Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I'll make sure she goes out in glory ( Chapter 40 )

Someone to watch over me…


Bulma had managed to talk Goku in to going out and getting away from the dingy flat that made her crave her freedom. She quickly dressed herself in some jeans and baggy sweatshirt and pulled her hair up into a ball cap, hoping that would be enough to disguise her while they were out. She really wasn't in the mood to battle the massive amounts of fans and the push media always looking for a hot story to put on the television, weather it be true or not. She couldn't wait to see when the media picked up that she was actually romantically, if you could call it that, involved with her personal bodyguard. They, the media would have a field day with it. She could see the headlines now 'Bulma Briefs private bed room protection.' With fuzzy black and white pictures that are suppose to be her and Vegeta.

"I'm ready!" Bulma announced as she bounded out of the bathroom, searching for her tennis shoes, finding them exactly where she kicked them off.
"Took you long enough." Goku replied from the flat door looking at his watch.
"I'm sorry! I had to find something to hide this mop of blue under. It's not easy when you can be spotted three miles away because of your hair color you know. Wait just a minute. You are not wearing that." Bulma looked him over finding him in a suit that he always wore while out guarding her in public.
"What's wrong with this? I always wear stuff like this. You've never complained about it before." Goku looked himself over finding nothing wrong with the way that he was dressed at all.
"Nothing, but you don't need to wear that. Look at me and look at yourself. I think that would draw attention. Go find something a little less obvious. All I need now is being trampled by fans and media."
"Fine, if that will make you happy I'll go change my clothes just for you." Goku shook his head as he passed Bulma, heading for the bedroom he picked out to use.
"Yes it will make me happy. And you better not wear that orange training thingy either. It's not fit for public." She shouted at the now closed door.
"It's not a thingy Bulma, it's a training Gi. And ChiChi says I look very handsome in it thank you very much."
"Well what ever it is, don't wear it out with me. You can wear it around Chi all you want."

The darkness fogged in on Vegeta after the hit the stalker landed on the back of his neck. Tumbling face first into a bed of dried leaves and pine needles, the name of the woman he protects choked out, the stalker watched intently for Vegeta to get back up and face him. Finding a nice stick, he reached over and poked Vegeta several times in the ribs with it getting no reaction from him what so ever. A cocky grin appeared on the stalkers face, as he walked around Vegeta's body, circling his prey.

"What shall I do with you now? It would be so easy to put you out of your misery right now wouldn't it? Gut you with this buck knife I have here and decorate the forest with your entrails and let the hawks and buzzards have a feast fit for a king, or should I say prince?" The stalker laughed loudly at his pun, all intended at the unconscious prince at his feet.
"When I was told about this job, I thought I'd have a little fun trying to get her. I'm sure you had lots of fun with her trying to keep her away from my destruction. A little too much fun I think. How do you like fucking her? Is she good? Kami I hope so, because I plan on taking her for myself before I kill her." The stalker brought back his foot planting a kick right into Vegeta's rib cage. Vegeta groaned but still remained in darkness.
"You just remember I was hired to kill her, and I'm not going to stop until it's done. I'm very persistent if you will, but I'll make sure she goes out in glory, or should I say very gory." The stalker grabbed a fist full of ebony locks so he could look at Vegeta's face.
" Shit seems your friends are on their way to find your midget ass. I'll wait to kill you. I got better things to do actually then stain my clothes today. You keep her safe if you can until the awards next month and I'll see you then. Hmmm I wonder if she's busy now? I should go pay her a visit." The stalker relinquished his grip on his hair and threw down the stick he'd used to poke Vegeta with next to his body before disappearing into the thick brush and trees of the forest.

Back at the cabin Krillin was introducing Detective Northly the best he could to one pissed off ChiChi and one starry eyed Tien.
"Well, just call me Jessica please. Detective Northly is a little formal really since I'm off of work right now."
"So you're really trying to get Vegeta off the hook for the other night." Jessica nodded her head to the three-eyed man while she snapped her vest back in place over her tank top so she could put the shoulder holster back on for her revolver.
"Yep, actually if I can solve this case on my own I think I could get a good promotion in the department. I really hate working with Mackay; he's such a dick. He thinks I can't do shit, but I'm going to prove him wrong."
"I can give you some information about it." ChiChi said as she spoke up from behind them.
"Any information on this would really help me out a great deal."

