Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ I can't believe that prick just hung up on me ( Chapter 47 )

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Someone to watch over me…

Vegeta stared down at his cell phone, stringing a line of curses before flinging it against the nearest wall for it to shatter into a thousand pieces. Bulma let out a small squeak, Vegeta's temper catching her off guard.
"The cell phone company must love me by now, I've had to buy three brand new phones in the last two weeks."
"Not my problem onna, if you'd buy ones that worked I wouldn't be doing that would I?" Bulma just threw her hands up in the air, clear sign of her having enough of dealing with Vegeta for the day to last another lifetime.
"Well who was on the phone?" Krillin asked snagging some M&M's off a nearby table.
"Rookie, she was telling about the stalker, he called her or something tonight, that's all I was able to get before the damn fucking phone stopped working." He made sure the last part was directed towards Bulma personally.
"Vegeta, shut up already. If you're so angry about that phone, why don't you go out and buy the next one and make sure you get one you want." Bulma slouched back in the vanity chair, planting her hand to her forehead; the tension was starting to give her a headache.

"Hello? Vegeta? Shit!" Jessica threw her cell phone towards her passenger seat. Without thinking twice, she pulled up the red light and placed it on the dash of her car, flipping the switch to turn it on along with the siren, if she was going to make it to the station, she needed a faster way to get there. The traffic started to clear once the lights and siren started, so she weaved in and around the cars in her way, flooring it through a red traffic light.

"I wish I knew what that damn asshole meant about keeping me busy tonight. He could be after Bulma, or hell me. Damn it, why does all the bad stuff happen to me?" She whined as she saw the station finally coming into sight. Pressing on the breaks lightly, she cut a tight left into the parking lot, almost taking out a few officers that were walking through. She pulled into her regular parking spot, not bothering with turning off the red light still flashing on the dash, she ran from her car into the station.

Bulma's head was throbbing bad by the time the balding guy reentered the green room to get her for the interview. Feeling miserable, she still placed a smile on her face and followed the guy out with Vegeta and Goku right behind her down a long stark white corridor towards the studio.

"You'll have ten minutes of air time, that's with commercial breaks included." The man babbled to Bulma. She wasn't even paying attention to him as she walked behind him, the heels of her boots clicking against the tile flooring. Coming to the end of the hall, the guy told her to wait near the curtain until she was introduced and for her to go directly out on the stage. Bulma fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket while she waited, she hated doing interviews.

"Our next guest is one of the worlds most talented singers, she's up for seven, that's right seven world music awards in a few weeks, the one and only Bulma Briefs everyone." The host babbled out to the audience. She straightened herself out and walked out on the stage waving to everyone while making sure she tried to keep the cheesy smile on her face.

Behind the curtain, Goku was reaching for his ringing cell phone. The stage manager frowned at him because of the noise, while Vegeta didn't seem to pay attention to him what so ever, his eyes totally on Bulma at all time.
"Hello?" Goku whispered into the phone, trying to keep quiet.
"Goku? Hey I need to talk to Vegeta this is really important."
"Detective?"
"Yes, now put him on." Goku pulled the phone away from his ear and poked Vegeta in the shoulder to get his attention. He whipped his head around to see Goku thrusting the phone into his face. With his anger on the rise with Goku, he snatched the phone out of his grasp giving an evil fierce look before answering the call.
"What?" Vegeta seethed out, angry about his attention being taken away from Bulma who was now answering lame questions from the dorky talk show host.
"Snappy aren't we? Keep your guard up, the stalker contacted me today, he said he was bored and he thought he'd make my night busy. I just wish I know what he meant by it."
"Keep your eyes open Rookie, he might be after you." And with that being said, Vegeta hung up on her and threw the phone back to Goku so he could resume his ever-vigilant vigilance over Bulma.

"I can't believe that prick just hung up on me." Jessica rattled out while she looked at her phone dumbfounded. After catching her thoughts once again, she made her way towards the dispatch center to monitor the calls coming in for a bit, the anxiety of what was going to happen getting the best of her. She grabbed a cup of coffee and took a seat at an empty dispatch terminal to bide her time until Mackay came looking for her. If she had her way, she would be doing her own thing instead of working with the over weight dickhead, but no, she had to follow in her daddy's foot steps and become a detective of all things instead of walking the beat, seeing some action like the rest of the department instead of murder scenes and robberies to solve.

Bulma was grateful when the interview was over with so she could hurry up and get the hell out of there. Her poor head was still throbbing, and now her stomach was getting upset because of it. Goku had conveniently stolen all the candies out of the green room to have something to tie him over until they got home.
"Goku, I can't believe you took all that shit." Krillin said with a laugh, holding out his had to get some more M&M's.
"No one else was eating it, so why let perfectly good chocolate go to waste."
"I agree, now give me some more so I can give Tien some."
"No way Krillin, you'll keep it all to yourself. Bulma you want some?"
"No thanks Goku, not with this queasy stomach. Go ahead and give mine to Krillin." She said leaning back into the leather seat of the limo before leaning over to rest her head on Vegeta's shoulder. He looked down at the top of her head, not happy he was being used as a pillow in front of everyone.
"Have the three eyed freak stop by the police station. I need to talk to Rookie." Bulma poked him in the side, upset that he still called people by his insulting names.

