Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Kakarott, we are aliens ( Chapter 51 )

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Someone to watch over me…

Early morning greeting the weary travelers as they landed at LAX airport on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Bulma stifled a yawn as she exited the plane with Vegeta right behind her with his arms crossed, keeping an eye on everything that was going on around them. Fans and well wishers lined a steal barricade that Bulma had to pass in front of to get to the awaiting limo just on the other side of the terminal.

"Don't these stupid people have anything better to do then stand around gawking at the onna." Vegeta growled out loudly before taking Bulma by the arm and leading her away from her adoring fans. Bulma hastily shoved the photo of her back into the hands of a young girl that asked for an autograph before she stumbled away against her will.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? There is nothing wrong with me signing a few autographs."
"I don't like standing around out here in the open. Need I remind you why I'm here in the first place?"
"No Vegeta, you don't need to remind me why you're here. I'm not a child you know."
"Hn, act like it some times. Now come on onna, I got a lot of stuff I need to do." Bulma growled as she was dragged again towards the limo with the rest of her guards right behind them.

"Does Vegeta always act that way?" Jessica asked in a hushed whisper to Tien and Krillin. Krillin rolled his eyes before shaking his head.
"This is nice compared with the rest of his moods."
"Really? Makes me wonder how those two got together."
"They were made for each other. Bulma has her moments too." Tien added to the hushed conversation.
"Remind me again why I took this job?"
"Because you were stupid to quit your detective job?"
"Thanks for the reminder Tien."

The twenty-minute limo ride turned into an hour in a half of nightmarish traffic, construction, and the Einstein of a driver they received to take them to the hotel. ChiChi and Bulma talked excitedly about being in LA, Gohan had his face plastered to a window looking at the landscape pass by in awe, Piccolo chose the time to meditate with Marshmallow sitting on his lap, while the others sat in silence wishing that the drive would be over with soon.

"You know it would be much easier to fly to the hotel." Goku commented after looking at his watch for the fifth time in ten minutes.
"Baka! We can't be flying about here in this huge city. Can you imagine the reaction of these stupid humans?"
"They would think we're aliens."
"Kakarott, we are aliens."
"I know that, but they don't. Man what are they going to think about Piccolo?"
"Hn, probably think he's one of those weird ass singers with some point to make with body paint."
"I am not weird." Piccolo retorted, cracking an eye to glare at the two saiyans.
"Not weird? You are green with freaking antennas sticking out of your skull and you say that's not weird." Vegeta smirked crossing his arms to glare back at Piccolo.
"I'm not. All Nameks look like this."
"But these people won't know that."
"Well if they start trouble I'll just get rid of them."
"With what Namek? That freaky looking white dust bunny on your lap?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Hey look at this guys, this limo has a fridge. Hey Tien, why doesn't our limo have one of these?" Goku stated, diving into the contents of it quickly.
"Because I rather not spend my time filling it for you to just eat everything in two minutes."
"Buw pwease it vould be cool." Goku whined with his mouth full.

The black limo pulled up in front of the hotel that they would call home for the next few days called 'Elizabeth's on the Lake'. True to its name there was a beautiful lake on the backside of the hotel complete with swans and gazebos for young lovers to romance in under the stars.

Vegeta and Goku checked out the security of the hotel while Piccolo, Krillin and Jessica escorted Bulma and ChiChi up to the top floor of the hotel. The penthouse was beautiful along with the rooms right below it on the next floor that were also rented out in Bulma's name for her entourage.

"I can't believe I'm actually here." Bulma said with excitement clinging to her voice. She dropped her belongings on the floor near the bed before flopping backwards on it.
"Don't get to comfortable, you need to go check in with the awards committee in a hour or so."
"Can't you do that for me Chi? I'm tired."
"Well if you and Vegeta didn't stay up so late doing the horizontal mambo on the plane then you wouldn't be tired now would you?" Bulma blushed six shades of red before getting of the bed.
"We didn't do anything last night. I know I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. Vegeta on the other hand, I don't think he got much sleep."
"Yeah right. Go get changed so we can go. I still have to take Jessica out shopping for a dress still. That should kill at least a few hours around here." ChiChi sighed as she left Bulma in her bedroom.
"Shopping?" Bulma smiled widely at the thought. She couldn't wait to hit all the shops on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills.

"Everything looks good around here Vegeta. Hey, we're still heading down to the theater to check it out today?" Goku asked throwing down his suit jacket on the sofa in his room.
"Yes, I want to know every inch of that building before we arrive there. I want no surprises this time around. I want to know where all the exits are, ever dressing room, basically any hiding spot someone with a sick mind would hide and wait to take their shot at the onna."
"Gotcha."

Crossed wires must of happened, before to long Goku, Gohan and Vegeta were at the theater, Bulma was at the awards committee headquarters with Tien, Krillin and Piccolo, and ChiChi and Jessica were hitting the shops downtown looking for something to cover the bruises but still look nice for the awards.

