Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Who is supposed to be with Bulma? ( Chapter 42 )

Someone to watch over me…


It was officially five in the afternoon, Tien had lost his bet with Krillin, and six was coming rapidly. Neither Vegeta nor ChiChi had made one single comment to each other after returning to the limo and leaving the cabin retreat with four new passengers aboard. By the way things looked, Piccolo would win the whole bet with Bulma killing Vegeta. Vegeta sat staring at the box containing his pet, even though he wouldn't admit to it, contemplating what the Rookie had told him about someone in their mists that was taking information to the stalker. But he couldn't figure out who would want to do something like that, unless they were being paid under the table. Kakarott was too loyal to even think about doing such a thing, but he always has a big mouth that sometimes lets things slip. The cue ball, he figured him loyal as well considering he was Kakarott's best friend. The three-eyed freak didn't hang around them that often to know what was going on half the time, so that left the jolly green giant. And same as before, Piccolo didn't talk much, rather sit by himself and meditate. He was at a total loss.

18 wasn't sure on what really happened, but she did recognize Bulma, she was actually surprised to see none of her guards around in sight, and that she was panicking. She wasn't expecting this at all today, but she learned to always expect everything at the worse possible moment. She came up to Capital City earlier in the day with Videl to do some shopping while Hercule was doing some speech in town. Videl had come back within moments dragging a portly man dressed in a security uniform through the crowd of people.

"Here I found him." Videl announced in a loud voice, before looking down to Bulma who was still on the floor out cold. 18 nodded in approval of the girl finding one so quick.
"What's her problem?" The man asked bending over at the waist to look down at Bulma.
"What does it look like pork chop? She passed out. Is there any medical personal here at this mall?"
"No, but I can call some for you."
"Do it. I need to get a hold of her 'friends'." 18 pulled out her cell phone and speed dialed Krillin's number as she crouched down next to Bulma waiting for him to answer.

Krillin was almost asleep when the sound of his cell phone ringing startled him. He jumped a little before fumbling through his pockets looking for it.
"Hello Satan City morgue, you stab them we slab them. Igor speaking how can I help you?"
"Funny Krillin. Who's supposed to be with Bulma?"
"18? What's going on?"
"Who is supposed to be with Bulma? I need to know who I should pound the shit out of."
"Goku is. What's going on? Why are you going to beat the shit out of him?"
"I'm over at the mall here in Capital City right now. Goku is no where around and Bulma is here in the middle of the mall out cold." Krillin's eyes went wide in shock.
"Goku isn't with her? Shit, we're almost to Satan City. Give us a bit we'll be there soon."
"Krillin?"
"Yeah?"
"Calm down, I'm with her. Just make sure Vegeta doesn't freak out ok?"
"You're asking the impossible you know that?"
"I know. I'll call you soon." And with that said, 18 hung up on her end leaving poor Krillin to tell Vegeta what was going on.

Goku had wandered aimlessly through the mall looking in almost every shop for Bulma. He was pissed that her ki level was so low, and with the huge number of people in the mall it was more then difficult to pick up on her signature. He growled to himself, shifting the box from hand to hand making his way down the main strip of the mall once again. A crowd of people just on the other side of the center fountain caught his attention, and like any curious person, he made his way to see what was drawing everyone's attention there.

"Excuse me, coming through. Excuse me." Goku made his way around the people that were in his way until he recognized a blonde female standing in the middle of the crowd.
"18! What's going on?" Goku asked loudly over the crowd's murmurs and gasps. 18 spun on her heels, giving Goku one hell of an evil look.
"Where the fu…flying fig newton have you been?" She spat out catching herself from screaming obscenities in the crowd. Goku just looked at her like she grew a third head with her line of questioning.
"I was looking for Bulma. Have you seen her at all?"
"Well you've found her." 18 seethed out pointing to the blue haired songbird lying on the floor. The box tumbled out of his hand as he made his way past 18 to collect Bulma off the cold floor.
"I called Krillin. He said that they'd be here soon I guess. I'm not sure exactly where he was at."
"Shit, not good. Why did you have to call him?"
"Because I don't have your number numb nuts. What else was I suppose to do? Take her home with me? I'm pretty sure Hercule would of gotten a kick out of that."
"No, but Vegeta is going to kick the shit out of me now. Here, help me with all this stuff I'll just take her back to the flat before Vegeta shows up here looking for me." Goku put on a nervous grin for 18.
"Do I look like a valet? Videl, help me with these packages. Goku I swear I'm always bailing your ass out of trouble with Vegeta. You still own me for that time you and ChiChi had…" 18 abruptly stopped with a cupped hand over her mouth.
"I know! I just owe you double now. Please?"
"Fine, lets get this over with."

