Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I'm the famous Bulma Briefs ( Chapter 44 )

Someone to watch over me…


A week had past since the mall incident, leaving three weeks until the awards in Los Angeles. Bulma had managed to talk Vegeta into letting her go back home to stay while the time ticked by fast even though only half the repairs had been made since the bomb blast that nearly destroyed the majority of the second and third floor. ChiChi had Bulma locked up in the practice room for the third straight day in a row, pushing her and the rest of the dancers to get the routine down pat before the awards.

"We got three weeks until this show, and Bulma you are out of step for the last four bars of music. Let's try it again." ChiChi counted down the music as the loud beat started. Bulma nodded wearily trying to find the correct count to start on. This was not going well for her at all. She was tired, stressed out even though no one had heard from the stalker in over a week, which put her in the frame of mind, that he was planning something big. She clumsily got back in step with the rest of the dancers, lip-syncing with the music she didn't want to sing at the awards. She had half the mind to yell at ChiChi and tell her to take a flying leap off a cliff and let her do what she wanted to do for a change.

Vegeta watched from what Bulma dubbed as his favorite spot from under the weeping willow tree. He could see she was getting frustrated with herself and with everyone around her so he chose to stay away and not take the brunt of screaming from her over active lungs. One minute she would be happy to see him and the next was a nightmare of her either screaming or crying over nothing.

"Damn earth onnas. I'll never be able to figure them out. They are the most complicated species I've come a crossed in this entire universe."
With the awards coming up quickly, he was anxious to make sure everyone was ready for anything. He trained with Goku, Piccolo and Krillin every morning before Bulma woke up to ensure they were in top physical condition. Nothing was going to get by them.

The practice room door slammed open, rattling the glass violently in their frames. Vegeta didn't have to look up to know it was Bulma storming out in a temper tantrum for the second day in the row. He could hear her soft sole shoes scuff through the grass on her way to the mansion.

"Where are you going onna?" His question made her stop and turn to glare at him. Vegeta turned his head to the side to look at her, watching her wipe away the sweat that trickled down the sides of her face in small rivers.
"What's it to you?" She spat out, bringing up a hand to shield her eyes from the blazing sun.
"That's the second day in a row that you've walked out on everyone. You giving up because you're not getting your way?"
"Back off Vegeta. I'm not in the mood for your shit. For your information, I'm not giving up, I just dislike the music and the steps, and…"
"You're quitting."
"I am not. I'm taking a break. Is that such a crime?"
"You are acting like a spoiled brat, thinking everything is going to go your way. But let me tell you this. You are not going to get your way in everything."
"Like hell I will, I'm the famous Bulma Briefs and I get everything I want. I got you didn't I?" Vegeta was up in a flash after her comments, standing directly in front of her, his eyes burning down at her.
"You didn't get me, I got you. Get it straight." She started to laugh finding everything the prince was saying hilarious in some fashion.
"Sure, what ever you say Vegetable brain." She waved him off with her hand like some lowly servant before she turned to head back to the back door of the kitchen.
"Onna, I'm getting sick of your attitude problem. If you don't start acting right, I'll adjust that attitude for you."
"Ha! You like treating me like I'm five or something?" She screamed from the door.
"If you didn't act like you're five, I'd treat you different."

The sound of the backdoor slamming brought Krillin and Goku out from hiding. They have been hiding around the corner of the practice room listening to every word being said, and quite frankly, they didn't want to be killed so they decided it was for the best to let Vegeta take care of her.
"Kakarott, are you sure she did not bump her head or suffer brain damage like you did when she passed out at the mall."
"I don't know."
"I should of known your answer before you said it. Where is the Namek at? At least we can get some sparring time in while the onna is off pouting."
"Haven't seen him since this morning. But he's around some place." Krillin answered
"Hn, I don't have time to find his ass. Lets go."
"Not here Vegeta, lets take it to the other side of the house, that way if a stray blast gets away we won't end up destroying anything important." Goku exclaimed as he walked back around the side of the house.

"Not like it matters much. This place still looks like a war zone." Vegeta replied in a whisper no one heard beside himself as he looked up at the carpenters still at work repairing the outside wall of what use to be Bulma's bedroom. The sight of it still made him angry, his blood to run cold just thinking about that day. He was lucky that Bulma was with him, safe in his embrace when the bomb detonated with ear shattering thunder. In all his employers, he'd never had one that received this much attention from someone wanting them dead.

Bulma grabbed a bottled water out of the fridge, uncapping it and taking a deep gulp of it. The sweat just poured off her body from the hours of dancing that ChiChi put her through. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was just overly cranky since things started to get nasty. Thinking that she needed to get her mind off of things, she headed down to the huge study that Yamcha use to do all the business out of and look over things. The room was dark, save some spotty sunlight creeping in from the curtains. Turning on the green bankers lamp that sat upon the beautifully engraved mahogany desk, she plopped herself down in an over stuffed executives chair.

The desk was filled with stacks of papers, bills, and pictures. After sifting through most of the bills, she gave a heavy sigh, thinking that she might need to hire someone to come in and just do the book keeping because she didn't have time to sit down and figure it all out. Yamcha took care of almost everything there was to do. He made sure the bills were paid on time, made sure that all the employees had pay checks at the end of the week, and had enough time after booking appearances and tours to go out slumming for girls, which never really bothered her after they came to a mutual agreement that they were better off friends instead of lovers. She piled all the bills into a neat stack and shoved them into the top drawer out of the way while she looked at everything else that was cluttering the desk. Rolling her eyes, she pushed a huge pile of publicity photos to the floor, sending them scattering to ever corner of the room. She snickered to herself finding it funny that Yamcha would have had a canary over her doing such a thing.
"Let's see what else is in this desk."

