Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Come on talk to me Bulma ( Chapter 50 )

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Someone to watch over me…

*Three days before awards


Bulma was in her practice room with fifteen other dancers perfecting the stage show she was to perform at the World Music Awards in Los Angeles California in three days.

Sweat poured off heated bodies as the music continued with a hypnotic rhythm. Bulma had been working non-stop since she was rudely awaken by Vegeta cursing under his breath about the rest of the guards. Excitement and anxiety were running high with her, excited that the awards were so close, but at the same time she was scared to even attend in fear that the stalker would be there ready and waiting her. She didn't know why she was scared; she had Vegeta and the rest of her guards to keep her safe.



"Fight me damn it!" The voice was now louder. Jessica pulled herself up from the torn up grass, wiping the sweat from her face with the back of her hand. Vegeta hovered above her sneering down at her.
"Pathetic! I don't even know how you managed to be come a police officer."
"Vegeta, cool it a little." Goku stepped in when he heard the insult to the newest member of Bulma's security entourage.
"Kakarott stay out of this. You can be just at pathetic as she is from time to time."
"Vegeta give her a break she's only human."
"That's no excuse. If she wants to keep up with us, she'll have to train with us and keep up. Now get back to your own sparring." Jessica waved Goku off before getting back into a fighting stance against Vegeta once again. He lowered himself back down to the ground, his eyes not leaving hers
"Come on Rookie, I know you got it in you to just land one punch against me." He laughed in her face again, hoping to get her angry enough to charge at him.

When the taunts, threats, and physical assault didn't work he simply turned his back on her and started to walk away before he got pissed enough to kill her. Jessica stood there watching him walk away while she tried to continue to catch the breath that was beaten out of her lungs.
"I'll show you Vegeta." She panted out quietly. Vegeta's keen hearing was working over time that morning and heard every word.
"Show me what? That you can't hold your own? I've already seen it Rookie." He bantered out, still walking away from her. She clenched her hands tightly and charged at him, hoping that just maybe she could catch him off guard. Vegeta reached around grabbing her by her arm and tossed her like a rag doll back on the ground in front of him. She cried out in pain, her back and hip taking the brunt of the damage in the arm drag take over.

"Vegeta that's enough! You're going to kill her." Tien shouted out as he crossed the lawn to help Jessie up.
"Hmmpft, she's the one that wanted a job as the onna's bodyguard."
"No excuse for you to be so hard on her, or should I remind you that you're saiyan and she's not."
"Big deal freak." Vegeta crossed his arms as he watched Tien tend to the fallen Rookie.
"I guess something revealing to wear at the awards is out now." She sighed out as she was sat up with help.
"Like anyone would want to look at you anyways."
"Vegeta, you are such a pompas, arrogant asshole." She growled out through clenched teeth.
"I aim to please."

Bulma dismissed the dancers for the day after she wished them a good flight later that night to California. She took a sip of her water before turning the music back on to practice by herself. Damp hair clung to her forehead and cheeks as she twirled and kicked in time with the beat. Bulma was so caught up with getting the steps down that she didn't notice that she had an audience of one watching from the corner of the room.

Vegeta was leaving the kitchen when he notice the dancers passing by. He waited for Bulma to follow up the rear, but frowned when she didn't show up. Taking no time to linger in the house, Vegeta made his way out to the practice room, slipping in with out being noticed to watch his mate. He liked to watch her from afar when she practiced. Her movements where hypnotic and sensually pleasing to his eyes in every way possible. As the music started to die down, Bulma made her way back to the stereo system and started the same song over again. Each step was in perfect time, each kick was pushed farther then before, each sway of her hips was sultry as the next. Vegeta found himself severally aroused in the matter of moments.

Lost in his thoughts of what he wanted to do to Bulma later that night on the plane, Vegeta didn't notice that Bulma had stopped dancing, doubling over clutching her right side in pain. He didn't snap out of his thoughts until the song started to die down and the raspy breathing of Bulma lingered to his ears.

"Onna?" Vegeta's voice hitched slightly as he made his way to her side.
"What's wrong? What hurts?" He spouted off quickly as he tried to stand her upright. She fought against his movements, trying to stay in the position to lessen the pain when he tried to stand her up right.
"Answer me Bulma. Tell me what to do. I don't know how to help you damn weaklings when you're hurting." Bulma tried hard to hold back the sob that was threatening to be released but with no avail.
"It hurts, it just hurts…" She cried out as Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist keeping her from swaying on her feet.
"Do you need to see a doctor? Come on talk to me Bulma." Vegeta snapped at her, trying to keep the concern and panic out of his voice. He did not want to make her panic more if she noticed he was. The seconds turned to minutes as Vegeta waited for her to answer his questions. Her crying started to lessen, turning into sniffles as her breathing came back in a not so panicked pace. Vegeta lifted her chin so he could look at her face, tears tarnishing her cheeks.

