Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I only carry it around for looks ( Chapter 38 )

Someone to watch over me…

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, time wasn't going by fast enough. It was late morning, but the boredom bug had already bitten Bulma. Goku on the other hand was spending his time to his fullest, doing some exercises in the corner of the large living room area. She watched for a while before that in it's self became redundant. All the traveling in the last few weeks had put a serious cramp in her style. She hadn't had time to actually go out and look for the perfect dress to wear to the awards ceremony, and everyone knows its fashion show before the actual awards are giving out. She didn't want to go from best dressed from last years awards to worse dressed this year, but by the way things were going she would end up wearing last years style.

"Hey Goku?" Goku looked up from his push-ups to look at Bulma. She sat on the couch filing her nails in boredom.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we could go out sometime today? I don't want to be cooped up here longer then I have to. This place has nothing to do but stare at the walls."
"Go out? Not if you're driving again. But there is plenty to do, you could watch TV or something." He laughed nervously.
"Shush, I need to get a dress for the awards. I can't show up to it wearing last years rags. You know how embarrassing it would be if someone found out and put me on the worse dressed list? Ugh, I don't even want to imagine that."
"But Bulma, you have so many dresses, I'm sure you could find something perfect to wear."
"Not the point though. I guess you wouldn't understand since you're a guy." She sighed and looked back down to start filing her nails again.
"I understand a lot more then what everyone thinks I do. There isn't a whole lot up here in Capital City, but I'm sure we can find you something. Let me go get us some lunch first before we leave. I don't think I could make it with out some of that yummy pizza." Bulma smiled and shook her head.
"Well if you're going, pick me up a salad. Got to watch this figure of mine."

Krillin checked his watch for the third time in fifteen minutes before giving a huge smile to Tien.
"You're going to lose Tien, they haven't made a peep back there in over an hour." Tien glanced up to his mirror to find ChiChi and Vegeta locked in a staring contest. Neither of them wavering, ChiChi had the cell phone in her hand, finger on the speed dial ready at any moment to call Bulma or Goku.
"I still got sometime left. I'm pretty sure ChiChi will go ballistic when she finds out we're going back to the cabin to pick up that freaking cat. Hey maybe we should call Bulma and Goku and see if they want part of this bet"
"Well joy! You actually think Goku would bet? Come on now, he'd bet on both because one's his wife and the other is his best friend, even though Vegeta hates it. I can see it now, did you think on packing the bullet proof vests?"
"No why? I didn't think we'd need them for this little trip." Tien remarked.
"Damn, could of used them if things got a little rough."
"Well start the count down. We'll be at the cabin in twenty minutes."

Northly wasn't having much luck in finding anything incriminating against Vegeta in the room he used for storage. Boxes upon boxes of nothing but awards from around the world congratulating him on jobs well done.
"This isn't going anywhere." She said to herself as she lifted the heavy box back on the shelf before taking another one down.
"Well who's this? Hey kitty, what are you doing in this box?" Northly asked as she found the orange and white cat lying on top of the boxes contents. She scratched Shithead's ears gaining a small purr.
"I see why now, awww you're hiding your kittens in here." She gave a smile as she counted the little mirror images of their mother.
"Only three? Not all that bad. Does Vegeta know you're here all alone?" She stood up and brushed the creases out of her black slacks before a hand snaked around her mouth. She jumped about ready to rip herself free when an arm pinned her against the person's chest.

"You listen girly, I don't know why the hell you are doing up here at Vegeta's cabin, but you're not wanted. You put a little crimp in my plans but that's all right. You will not tell anyone that I was here or I will kill you like I killed that bitch's mother and that damn manager of hers. The whore was just a bonus." Northly nodded in reply, her eyes searching her peripheral vision trying to catch a glimpse of who was holding her. All the proof she needed for the case stood behind her holding her against her will. Vegeta was innocent.
"Good, I'm going to take off now, but I'll be watch you. One wrong move and I'll have you splattered around your home just like I did to that manager the other night." The man's voice hissed in her ear. He removed his hand from her mouth as he loosened the grip he had around her chest. Northly took a deep breath, feeling the constriction being released before she brought up an elbow nailing the man square in the chest.

The limo pulled up in front of the cabin slowly before coming to a stop. Vegeta got out first noticing the red car parked nearby, sticking out like a sore thumb near the small boat dock. Krillin and Tien exited the limo also noticing the strange vehicle parked there as well. Krillin looked to Vegeta then back to the car before pulling his gun from its holster just inside his suit jacket.

"You recognize that car?" Tien asked as he looked around the area for anything else suspicious. Krillin shook his head in answer as he approached the car.
"Could be a door to door salesman." Tien answered with a small nervous chuckle.
"Out in the middle of no where? Yeah, I can see that happening."
"Someone is in the cabin. I'm going to check it out." Vegeta growled and pulled his own gun from it's holster.
"Vegeta, I'm coming with you." Vegeta shook his head at Krillin and made his way towards the porch to enter.
"You stay out here and make sure if anyone comes out that you catch them. Or better yet, shoot first, ask questions later." Vegeta smirked and continued on his way.