Off in another part of the mansion, Piccolo was doing some top-secret training of his own, away from everyone else. He sat Indian style on the white plush carpet of one of the many empty guest bedrooms eyeing a small white poof ball. Marshmallow sat next across from him waiting for him to give her another doggie treat.
"Ok you little dust bunny, see this? Well I want you to get to know these three pairs of socks well. You are going to be biting the ankle of the person, which they are attached to when ever then enter a room that holds your master." An evil grin spread a crossed Piccolo's face as he held out the three pairs of socks belonging to Krillin, Goku, and Vegeta. Waving one pair of socks in front of the pup's face, Marshmallow caught on to the idea and fierily chomped on to them trying to tear them apart.
"This should be good. I'll have this dog trained in no time, just like Barney." Piccolo chuckled to himself.

After spending the whole week at the Satan's place, Gohan was finally sent home by Hercule himself saying the boy was going to eat him out of house and home. Videl was a little upset that she wouldn't have someone to pick on, so Hercule said he could come back to visit, but not to stay. Gohan got excited as the car pulled up the long drive, seeing his dad and the others train at the side of the house.

"Calm down kid, I'm sure there is still plenty of time for you to get into a good sparring match with them." 17 said as he parked his car behind Bulma's limo. Before 17 had the car in park, Gohan shot out the door, running like a bolt of lightning towards his Dad tackling him to the ground in mid spar.
"Whoa, hey son, you know you shouldn't just run in when I'm sparring against those two." Vegeta just grunted, not amused with the distraction.
"I just missed you Dad, can I spar with you please?"
"He's been itching for some training Goku, 18 and I had to hold him back otherwise we'd have some problems." Goku nodded, understanding that they didn't want a whole lot of people to know they held tremendous strength.
"You should of let him rust bucket, maybe he could of knocked the shit out of that loser." Vegeta huffed out, ready to get back to his training.
"Yeah, that would of gone over really great Vegeta. Hate to cut this short, but I have to get back. Hercule is doing some stupid TV interview for the news or something tonight." 17 rolled his eyes before he gave a wave before retreating to his car.
"Hey, tell 18 to give me a call tonight would ya?" Krillin yelled out. 17 gave him the thumbs up as he pulled the car into reverse, trying carefully not to hit Vegeta's corvette sitting off to the side, and taking off down the drive and out of sight.
"You're not thinking about going out with her to the bar again are you?" Goku asked with a small laugh. Krillin shook his head, knowing they would never let him live it down.
"No, for your information, I was going to ask her out to dinner tomorrow night."
"I don't know what you find so interesting about that android Cueball, if I were you, I'd be afraid of taking her out in fear of it raining and rusting her all to hell."
"Haha, funny Vegeta."

"My gawd, he was a pack rat from hell." Bulma said to herself as she emptied out another drawer full of worthless papers and receipts. Old newspaper clippings of shows, schedules of clubs from almost two years back, she found stuff that she didn't even remember.
"Hmmm, what's this?" She unfolded another receipt finding another folded up paper inside.
"Money transferred, hit arranged. Will not stop until she is dead. You made a wise choice coming to me with your needs." She read out loud, knitting her brows together trying to figure out what it all meant.
"Hit arranged? Will not stop until she is dead? Is this talking about me? Oh my Dende." Her voice became shaky as the paper fell from her hand.
"How could he do this to me? How could that bastard want me dead?" She shouted, shoving everything in her lap off onto the floor in to a huge heap. She grabbed Yamcha's prized baseball bat next to his desk smashing everything in sight.
"You fucker! How could you do this to me?" She screamed again, shattering the glass panels on the liquor cabinet, before taking another swing to destroy the old bottles of whiskey and vodka.
"I thought you loved me? Why? Why? Tell me why?" She swung the bat again destroying the gold records that hung on the wall that she earned from her first record deal.

"What the hell is all that racket?" Krillin asked, stopping in mid kick to figure out what all the noise was coming from the mansion.
"Probably just the workers, nothing to worry about." Goku replied, floating back up towards the shorter guard. Vegeta didn't say a word, but floated down to the ground, walking swiftly towards the door. Upon entering, he could hear Bulma screaming at the top of her lungs with the sounds of glass shattering and wood splintering.
"Damn mother fucking bastard! Was I more important dead? Damnit!" She seethed out, taking a swing at the old grandfather clock, breaking it in a hundred pieces on the first hit. Vegeta flew into the study with the other two guards right behind him. Sidestepping a swing, he grabbed Bulma from behind, holding her arms tight so she couldn't swing the bat no more.

"Onna, what the hell are you doing?"
"He said he loved me, and I believed it." She broke down sobbing, her grip on the bat weakened, falling to the floor with a clank.
"Who are you talking about?" He asked softly, turning her around in his embrace, trying to get her to calm down.
"Why did he want me dead? How could he do this to me?" She cried out, burying her face into Vegeta's strong chest.
"What the hell is going on down here?" Piccolo growled out from the doorway with Marshmallow in his hands chewing on a pair of black socks.
"I'm guessing she found something linking Yamcha to the stalker." Goku shrugged, still clueless to actually what was going on.
"He's dead now onna, I can't get the reasons or answers out of a dead man."
"Doesn't fucking matter. I'm going to be dead soon too."
"Stop talking like that, I've kept you safe haven't I?" She nodded her head to her mate before clutching her arms around his neck.
"But he won't stop until I'm dead, what happens if something happens to you? What would I do then?"
"Nothing will happen to me onna, but if something did happen, I'd want Kakarott to take care of you once again. I don't trust anyone else guarding you."
"Wow you mean that Vegeta? Cool I'm honored."
"Shut up baka, you just caught me on a good day."