Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Vegeta, what did you do? ( Chapter 32 )

Someone to watch over me…

"The police? What did the police want from you?" Piccolo asked with a confused look on his face. Goku stood in shock in front of them for a minute or two before he snapped out of it.
"Need to get Vegeta for this." He mumbled out before opening the door to the main room. Goku made his way through the dimly lit room towards the bedroom with Piccolo and Krillin not very far behind him. He stopped and listened at the door for a minute before the door opened sending Goku flat on his face on the bedroom carpet.
"What the hell are you standing at my door in the middle of the night Kakarott? Spying on me?" Vegeta snapped out in a low roar, not wanting to wake Bulma up at that time of night.
"I need to talk to you. It's pretty important." Goku whispered back at the smaller saiyan in front of him.
"This better be good Kakarott. I don't like the idea of you standing next to the bedroom door. This better not become a habit of yours." Vegeta shut the door behind him following the taller saiyan out into the main room in nothing but his black silk boxers. Goku sat down on the long couch, rubbing his eyes with his hands for a second before looking back up to the other three that stood in front of him. Three pairs of eyes glared back at Goku waiting for an explanation while he fumbled with his thoughts on what to say exactly.

"Get on with it Kakarott, I'm not getting any younger standing here waiting on your ass you know."
"Well that was the police on my cell phone. They asked for us to come down to the precinct."
"What for? Something happen?" Krillin asked taking a seat on the small love seat near Goku.
"They didn't exactly say why. But they asked for us to come down, some detective."
"Wonder if they found something on Bulma's stalker." Piccolo said as he came around the coffee table to take a seat to listen.
"But wouldn't they say something about it instead of wanting us all to come down there? And I so wanted to go to bed." Goku whined.
"Hmpft, probably nothing important like so many other things around here."
"Just like the bloody mess you were in when you came up to the room yesterday before the banquette started?" Piccolo inquired. Vegeta growled at them, his anger rising with every stupid question that they asked.
"That's right, so who'd you beat down Vegeta? You never did tell what happened." Goku asked as he cocked his head towards him, waiting for an answer.
"And I already told you, I just let out some aggression that's all. Don't be trying to make this something it isn't. It's all futile."
"Then why won't you answer the question Vegeta? Does this have something to do with the police wanting to see us?"
"Damn Namek, didn't I just answer that question for you? Clean out your damn ears. I let out some aggression, nothing more nothing less, the person isn't even worth mentioning hmpft."
"Yeah, he probably just beat the hell out of someone and blasted him into the next dimension to get rid of the body." Krillin added with a nervous laugh, as Vegeta's eyes adverted his direction to bore down on him.

While the four guards tried talking civil and in soft voices, which is impossible if you realize who they were, Bulma was awake listening to their conversation. If it wasn't for Vegeta opening the bedroom door allowing Goku to come fumbling in on his face, she still would of be asleep, none the wiser to what they were up talking about at that time of night. While most of the voices were too soft for her to hear at first, Vegeta's stuck out, loud and belligerent towards the others which she already knew he'd do, but when he wouldn't answer a question with a straight answer she became confused as to why he got angry about the line of questioning with them. Vegeta was always blunt and straightforward, but something about him tonight was the opposite. Bulma shook her head, trying to rid herself of the last remnants of sleep, as she searched around for her robe to slip on when she knocked over the glass of water on the bedside table.
"Oh shit!" she berated herself in a whisper for toppling the glass sending the water everywhere.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Well there goes my attempt at being sneaky and finding out what they were talking about now." She marched off to the bathroom to grab a towel to dry her legs from the spatter, along to soak up the rest that had so conveniently splashed on her side of the bed.

A lopsided smile graced Vegeta's lips when he heard Bulma up and cursing herself for making noise in the room.
"I'll stay here with the onna, I have no use to being dragged down to some idiotic police station in the middle of the night anyways. I'll hear all about it in the morning."
"Nope, the detective on the phone asked for you to be there Vegeta. So you're not getting out of going that easy."
"Feh! Then who's going to stay here then? Do you really think I want to drag her out in the middle of the night for who knows what and have her cranky in the morning because she didn't get her beauty sleep? Not like sleep would be enough to help her in that department." The loud huff from the bedroom told Vegeta that Bulma had heard every word and she was pissed off at him for his comment.
"Too late Veg, seems you already have her upset. Well we can take her along with us. Shouldn't take that long down there you think?"
"I don't know Krillin, guess it depends on what they want to talk about. Oh my, you think they caught wind of me sneaking stuff in from our trip from Hawaii? I just wanted some of that yummy pineapple and poi stuff." Goku gave out a nervous laugh.
"That wouldn't be the police Goku, that would be customs at the airport." Krillin cleared up his confusion. Goku just scratched the back of his head and gave out a nervous laugh.
"Yeah, that's it. Well, I think we should really be going down there. Get it over and done with." Vegeta just growled and stomped off in the direction of the bedroom to find something to wear and to get Bulma ready to go.

