Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ What are you going to do now? ( Chapter 34 )

Someone to watch over me…


The formal statements were quick and somewhat painless for them, even thought Vegeta thought he was in the middle of a witch-hunt. Vegeta only answered questions he deemed were worthy enough for an answer. He found most of the questions were things Kakarott would ask of him.

Bulma yawned on their way back to the hotel, the dawn was breaking over the city in its mighty glory to begin a brand new day. She managed to only get a few hours of sleep between making love to Vegeta, and being woken up by Goku tumbling in through the door to get Vegeta after the police called him. Even though she was just told hours ago that her ex boyfriend and manager for over three years was murdered, she wasn't too upset. Granted he was always there, but lately she was being pushed by him to do more and more. She couldn't fathom what possessed him to make her such a star in the public eye; she hated him for pushing her. She stared out the window of her van watching the traffic start to get heavier as normal people started their day at a nine to five job. She had just started to doze off again when Krillin pulled the van into the circle drive of the hotel. Goku stretched his arms high above his head and gave a huge yawn after he climbed out to open the side door to let Piccolo, Vegeta and herself out.

"I'm so tired, but I can't decide if I want to eat before I get some sleep." He stated in a half laugh.
"ChiChi is probably pissed off at you. You didn't tell her where you went last night did you?" Piccolo questioned as he gave a stretch and loosened his tie around his neck.
"No, I never made it back to the room last night. I came directly up after saying goodbye to 17 and 18."
"Yep she's going to be pissed bro. I suggest you see her first before your stomach leads you to the all you can eat breakfast buffet."
"Hmpft, I'd never let an onna control me like that. It's pathetic."
"Oh yeah, the mighty prince of all saiyans doesn't bow down to anyone, forgot." Krillin slapped a hand to his forehead before disappearing into the hotel quickly through the huge double glass doors. Bulma climbed out of the van looking up at the brand new morning sky. She often missed the sunrise, one of the most beautiful sights her eyes could dream of.
"Come on onna, I'm not going to stand out here all day so you can admire this retched city."
"Vegeta, don't you ever find anything beautiful? Like the sun rise?"
"No, nothing is beautiful to me. And the sun rising only reminds me that I've spent one day more on this planet then I wanted to."
"You don't mean that do you?" She asked softly, walking closer to him.
"I mean every word I say. I hate this miserable pathetic planet more then anything in my entire life." Bulma frowned, lowering her gaze to the concrete sideway below finding it more interesting then staring at Vegeta's emotionless face at the moment. He didn't say another word to her, just grabbed her arm and drugged her into the hotel lobby towards the elevators.

"What the hell is your major malfunction Vegeta?" Bulma shouted out as soon as the elevator doors slid shut, the cable jerking the car upwards.
"What are you talking about onna?" He looked at her as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator.
"You're been an asshole all night long."
"Wouldn't you be like that if you found a person you loathed dead along with his whore in your house?"
"I wouldn't know, I've never had someone killed in my home."
"My fucking house looked like one of the many purging missions I was on when I was younger."
"You haven't told me much about what you did before you came to earth."
"I find it's none of your concern. The stuff I've done in my past shall remain there."
"That bad?" He refused to answer her after that. He would put the veil of silence on, and chose to remain that way for the remainder of the day.

Bulma stayed in the comfort of her bed, sleeping on and off through out the whole day, only coming out once to order room service for dinner. She found Vegeta then on the balcony looking out over the city as the lights twinkled below from the hustle and bustle of a Friday night. She crept over to the doors, watching him intently. The lights from the city below shone against his tanned skin perfectly. He didn't acknowledge her presence at all, keeping his eyes casted on the skyline or at the stars.

"Geta?" Her voice was a whisper against the breeze to be carried to his ears.
"Onna?" His voice just as quiet as hers.
"Whatcha doing out here?"
"Thinking." He spoke bluntly to her, no emotion to give her what kind of mood he was in.
"Oh? I'm sorry if I disturbed you." She wrapped the thin silk robe closer to her body, tightening the sash more. He turned against the railing to look at her; her hair lightly blowing around her face from the breeze. She carelessly tucked a few strands behind her ear before smiling at him.

"What are you going to do now?"
"Do now?" She asked back, his question confusing her.
"You no longer have that weakling to control what you do. What are your plans now?"
"Haven't thought about it really. Maybe take some time off after the awards. Totally forgot what it's like to be in charge of myself."
"Going to continue to sing like a banshee?"
"Don't know. I'd like to do my own thing you know? The lights, the music, and the non-stop schedule aren't me. I didn't get into music to be that way." He gave her a nod in understandment.
"What about you? What are you going to do?"
"Firing me?"
"No, but you said that you were leaving me after the awards." He closed his eyes for a moment. He'd never thought about it either. He remembered telling her that he was going to leave, but something pulled on him to want to stay with her no matter what, and he hated himself for it.

