Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ He'll learn one of these days ( Chapter 35 )

Someone to watch over me…


Just as 18 predicted, she drank the short bodyguard right under his barstool. She laughed to herself as she heaved him over her shoulder right after last call was shouted out at the Blue Diamond. A few clubbers laughed as she walked out carrying Krillin over her shoulder, but she cured that with an evil glare making them back up and cringe back in fear.
"He'll learn one of these days that alcohol doesn't have the same effect over me that it does to him." She said to herself as she hailed a taxi to take him back to the hotel.

The 412 precinct was unusually quiet for the night. Mackay and Northly sat behind the respective desks working on the case reports from the night before. For Mackay, it was all cut and dry, there was only one suspect for the crime, and he was walking around a free man. He had pointed Vegeta out as the main and probably the only suspect to look at. Northly on the other hand knew that her partner was wrong, dead wrong. There was something about it all that didn't settle right in the pit of her stomach. Vegeta came across as a cold person, but he wouldn't have done that. Even though the evidence was mounting against Vegeta, with the testimony of the other guards, she had found that Yamcha wasn't very well liked by many of them, especially Vegeta. It seemed there were a few arguments over the way Bulma should be protected from her stalker. Northly knew that she had to get Vegeta off the hook so they could find the real murderer in the case.
'Bulma's stalker did this, he or she wants to get Vegeta out of the way so it will be easier to get to her.' Northly thought as she poured over her notes and crime scene photos.

"Yeah, I've called everyone earlier. Tien said he'd come down here tomorrow with the limo for us to use, seems Yajirobe is having a conniption over us having one of the sound system vans anyways."
"He'll get over it Goku. It's not your place to worry about him anyways." Piccolo said in response. They have stayed up waiting on Krillin's return so they could discuss what was going to happen next. With Yamcha gone, Bulma wouldn't be going very many places anymore unless she decided upon herself to continue the regiment of work he'd put her through in the past.

"I know it's not place to worry, but you know me." Goku laughed before his stomach rumbled loudly. Piccolo quirked an eyebrow to him and shook his head.
"I'm glad I don't eat."
"You are missing out on a lot you know that? Food is just so wonderful!"
"I'll just trust your word on it. Hmpft, I wonder what's taking Krillin so long. He should have been back hours ago."
"Maybe he got lucky."
"I don't want to know about that either Goku."
"You Nameks are no fun." Goku started to laugh again when heavy knocking on the door stopped him from telling Piccolo more then what he really wanted to know.
"I bet that's Krillin, he probably left his room key again." Goku said as he opened the door finding 18 on the other side with Krillin over her shoulder. She walked in and flipped him off her shoulder on to the couch.

"I thought you'd like to have him back. I couldn't bare to leave him passed out on the club floor."
"Thanks I think." Piccolo said looking over at the disheveled Krillin.
"Man, I hope he remembers what Vegeta said earlier. I don't want him getting ChiChi and Bulma mixed up tomorrow." 18 looked over at Goku with a puzzling look.
"Mixed up? How can anyone mix up your wife and that blue haired singer Goku?"
"Simple enough, they're going to be dressed the same you see and…"
"Goku shut up." Piccolo barked at the tall saiyan.
"I see, the old bait and switch job. I remember doing that a few times before. Why are you going to do that?"
"That stalker that's after Bulma is getting a little to close for comfort. Vegeta said he had another wonderful idea on where to hide her."
"Well if that stalker is persistent enough, he'll find her and get her you know. You have the police involved yet?" 18 questioned as she took a seat next to where she had dropped Krillin minutes before.
"Yeah, but involved in the wrong person. I think they really want to arrest Vegeta for last night."
"That freaky shit that was on the news this afternoon was about Vegeta?"
"I didn't get to see it, but if it was about two people being found murdered then yep it was." Piccolo answered her with a slight frown.
"Shit, I know Vegeta too well. He wouldn't have done something like that and left bodies to be found." 18 gave a small laugh to soften the tense mood.
"He was here the whole time. He didn't have time to leave here, find Yamcha and the girl he was with and take them back to his house and totally butch them."
"Then what's the big deal?"
"He came back to the room yesterday in a bloody shirt. We tried to get him to tell us about it, and it seems the detectives over heard us and now think that's evidence."
"Now that's a problem. I'll see if 17 and me can help you guys out. Krillin has my cell number so tell him to give me a call if you need anything."

Vegeta had decided it was for the best that he slept in the main room on the couch for the night. He didn't want to disturb Bulma from her sleep that she really needed as of late. He had told her earlier that she looked ugly with the dark circles that were ever present under her beautiful blue eyes; she had in turned chucked a pillow at his head in anger. He had told Goku earlier that they would be leaving the hotel in the morning after Tien had arrived. They would also move Bulma to another hiding spot until the mansion was repaired enough for her to return.

