Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I'll bring out the color of your eyes ( Chapter 46 )

Someone to watch over me…

The rest of the week went by hectically for Bulma. She was bombarded on a daily basis for television and radio interviews for the up coming awards, driving her completely mad with the same questions over and over again. Vegeta hated every minute of it also. He hated to watch her give the interviews then after they were done she was completely drained of energy. It didn't help much that ChiChi had her practicing for almost eight hours a day with the other dancers to get the stage routine done in time. ChiChi some how made herself Bulma's manager, taking over exactly where Yamcha left off at. Even though Bulma didn't want to sing the song ChiChi had picked out, she practiced it anyways. It wasn't the best song to sing at an awards show, but it was good enough to grab people's attention like any other Bulma Briefs' song.

"Would you just stand still for just a minute, I'm almost done pinning this." ChiChi scolded with straight pins in her mouth to an antsy Bulma.
"Sorry, I just been standing here for the last half hour and I have to pee really bad because of all that damn water I drank." Bulma grinned down to her slave driver; she had so affectionately dubbed Chi in the last few weeks.
"I got just a few more here to do and I'll have this damn skirt hemmed up. Shit, I still need to bring the seams in on the sides, still making you look fat." Bulma gasped, she couldn't believe she was just called fat.
"I can't believe you said that. I'm not fat at all."
"Shit girl, if you don't stop eating all those damn cheetos, you're going to turn into one."
"One bag ain't going to do anything to me. I'm allowed to splurge on myself." She gave Chi a nod knowing she was right as she tacked up the stage costume, when was the last time she'd actually done something for herself. Well besides the manicure, and the pedicure, hairstylist, oh and the masseuse.

Three rooms down, all the bodyguards gathered, by any means not by their free will to be fitted for their tuxedos for the awards. ChiChi refused to have them wearing just plain regular suits to this event, in fear of everyone out classing them. Vegeta leaned against the wall with his usual pissed off scowl on his face waiting his turn to be measured and fitted. If he had his way, the dweeb doing the fitting would work much faster, and would stop acting like a dork asking stupid questions about their jobs. Goku paced around the room looking at himself in the full-length mirror on the wall, examining himself from all angles.

"I look cool in this." He exclaimed loudly making Vegeta roll his eyes in displeasure of the whole deal.
"If you don't stop acting like a imbecile, I'll have the man get you a powder blue tux with frilly ruffles for you to wear." Goku's eyes lit up, his face taking on the goofy Son grin.
"You mean that Vegeta? I think that would look even better. Don't you think it would bring out the color in my eyes?" Vegeta slapped his forehead, dragging his hand down his face.
"I'll bring out the color of your eyes." He growled out, clenching his hands into fists and walking towards Goku.
"Uhhh, that's ok, I'll stick with the simple black then." Goku stumbled out, backing away from the prince straight into the wall. After the tailor finished with Krillin, it was his undulating task of fitting the extra tall Namek and the pissed off prince, both looking at him with evil eyes.

The sun started to drop lower into the western sky, drawing long shadows along the manicured lawns of the Briefs property. Bulma sat perched on her favorite third floor balcony dressed all in leather watching the sun slipping behind the trees, taking it's finally bow for the day before the moon took it's place. She had been out on the balcony for just over an hour, just thinking about things before she left to do some taping of a late night talk show. Vegeta wasn't thrilled with her going to do this interview, but she told him that he'd live with it for the hour or so that they were expected to be there. Behind her, Vegeta watched her from the double glass door. He quietly crept into the room to watch her from a distance, but for some reason he was always drawn to be closer to her.

"Onna, it's almost time to go." She gave a slight nod of her head before she turned to look at him. The way the last of the sun's rays reflected in her sapphire eyes was breath taking to him. With a mischievous grin, Vegeta gave a nod towards the door before reaching out to take her hand.
"You look nice tonight Geta." She said softly as his hand made it's way to the small of her back as they walked side by side down the hall to the staircase leading down.
"I wish you wouldn't wear those tight clothes onna."
"Why not? You never said anything about it until now." She grumbled out at his comment.
"Because you draw too much attention to yourself. And if I remember correctly we've had this discussion before. Before you went to do that thing on that island." Bulma chewed on the inside of her lip trying to remember.
"You don't like it when guys stare at what's yours isn't it? If you want me to change, I'll go throw on a burlap bag or something so people won't stare at me." She spat out sarcastically at him, before he stopped to stare at her.
"Even you would make something that ugly look beautiful onna, so no need. Don't let that go to your head, you're ugly when you wake up in the morning." Vegeta smirked watching her smile turn into a pouty frown. He rolled his eyes and continued to escort her down to the waiting limo.

