Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ That detective lady is here ( Chapter 45 )

Someone to watch over me…


Bulma drug her feet up the stairs, going to her temporary bedroom leaving everyone else to sort out the mess she just made in the study. She couldn't figure out why Yamcha would do such a thing. She did nothing to him that would warrant him to run out and hire a hit man to hunt her down like some trophy. She closed the door behind her silently, going to the bed and flopping down on it. Her emotions were in a tumbling storm, not knowing whether to be so angry with him, feel pity on herself, or to just break down and cry knowing she was in total hell over this. But it was no use to be angry with a dead man. He got what he deserved in the end. But her mind kept wandering to what had caused him to do such a thing. Was it because she got all the fame and fortune out of the deal? She shook her head, it wasn't quite right, he got her this far in her career for him to kill her and have the dreamland they both discussed come crashing to a halt. But who knew what he was thinking half the time anyways.

"Why would he hire Vegeta knowing full well that the stalker…err...hit man was doing his job?"
"Because he was guilt ridden, he knew he done wrong and we thought he could correct it this way." She sat up, staring into the piercing eyes of Vegeta standing in the doorway. She was so consumed in thinking about the whole thing that she didn't even hear him enter the room that they shared.
"You knew about this?" She asked biting her lip; her eyes still glazed over in unshed tears.
"Yes, the bastard ratted himself out the night at the cabin. He told me everything probably thinking he would get lenience over it."
"Why didn't you tell me that he did this to me?"
"I didn't see the need to have you more upset then you were at the time. But you were bound to find out like everything else. I guess I'm not much better then he was keeping all the letters, bombs, and break ins to himself also."
"I'm not worried about it anymore. I just wish he'd hurry up and get it over with."
"What are you talking about onna? I'm not letting some second rate excuse of a stalker murder you in cold blood."
"Might as well, you'd be free of me then, you can go do other things that aren't as dangerous as hanging around me."
"I'd never be free of you onna, now stop with that talk because I'm not listening to it anymore. Now get your ass up off that bed and get back to practicing."
"Demanding prick aren't we today? I'm too damn tired to go back there right now."
"You're the one that wants to go to this damn awards ceremony, not me. I'm not going to listen to you whine cause you screwed something up."
"Hmpft!" She crossed her arms just like Vegeta, putting a pouty look on her face.

Vegeta had left Bulma to her pouting, knowing full well he wasn't going to listen to anymore of her blubbering when he told her countless times that everything was going to be fine. With his training time now dashed he made his way to the kitchen to grab something to tie him over until dinner, that was if Goku didn't clean out the fridge while he was upstairs talking to Bulma. Pulling out all the cold cuts he could find, he decided to make him one huge sandwich that would hold him over when Goku came in, his eyes widening with the sight of food.

"Back off Kakarott, this is mine, get your own." He gave the taller saiyan a warning growl; he was willing to kill him if he touched his precious food.
"I already ate Vegeta, I had ChiChi fix something for me. But not that you mention it, I'm still a little hungry."
"Well you're not getting any of this, so starve baka!" Vegeta spat coldly as he stacked the meat on to the bread with a pleasurable smirk dancing on his lips.

Detective Northly spent the whole week going over mug shots with no luck. Her time was split, making it hard to stick with one task she wanted to do first. Mackay was hounding her to go and interview the guards once again, to dig for more details on Vegeta. She had to bit her tongue on more then one occasion to keep herself from blurting out that it wasn't Vegeta that done it, but with out the proof she needed to get him off the hook, she would have to remain quite until then. Giving a halfhearted sigh to herself, she chucked her mail into the passenger seat of her car before climbing in. She was going to do what Mackay was bugging her to do, go and meet with everyone once again. Pulling her car into drive, she made her way down the crowded streets, her destination the Briefs mansion.

Goku grabbed the remote to the television before slouching back into the couch as he flipped channels until he found the channel he was looking for.
"Kakarott, that shit will rot your brain. What am I saying, you don't have one." Vegeta shook his head, disgusted that a grown man was watching some really bad old cartoons.
"Hey! Give me that back." Goku shouted after Vegeta had stolen the remote from him. Vegeta was playing couch commando, which included being ruler over the all mighty remote.
"We will watch this." Vegeta said with a smug look on his face, realizing he turned it to the entertainment news channel. Goku let out a moan, he hated watching this channel ever since they showed Hercule on spring break wearing a thong on Daytona Beach surrounded by a bunch of drunken college kids.

"Tonight on entertainment weekly, we will be going behind the scenes of the World Music Awards that will be kicked off in three weeks. This years Awards will be hosted by none other then Hercule, with surprise presenters. The spectrum of nominees range from best comedy album, the year's best female vocalist, to the top honor of album of the year. Leading the pack in nominations is none other then Bulma Briefs with her release of her third album entitled, 'A night to remember'. Expect her to light up the stage with her performance this year. Now on to other news, the Ginyu Force stated today in a press release that they will be…"

"Well isn't that lovely." Krillin said from behind the two saiyans after Vegeta had turned the show off.
"What are you referring to baldy?"
"With Hercule being at the awards, it gives me more time to be with 18." A sly smile crept across his lips as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"You should marry her Krillin, I swear the two of you were meant for each other." Krillin laughed, never had he even thought of marrying someone after Maron broke his heart, but 18 didn't seem like the one to actually do that though.
"Maybe, never know do you. Well, since things are quiet, I'm going to go and get me a new suit for the awards. I got to look my best don't I?"
"Remember to get a polishing rag to shine up that bald head of yours." Vegeta called out to the smaller guard as he left the room.

