Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Shithead you are a traitor ( Chapter 41 )

Someone to watch over me…


After three shoe stores, Bulma found a pair of shoes that would go perfect with the dress after trying on at least a hundred different pairs. Goku had almost given up hope of ever escaping the torture which women find pleasure in.
"I hope you don't need to make anymore stops Bulma. I don't think I could take sitting in another store." Bulma shifted her bags in her hands before looking up at him with a smile.
"That wasn't all that bad was it?" Goku had to think fast, he didn't want to get her mad.
"Uh, no. But I bet Vegeta would have had more fun then I did though."
"Of course, blowing the stores up and causing malicious destruction. Yes that would be fun. And I thought the media was a giant circus now, wait until Veggie blows something sky high. That should be fun to explain."

Vegeta growled to himself, hoisting his body to his feet to get off the ground, raking his hands through his hair. His muscles trembled in anger of being caught off guard causing him to be beaten down into unconsciousness. He didn't hear him, see him, there was no ki signature, and defiantly no scent that he could remember before darkness consumed his mind. Vegeta the prince of all saiyans reduced into a heap on the forest floor in the matter of seconds, how could he protect Bulma if he couldn't even protect himself from being caught off guard? He looked from his clenched fists to the people standing around him. Krillin kept his distance from him, probably afraid that he would be in line for a beating if he said anything. Tien had bowed out, mumbling something about going back to the limo to check on ChiChi. And then there was the detective, so sure of herself standing a few feet away from him. Her red hair tousled out of the ponytail she had secured it in. He was still confused why in the hell she was even there, but it didn't matter now, she had a run in with the stalker and she could provide him with a description.

"I thought you were shot?" Vegeta's question came to Jessica's ears, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"He got two rounds off. I was still wearing my bullet proof vest, best decision I've made in years not to take it off after my shift ended." She answered, shifting her weight uncomfortably on her heels, using the shotgun as support.
"You're not as stupid as I thought. What did you mean that you don't think he's working alone? Please enlighten me to your thinking process."
"He's getting information some how. How did he know where you'd be?" Vegeta furrowed his brows glaring at her.
"Meaning? No one knew we were going to be up here at all, I made the decision to come up here after I forgot to get something up here."
"Just what I said. Some how he knew you were going to be here today with Bulma. He said I put a crimp in his plans, and he wasn't going to let me stand in his way. If you didn't show up when you did, I'd probably been dead."
"You probably would have been. You are stupid to be by yourself."
"That's not my point here. I'm a big girl and can handle myself. Or so I thought until today. He was too fast for me, so much stronger. I've never had a problem subduing someone, but today, there was no way, all the professional training went right out the window."
"So you think there is someone giving away the information then?" Jessica nodded her head to him, her flame red locks tumbling into her face.
"Spies are not that uncommon, who knows, you're hotel suit could have been bugged along with the limo. So Bulma is with the other guard then?"
"In Capital City, at one of my other houses. I figured since I have not been there in years, no one would even think to look there."
"Lets hope you are right. If that limo is bugged, she's not going to be very safe in Capital City, even with Kakar…err Goku screw it who ever the hell his name is."

Some how or another Goku was once again conned into going into another store, this one he would rather face the bottomless pits of hell then be in. He managed to slip away from her, waiting outside the store, trying his best to melt into the scenery so no one could see him waiting.
"Who every decided it was a good idea to put women's unmentionables into one store should be shot." Goku grumbled under his breath trying to keep his eyes any place then the entrance of store where women were giving him weird looks. Scanning the area, his eyes fixed on a store he wouldn't mind going in. His face brightened and the famous Son grin graced his face once again. With a little spring in his step, he left 'Cherry's house of Lingerie' behind, making a beeline across the mall.

The flat was darkened; the only sound was the traffic bustling below and the several locks being unlocked from the outside. A tall figure stood in the doorway for a minute before entering, looking for the light switch on the wall near the door. Not finding the switch, he entered taking a few steps before almost falling flat on his face.
"Is this what you're looking for?" A small voice came from the doorway before the lights came on.
"Thanks kid." Piccolo grumbled out, slightly embarrassed that he tripped over a large rug that was rolled up by the couch. Gohan came in smiling, looking around the flat in fascination. His face was covered in sticky chocolate ice cream Piccolo had promised him if he behaved while he meditated.
"So where is Daddy and Auntie Bulma at? You said they would be here." Piccolo nodded, looking around to see if either of them left a note, but figured there wouldn't be one considering they weren't expecting them to show up.
"If I know your father well enough, he probably drug Bulma out to get food. We'll just wait here for them." Piccolo sat back on the couch and closed his eyes, while Gohan went to the huge windows looking over the city.

