Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Vegeta is going to kill me ( Chapter 31 )

Someone to watch over me…

Bulma felt the top of her head, finding the crown missing.
"Oh Kami, where did it go?" She blurted out as she started to get upset again. Vegeta had given her that crown and trusted her with it. She had just lost an heirloom of the Vegeta-sei Royal family.
"Onna, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Your mother's crown. Where is it? Oh man, you might as well strike me dead right now Kami before Vegeta does!" Bulma said in a panicky voice as she retraced her steps up to the door before flinging it open to recheck the hall to the elevator.
"Bulma what's the matter?" Krillin asked as he saw her come out of the room looking from side to side.
"I lost that crown I was wearing. Vegeta is going to kill me."
"Onna! Get your ass back in here right now!" Vegeta shouted from inside the room.
"See!" She squeaked out before making her way back into the room, both Krillin and Piccolo standing by the door looking in on what was going on.
"Go get out of those ridiculous clothes and I will go and find it." He pointed towards her room before he stomped off to go find one of the last remaining items he had to remember his planet by.

Goku had remained down in the banquette room with his wife and son, pigging out on all the delicious food that was being served, as ChiChi made small talk with some of the other people that were in attendance.
"Is that the famous Son Goku?" A female voice asked from behind him. Goku dropped his spoon as soon as he recognized the voice and spun around in his chair.
"Oh no way! 17, 18 it's so nice to see you guys again." Goku chirped out as he got up to greet them.
"Nice to see you too Goku. What brings you here to this lovely hell hole?"17 asked as he looked around the room at the rest of the people.
"Oh, still doing the bodyguard thing. But I'm kind of off duty for the minute. Just don't tell Vegeta that."
"You work with Vegeta? Wow, I thought he would be working bigger things then this by now." 18 said as she took a seat at the table.
"Yeah well, I kind of got him this job. Bigger then what I can handle really. So who are you here guarding?"
"Oh that big goof ball Hercule Satan and his bratty daughter." 17 said bluntly pointing towards a table on the other side of the room.
"I feel sorry for you both then. At least Bulma isn't as arrogant as he is." Goku shook his head as he resumed his seat to finish his food up.
"You got Bulma Briefs? Man, wish I had that job." 17 said with a smile gracing his lips.
"Yeah, cause you are majorly in love with her. So is Krillin still with you or do you ever see him?" 18 questioned, as she leaned back in her chair.
"Krillin is here. He's upstairs with Bulma right now I bet."
"Guess I'll have to find him then and say hello."
"You know he'd like that 18. I still say he has eyes for only you." 18 rolled her eyes at Goku before a small laugh came from her lips.
"I know he does."

"I can't believe that baka onna lost that crown in the matter of minutes of putting it on." Vegeta growled as he searched around backstage for it. He was determined not to return to Bulma until he found it. He mumbled under his breath as his searched continued, leading him to the front of the stage.
"Looking for this?" ChiChi smiled holding the crown in her grasp tightly in front of him.
"Yes! Now give it to me so I can go back up to the room and make sure that baka onna isn't into any trouble." He snatched it from her hands quickly.

"Vegeta no Ouji! Trying to hide from us so quickly?" 17 shouted across the room after catching Vegeta storm into the room to take something from ChiChi.
"I'm on duty, so what are the rust bucket twins up to?" Vegeta asked with a crooked grin on his face.
"What do you think we're doing? Guarding that dimwit over there. Don't even know why we agreed to take the job." 18 sighed out.
"Yes, well any job is better then nothing. Kakarott, what the hell are you still doing down here?" Goku frowned before he looked up to see Vegeta towering over him.
"Eating."
"I see that already. I'm going back up to the room. You're relieved for the rest of the night."
"Great! I can stay down here and eat and talk to 17 and 18."
"Thrilling." Vegeta said flatly before he left the table to head back up to the room.
"He hasn't changed, same old Vegeta I remember." 17 quipped as he watched the saiyan prince leave the room in a huff.
"He's in love."
"Goku, have you hit your head again? Vegeta doesn't believe in that kind of stuff. Remember when we all worked on that government stint a while back? He vowed to all of us he'd never find a 'mate' here."
"I guess he changed his mind 18. It's written all over his face. He loves Bulma." Goku grinned widely at the two androids sitting across from him. Gohan picked this opportunity to jump on his father's lap, almost knocking the chair that they were in over.