"Hey Tien did you feel that?" Krillin asked as he turned to face the woods with a worried expression on his face.
"What are you talking about dopey?"
"Vegeta's ki. You didn't feel it drop rapidly?" Tien furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side before his expression mirrored Krillin's worried look.
"This isn't good, we better go see what's going on." Krillin pulled his gun once again, walking in the direction he last felt Vegeta's strong ki signature. Jessica looked between the two men; confused as hell she caught up with Krillin.
"What are you talking about? What's ki?" Jessica asked, stumbling over her feet trying to keep on her feet while she chased after Krillin for answers.
"Ki is your life energy, easy way to explain it. I felt Vegeta's drop suddenly. If you're coming you better grab that pea shooter." Krillin rattled out stopping at the edge of the woods to wait for the detective to catch up with him.
"Then wait for me." Jessica ran back to her car, popping the trunk open and grabbing what appeared to be a shotgun out of a case. She pulled back on the pump and checked the ammo before slamming the trunk shut and running back to them the best she could in heels.
"Here, never can be too prepared." She grinned and handed Tien her service revolver, while she slung the shotgun over her shoulder following Krillin into the woods.
"You didn't come to prepared. Those shoes aren't going to make it in these woods."
"I'm aware of that shorty, but you'll be surprised." Jessica smirked, keeping close to the two men as they started to move faster. ChiChi stood there with her mouth hanging open watching them leave her.
"I see how they are, leave me here with out anyone to protect me. Damn it I wish I was with Goku." She growled out as she climbed back into the limo and locked the doors.

Bulma came out of the dressing room showing off the latest dress in front of Goku. He sat on a comfortable bench just outside the dressing room trying his hardest to be patient.
"So what do you think of this one? Too poofy?" Bulma twirled letting the royal blue material flow around her legs. Goku studied it for a moment, just like the last twenty or so dresses before it before he answered.
"Looks like a prom dress. You don't need to look like you're going to a junior prom." He snorted. Bulma turned towards the mirror and frowned.
"Yep, you're right. Looks like I'm trying to hide my fat ass in this thing. Let me go try the other ones on." She scooted off to the dressing room once again. Goku leaned his arms against his knees, watching people coming and going from the store before resting his chin in the palm of one of his hands. Bulma came out a few moments later wearing a curve fitting white dress. Clear crystal beads glittered under the artificial lighting making the dress look like it was made out of diamonds. Goku looked over when he heard the dressing room door open and close, and ended up doing a double take.
"Whoa, I think that one is a keeper."
"You think so?" She asked looking at herself in the mirror. She turned from side to side before grasping the material under her arms and hiking the bodice up higher.
"I would make one suggestion though."
"What's that? I didn't know you were into fashion Goku."
"I'm not, but I know when sneakers don't go with a dress like that." She glanced down to find her favorite pair of worn in tennis shoes still on her feet.
"Oh come on! I bet I could start a new fashion trend like this."
"So are we done yet? I'm starting to get hungry."
"One more stop. I have to get the perfect shoes." Goku blinked in shock then vowed to himself silently to never ever go shopping with her ever again.

Krillin and Tien followed the low ki signature of Vegeta for some distance, taking a few wrong turns before realizing they were walking in circles. Jessica still wasn't sure of the whole ki business but trusted the two men to find where Vegeta had gone. She made a self-reminder to herself to have them teach her this technique; she felt it would come in pretty handy.
"Are you sure that we're going in the right direction?"
"I know I felt it around here Tien. Just keep looking."
"I'll just got look over here." Jessica mumbled out, pointing in the direction she was going leaving Krillin and Tien to bicker with each other. Her heels crunched the dead and drying leaves under her feet as she scuffled along what seemed to be a small animal trail. Sidestepping fallen tree branches, vines and thorns snagging her outfit, shredding it to threads, she found what they were looking for.

"Hey! Over here! I found him!" She shouted out loud enough for the men to hear her. Keeping a cautious eye on her surroundings, she made her way towards him, hoping she wasn't falling into a trap of some sort. The rustling of brush and leaves came in her direction as she stood over the prince, surveying the scene. She crouched down finding him still breathing, his face shoved into the dirt, his jet-black hair littered with pine needles and leaves.
"I'd be careful if I were you, he gets violent when someone wakes him up." Krillin warned her as she came upon the scene with Tien a few steps behind. Jessica shrugged her shoulders at them and shook the prince by his shoulders calling his name. He grunted softly at first, murmuring something incoherently in his native tongue before is eyes shot open, the anger and rage dancing on the midnight pools.

"That fucker!" Were the prince's first words, realizing he was lying on the damp cold forest floor surrounded by his fellow guards and the detective.
"Vegeta, calm down. Who ever it was is gone now. Looks like you're going to have a nasty bump back here though." Krillin replied to Vegeta's curses, his finger poking at the knot on the back of Vegeta's neck.
"Stop touching me you Cueball!" He spat out, smacking Krillin's hands away from him quickly.
"He's right. That was the stalker, and the both of us have felt his wraith today. Where is Bulma?" Jessica asked getting back up, stretching her aching arms.
"She's with Kakarott."
"She's not safe. I don't think he's working alone."