"Northly, I need you to meet Mackay down at the west side, homicide victim was just found down there." One of the sergeants called out to her. She waved her hand to him, letting him know she heard him before he bellowed again at her. She grabbed her radio and car keys before taking off out the door.
"187 to 151 what's your location?"
"Glitz Liquor store on the main drag here on the west side. Seems some hooker got the wrong end of a dirty deal here."
"Lovely. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. 187 out." Jessica pocketed her radio after talking with Mackay as she walked to her car. She was about to unlock her car door when a voice behind her startled her, making her drop everything that was in her hands to the pavement at her feet.

"No need for you to turn around detective, I'm sure you know who I am already." Jessica nodded her head, recognizing the voice of the stalker immediately ringing in her ears.
"Good, seems you are a little bored like I am tonight, so I'll give you some work to do. As you might not know, anyone that works for Bulma or has ties to her is fair game, like yourself. But I won't do anything to you tonight, maybe later. Your first game of the night is to find where I hid the bomb. It could be anywhere in this city, but if I told you it wouldn't be fair and would ruin this game we're going to play. But someone that Bulma knows will be killed if you don't figure it out."
"How in the hell am I supposed to figure that out? She must know thousands of people."
"Uh uh, you're a smart girl, I'm sure you can figure it out. Now shut up and listen to me." Jessica swallowed hard, the stalker was pressed up against her back, his breath hot on her right ear as he scolded her.
"Tell me who and where, I can't let you kill innocent people." Jessica pleaded to the man behind her.
"Dance and sing, sing and dance. Some poor child will lose their mother tonight if you don't figure it out detective. But that's all I'm going to give you now. Seems we have company on the way as I speak and I rather not be around when they arrive. Take care until then detective. Rather not see this pretty face scared for life." The stalker breathed out, tracing the tip of his tongue on the outside edge of her ear before disappearing into the night. Jessica stood in shock as a tremor went through her body.

As predicted, five minutes after the stalker made his hasty retreat, the limo carrying Bulma and company pulled into the station's parking lot. Jessica was still standing in front of her car door racking her brain for the answers when Goku brought her back to reality.
"Hey are you ok?" Jessica shook her head to clear it, realizing that she had company to attend to.
"Umm, yeah sure I am. I just had a talk with a visitor just a few minutes ago. How are you at riddles?"
"Rookie, you're talking in riddles. What did the stalker tell you?" Her face vaulted when Vegeta asked her about the stalker, how could he have known.
"Dance and sing, sing and dance some poor child will lose their mother if I don't figure it out in time. He said anyone that works for Bulma or has some sort of ties to her are fair game." She repeated what he had told her.
"What's going on?" Bulma questioned as she got out of the limo.
"Onna, anyone you dance or sing with have children?" Vegeta inquired as he walked back to her.

Jessica leaned up against her car watching them when her police radio started to go off with heavy traffic. She pulled it out of her pocket so she could hear the muffled voices yelling.
"Officer down, we have an officer down. Westside, Glitz Liquor store. Officer down." A frantic call was placed over the airwaves. Jessica's heart leapt into her throat. She was supposed to be down there with Mackay almost a half hour ago.
"Oh gawd, I have to go, I have to go." Jessica blurted out before getting into her car, trying to start it with a shaky hand.
"Move over, I'll drive." She looked up to see Tien opening the door and pushing her over to the passenger side.
"You know how to drive like a cop or something?"
"I'm a professional limo driver, I think I can handle a little speed and running red lights."
"So who is going to drive us back to the mansion?" Bulma spat out watching Tien pull away with the detective.
"I will!" Goku shouted as he jumped up and down before running to the drivers' door.
"I think not." Vegeta said bluntly as he charged a small ki blast and tossed it at Goku's hand.
"Hey what did you do that for?" Goku pouted, shaking his hand around to get rid of the sting of the blast.
"You are not fit to fly let alone drive. Cueball, guess you got the job."
"Oh joy, I love driving." Krillin whined out as he headed to take over Tien's spot when Bulma screeched out.
"ChiChi! Oh my gawd, it has to be ChiChi the stalker is after!"

ChiChi was just putting Gohan to bed when Marshmallow started to bug her, yanking on the cuff of her jeans.
"You are such a pest you know that? Go on and bug that stupid cat of Vegeta's." She pushed the little white fuzz ball out of the way with her foot so she could continue getting things done while it was quiet, but the little dog wouldn't allow it. Marshmallow kept yapping in that annoying high-pitched bark and yanking on her pants.
"I'm going to kill Piccolo for teaching you all this naughty stuff, and here I thought Barney chasing down Yamcha was bad." She sighed out as she plopped herself down at the desk going over the reservations for the awards in a few weeks.
"Limo rented, suite at the Ritz confirmed, pilot and private jet ready. I think that's everything besides getting ourselves there in one piece. Ugh, another bill." ChiChi ripped open the envelope tossing it to the floor with the rest of the junk. She unfolded the paper, her eyes widening as she read.
'Say Goodbye'