"Gohan, wow you're getting big. I remember when you were just a baby." Gohan turned around to see who was talking to him, his eyes lit up when he recognized the two faces.
"18, 17! Hi!" He chirped loudly before bounding over the table straight at 17.
"Whoa squirt! My are you getting strong."
"I'm going to be just like my Daddy." Gohan declared giving a nod. Everyone at the table laughed at his little antics.
"And you'll be a great bodyguard too." Goku replied as he reached for more food.
"Daddy, Mom said she wanted to go back to the room."
"Why don't you take her up sport. Give you some training in the art of being a bodyguard."
"You really mean that Daddy?"
"Sure do."
"Alright! Bye Daddy, I'm taking Mom to the room then." Gohan cheered and jumped out of 17's lap and ran to find ChiChi in the sea of people.

Vegeta slammed the door to the room stalking towards the bedroom, aggravation written clearly on his face.
"Geta is that you?" Bulma's voice echoed from the bedroom.
"Of course onna. Who else would it be?"
"My stalker." She said sarcastically.
"There is no way that stalker is going to march in here to get you. Not with me here." Vegeta declared as he leaned against the doorframe watching her change into her nightgown.
"Aren't I a lucky girl then."
"Extremely." That's when she realized he was in the room, watching her every move.
"Are you mad at me for earlier?" She asked as she flopped back on the bed, folding her arms under her head to look up at him.
"I should be enraged at you. But I'm not."
"Good, otherwise I wouldn't ask you to stay in my bed tonight."
"Onna, I would do it anyways."
"Boy are you sure of yourself."
"You'd have me no other way." He smirked as he shrugged of his suit jacket, hanging over the back of a chair before toeing his dress shoes off one by one by the door.

"Geta what are you doing?"
"Going to bed with you, what else would I be doing taking my clothes off?"
"I wasn't totally ready for bed, it's still kind of early."
"It's ten o'clock, you are dressed for bed, and you say it's still early?"
"I bet we could find something to do before bed." She said in a seductive voice from where she was laying. He knew exactly what she wanted; she didn't need to ask twice for him to join her.

"Night Goku, tell Krillin I said hi ok?" 18 asked as she was getting up from the table.
"Yeah, I sure will. You two take care ok? Hopefully next time we meet we'll all be together once again." Goku waved to 17 and 18 as they went their way to collect a very drunk Hercule, and one little girl that was making funny faces all night with Gohan. The hours seemed to go by quickly as they talked of the past. There was a lot of good times back then, all of them working together for the government protecting diplomats and other top brass. But once the new government came into place, they were all let go, to strike out on their own to find the best jobs to suit them. Goku gave a sigh, gave a wish things weren't so hectic as of late for everyone that worked for Bulma. Some down time and some major relaxment would do everyone some good, especially for Bulma.

Bodies tangled, sheets tossed carelessly to the floor, sweat and flesh sliding together as one, the sounds of moans and grunts filled the room. Bulma was letting Vegeta take her again for the second time that night. The feel of her trembling, delicate body under his enticed him to continue further, bringing both himself and the angel below him to the edge of bliss and beyond once again before collapsing beside her. The moonlight from the windows casted shadows across their sweat laced bodies, as they panted to gain control of their realities again from the euphoric high they were both on from each others kisses, touches, scent, and sounds.
"Geta?"
"Hn?"
"Stay with me the entire night? Just watch over me?"
"Hn." He grunted as Bulma curled up next to him, absorbing his warmth to keep her warm as she quickly faded to sleep beside the satisfied saiyan prince.
"I'm in too deep to leave onna. I couldn't even if I tried." He whispered before he picked up the discarded sheets off the floor to cover them both. He stayed awake, running his fingers through her silky hair more or less to comfort himself. Knowing she was safe for the moment in his tight embrace.

Goku made his way back upstairs, going to the penthouse first to check things before he found his way to his own room to catch some sleep and some cuddle time with his favorite girl. Krillin watched Goku step out of the elevator making his way down the hall towards him and Piccolo who sat outside the room.
"Let me guess, they at it again like rabbits?"
"Did you have to ask Goku?" Krillin gave a small laugh as he crossed his legs at the ankle, leaning up against the door.
"Not really, I could feel his ki all the way down stairs. By the way Krillin, I have a message from a cute blonde woman for you." Goku said with a devilish grin on his face.
"I don't know any blonde women. Do I?" He scratched his head for a minute deep in thought.
"Krillin how could you forget 18?" Piccolo asked gruffly.
"Oh no way? She's here?"
"I think she left, her and 17 were here on a job. She told me to tell you hello."
"Damn it all to hell, I just had to be up here playing cards with the Namek didn't I? Shit and I wanted to see her."
"Guess both her and 17 work for Hercule Satan, so I guess she won't be that hard to find you kn…" A cell phone rang cutting off Goku's train of thought as each of them reached for their phones to find out which one had the call.
"It's mine guys, umm hello?" Goku answered, his face contorting slightly as he listened to the caller with out saying a word.
"Ok, I'll be there in a little while." Goku snapped the phone shut and shoved it back in his pocket.
"What was that all about bro?"
"That was the police."