Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ It's a freaking hellcat ( Chapter 49 )

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Someone to watch over me…

Vegeta was jolted from his thoughts when he heard Bulma gasp loudly, her hands and face pressed against the window of the limo. Orange and crimson danced in her blue eyes before being glazed over with unshed tears. Slowly Vegeta adverted his eyes to focus on what she was looking at, the fire and choking black smoke coming from her residence.
"They're fine Bulma." Vegeta answered her unspoken question as the gates opened to allow their entrance up to the mansion. Against the flames of what use to be the guesthouse that Goku and ChiChi lived in, the silhouettes of the previous occupants stood out against the darkness watching everything they ever owned burn into smoldering ashes. The car halted in front of the mansion with a small jerk before Piccolo, Krillin and Bulma got out, running to where Goku and his family were standing in the yard.

"I almost had the most precious things that was ever given to me taken away tonight. I'm not going to sit still and wait for this lunatic to strike again. I've had it with hiding games." Goku's signature smile was missing from his face only to be replaced by an awkward frown.
"It's all my fault too. If I didn't run out and get famous, then have Yamcha wanting me dead then this all wouldn't be happening right now. We'd all be doing something different right now." Bulma spoke out trying to remain calm amidst the chaos on her property.
"That's enough of that talk Bulma. This was Yamcha's plan not yours. We're all here to do a job and we're going to do that job." Bulma looked over to Krillin and gave him a sad nod of understandment before Vegeta finally wandered up with the rest of the group.
"It will all end on the night of the awards. He's going to want to go out with a bang, and the awards are a big enough place to do it. Lets go Bulma." Vegeta took Bulma by the arm and pulled her along with him to the mansion.

Tien and Jessica made small talk on the ride back to the mansion, but the topic always lead back to the stalker and how to keep Bulma safe until the stalker was caught or conveniently killed. Jessica was on the verge of regretting what she said to the commanding officer back at the crime scene and throwing her criminal justice career away in a blink of an eye, but there was nothing for her to do now. Her damn stubborn side wouldn't allow her to come crawling back on her hands and knees to beg for a shitty desk job doing investigation with a rolly polly sidekick. Jessica was still contemplating her career when Tien's hand on her shoulder jerked her way from her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" She asked shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
"I said the fire department must have Bulma's place memorized by now. I just heard over your radio Bulma's address and the request of fire personal to go there."
"Shit, guess we'll make a fashionable entrance then. I hope no one is hurt."
"Don't sweat it. With Goku and Vegeta there, nothing will happen to anyone. Besides we're almost there." Tien smiled and put some more speed on to get back to the mansion.

"Everything checked out fine upstairs. Nothing out of place at all except for a pair of my shoes that were mutilated by one little white rat." Krillin piped in, reporting his findings after Vegeta demanded the whole place be checked before allowing Bulma to make herself comfortable. Piccolo smiled to himself, giving praise to the dubbed 'white rat' that sat in his hand watching everyone coming and going. Bulma sat with ChiChi, trying to console her on the loss of so many memories she had in the guesthouse that couldn't be replaced.

"All the pictures are gone, Gohan's baby shoes, his books all of it gone." She sniffled out into Bulma's shoulder.
"It's ok, at least no one was hurt, and that's all that should matter. You'll make more memories to keep."
"I don't know if I should be mad at the stalker or at Goku for blowing the stuff up."
"Blame it all on the stalker, it wasn't Goku's fault that there was a bomb in there. He was only trying to keep you and Gohan safe."
"You're right Bulma, I guess I'll get a few shots in on that bastard when the guys finally get him."
"That's the idea. I told Vegeta to save me a small piece so I could stomp on him." Both of them giggled, both hoping the day would come soon enough were they wouldn't have to worry about living in fear everyday.

Goku, done making his sweep of the house headed towards his favorite room in the mansion to snag a snack to eat while watching the firefighters put on the smoldering flames of his once home. Vegeta's mind was in the same frame of mind as Goku's was, and headed for the fridge to swipe some left overs from the early dinner they had.

"Where do you think you're going with that bag of marshmallows Kakarott?"
"Oh, well I kind of figured while there was some good fire still left out there, I'd toast me up some of these. Want some?"
"Why don't you take that little guard mutant with you also, I'm sure it would taste fine over an open flame and some barbeque sauce."
"Ewwww, I'm not going to roast Krillin."
"Not the Cueball, I was talking about the mongrel."
"Oh, I'm not going to do that to Marshmallow either. I bought her for Bulma cause she was sad when Barney died."
"The onna could live with out another disgusting pet. Besides that damn thing there are three more fuzzy assed cats now."
"Did you name them yet?" Vegeta snickered and eyed Goku for a moment before answering.
"Matter of fact I have. The white and black one is Kakarott, the orange and white one is GreenBean, and the all black one, that one is Screeching Harpy Bitch."
"Ummm, why did you name the kitten that?"
"Cause it reminded me of your mate. It's a freaking hellcat."
"Just don't let ChiChi know, I'm pretty sure she won't like that."
"Feh, like I care."
"You should. I'll be back, better get out there before they put all the hot spots out." Goku waved as he headed out the kitchen door to flambé his snack on an open fire.