"I pushed myself to hard…" She managed to say in a whisper to him. His fingers slid up the side of her face pulling the damp hair away.
"You have to stop this. This is maddening onna. You've been out here for the last two weeks straight."
"I…I have to get this right Geta…I can't make a fool of myself…"
"I rather you make a fool of yourself then be dead because of this, this crap you call dancing."
"It's my life. I get paid to do this."
"And you are mine, so stop the bullshit onna. So what if you mess up a little, I rather see that then you in a casket any day."
"I'll slow down after the awards. Promise."
"I know you will onna. I'll make sure of it." Vegeta growled out and helped her back to the mansion to rest before leaving later that evening to California.


Suitcases packed, garment bags filled with tuxes and gowns sat ready at the front door to be loaded into a van to be taken to the airport. ChiChi ran around the mansion at the last minute double-checking and triple checking everything before she would even leave for the airport.

"Damn ChiChi, come on we need to leave soon." Bulma yelled from the front door tapping her foot to keep her from screaming louder.
"Just give me just one more minute. I want to make sure I have everything here. This is my first time playing big time manager for you, you realize that don't you?"
"Everything is fine is set Chi, lets just go. If I waited for you to make sure everything was ready I would miss the awards. Vegeta is getting antsy waiting on you."
"Vegeta can hold his horses. I'm still missing a dress for that girl."
"What girl? All the dancers should have their costumes with them already."
"You know the one that makes eyes at my Goku." Bulma rolled her own eyes and laughed.
"Jessica isn't making eyes at 'your' Goku. She's makin those eyes at Tien. I think they like each other." Bulma said in a singsong voice with a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah, what ever. I still don't like her."
"What is there not to like about her? Get use to it Chi, I think Vegeta has taken a liking to beating her up in my back yard."
"Onna! Harpy! Get out here now before I come in there and drag you both out!"
"See I told you he was getting impatient waiting for you." ChiChi rolled her eyes at Bulma before picking up her purse and locking the door.


Eight passengers boarded the private jet that belonged to Bulma just before midnight. With a yawn, Bulma retreated to her bedroom at the rear of the plane closely followed by the saiyan prince. Goku snuggled up with ChiChi before they both fell asleep. Krillin, Tien and Jessica played cards to pass the time with Gohan, while Piccolo chose to meditate by himself.

"You know Gohan, you really should get some sleep." Jessica stifled a yawn before looking at the young boy.
"Mom and Dad won't know if I stayed up late. They're both sound asleep. The way I see it we're going against the time zones so technically I'm not staying up late."
"Yeah ok smart ass, but I'm awake and I'm telling you to go get some sleep. We have a long flight still ahead of us."
"But I want to stay up with you guys. Mom never lets me stay up this late."
"I guess you don't want to hang out with Videl when we get there then."
"Krillin are you serious? Videl is going to be there?"
"Aye kid, I talked with 18 the other night and she said that Videl was going along with her father for this awards shindig so you'll have someone to hang with."
"This is going to be so awesome. I can't wait!" Gohan cheered out earning weird looks from both Jessica and Piccolo.

Vegeta leaned up against his arm for support as he looked at the sleeping beauty beside him in the bed. He gently caressed her cheek watching a small smile creep across her face as she dreamed away. His stomach was twisted in knots at the moment. He doubted his ability to keep her safe for the fourth time that day. He couldn't understand why, but the dream he had a month or so ago about her kept shuffling to the front of his brain like a warning. He never told anyone about the dream that disturbed him, it was so vivid he could smell the perfume she was wearing, feel her blood on his hands as he held her to him, and hear her dying plea to make her stop hurting. But now he had a real reason to be more vigilant. She was his mate now; he had his future ahead of him with her in his life.

Bulma stirred slightly at Vegeta's caress against her cheek. She cracked her eyes open to see him staring off blankly just above her. She frowned slightly wondering why he was in such deep thought when he should be sound asleep beside her. Absently his hand moved from her face down her arm leaving goose bumps in his wake. His touch always had a calming effect with her, melting the fears away like the sun would the night with its glorious morning grace. She closed her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of his broad chest against her back, his heat keeping her warm. Before sleep claimed her once again, Vegeta leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, whispering something in his native language before lying down and pulling her closer to him, his strong arm draped protectively around her waist. She wished she could understand what he said in his native tongue, since he spoke it a lot.

'Fear not little one, for I will always be here to protect you…'