Half way to Capital City, Vegeta noticed they were not going where he had told Tien to go. He growled in frustration before banging on the glass the separated the back from the front of the limo. Krillin cringed a little before opening the glass knowing the prince was going to start shouting. Krillin shot a hand up just as Vegeta opened his mouth to start the verbal beatings.

"I know, but I guess I'm going to have to tell you sometime. I guess now it a good of time as any."
"Get on with it shorty. Why are we heading to Capital City instead of Ginger Town like I asked?"
"Well there is a good reason behind that. And umm, well you know Bulma is in Capital City right?" He let out a nervous laugh and gulped loudly before continuing. Vegeta glared at him, his upper lip curling up showing his sharp canines to Krillin.
"Well before you fly off the handle let me just say this, everything is under control."
"Out with it before I pop your head off of your shoulders."
"18 called me a little while ago from the Capital City mall, well she found Bulma."
"Where the fuck is Kakarott at? I'm going to kick his ass all the way to the damn freakin sun…"
"18 said she didn't know where he was. But Bulma is going to be all right I guess. She panicked and passed out." Krillin stumbled the words out fast as he could watching Vegeta's face contort with every word.
"After killing Kakarott, you're next."

Shapes were blurred together, dark, light and a mixture of some grays. Bulma tried focusing her eyes to see the hovering face of Goku above her. His unruly spikes giving him away first, before she saw his goofy grin on his face.
"There you are. Bulma are you alright?" She shook her head trying to get the haze to lift.
"Yeah, yeah just fine." She said absently as she placed her hand to her head, the memories starting to flash back into her mind.
"I was looking all over for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere until I caught up with 18." Goku frowned, feeling bad that he actual left her by herself and having this happen to her. Bulma sat up looking around to her surroundings finding that she didn't recognize them at all until she was 18 and a little girl sitting on the other side of the limo.
"I was at the food court, figured that's where you went. Goku where is your phone?"
"Umm." He started to pat down his pockets before shrugging to her.
"I might of left it back at the flat. But I thought I had it with me."
"The stalker called me on you phone Goku. He could see me he knew where I was. He also said something about Vegeta. I think he hurt him."
"I think he was bluffing. No one can hurt Vegeta."

"Just don't kill him. I'm sure there was a good reason why he wasn't there." Krillin begged, as he got out of the limo in front of the flat in Capital City.
"Nonsense. The damn baka was probably thinking with his fucking stomach again. We all know that he doesn't use his head to think with. Come to think about it, I'm surprised he knew how to use the little head to get that damn half breed." Vegeta snorted as he climbed the stairs with ChiChi right behind him with Krillin coming up the rear with the box that contained Vegeta's cat.
"That is none of your business Vegeta! I have you to know that Goku is very good…"
"That's one mental image I do not wish to have in my head harpy. Now shut that trap of yours." Vegeta growled at her as the came up the last set of stairs. From the hall they could hear a lot of noise coming from inside the flat, and Vegeta being one that didn't like being kept waiting he banged on the door and shouted at Goku to open the door before he blasted it down.

"You rang?" Vegeta was greeted with a woman's voice before the door opened all the way.
"Great, someone else I didn't want to see today. Out of my way." Vegeta shoved past 18 as he entered the flat. ChiChi gave her a small smile as she came in closely followed by Krillin.
"Hey shorty. I told you to keep him calm."
"That is calm. Did you tell Goku to hide?" 18 snickered and rolled her eyes as she closed the door.

Bulma sat at the kitchen counter one hand supporting her head while the other pushed some food around on her plate. Goku was leaning on the counter on the far side of the kitchen watching Vegeta intently, making sure he wasn't going to charge at him for his stupidity. Without warning Vegeta kicked the pile of bags and boxes that sat near the couch sending them and the contents scattering across the room.

"What the fuck was that noise?" Vegeta asked after kicking the pile surprised to hear something in the pile squeak. Goku's eyes widen, he totally forgotten his box he had at the mall.
"Damn you Vegeta, I hope you didn't break it." Goku pushed away from the counter and past Vegeta trying to find the box in the scattered mess of women's bra's and panties. He blushed a little picking through the mess and sighing when he finally found what he was looking for. With the famous Son grin plastered to his face he marched over to Bulma with his arms extended out to her.

"Here, this is for you. This is where I was when you couldn't find me." Bulma furrowed her brows as she looked at the box for a moment before taking it from his hands. She was about to shake it when Goku stopped her.
"Just open it." Bulma gave him a questioning glare before pulling the top off, her expression softening.
"Awwww, thank you." She cooed out.
"Oh Kami help me." Vegeta whispered slapping his hand to his forehead.