Bulma found herself caught up talking to the manager of the lingerie store for what seemed to be an eternity. She found so many things that she wanted that she couldn't help herself and bought it all. The gossip from the sales people said that another nominee up for best female performer was in earlier in the day bragging about her dress and date to the awards. Bulma just snickered knowing she had the better dress and better date then any of them. Well that's if she could get Vegeta to be her date instead of bodyguard that night, which she didn't think would happen. Knowing the circumstances, she's get stuck with Krillin or Tien as a date this year seeing Yamcha wasn't amongst the living anymore. The sales clerk handed Bulma back her credit card and handed the bags to her with a smile, wishing her good luck at the awards on her way out of the store. Bulma stopped outside the entrance of the store, the last place she saw a blushing Goku standing.
"Well this is great. I bet he got so embarrassed that he took off down to the food court." Bulma sighed out, trying to keep all of her bags in her hands. She pushed her sunglasses up on her face with her shoulder and proceeded to march down to the food court to look for the wayward saiyan.

Goku left the store that caught his eye carry a small box in his right hand. His smile had gotten bigger since entering the store and finding the perfect gift for his friend. He made his way through the crowd, going back to the lingerie store to get Bulma. She had to be done by the time he got back. He looked through the windows, trying to find the familiar baseball cap she wore above the racks of bras and panties, but finding the store almost empty besides the sales people. He frowned slightly looking around the crowded strip of the mall trying to find her.
"Shit! Where the hell did she go to now? Should I stay here incase she comes back here for me or go looking for her?" Goku muttered to himself shifting the box to the other hand. All he could think of was that the stalker found her and had kidnapped her, or a crowd of fans found her. The wraith of ChiChi was looking pretty good to him at the moment, because the wraith of Vegeta would be a thousand times worse then anything.

Vegeta sat on the hood of the limo eyeing the orange and white cat that sat next to the cardboard box grooming herself. He just shook his head, slightly peeved at it.
"Shithead you are a traitor! You weren't out looking for onna cats, you were the onna cat prowlin the neighborhood and got knocked up."
"You didn't know that she wasn't a he?" Krillin asked trying to subdue his laughter.
"I assumed it was a male. Not like I went searching for its gender. How would you like me to pick you up by the scruff of the neck and look and see what you are?" Krillin backed away quickly not wanting to be picked up like that.
"I'll just take your word on that. So detective, you heading back to the city?"
"Yeah. I need some sleep before my shift starts at ten tonight, plus I have to figure out how to explain the bullet holes in my vest. But if you need me, here is my card. My cell phone is always on." She dug in her pocket and grabbed a card to give to Krillin.
"Hey Rookie." Jessica turned around to face Vegeta with a surprised look on her face.
"Yea?"
"Stay away from my houses. I'm not hiding anything. We'll get this guy."
"Sure will." She gave him a salute and got into her car, disappearing down the tree lined dirt road.

Bulma sat at a small table at the food court, chin cradled in the palm of her right hand as she watched people walking around. She was hoping she would have found Goku, or the other way around by now. She swept a piece of soft pretzel through some yellow goo that was passed off as cheese and popped into her mouth. Taking a look at her watch, she realized it was late afternoon already and she was beat. Sighing lightly she went back to eating what resembled food when her cell phone rang. She reached into her purse snatching the ringing phone out of the side pocket. The caller id said it was Goku calling. She smiled before answering the phone.

"Goku where the hell are you? I've been looking for you for the past hour." She ranted right away without pausing to listen to him.
"Hello Bulma." She stopped mid sentence when she heard the voice. It wasn't Goku's voice; it was huskier, sort of muffled sounding.
"Who is this? Goku you better not be playing some sick joke on me or I'll have Vegeta kill you." Her voice not wavering a bit even though fear had struck her already.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Poor Goku, so where is he? I don't see him anywhere. And I don't think Vegeta will be saving you seeing the last time I saw him he was in the middle of the woods unconscious."
"He's right here with me. What did you do to Vegeta?" She stuttered out.
"Bullshit, I'm watching you right now. You're at the food court eating. You're the one trying to hide that ugly ass hair under that black baseball cap. Don't worry about your Vegeta, he should be out for awhile." Bulma went into panic mode after he described where she was and what hat she was wearing, not to mention what he was saying about her lover. Bulma nervously looked around, faces blurred together, everyone looked like they were on their cell phones making it impossible to pick anyone out of the crowd. She got up on her shaky legs, grabbed her bags and started to speed walk out of the area.
"So where are you going Bulma? You can't hide from me for very long." The voice said to her with a manic laugh. Her face was contorting in fear, tears forming in her eyes. She chucked the phone against the wall as hard as she could manage, shattering it into a million pieces. Mall patrons watched as she started to run from the area, her hat carelessly falling off her head as she rounded a corner away from the food court. The sea of faces all swirled together, she couldn't breath. She was to panic gripped to do anything.

"Goku!" She screamed as loud as her quivering voice would allow her to. Bulma leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face, when a hand touched her shoulder. Her body stiffened in fear.
"Bulma? Bulma!" She was caught by a set of arms after she fainted.
"What's wrong with her?" A little girl asked looking at one of her favorite singers passed out on the floor.
"She fainted, do me a favor Videl, go get mall security for me." 18 said to the little raven-haired girl she was assigned to guard. By then a crowd had started to form around the area where Bulma was on the floor with 18 trying to keep people away from her. Videl pushed her way through the crowd to get back dragging a man behind her.
"Here, I found him."