Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ You wouldn't dare ( Chapter 36 )

Someone to watch over me…

Krillin was kicked awake by Piccolo at quarter after eight from his drunken sleep. Piccolo snorted and watched Krillin rise of the couch holding his head like it was going to fall off and roll way.
"Damn, how the hell did I make it back here?" He asked while squinting his eyes against the sun that was pouring into the room. He made a disgusted face after tasting the remnants of last night's drinking still in his mouth.
"Hn, 18 carried your ass back here. She thought we'd like to have you back, but I told her that she could of left you there."
"You would say that. Ugh, my head is going to explode with all this damn pounding."
"Not my fault that you had to try and out drink her again. I remember the last time you tried, it wasn't pretty."
"Don't remind me of that please. It wasn't my idea of waking up in bed with Vegeta. I thought for sure he was going to kill me." Krillin grimaced at the memories.
"He was until Goku stopped him and told him what happened. I think you learned your lesson that morning."
"What lesson was that? Make sure I went to my own room, or make sure if I drink, not to drink that much?"
"That you shouldn't let 18 do that to you. I still say it was 17 and 18 that put you in Vegeta's room for shits and giggles."
"That was a while ago, could we please stop dwelling on the past? I'd like to get this head to stop pounding before we leave this morning." Krillin whined as he finally found the bottle of aspirin from his suitcase and snagged a bottle of water from the small fridge.

In the room down the hall, ChiChi was getting Gohan ready to leave with Piccolo, making sure all his study books were packed and ready to go.
"Mom, I don't think I'll have time to study, especially with Piccolo you know."
"I don't care Gohan. I've let you slip by for the last few weeks, and you need to start studying more. I'll have a talk with Piccolo to make sure that you have priorities."
"Sure Mom. Where's daddy? He go to Auntie Bulma's room already?"
"No, he went down stairs to stuff his face before we left."
"Can I go too? Please?" Gohan begged with the cute puppy dog eye's Bulma could never say no to.
"Go, get out of here, but tell your father that we'll be leaving soon and to not eat the hotel out of food please."
"Alright Mom." The door slammed shut before ChiChi had a chance to see Gohan escape from the room.
"Those damn Saiyans."

Bulma walked around the main room of the penthouse listening to the early morning news on the television. Seemed to her that no matter what happened in her life, she was the main story on the news. This morning they were talking about Yamcha's unfortunate demise at the hands of a murderer along with a female companion.
"He was with a whore not some girlfriend." Bulma hissed out as she wrung her hands together with nerves and anger. Vegeta sat at the table near the balcony watching her with squinted eyes. He was growing annoyed with her pacing and commentary back at the reporters on the television, but chose not to say anything trying to keep with his own thoughts and breakfast at the moment.

"Argh! You think his family is having it rough? No one has stopped to ask me how I've been feeling since all this shit has been happening. First my mother is killed, and my dog, what else is this sick psycho going to do to me?" Bulma continued to rant at the reporters, her voice starting to get louder making Vegeta cringe.
"Onna, they can't hear you so why the hell are you shouting? Sit down and eat your breakfast."
"I'm just flustered that's all. I'm tired of being in the lime light, especially right now." She sighed out heavily before plopping herself down on the couch and crossing her arms in front of herself, staring at what Vegeta had ordered her for breakfast.
"Turn that junk off if all it's doing it making you bitch onna. I don't feel like listening to you whine and bitch all day."
"Hmpft! Right, you won't be around me all day, you should be feeling bad for Goku then."
"Hn, better him then me then. Now eat!" Bulma looked over her shoulder to him and rolled her eyes before focusing back to the television and the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.
"This doesn't even look good."
"I don't care eat! And stop rolling those eyes at me."

Tien arrived at nine thirty, packing the entire load of luggage into the trunk of the limo before everyone came down to split up. Vegeta had pulled Goku aside before going down to the lobby.
"Make sure she safe you baka. I'll kill you if you don't keep an eye on her."
"Don't worry so much Vegeta. I was her bodyguard a lot longer then you have, and she's still alive." Goku replied with a goofy grin.
"Hn, just luck. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, and make sure she eats."
"Don't worry Vegeta. I'll take real good care of your mate."
"Baka! She isn't my mate. I'll trade off with you in a few days, that's if I haven't killed your mate yet."
"You wouldn't kill ChiChi. And yes, Bulma is your mate." Goku grinned with a sing song voice.
"She pisses me off I will. Now, get out of here with the onna. I'll contact you in a few days. Make sure she keeps that damn freaky blue hair hidden so no one sees her." Goku nodded his head, gave Vegeta a smile before taking Bulma along with him down in the elevator.