The back limo door slammed open and ChiChi stepped out giving an angry glare towards Vegeta.
"Where the hell is he going with his gun out? And why and in the hell are we doing back here? I thought we were going to Ginger Town."
"Wench will you get back in the car and stay there unless you want to be killed, then by all means come with me."
"Fine! I should have never agreed to doing this for Bulma." ChiChi growled at the short saiyan before stomping her way back into the limo.

Goku left the flat to grab lunch for himself and Bulma, leaving her to do what she wanted. She found it funny that Goku actually left her by herself, going against Vegeta's orders. But she felt safe enough there. How couldn't anyone feel safe with the flat locked up like a fortress? Only thing missing was the moat and the dozen of trained attack dogs in front of the door. She pulled out her portable stereo and slipped a CD in to practice with. Bulma figured while she had the time, she could at least get some practice in so she wouldn't get rusty before the big awards ceremony. She stretched her legs out doing a series of crunches and finally finishing with the splits. She cranked the volume and proceeded to push some of the furniture towards the walls to give her enough space on the hard wood floors to use as a practice area.
"This will have to do for now." She smiled and dusted off her hands on her baggy jeans before she started a new routine she had working on. With the music blaring and her mind preoccupied, she didn't have a care in the world. It was only she and the music, no manager to tell her what she had to do next, no ChiChi to tell her that she did the steps all wrong, and especially no Vegeta to tell her she was ugly and her singing was terrible.

The blow Northly landed on the male assailant sent him crashing back against the wall sending boxes and other items tumbling from the shelves. She flipped her long hair away from her eyes so she could see whom she was against when a knee came up and caught her off guard in the stomach. Gasping for air that wouldn't come, she fumbled for her service revolver just inside her dress jacket, releasing the snap that held it in place and flipping the safety off. Her mind was screaming at her to get the hell out and call for back up, but she realized she was on her own, in a suspect house with no search warrant and was being over powered even with all the police schooling. Long fingers tangled in her hair yanking her backwards against the wall sending her revolver sliding across the floor. She brought up a foot, still wearing her high heels from the station and planted it in the assailant groin earning her a loud moan of pain before a hand can across the side of her face sending her against the wall again. Her only hope was to get away from him and find her gun; it was the only thing that would save her now.

"What are we doing out here Mister Piccolo?"
"Well kid, I'm going to train, and you're going to find something constructive to do while I meditate."
"You're not going to leave me in the woods again are you?"
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Because the last time you did that I almost got ate by some nasty creatures."
"Like I said, you are not going to let those powers go to waste. You just had to learn how to use them."
"Like this?" Gohan formed a small ki blast and took out half a mountainside with it. Gohan giggled at the expression on Piccolo's face, his eyes bulging out like a frog.
"Kid, I think you should be the one training. Go practice those katas that I taught you and don't blow up anything else while I meditate."
"Alright Mister Piccolo. After we're done can we go get some ice cream?"

Goku was on his way back to the flat with lunch he picked up from the pizzeria from around the corner. He balanced twelve pizzas in one hand and three bags of other treats in the other, trying desperately to get back so he could eat. His poor stomach was having a hard time controlling the loud gurgling noises from all the delicious smelling foods.
"Well this should prove interesting. Don't want to see all this good food hitting the ground." Goku said to himself as he cracked the door open wide enough to get his foot in and swing the door open without dropping the food.
"I can climb the four flights of stairs, or I can float up. But, if someone sees me floating up the stairs they might freak out just a bit. Don't need that I guess. But then again, I don't think Vegeta would mind me scaring the tenants here." He shrugged his shoulders and levitated off the floor going up towards the loud music that was coming from the top floor.
"Guess if my floating doesn't scare them away, that music Bulma's playing will. Got to get her to stop that before the cops come down here."

Two shots rang out like thunder right above Vegeta's head. He stopped and heard the scuffling on the floorboards, then glass shattering. He made his way up the stairs quickly as Krillin came in the door to follow Vegeta.
"Was that you?"
"No, I hate using this thing, I only carry it around for looks." Vegeta answered Krillin's question. He swung open the door of his storage room to find it in totally disarray, the window smashed out, and one female detective laying on the floor clutching her chest.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?
"Go after him! It was the stalker." She spat out in between short ragged breaths.
"Krillin, stay with the baka onna, I'll go see if I can find that bastard." Vegeta climbed to the window ledge and jumped out. Northly watched with mild surprise in her eyes before Krillin came over to check her out.
"You hurt?"
"I got shot twice and you're asking me a stupid question like that?"