Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Don't tempt me buster ( Chapter 37 )

Someone to watch over me…

By the time Vegeta got to the lobby with ChiChi over his shoulder, he was two seconds away from killing her on the spot. If he'd known that this was going to end up going this way he would of gone with something else to keep Bulma safe, but it was too late now, he was stuck with the screaming harpy from hell.

"I don't know what the hell Kakarott saw in you to make you his mate." Vegeta spat out, dropping her to the floor in front of the check in desk.
"If you weren't such an asshole, I'd behave nicer to you."
"I'm not going to change just for you to be nicer. Now listen to me and listen good. You piss me off anymore then you are now I will not hesitate to snap you in two. I'm sure Kakarott could find a better mate then you."

Krillin, Piccolo and Tien stood near the doors watching the show unfold in front of their eyes. Both couldn't resist the urge to laugh at the both of them. They were both so stubborn that neither of them would back down just a little.
"Want to take bets? I got twenty zeni on ChiChi." Krillin snickered out as he readjusted his sunglasses on his face.
"Sure what are we betting on?" Tien queried as he pulled out his wallet from his inside jacket pocket.
"Umm, I'm going with ChiChi laying him flat before the dinner bell rings at six."
"By laying him out flat? What context are we taking the bet on? Put me down for thirty on Bulma killing Vegeta." Piccolo smirked and gave a small chuckle before leaving to find Gohan so he could leave. Krillin and Tien looked shell shocked for a moment before returning to there bets.
"I have fifty zeni on Vegeta. I give him until lunch time before he blows her to kingdom come."
"You're on Tien."
"So what context are we betting on anyways?"
"Either."

"Bulma watch out!" Goku shouted at the preoccupied blue haired songtress to grab her attention back to the road. Bulma slammed on the breaks and cut the wheel hard left to avoid a slow moving car in her lane.
"Damn Sunday drivers! Watch where you're going!" Bulma laid on the horn and passed them giving them the one finger salute as she blew by them. Goku shrank back in his seat and double-checked his seatbelt.
"Bulma, listen to me. You need to calm down and not bring any more attention to us right now. This is Vegeta's last resort to keep you safe until we get this bastard."
"What good is it if I behave and have no fun in life or live my life to the fullest right now and die a happy woman?"
"And make Vegeta a very sad man."
"Pffft, I don't think he knows the meaning of that word let alone showing it."
"You'd be surprised."

Detective Northly was leaving her night shift late as usual. Mackay kept her busy most of the night going through more crime scene evidence and photos that didn't make sense to her. After doing some digging on government and country computer files, she found information on Vegeta. She made herself look busy while she skimmed through work records since he arrived in Japan. She was pretty impressed with his service record guarding top government officials, dignitaries, and even was on staff of the royal guards at one time. With this stuff under his belt, he didn't look like a murder suspect in her eyes, but she had to find out for herself. While she was looking she came across property deeds to many different houses all over the country. The cabin retreat seemed like a good place to start digging for evidence to either prove him innocent or guilty of the crime and she wanted to do it by herself. If Mackay did any of this he would of gotten the credit being a seasoned veteran of the force, while she would get nothing for being a balls to the wall rookie wanting to prove herself.

"I'll catch you tonight Northly, be ready to go over those lab reports." Mackay called out from his car as he drove past Northly. She gave a small wave acknowledging him while she fumbled with her keys to unlock her vehicle.
"Yeah, sure. What every you say you damn fat blob. I got better things to do." She snickered to herself before getting into her car and starting it.
"It's now or never Jessica. You have got to make a name for yourself and this is how you're going to do it. Lets check out that Cabin."

Vegeta was on his last nerve by the time he drug ChiChi out of the hotel lobby and straight into the awaiting limo. Tien and Krillin watching intently for any violence that might erupt that either of them could claim for the bet.
"Get your ass into the damn limo."
"Make me!" ChiChi shouted at him. He rolled his eyes and gave her a push backwards into the limo before slamming the door tight. Her screaming could be heard from outside of the limo making any hotel guests that passed by blush. Tien and Krillin gave nervous waves to the passersby, both wondering how in the world they ended up pulling this duty.
"You clowns ready to go, or are you to busy flirting with that fat cow that just went into the hotel?"
"I didn't know your Mother was in town Vegeta, otherwise I would of brought my pail and little stool so I could milk her." Krillin came back to Vegeta's comment. The look in Vegeta's eyes flamed with anger as he shot towards the smaller guard in fury.

"Oh shit!" Krillin bailed into the open limo door locking it quickly before Vegeta could get to him.
"Don't you dare blast my limo!" Tien shouted out as he saw Vegeta raise his hand to form a ki blast.
"Vegeta! Don't you dare kill Krillin or I'm telling Goku and Bulma what you were doing." ChiChi yelled as she got out of the back of the limo.
"He just insulted my mother and you expect me to sit here and laugh about it? I'm going to thump that bald head like a melon." ChiChi raised her cell phone from her purse and gave Vegeta an evil look and laugh.
"Don't tempt me buster. I have both Bulma and Goku on speed dial and I'm not afraid to us it either!"
"Don't you threaten me wench!"
"Wench? Wench? That's it, I'm calling Bulma!" ChiChi pressed a few buttons on her cell and got into the limo again and locked her door.
"Fuck! There goes my sex for months now."