"Now Gohan, you remember what I said and be good for Piccolo ok?"
"Mom, just go already. We're going to have lots of fun aren't we Mister Piccolo?" Gohan looked up to see the tall Namek behind him giving him a weird look.
"Not too much fun. Last time that happened you ended up out in the wilderness lost."
"He wasn't lost, it was part of his training. You can't expect him to ride your apron strings his entire life do you?" ChiChi looked up at Piccolo, her jaw hanging slack in shock of what he had just said.
"Now you listen here mister! Gohan doesn't have time to train, he's going to be a great scholar someday and won't have any use in this stuff."
"But Mom, I'm going to be just like Daddy when I get old enough."
"Don't you talk back to your mother like that!" ChiChi shouted down at the young demi-saiyan as he recoiled from her screaming.

"If you are done with the harpy-brat bonding I would like to leave soon. Piccolo, you know what to do." Piccolo gave Vegeta a cut nod before picking Gohan up under his arm and walking away.
"What was that all about?" ChiChi huffed out at Vegeta, her finger planted in the middle of his chest poking it.
"Should I remind you that if you do not stop that immediately I will break that appendage off and feed it to Shithead."
"You wouldn't dare." She seethed at him, her eyes narrowing with anger.
"Try me." He growled back, his eyes mirroring ChiChi's angry ones. She pushed her index finger right into his chest with a sneer gracing her lips. Before she could withdraw the finger, Vegeta had hoisted her over his shoulder marching towards the elevators. ChiChi strung together a slue of curse words that actually shocked him as he gave a chuckle at her as she wiggled and kicked to get herself free.

The lobby was quiet with the exception of some cleaning maids pushing carts towards the elevators for their morning rounds. Tien, Piccolo, and Krillin stood near the huge glass doors waiting for Vegeta to come down with ChiChi so they could leave. Goku and Bulma left a half hour earlier for Capital City with the van, Bulma driving because no one trusted Goku to even be behind the wheel, sober or not.

"Hey guys!" A voice called out to the group at the doors. 17 came out of the doors of the hall that was used for the benefit a few days before. Piccolo watched him closely as he came up to them and started to make small talk with Tien and Krillin.
"What are you doing here 17? Shouldn't you be guarding that afro man or something?"
"Seems he dropped one of his credit cards here the other night and he sent me over here to find it. Seems the management haven't found one, so I took it upon myself to check out the hall. But I got to get going, nice to see you guys again." 17 said in an annoyed voice as he pushed back some of his black hair away from his face. His blue eyes sparkled against the morning sun making them more unnaturally blue then they were as he gave a small wave.
"Tell your sister thanks for me." Krillin voiced loudly so 17 could hear him before the door closed shut. The android stopped and walked back to the door and cracked it open.
"For what?"
"For bringing me back here last night after getting me totally shitfaced." 17 gave a small laugh and a nod.
"You should know better then that Krillin. I'll tell her when I get back. Laters." He gave a wave again as the door shut and

The expressway was mildly busy for a Saturday morning as Bulma weaved in and out of traffic. She giggled like a schoolgirl as she pressed her foot to the accelerator.
"Bulma don't you think you should slow down before we get pulled over or get in an accident?" Goku asked he gripped the dashboard, his knuckles turning white.
"Goku, lighten up a little. I haven't been able to drive like this in two years and this is great!" She exclaimed loudly before reaching over to turn the music up louder.
"Well Yamcha isn't around anymore Bulma. You can drive anywhere now, as long as one of us are with you." Goku raised his voice above the sound of thumping base so she could hear him. She frowned slightly at the mention on Yamcha's name. She'd miss him; miss having him around in general.

"I know Goku, I won't have a normal life anymore will I?" Goku shifted his head from looking out the window to look at her as her hair blew in the wind from the open window.
"No, I don't think you will. This is just the beginning of your celebrity life." He shook his head and racked his hand through his unruly black locks before looking over to her again.
"And look at how much I've lost in such a small amount of time. I can't get my mother back. My poor father won't have a wife to look after him. Barney is gone now, he was my best friend when I thought I didn't have friends."
"You've always had friends even when you didn't think so. Now you can stop thinking about living to be an old maid."
"If you're talking about Vegeta, I don't know what to think about him."
"He marked you so you must know what to think about him." Her eyes widened in shock and she whipped her head towards him to glare.
"How did you know? I thought I covered it up pretty good." She gapped at him before peeling back the neck of her tee shirt to try and see if anyone could see it. Bulma growled when she couldn't see it so she started to pull on the outside mirror to pull it in so she could see.

"Bulma stop that. You can look at yourself when we get to the flat."
"Damnit I want to see if I covered it up well enough. I told him I was pissed about that. He should know enough not to go around biting people."
"Bulma keep your eyes on the road." Goku voice sounded in her ears with a hint of anxiety.
"I'm going to kill that damn troll boy!"
"Bulma watch out!!!"