Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ What you can't perform with an audience? ( Chapter 43 )

Someone to watch over me…


While Bulma cooed over her gift from Goku, it caught everyone else's attention. Piccolo looked up from his meditation to find a lacey pair of purple undies balanced perfectly on his right antenna from Vegeta's little temper tantrum. He grumbled to himself, trying to keep his urge to blast them all to hell under control.

"What the hell is that thing Kakarott?" Vegeta asked looking down into the box with a disgusted look plastered to his features.
"You don't know what that is?" Gohan asked after peering into the box then back to Vegeta.
"I think he's stupid." Videl whispered to Gohan, but sensitive saiyan hearing caught it all, making Goku laugh and Vegeta to threaten the life of the little girl.
"Brat, watch that tongue of yours before I rip it out." Videl went tight lipped and backed away slowly.
"Well it's a guard dog of course. But it's still a puppy." Goku said very matter of factly to everyone. Bulma looked at him for a minute before she burst out in a fit of laughter. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow to her thinking she might of lost her sanity finally, while Goku frowned, thinking that he disappointed her.
"It looks like a fluffy rat." 18 commented as she approached, looking down into the box also.
"You disregarded your post to protect her to get this thing? Prepare to die Kakarott." Vegeta started to charge a ki blast in his right hand when Bulma reached out and stopped him. She shook her head at him to stop; slowly he let the ki dissipate in his lowering hand. Satisfied that Vegeta wasn't going to start a war with Goku, she reached into the box and pulled out the 'guard' dog that was shaking with all the loud voices.

"Aren't you a cute little girl? You know Goku; this is a teacup poodle. She won't get that much bigger then this."
"Onna, might I suggest you look and make sure that's a female first before assuming." Bulma looked at him for a moment before taking a peek.
"Yep its a girl. You didn't know it was a girl by the pink bows on its ears?"
"Bulma don't ask, he's had a rough day finding out he's a ummm grandpa three times over." Krillin snickered.
"Wow, I didn't know you had kids Vegeta. Congrats."
"I don't you imbecile. The Cueball is referring to Shithead, which is a traitor! The blasted thing had disgusting litter of kittens in a box at the cabin. On my awards no less."
"Awww let me see." Bulma jumped off the stool she was sitting on to go see the new babies. She peered down into the box smiling brightly at the cute sight.
"I want one of those kittens." Videl announced to everyone giving a nod of her head.
"Here then." Vegeta snaked his hand into the box, swiftly snagging a very small orange and white kitten out and thrusting it into her hands.
"Hey! You can't do that; it's just a baby still. It needs it mother for at least another six or seven weeks before its ready to leave and live on its own." Bulma protested taking the kitten back and placing it back in the box to nurse. She gave Vegeta an evil eye before her face softened as she looked down to the little puppy in her lap.
"What am I going to name you? You can't be a Barney." She stroked the white poof of fur on top of its head.
"How about Marshmallow? It looks like one."
"Goku, why does everything revolve around food?"

After an hour of bickering between everyone, Vegeta threatened them all to death if they did not leave his flat. All his plans ruined, he would just ride this out and figure out a way to keep her safe. Goku left, taking ChiChi with him to go back to their guesthouse on the mansion property. Piccolo and Krillin left together to do some training while everyone was biding time, and 18 took both Videl and Gohan with her. The young girl took a liking to Gohan right away. He was the perfect size to beat up on, or though she thought she could beat up on. With the flat now quiet with the exception of faint purrs from Shithead and small yippee barks from Marshmallow, Vegeta could finally get a straight answer to what happened to Bulma that afternoon. She told him of her drive with Goku, and why she wasn't allowed to drive in his presences ever again, not like his driving was that much better. After rushing her through her shopping excursion not wanting to know the detail of ever shoe and underwear she tried on, he got the information that he needed.

"So the asshole called your cell phone?"
"Didn't I just tell you that? I was at the food court figuring Goku and his stomach would show up there when my phone rang. It said it was Goku calling so I answered you know. He knew where I was; he could see me sitting at a table. He told me exactly what I had on. I don't know if I have ever been that afraid. So I got up and got the hell out of there, but he was still talking on the phone, told me I couldn't run and hide forever so I slammed the phone against the wall. Next thing I really remember is Goku and 18 bringing me back here."
"You need to stop that fainting bullshit, it's unbecoming of a onna." Bulma looked down, her index finger gliding over the rim of her glass of water
"Hmpft I have you to know that I've never fainted before in my life until recently. Damn stresses, I just wish this was all over with." She declared proudly before slouching back in her seat on the couch.