Bulma came into the kitchen yawning widely before leaning against the counter to watch Vegeta finish his snack. Her eyes followed every move he made intently before Vegeta frowned and looked over to her.

"Have a staring problem?"
"Ummm, no not at all. I'm just tired so I thought I'd come in here and see what you were up to."
"If you're tired why don't you go to bed?"
"I don't feel safe going to bed by myself." Bulma mumbled out, almost ashamed to admit she was frightened to sleep in her own home.
"Go on up stairs. I will be there in a few minutes." A small smile crept across Bulma's face before she turned to leave the room. Vegeta crumpled up his napkin and tossed it on to his plate before getting up from the table to take one more look outside at the rubble that once was a beautiful guesthouse.

"Ok you sick fuck. I think you've made yourself clear enough that you have the brains and know how to kill Bulma. But you've fucked with her friends and you've fucked with me and I promise you one thing. Once I find out who you are, there will be no safe place for you to hide. I promise." Vegeta hissed out under his breath as he watched the last of the fire being doused out by the fire crew.

Tien and Jessica came in the front door just as Vegeta was making his exit from the kitchen to head upstairs to Bulma. He did a second take before stopping at the foot of the stairs.
"So Rookie, what are you doing here? Investigating why the guesthouse blew up?"
"No, actually I'm here because I need a job." Jessica said, wringing her hands together in front of herself. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly, giving a small laugh in her direction.
"So you need a job? What happened Detective? Things get a little to hot for you?"
"Back off Vegeta, that's none of your business." Tien blurted out before she could answer the question.
"Hey, it's ok." She said as she looped her arm about Tien's.
"I just figured I needed a change of pace, and I got reprimanded by the superior officer in charge at the liquor store."
"Go figure, I always thought you had a wild streak in you Rookie. Sure why not? I'm sure Bulma isn't going to mind having another female running around here. But under some conditions will I allow you to stay here." Jessica nodded her head quickly at Vegeta, agreeing to the terms before they were even laid out on the table in front of her.
"You will train with the rest of us. I will not have a weakling guard trying to protect her. No whining and crying that its too hard for you to keep up. I do not put up with that shit, you understand?"
"Yes sir. You won't hear me complain at all."
"Good. You can stay here, or go back to your place, but I expect to see you at seven tomorrow morning." Jessica nodded before watching the prince climb the stairs and out of sight.
"What the hell did I just get myself into?" She asked herself out loud.


Bulma was lying on her side facing the window when Vegeta came in, stripping his clothing off as soon as the door closed shut behind him. He wrestled to get his shoes off and threw them in the corner of the room before locking the door and sitting down on the bed to pull his pants off.

"You can go to sleep now, I'm here." Bulma blinked at the sudden intrusion of speech.
"How did you know I was still awake? I've been up here for awhile now."
"I knew you wouldn't be asleep."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Now be quiet and get some sleep. It's been a long day." Vegeta silenced her with a quick kiss before settling down on his side of the bed and pulling her close to his body. Bulma let out a content sigh, snuggling into the saiyan warmth and closing her sleepy eyes. Vegeta had just closed his eyes when Bulma rolled over to face him, her eyes gazing upon his face.

"What do you want now?" Vegeta grumbled out, closing his eyes once again.
"What did you say back in the parking lot? I'm really curious." She asked above a whisper. Now it was Vegeta's turn to sigh and open his eyes to look at her. He raised his head to look down at her, supporting his head with his hand.
"I said that I will always protect you in your time of need and will never leave you for eternity and a day." Bulma's heart fluttered deep in her chest. She had never heard anything as beautiful as what Vegeta had just said to her.
"You really mean that?" She asked, snuggling back down into the sheets against his chest.
"A prince never says anything he doesn't mean."
"Bull shit, you've wanted to kill me many of times."
"Yeah, but I've taken it all back. I would never ever hurt my mate or will allow another to harm you."
"Then I have nothing to fear."
"No, you have nothing to fear. Well except that little ankle biter in the middle of the night. I will not protect you from that thing." Bulma cracked a smile and hit Vegeta with her pillow.
"Thanks a lot buster. I feel safer already."