Bulma laid on the bed, in the wet spot trying to pretend she was asleep when the door opened and closed quickly.
"I know you're not asleep onna. Get out of that bed and get some clothes on. We have some place to be."
"Nothing gets past you does it? So where are we going at two o'clock in the morning?" she asked throwing off the sheets from her body and getting back out of bed.
"Police precinct up town."
"Why?"
"Onna, you ask too many questions. Just get some damn clothes on already. I'd like to make this as painless as possible." Vegeta snapped out as he pulled on a pair of jeans, still hunting for a shirt to throw on. Bulma made her way to the pile of clothes she'd dumped out earlier to find something comfortable to wear when she found a white dress shirt carelessly thrown close to the pile. She eyed it carefully, looking from the shirt to Vegeta and then back. There was blood splatter on the sleeves and along the front.
"Onna? What the hell are you staring at?" Bulma snapped out of her gaze bringing her attention back to Vegeta.
"Nothing. I'm just tired is all."
"I'm giving you five minutes to be dressed otherwise I'm leaving you here by yourself." As quickly as he snapped at her, he was out of the room once again leaving her to ponder what she just heard and seen.
'Police, bloody shirt, and Vegeta being very uptight? It don't make sense.' She thought while she struggled to put on some heather gray sweatpants and tee shirt.

The ride over to the station was uncomfortably quiet, until they arrived their destination. A rolly polly of a detective, looking pretty disheveled in the early morning hours, greeted them all.
"Good morning, you must be Son Goku?" The man extended his hand out to shake the younger saiyans hand.
"Yeah, that's me, I didn't catch your name though."
"I'm detective Mackay, this is detective Northly." He pointed to a tall, very shapely woman standing beside a desk talking on the phone. She gave a nod of acknowledgement before continuing to speak on the phone.
"So why are we here? No one told us why we had to come down here."
"Well, we have some questions to ask all of you, if you all would like to come this way, we'll be able to speak in private." Detective Mackay led the way down a narrow hall to a small room, with a long table and chairs.

"Go ahead and take a seat, umm, who's the woman?" Mackay asked in a whisper to Goku.
"This is Bulma Briefs, the one we work for." Goku whispered back to Mackay before taking a seat at the table with the others.
"Well, I'd like to talk to the gentlemen alone, Miss Briefs, if you don't mind, I need you to leave the room for a bit."
"She stays." Vegeta stood next to her; his eyes squinted in an evil glare at the detective.
"She'll be right out side with Detective Northly. This won't take long at all."
"Fine, make it snappy. I do not have time for this inessential babble." Mackay nodded and took Bulma out of the room before he began.

"I've asked you all to come here because of some questions that really need to be answered. When was the last time any of you seen Miss Briefs manager?"
"Yamcha? Well that would be yesterday morning for me. I brought him back to his house after a hospital visit. The rest I would say the night before." Goku answered, trying to remember exactly what happened.
"Where were you all yesterday late afternoon to approximately midnight?"
"St. Charles Hotel for a charity benefit banquette with Bulma. Piccolo and myself were up in the penthouse most of the time while Goku and Vegeta escorted Bulma to the event."
"Ok, well I need you to come someplace with me. I need confirmation of identity of someone." Mackay said getting up from the table with his small notepad in hand before he added to his thought.
"I might suggest when we get there that Miss Briefs stays out in the car. This is something she shouldn't be seeing."

Escorted out to a waiting police van, the group remained quiet while they each tried to figure out on their own what in the world was happening. As the scenery around them became familiar, it was becoming all too clear where they were. The van pulled up to a small home surrounded by police cars, crime scene specialists, and a morgue van.

"What the fuck are we doing at my house?" Vegeta shouted out from the back of the van when he realized where he was. Bulma gasped seeing the home lit up in bright floodlights as people came in and out of the house.
"Vegeta, what did you do? Did you kill Yamcha? Is that why you came back to the room covered in blood?" Goku whispered over the back of the seat to the small saiyan prince.
"I did nothing of the sort. Even though I hate that bastard, I wouldn't stoop to killing that baka at this time, I have better things to do like finding that asshole stalking the onna. Now someone tell me why in the fucking hell are we at my house!" Vegeta's voice started off low before climbing fast into a loud roar.
"If you will follow me gentlemen, we'll finish this up. Miss Briefs, please stay here." Mackay said before ducking under some yellow crime scene tape across the driveway of Vegeta's home. The four guards walked gapping at the activity that buzzed around them as they entered the house greeted by the most disgusting site anyone could ever imagine.