Jessica Northly made her way down to the precinct, still feeling the day's activities heavily on her body. She wanted to hurry and get there while the memories of the stalkers face were still fresh in her mind. If it took her all night, she'd go through every mug shot in the tri-city area to see if this guy had a record of any kind. She parked her car, pulling out a bundle of case files from the front seat and sitting them on the roof of the car as she grabbed her blazer and pulled it on, wincing with the movement.
"Got to remember not to stretch like that. Damn getting shot like that hurts." She rubbed the spot carefully before collecting her stuff and proceeding into the station. She was greeted by several officers as she made her way in, giving them simple waves, she sighed in relief when she reached her desk, dropping all the case files on her desk with a loud thud.
"Hey Northly, Mackay was looking for you earlier today. Something about that murder case a few days back." One of her fellow detectives called over from his desk.
"Great, thanks Randy. I'll catch up with him later." She grumbled out as she grabbed her coffee cup heading for the lounge. She wasn't able to get very far when Mackay caught up with her.

"Where have you been all afternoon? I've been trying to call you."
"I was sleeping. What else do you expect from me?"
"Not like it helped you, you look like shit."
"Cut the shit Mackay. What is so important that you had to call me this afternoon?" She seethed out, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms protectively across her bruised chest.
"I wanted to talk to you about that Vegeta character."
"What about him? If you still think he's the one that murdered those people in his house, I think you need to broaden your horizons and find someone else to pin this on."
"Who's the veteran and who's the rookie here?"
"Shit Mackay, the way you're acting right now, I would say I was the veteran and you were the rookie. If you'd please excuse me, I'd like to get some coffee so I can go over the coroners reports." Jessica kicked herself off the wall, shoving past Mackay.

Some how or another, Bulma had engaged Vegeta into a conversation of his past. She was pretty surprised when he actually sat down and started to talk about all different things about his life. Bulma stretched herself out on the couch listening to every word he said intently, curious about his life before coming to earth. Even though he wouldn't say it out right, she knew he grew quite fond of living on earth.

"So ever since you got here, you and Goku have been together so to speak?" (Get your Hentai minds out of the gutter)
"Had no choice really. Damn baka followed me around asking questions about his heritage. He's like a bad case of hemorrhoids, no matter what I did to him he always came back."
"Geta, that's not nice. I've known Goku for a long time now. Yamcha decided since he was always hanging around the mansion with ChiChi that he'd offer him a job to be my bodyguard. And some how along the line, Piccolo and Krillin came along. But I've never felt so safe until you came along." She said giving him a warm smile. He just cocked his eyebrow to her, shaking his head in amusement.
"As your mate, it is my job to keep you safe. Seeing as my planet is no more and my title doesn't hold meaning here on this shitty planet, protection is all I have to offer to you."
"Does it matter what you have to offer me? As long as you don't leave me, I'll remain happy."
"Hn, whatever onna. I'm hungry, all this sentimental prattle has made me very hungry."
"Ain't much here. Well nothing I want anyways."
"Food is food onna. As long as it doesn't taste like shit, I'll eat it." Bulma snickered; he was just like Goku, but with some manners. Not the best manners, but there was some.

"Well have at it then. I just want some chocolate ice cream and maybe some, oh yeah, tacos." Her eyes widened, as she gave Vegeta a goofy grin.
"Where are you going to get that stuff?"
"You're going to take me to go and get it." She pounced from her spot on the couch to land on his lap. Her nose touching his, she brushed her lips a crossed his.
"Onna, if you think this is going to get me to go with you, you're sadly mistaken."
"Well no, but the thoughts of what I'm going to do to you when we get back will get you up, in more ways then one."
"Are you bribing me with sex?" He asked in a soft husky voice, his arms reaching around her waist pulling her closer.
"Yeah, I am. Is it working?" She nipped at his bottom lip, her eyes scanning his deep midnight black eyes. He pushed her down on his lap, getting her answer almost immediately.
"Does that answer your question onna?" He asked as he ground into her again, getting a moan out of her. He smirked to himself knowing he had full control over everything; he was going to make her desert, which he fully intended to eat first before the main course. He swung himself around on the couch, laying her back against the cool leather, kissing down her neck when he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned his eyes to see Marshmallow staring at them in his quest to devour her body in sweet kisses.

"Onna, tell that little ankle bitter to stop watching me."
"Huh? What you can't perform with an audience?"
"Not one that include beady eyes like that. Get rid of it before I step on it and make it a grease spot on the floor."
"Well that just killed the mood Geta. You touch Marshmallow and I swear to Kami you will never have sex with me again." Vegeta grumbled under his breath in defeat.
'Why do I have a feeling that you will use that threat every time onna?'