*Flashback to earlier in the night*

"Kakarott, you remember that small flat that we lived in years ago over in Capital City?"
"Boy I sure do! That was one of the greatest times of my life, except when I married ChiChi and had Gohan."
"Enough of the memories, I still own it. I want you to take Bulma there in the morning."
"Why me? You are her mate and bodyguard, I'm just here as extra backup now."
"Shut up Kakarott, we are not mates! Now close that mouth of yours and listen to me. Your mate and the onna will dress alike, and you will take the onna to Capital City with you, I on the other hand will take your screech harpy of a mate with me. If the stalker sees this, this should confuse him enough to buy us some time to figure something else out. This is my last resort, and I don't like to have to use it now."
"He's not going to give up you know."
"I don't fail Kakarott, and this will be no different. Failure is not an option here."

*End flashback*

Vegeta had woken to the shower running in the bedroom, glancing up he noticed it was still very early in the morning by the colors that still streaked the sky. He clamored off the couch, stretching out the kinks in his muscles before going to the bedroom. The bathroom door was wide open letting the hot steam from the shower to escape out into the bedroom, the water condensing on the windows. He stripped himself down of his clothes and padded to the bathroom, slipping into the shower behind her. She was shampooing her hair; humming a small tune to herself not noticing the prince had come in. He reached out and tangled his fingers into her soapy hair, marveling in the feel. Bulma gasped sharply, but relaxed her back against his chest.

"You like scaring the shit out of me?"
"Yes onna." He gave a small chuckle as he untangled his fingers from her hair; letting the water wash the suds down the drain at their feet while his hands for other erotic places to roam. Bulma stifled a soft moan in her throat as his hands bushed over her shoulders and down her thin waist, fingers pulling her back against him securely to feel his hard arousal against the small of her back.
"We still have a few hours before we leave." Vegeta whispered against her ear seductively.
"Didn't you get enough the other night?"
"Never enough of you onna. You are like a bad habit which I can not break free from."

His tongue outlined the outer edge of her ear, sending pleasurable tremors down her spine. She all but melted against his soft touch, his hot breath on the back of her neck along with the brilliant spray of warm water between them she moaned louder. Vegeta ground his hips into her backside, his throbbing members rubbing against her smooth skin of her tight ass. He was beyond pleased with the response he was receiving from her immediately. Soft skin on skin ignited in fire under the water spray, both bodies withering in the oldest dance in the universe. Vegeta wrapped her slender legs around his waist bringing her up against the tile wall of the shower. Steadying her with his left hand, he sheathed himself into her wet velvet, filling her completely as his right hand balanced them as his strokes drove deeper, his lips burning with passion as he sucked gently against her bottom lip. Bulma's breasts pressed against his chest, the friction of flesh on flesh driving them deeper into the throws of passion. His name was being called in deep fiery passion from Bulma's sensual mouth in pants as he dove deeper and deeper into her. His moans being muffled by Bulma's hot flesh of her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin gently. Bulma's nails dug into his back, racking from his waist to his shoulders. Vegeta shuddered as her muscles clenched tight around his throbbing member, milking him for all he was worth, robbing him of his royal seed. She screamed his name, it echoing off the tile followed shortly by her name; no longer able to control himself emptied his creamy seed deep inside her as his teeth bared down on to her supple tender neck. She gasped before letting a strangled scream go from her lips. His hip bucked in short strokes in ripples of his orgasmic bliss was released drinking in the sweet tasting crimson treat. Both panting heavily, Vegeta returning to his senses first, pulled her close to his chest, her body still quivering in ecstasy. He reached down and turned the water off before opening the shower door to grab a towel to wrap around them. He took her and laid her down on the bed, him resting bedside her, his head resting on a bent elbow.

"Why did you bite me?" She asked softly as she felt the bite mark underneath her wet tangled hair.
"Onna, I told you that I would be with you. I have nothing to give to you but my protection."
"That doesn't answer why in the hell you bit me." Bulma's voice started to raise an octave.
"That is a mark which means that you are solely mine. No one else can have you."
"But did you have to do it someplace where it will show?" She whined as she got off the bed to look in a vanity mirror before frowning.
"You should feel honored that I have marked you as mine."
"Honored? My damn bodyguard turned lover has scared me for life?"
"Shut up onna. Get dressed; Kakarott and the rest of the circus clowns will be here soon. You are going to Capital City with him."
"Why with him? Why can't I be with you?" She whimpered in protest.
"I will not have my mate murdered. You will follow my instructions, go with Kakarott and listen to what the big oaf tells you to do." She nodded her head to him as she searched around for some clothing.
"Here, I've already picked something out for you." He tossed a small pile of comfortable clothing towards here before getting off the bed to dress himself. He watched as she ran a brush through her damp hair, pulling out the tangles one by one.
"Onna, promise me something?"
"What is that Geta?"
"Be careful."
"I always am Geta."
"I don't want to lose something like I have in the past."
"Geta?"
"Just stay alive okay baka?" She gave him a soft smile before nodding her head slightly.
'If she only knew that she carries the key to my future.'