention this to the onna, I will kill you myself." Vegeta's threat rang in everyone's ears, everyone nodding, agreeing not to let anything that was spoken in the room to be leaked out to Bulma.
"Get me when that baka gets back. I wish to talk with him." And with that Vegeta retreated back up the stairs to be with Bulma.


Yamcha's gunshot wound wasn't as serious as it looked to everyone else. He lost quite a bit of blood, but it missed internal organs and major nerves and arteries. After being patched up and several hours of rest, he was allowed to leave the emergency room at the nearest hospital. Yamcha entered the waiting room with his right arm in a sling; his shoulder heavily bandaged looking for Goku. The younger saiyan opened his eyes once he sensed Yamcha enter the room, a frown gracing his lips.
"I see that you lived." Goku said in a flat, emotionless tone of voice.
"Yeah, I would gladly give up my life to save Bulma's though." Yamcha replied with a heavy sigh, his face showing that he was thoroughly disgusted with himself.
"If I were you, I'd keep far away from her right now, Vegeta will kill you in a heart beat if you get close to her again."
"I think I'd rather be dead right now."

Vegeta had just sat down on the bed when Bulma started to stir from her slumber. She moaned and whimpered softly before she opened her sore eyes to see Vegeta sitting on the edge of the bed, his coal black eyes staring down into her own eyes.
"You look like shit onna."
"Like you look good when you wake up from a nightmare." She said with a frown as she pulled herself up to sit.
"We're leaving as soon as Kakarott comes back."
"Where are we going to go? Did you forget my house is blown to bits?"
"Where is that banquette thing at? Hotel right?"
"Yeah, St.Charles Hotel. But I really don't feel like singing tonight."
"I didn't say you had to sing you baka. You have reservations already there?"
"Yeah, Yamcha made them months ago. Have the penthouse suite like always. Why?"
"We're going there."
"Vegeta, that's not safe and you know it and I am not a bodyguard. That would be the first place to look for me."
"Yes I know. But what else do you suggest right now? I think you should keep up on public appearances. Make it look like this stuff isn't fazing you."
"It's tearing me apart and you know it!" Vegeta nodded his head; he did in fact known she was at the end of her rope.
"Onna, trust me on this please."

Goku had left Yamcha at his home and returned back to the cabin to see what the next plan would be. As he floated down from the sky, he noticed all of them outside, standing next to a makeshift grave someone had made to bury Barney in. Gohan had picked some wildflowers and brought them back to place on the broken earth for Bulma. She stood silent just like she had at her mother's funeral just few days before, but this time Vegeta hadn't distances himself from everyone. He was right beside her with his arm about her waist, an angry look still present on his face before he turned to see Goku land not far from everyone else.

"Where's the weakling?"
"His home. I left him there because I knew we'd be leaving her soon."
"You thought right. We're going to that charity function of the onna's. It's at least some place to stay until we find another place for her."
"Alright. Let's get ready to go then. I'm starting to get hungry."

After an hour was spent packing stuff and trying to find Shithead for the ride back towards the city, Bulma climbed into the van to sit next to ChiChi and Gohan, while Piccolo decided to give Goku some hell and let him sit in the back this time with the woman, Gohan, and the grumpy prince. Four hours on the road, they made it back in one piece to the city. Taking fifteen minutes to check in, they made their way to the very top floor, home to them for at least a night or two.
"Bulma are you alright? You look kind of pale honey." ChiChi asked as she placed her hand on Bulma's forehead.
"I'm fine, just tired." She protested in a non-convincing voice.
"You haven't eaten?"
"No monkey boy, I haven't eaten today. Don't think my nervous stomach will allow me to."
"You should. I won't have you getting sick."
"Just leave me alone Vegeta. I won't get sick."
"What ever onna. But don't come to me when you are. I will just laugh at you."
"You already do that."
"Hmpft, we'll see."