Jessica Northly ran the five flights of stairs to her apartment with a bag of fast food in one hand and her keys in the other. She was running terribly late after over sleeping by three hours and still had to run to the dry cleaners to grab her suits. Mumbling to herself, muffled by the bills she clenched between her teeth, she unlocked her door, kicking it open before dropping everything in the middle of her small couch.
"Ugh, gawd I'm so damn late!" She squeaked out to herself as she kicked the door close behind her as she started to strip off her tee shirt and jogging pants in a hurry. She ripped into the dry cleaning bag, taking out the first skirt and blazer that was there, not caring if it matched or not, throwing on her bullet proof vest with a white blouse over it as she hit the play button on her answering machine.

"Hi Jessie, it's your mother. Thought you'd be home to talk, but I see you're busy again. Give me a call sweetheart, Dad sends his love." Jessica rolled her eyes; her mother always had impeccable timing, always calling when she was out.
"Hey Jess, it's Darren. Wanted to know if you wanted to go get those drinks we talked about the other night. Let me know." She laughed, totally forgetting about getting drinks with the cute single crime lab technician. She hiked her skirt up, buttoning it and grabbing her belt as she listened to four hang-ups.
"Detective thought I'd say hi. I've been a bored person and I thought I'd make things exciting again. Hope you're ready for a busy night." The voice echoed in her head as she fumbled with her service revolver, it slipping from her fingers, hitting the floor loudly.
"Oh no, not now! Shit where is that damn number." Jessica shouted, trying to find the piece of paper she wrote down the bodyguards cell phone numbers. She didn't know if the stalker was talking about her or Bulma, but she wasn't taking any chances.

Bulma laughed as she entered the TV studio, going to the green room to wait for her interview time.
"I don't get it, I mean it's a white room, so why do they call it the green room?" Goku asked innocently, Bulma just shook her head before giving a shrug.
"It must have been green before Goku, and someone just painted it the wrong color." Krillin answered the question following behind him and Piccolo. A short balding man came into the room wearing a headset, carrying around a clipboard loaded with papers.
"Miss Briefs?" He asked loudly, adjusting the glasses on his face with an index finger before looking up from his notes. Bulma looked at him for a second before speaking up.
"Right here…" She waved her hand right in his face.
"Oh, there you are. You're on first after the monologue, should be in fifteen minutes so go ahead and make yourself comfortable until then. I'll come and get you when we're ready."
"Yeah, sure." Bulma watched the guy leave almost as quickly as he came in, before taking a seat at a vanity mirror to check her makeup and hair again.

"Onna, we're going straight home correct?" Bulma dropped a powder brush down on the table, looking over her shoulder to see Vegeta standing a few feet behind her with a sullen look on his face.
"That's the plan, I didn't intend to leave Marshmallow and your damn cat alone in my mansion for any length of time alone. I can only imagine how many shoes that dang dog has CHEWED by now." Bulma raised her voice making sure her green guard heard her well, flashing him a nasty look.
"I didn't train the dog to do that, only to protect you." He smirked at her, almost an exact mirror image of Vegeta's devilish facial expression.
"Protect me from what? Ravenous rats? I'm pretty sure the rats would eat her. Goku didn't you ask the pet store how big the dog would get before you even bought it?"
"Well, ummm no I didn't. But I thought you'd like it. How could anyone say no to a cute little puppy face?" He scratched his head nervously for a moment.
"Easy, it's about to get squished the next time a pair of my socks come up missing. Anything would be better then that repulsive thing."

The streets were slow going, bumper to bumper everywhere Jessica turned. She laid on the horn, frustrated because she couldn't get to the 412 precincts fast enough. Something big was going to happen tonight and she had to make sure that Bulma and everyone else knew about it before it happened so they could take proper precautions to keep everyone out of harms way. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel as she muttered under her breath.

"Fuck, what am I going to do?" She picked up her cell phone, hitting the speed dial.
"Officer Cooper." A female voice answered, Jessica sighed a breath of relief.
"Christy, listen to me, it's Jessica. Go to my desk and look in the top drawer. See if you see a paper with some phone numbers on it. I really need it like yesterday."
"Yeah, give me a second." The phone was put down on the desk. There was some shuffling in the background along with officer radios going off, as Jessica tapped her fingers waiting anxiously for the officer to come back to the phone.
"Hey, I got a list of numbers here which one did you need?" Christy snapped her gum loudly looking over the sheet of wrinkled paper.
"Vegeta? Goku? Krillin? Piccolo? Doesn't matter which one just give me one please." The words ran together, Jessica's blood pressure on the rise and quickly.
"Oh, ok here ya go…43134511." Jessica repeated the numbers over and over in her head, hanging up on the officer and dialing the number, taking brief glances down at the numbers as she dialed with trembling fingers.
"Come on, come on pick up already." She shouted at the phone
"What?"
"Who is this?"
"Rookie?"
"Yeah it's me, now listen, the stalker called me tonight. Something is going to happen and I'm not sure what it's going to be…." The phone went dead before Jessica could finish.