The Capital City limits signs came into view, Goku sighed in relief. He didn't know if he could take another mile with her at the wheel. Bulma was bouncing her head along with the beat of a song, mouthing the words with a smile.
"So where is this place?"
"What?"
"Goku, where is this place? I don't know where to go from here."
"Oh? Oh yeah! Umm go up to the next red light and hang a left. It's a few blocks down. I hope that pizza place is still on the corner. They made the best pizza in town."
"Why must everything be associated with food?" Goku just smiled at her and shrugged.
"Doesn't look like much changed around here in five years. Still looks exactly the same."
"Why does Vegeta have so many houses Goku?"
"I'm not sure, he's always been that way I guess since he's arrived here. I think he has a few more around still, but he mostly stays in the house in Satan City if he's around long enough." Bulma nodded in confusion. Vegeta was pretty strange sometimes.

The long stretch of highway rolled on as Northly checked her map while she was driving. She gave herself another hour before she reached the property Vegeta owned on the lake just north of where she was. Thankfully she stopped at a small café on her way out of town to grab a large coffee to keep her awake on the long drive.

"Only thing pinning Vegeta to this crime is the hearsay evidence at the scene. One bloody shirt doesn't make him a murderer. But hate and motive does. What kind of motive would Vegeta have for killing his employer's manager? We know from the statements given that Yamcha was not liked much by the bodyguards. Two, the guards have said that Yamcha often pulled last minute public exposure stunts which infuriated Vegeta. But still that's no motive unless there are things deeper. Scorned Lover perhaps?" Northly dictated into a small recorder as she drove. She knew she could get to the bottom of this case and find out whom the real murderer was. She had several friends at the department of motor vehicles checking for dark colored sports cars registered in the area that might bring some light to the case.

After ten more minutes of Vegeta growling and ChiChi threatening him, they finally left the hotel. Neither Tien or Krillin had won the bet yet, but there was still plenty of time before the lunchtime deal line for Tien's bet would expire.
"Wench stop looking at me like that." Vegeta snarled from the seat across from ChiChi.
"What are you going to do? Rip my eyes out and feed them to your attack cat?"
"Hn, good idea. Where is Shithead when you need him."
"At your cabin the last time I checked. I refused to hunt that damn thing down for the ride back to the city."
"You left my cat there?"
"I'm not a kennel employee, I'm Bulma's assistant."
"By the way you smell I would of never guessed that first."

Bulma walked the four flights of stairs up to the top floor flat that Vegeta called his 'home' so to speak. From the looks of the place, no one had been there in years with the thick layers of dust and spider webs on everything. All the windows were heavily barred; the door had three different locks and chains, plus an alarm system on the wall next to the door.
"I see Vegeta is pretty picky about security on the dump."
"He's always like that. You seen all the stuff he did to your property? He wanted to do a lot more but I told him that it would be like caging you."
"This place gives me the creeps." Bulma wrinkled her nose to dust that was stirred up into the air.
"It's not bad, but I guess you'll get use to it. You'll probably be here for a while." Bulma's eyes became wide as she spun on her heel to look at Goku.
"A while?" He gave his best Son grin.
"I'm in hell." She whined out.

The dark canopy of trees blocked out most of the sun on the road as Northly approached her destination. Straight ahead of her stood a beautiful cabin nestled in the mountains right on the banks of a sparkling lake.
"Wow, I'd love to have a place up here like this. Too bad Vegeta owns all the land around here. Ok Jessica, should I take the front or back door? Screw it, go in the back door." She shook her head, hardly believing she was talking to herself again as she hiked the short distance around the back of the house looking for a door. She found a small patio and smiled, that would be her way in. She pulled a small pouch out of her jacket pocket that contained a set of lock picks. She snorted to herself finding it funny that only ten years ago she was picking locks on the other side of the law. What surprised her most was that she gave it up to go into criminal justice of all things.

"Yes! I knew I could still do it. Only took me fifteen minutes. That's about fourteen minutes too long." She laughed as the lock sprung and the door opened. She pocked the pouch and entered the cabin closing the door behind her. She pulled her recorder out of her pocket checking the tape before she pushed the record button.
"Looks like someone has been here recently. Smell food in the air, not sure what it is. The dinning area checks out fine. I'm not entering the kitchen area. Oh my Kami, look at the blood. Large amount of blood on the floor and kitchen chair. Will take samples of this before I leave to send to lab for tests. No signs of a struggle. Going to check the rest of the house." She continued her walk down the hall to a staircase. She looked around before she decided to go up and see what else was in the house before she started her major snooping. Opening the first door she came to, she found the room Bulma had found herself in just days ago, looking through things herself.

"Good as place to start I guess." Northly sighed out and started her digging in the multitude of boxes. Within minutes she was completely engulfed in all the interesting certificates and awards, she didn't notice the person right behind her, watching her every movement.