Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ "Lets pray he decided to take a break tonight ( Chapter 29 )

Someone to watch over me…


Bulma dropped her bags off by the bedroom door, immediately going to the bed and falling in it. Vegeta just shook his head and left her to herself for the time being.
"Ok, before we start talking about what's going on. I'm starving."
"Baka, you're always starving. Order some room service for us all then we'll get down to business." That made Goku extremely happy as he bounded to the phone to order at least ten of everything they had for everyone and to charge it all to Bulma. Vegeta just mumbled under his breath as he checked out the whole room, before going to the balcony over looking the city. The wind blew through his hair as he took every detail of the city to his memory, wanting to be with the onna instead. He frowned a bit before coming back inside to go to Bulma's room. She was perched on the bed with the TV remote, flipping channels wildly with a disgusted look on her face.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked as he walked in to sit down on the bed beside her. She frowned at him before pointing to the TV with the remote.
"Seems every channel has something about me on it. Some talking about that bomb at the mansion, others talking about tonight's event."
"That's the price you pay when you're famous onna. Live with it."
"I have Vegeta, but I have never lived through something like this before. It's a little nerve wracking you know."
"You going to do that thing tonight? Or are you going to hide out up here?"
"I don't know. I mean I should go and mingle with the people that paid to come, but on the other hand I'm afraid that 'he' also paid his way in and is waiting for an opportunity to strike again tonight."
"I don't know if he'll be that stupid to show up at something like this, but I'm not taking anything lightly anymore. I thought my cabin was a safe place to bring you. I thought wrong."
"It's not your fault. Someone must of followed Goku up that afternoon. Who knows, this guy might have a tacking device on me." She gave a little giggle at the thought.
"What ever, but I need to know what you're plans are right now. Remember, I don't play the wait till the last second game with you."
"I know, let me think on it for a little bit longer please?" She gave him a cute pleading look, which he caved into.
"Fine, I'm giving you fifteen minutes, no longer then that onna." She gave him a halfhearted smile before she returned to her assault on the TV remote.

Half-hour later, the room service had arrived with tons of food for the hungry saiyans. No matter how many times the others have seen them eat, they were still astonished at how much they consume at one sitting. Vegeta had managed to set a small bowl of broth and noodles aside before Goku had gotten a hold of it just for Bulma. He was going to make her eat weather she wanted to or not.

"Hey, where you going with that?"
"You ravenous clown, don't you think the onna would be hungry?"
"Well, I didn't think about her, I was just too hungry."
"Well there you have it. Kakarott always thinking with his stomach." Vegeta rolled his eyes at him and marched off with bowl in hand back to see Bulma. She sat in bed in the same spot, this time sniffling with tissue in hand.
"What's the matter onna?" Vegeta asked his voice and face showing concern.
"Oh nothing, just that this movie makes me cry." She sniffled again before wiping her nose.
"Silly, you earthling onnas cry at just about anything."
"We do not! I just find this movie sad."
"Then why watch it if it makes you cry?"
"Because it's a good movie. I bet you've never seen a good movie before."
"I don't have time to watch trash on that box. If I did I wouldn't be watching sappy sad movies like you are."
"Did you just come in here to patronize me or do you have a good reason?" She asked throwing her tissue in the trash can besides the bed which Vegeta had notice was now full of them.
"Here, eat." He shoved the bowl in to her hands. She grimaced for a second before looking back up to him.
"I told you I wasn't hungry Geta."
"I don't care if you are or not, eat and that's an order."
"Yes sir!" She gave him a salute before situating herself on the bed so she could eat and finish watching the movie. He raised a brow to her, satisfied that she was eating at least something. He was glad there weren't any carrots in the broth as well. He'd rather not have another repeat of the two nights ago.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me eat or do you have anything else to say to me?"
"You're decision."
"Decision?"
"Are you going to that thing tonight?"
"Oh, well I should don't you think? Wish Yamcha was here, he'd help me figure this stuff out."
"Well he isn't here so you're free to think for yourself for a change. So what will it be?"
"Yes, can't disappoint my fans right?"
"Not my choice, but I will be there onna. Let me know when you are ready to leave so I may escort you down." He snapped on his heels and left the room quickly. He didn't want her to go and do the performance tonight, still jittery from his nightmare from the morning that jolted him awake. But he wasn't going to fight her over it. It wasn't worth getting into another fight with her.

"Kakarott, lets go check the hotel out, she's going to sing tonight." He announced in a dull voice. Everyone looked at each other before Goku got up and followed Vegeta out of the room to check the routes they would take on the way down and on the way back up that evening.
"You think that weakling will show up tonight?"
"Who Yamcha? Naaa, I told him he'd better stay away from both of us for a while otherwise we'd kill him." Goku said with a laugh as he walked next to Vegeta down the back hall of the hotel that led to the stage area.
"I'll kill the son of a bitch not you." Vegeta snarled out, gritting his teeth to hold back the anger.
"See, I told you didn't I?"
"Told me what? You've filled my head with your pointless chatter before."
"About having a mate."
"She's not my mate. I'm her bodyguard only."
"Don't give me that Vegeta. I'm not stupid here."
"You act like it baka."
"You have 'I love Bulma' all over your face."
"There is nothing of the sort."
"You lie like a rug Vegeta. Hard not to notice her scent all over you." Goku's grin was growing bigger as they walked, Vegeta felt like he was going to lay Goku flat if he didn't stop his pestering about the onna and himself. It was none of his business what kind of relationship they had together; as a matter of fact it was no one's business.