"Find another pathetic weakling to protect I guess. There isn't much I really want to do besides beat down Kakarott." She shook her head and gave a small laugh.
"Goku really looks up to you. I sure hope he doesn't want to leave as well."
"Hn, he's like a lap dog. He'll remain loyal to you as he is with his harpy of a mate. I on the other hand, I never stay in one place for very long."
"That's a shame, I'd like for you to stay on with me. If not to protect me but to stay with me."
"Do you know what you are asking of me?"
"Yes, I do. But I can't make up your mind for you. I'm just a weak earthling to you."
"I will not promise to you that I will stay with you. But I will always be around, in some shape or form." His words even though didn't seem much brought comfort to Bulma.
"Geta, can I ask one more thing before I leave you to your thoughts?"
"Hn?"
"About last night, what Goku and Piccolo were ta…" The doorbell of the penthouse cut her off.
"Shit, that must be dinner. You want some? I ordered enough for the both of us." He didn't say a word, but followed her in to the room to watch the server bring in two carts loaded with food. He smirked, finding it amusing that the onna had ordered about everything on the menu for him to feast on.

"Here you got Miss Briefs, it's all charged to the room bill for you." The server said as he pushed the carts to the small table near the balcony and looking up at her. She was taken back at the state the young man was in. He looked like a truck hit him; his cheek scraped and bruises along with a black and blue eye.
"Oh my, are you ok?" Bulma asked.
"Sure, I'm fine. This is no big deal." He gave a small chuckle as he pointed to his face. Vegeta snorted gaining their attention, the young man stiffened at the sight of the Prince as he drew near.

"Umm, yeah, I need to get going. Need anything call the main desk." The young man stuttered out quickly leaving the room.
"Vegeta, what did you do to scare him?"
"Hn? Must have been my fist in his face yesterday."
"You did what?"
"I pounded his ass onna."
"For what? Damn he's not even twenty if that and you felt the need to beat on someone?" Bulma shrieked out.
"For what he said about you onna."
"What? What he say that was pretty or something?"
"No, he said he'd like to tie you up and fuck your brains out, making you his love slave." He snarled out.
"Hmpft, Vegeta you know that anyone that's as famous as me have fans that wish they could have their way with?"
"I don't care, it was a threat against you. And I take everything serious."
"Whatever." Bulma rolled her eyes grabbing at a small bowl and climbing onto the couch to eat.

Across town, The Blue Diamond club was rocking. The music blaring loudly that could be heard for three blocks pumped out some techno dance song as Krillin entered. Looking around the sea of people, he found his way towards the bar that was totally crowded. The three bartenders were working over time to supply enough liquor to the endless amount of people that came there to enjoy the music, the people, and the drinks. Finding his object of desire, he moved quickly through the people to the very end of the bar. Her blue eyes sparkled against the harsh lights that flashed wildly above her.
'Makes me wonder if they named the club after her eyes.' He thought as he came closer to her, she grins when she finally sees the top of his shiny head coming towards here.
"Krillin." She spoke loudly over the music to greet him as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before picking up a glass of beer.
"18, I'm glad you could come. I was afraid that you wouldn't."
"And miss my chance to drink you under the table again? I wouldn't miss this for the world." She laughed out and motioned for a bartender to come down.
"Set us up. When the glass is empty, fill it back up." She said and slapped down a few hundred zeni on the bar for him. He gave a nod and came back with two tall glasses of beer.
"Cheers." Krillin lifted his glass to his lips.
"Bottoms up." 18 grinned again and proceed to drink her glass down in one breath.

The hours seemed to slip by, Bulma had managed to fall asleep on the couch in the main room of the penthouse with a bowl of rice still tucked in her hand. Vegeta growled to himself as he took it out of her hand and placed it on the side table. She ordered so much food, and she had only managed to eat half the bowl of rice. He gingerly picked her up off the cool leather of the couch and carried her into the bedroom, placing her in the middle of the bed and drawing up the blankets tight around her. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her face, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The corner of his lip curled up into a half smile before he made his move to leave the room. The white shirt that had been in question most of last night sat on top of the pile of clothes that Bulma had dumped over. He hastily picked it up and took it with him out of the room. Going to the balcony, he wadded up the shirt with his left hand and tossed it over the railing, while with his right he formed a small ki blast, turning the once cotton dress shirt to nothing but ashes.
"She'll be finding out soon. What am I going to do then?"