Jessica pulled in at the Briefs' mansion twenty minutes after Krillin had departed with Tien to pick up some flashy attire for the awards. She picked up her notebook and the few envelopes from her mail and proceeded to the door. While waiting for someone to answer the door, she studied the outside of the mansion, jealous that she didn't have the money to live in the lap of luxury like Bulma did. She sucked on her teeth before turning back around to bang on the door again when Goku answered the door.

"Hey Vegeta! That detective lady is here." He announced loudly making Jessica cringe at the decibel level he used.
"You don't have to fucking yell, I can hear just fine, until now." Vegeta yelled back as he marched towards the door rubbing his ringing ears.
"Hi, I guess you didn't expect me to show up did you?"
"So Rookie, what brings you to hell?" Vegeta asked removing his pinky finger from his ear.
"Mackay said I should do some interviews or something. I'll just make this a social call for now while I'm out here."
"Come in, have a seat anywhere." Goku said as he invited her in. Vegeta just frowned and made his way back to the large living room to start flipping channels again. For some reason, he couldn't find any carnage on the TV to watch and hold his interest for more then five minutes. Human movies were pretty lame and lacked realism, blood, and violence he craved on a daily basis.

"Bulma has a nice place here, is she here?" Jessica asked taking a seat in an over stuffed chair next to the couch. Goku looked up the stairs and smiled.
"Yeah, she's upstairs either sleeping or having a tantrum."
"Kakarott, will you just shut up for once." Goku just nodded to Vegeta quickly and took off up the stairs.
"Alrighty, I guess I shouldn't ask him anymore questions. Tab bit too blunt for me."
"Hn, ignore him. I do all the time."
"Noted. Well I wanted to let you know that I've been through every criminal mug shot in the tri-city area and haven't found one that looks like the guy that grabbed me at the cabin. You said that you think it's a professional?"
"It would have to be, he knows his bombs, the letters didn't have a trace of finger prints on them. Hell he even got a hold of Kakarott's cell phone and used it to call the onna with. There is no logical explanation to how he got a hold of the phone, besides Kakarott is an idiot." Jessica gave him a nod as she opened her mail, hoping she wasn't being too rude in front of him to open bills and such.
"Well, I'll continue to look while I have spare time. Mackay has been riding my ass on shit the last week over stupid shit. But like I said if I find anything that you'd be the first to know. Oh my gawd…what's in three weeks?"
"What do you mean by that Rookie? You don't know the World Music Awards in California are in three weeks?"
"Sorry, but I don't keep up on entertainment like everyone else. But expect me to go along with you. You're going to need me." She stated and handed over the envelope with the neatly folded paper. Vegeta snatched it away from her and started to read the letter out loud to himself.

"Hi Detective, you miss me? I bet you have. I have some special presents for the blue hair singing bitch in three weeks; I hope you will be watching it on TV. By the way, I know you've talked to her bodyguards. Don't think that I have forgotten my promise to kill you if you get in my way. Have to go now, hope I didn't damage you too much with those bullets."

"I don't need you to take care of this. I can do it on my own." Vegeta seethed out, quite livid with the letter.
"I'm coming whether you like it or not, even if I have to pay my own air fare to get to California, I'll be there. You're going to need some kind of law enforcement there to take the rap if something happens and you get this guy, besides he's wanted by me for assault and battery on a cop. What better person then me?"
"If I get this guy there won't be anything left for you to jail, I'm going to blow his ass to ashes and scatter them in a waste treatment plant."
"Well, I'm still going anyways."
"Vegeta!" Goku called down to the other saiyan from the stairs, Vegeta just rolled his eyes and got up from the couch to go see what the lame brain wanted. Attached to his ankle was the little white fur ball so happily named Marshmallow. Jessica rounded the corner to see the site, stopping to laugh at the scene.
"Get her off of me please." Goku pleaded as he came down the stairs, the not moving an inch.
"Well, you're the one that wanted to get the onna a guard dog, guess that training Piccolo is doing with it is working." Vegeta snorted, finding the sight pretty damn amusing.
"Look it even ate one of my loafers." Goku pouted, showing off the large brown shoe that had the heel gnawed on.
"Serves you right never leave shoes around for a teething puppy." Jessica laughed out, trying her hardest to keep a straight professional face.
"You won't find it so funny when it happens to you Vegeta!" Goku pouted out before retreating back up the stairs with Marshmallow still clamped to his leg.

Piccolo remained in the shadows, a huge grin plastered to his green face. He was proud that after only three days of training, that Marshmallow had claimed her first pair of shoes to destroy and bit into an ankle of the enemy.
"She gets extra treats for that. This is priceless, where is a camera when you need one?"

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