While Goku and Vegeta were gone, Bulma decided it was time to start getting ready if she wanted to make the charity benefit banquette in time. She took a hot shower, relaxing the tension in her muscles before slipping out of the bathroom to find her gown she was going to wear. The dress bag was hanging over the back of a chair awkwardly, making her frown. She hoped it wasn't ruined or wrinkled beyond the point of being able to wear it. As she unzipped the bag she was greeted with the blue shimmer of sequence and brilliant rhinestones that adorned the midnight blue dress. She held it up giving it a twice over before she was satisfied that it was still in decent shape to wear before slipping it on so she could finish her hair and make up so she wouldn't ruin the glamorous effects she was about to prepare on herself.

"Bulma?" ChiChi's voice rang out to her along with a light knock on the bedroom door.
"Yeah? Come on in Chi."
"Wow Bulma you look fabulous."
"You think so? Might shock some people with this image don't you think?"
"Yeah you will. That looks so much like the Bulma I know and love. I always hated that stuff Yamcha always bought for you."
"Me too, you're not the only one that thinks he doesn't have good taste. Just look at his women." They both laughed knowing Yamcha would get desperate enough he'd take any thing that walked on two legs home at the end of a drunken night.
"You know chi, I hope that baka is doing ok. He had me worried last night." ChiChi was a little shocked, but answered right away.
"He'll be fine Bulma. Goku said he'd make a full recovery after some rest."
"I know, but he didn't have to play hero you know? Vegeta could of taken care of everything."
"He was just concerned over your safety as are the rest of us."
"Yep, don't remind me. I guess I owe Yamcha along with Vegeta several times over now."
"Oh phooey on that. That's what Vegeta gets paid for, and well as for Yamcha, just smack him and tell him not to be so stupid in the future."
"Yeah, I suppose so. You know something Chi?"
"What's that hon?"
"I miss Barney already. Big fuzzy goof ball."
"Yeah, so do I. Once you get back home to stay, I'll take you out puppy shopping. We'll find you another fuzzy companion."
"Thanks Chi, you're such a good friend." Bulma closed the short distance and hugged Chi tightly.

"Everything is all clear over here Vegeta. I think it's safe to say that this place checks out just fine." Goku shouted from the stage to get Vegeta's attention at the back of the room. Vegeta growled and stalked towards the stage checked everything again for the forth time.
"Things haven't been safe no matter what lately Kakarott. I suggest that you do not get distracted at all tonight. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about it."
"That's indigestion from the room service Vegeta."
"Kakarott. That's not what I'm talking about. I am telling you that I don't have a good feeling about her doing this tonight. Something is going to happen."
"I don't think he'll do anything tonight. Not after last night."
"Don't be so sure on it, if I was him, I'd try at every opportunity I got. Including this place." Vegeta looked around at the cheery decorations in disgust.
"Lets pray he decided to take a break tonight."
"Bah, fine lets go up and check on the onna."

"Bulma, Me and Gohan are going downstairs to our rooms to get ready now. We'll see later ok?"
"Yeah, go ahead Chi. I'll find you after I get done singing." Bulma shouted back from the bathroom. She heard the large door shut behind Chi as she finished her last touches of make up.
"Bulma Briefs you are looking beautiful." She puckered her lips and added the last coat of lipstick before placing a small smile on her face to check it all out.
"I wonder if Chi packed my jewelry case, I'm looking kind of bare with out my earrings and necklace." She mumbled to herself as she searched the bags for the soft velvet pouch she kept her nice jewelry in.
"Now where is it? Hrmm, that's where my shirt went to, I was looking for that earlier. Shit, I hope she packed it." Getting desperate she started to dump the entire contents of clothing on the floor looking for it. She sighed in frustration before getting off the floor and calling ChiChi to ask where she put it.

"Son ChiChi's room please. Thanks. Hey Chi, do you know where my jewelry pouch is? I can't find it anywhere in my bags."
"I thought it was in the big black bag, but I could be wrong. Did you check all the bags?"
"Not all of them yet. I guess I'll keep looking then."
"Alright hon, if I remember I'll call you back."
"Thanks, see you later." Bulma hung up the phone and went back to work on finding the pouch when she heard the door open in the other room.
"Hey Vegeta? Have you seen my jewelry pouch around here any place?" Her question was greeted by silence.
"Vegeta? Damn it I need that pouch with my jewelry in it, like right now." She shouted as she marched out into the main room to find it empty. She frowned; she swore she heard the door open and close.
"Must be my over active imagination again." She spun on her high heels to go back into the bed room to finish her search when she ran into someone.