After registering with the committee, Bulma ditched her guards by slipping out the side exit to meet up with ChiChi and Jessica in their shopping excursion. Throwing her hair under a baseball cap and putting black shades to hide her beautiful blue eyes in an ally, Bulma walked right out into the city streets, taking in the sights and sounds of crowded LA streets. Her first mission was finding something to eat before calling ChiChi to find out where she was.

"One please." Bulma said, taking out some money to pay for a hot dog from a street vendor. The man smiled at her as he took the money and handed her the small aluminum foiled covered hotdog. She wandered down the street, people watching mostly until she finished eating, finding the people around her amusing. Goths, punks, skaters, businessmen, you name it they were there on the sidewalk with her.
"You would never find so much diversity in Satan City." She whispered as she continued on her way.

"Don't you think Bulma been in there an awful long time?" Tien asked looking at his watch. Krillin gave a nod agreeing.
"Go see what's taking so long. I don't need Vegeta blowing a gasket if we're not back to the hotel before he is." Piccolo spoke gruffly. Krillin nodded his head again before leaving the small waiting area to find out what was taking so long.

"Excuse me Miss? Is Bulma Briefs almost done?" Krillin asked the receptionist at the desk. She snapped her gum before looking up from the mountain of papers that sat in the middle of the desk.
"Are you blind or something? Bulma left here fifteen minutes ago geeze."
"Are you sure about that? She wouldn't leave with out her bodyguards."
"Does it look like I care? I just told you she left." Krillin growled out before shoving away from the desk to tell the others that the little songbird had flown the coop.

"Man this place is huge Dad." Gohan commented as he stood at the railing on the upper deck of seating in the theater.
"I know. There is going to be so many people here it's going to be a zoo."
"Like you should know Kakarott. I don't like this. It's too big. Anyone can get in here and kill her."
"Then why don't we keep her away from here then?"
"Oh, that would go over real well with the onna. I know she's scared, but it would break her freaking heart not to be here and play big star in front of everyone."
"I think she'll be alright actually. I mean we have Tien and Jessica with us now, and we can borrow 17 and 18 to help out if needed."
"Hn, The three eyed freak and the weakling Rookie. I feel safer already."

"Welcome to the thirty fifth world music awards, I'm you master of ceremonies this year cause I'm the world champion." Hercule announced to the empty theater. Vegeta rolled his eyes as Gohan giggled.
"I can't believe that moron is actually here. Why couldn't they get someone that had an actually brain to host this damn thing?"
"Who knows." Goku shrugged his shoulders.

After thinking about what a rich star would do in the city of LA, the guards came up with the conclusion that the only logical place for Bulma to disappear to would be any shopping areas.
"Krillin you go north, Tien you go south, and I'll go west." Piccolo said pointing out the directions to everyone.
"What about east?"
"We'll get that together. Meet back here in thirty minutes."
"Do you actually think she's out here? I mean she could of gone back to the hotel."
"Krillin, when was the last time Bulma has done anything on her own with out being told?"
"Good point. She's out here then. Lets find her before Vegeta skins us alive."

"Oh wow, I wonder if they have this in baby blue?" Bulma smiled as she window-shopped, finding a cute airy sundress in the front window of a store. Before she knew it, her feet took her right into the shop. After talking with the shops owner, she browsed around the store finding many outfits that she so wanted. With arms loaded down, she made her way to the dressing room to try them all on.

"Excuse me? Are you Bulma Briefs?" a sales girl asked shyly as Bulma came out of the dressing room to look in a full length mirror.
"Yes, but shhhh. People don't know I'm in town yet."
"Oh, I'll keep it quiet ma'am. I was just wondering if I could have your autograph. I'd love to make my friends jealous of me." Bulma laughed before grabbing the paper and pen from the girl's hands.
"Sure, what's your name?"
"Nikki, Nikki Castles."
"Pretty name Nikki." Bulma said scrawling her name across the paper with a smile before handing it back.
"Oh wow, thanks a lot! I can't believe I got to meet you."
"It was nice meeting you too Nikki." Bulma reached out and shook her hand before returning back to her outfits in hand.

A small pile of black dresses sat on the floor of the boutique that ChiChi and Jessica were busy in. None of the dresses looked right, or didn't cover all the bruises that she had received at the hands of Bulma's bodyguard/lover. ChiChi wasn't thrilled that she had the privilege to make sure that everyone was dressed correctly.
"Are you sure there isn't any others out there?" Jessica called from behind the closed door of the dressing room she was in.
"Not unless you want another color, but I don't think that's wise. All of the guards will be in black as should you."
"This is not a Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith movie Chi." Jessica said with sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"What?"
"Never mind, I knew it would go over your head."

Bulma left the store with a multitude of packages in her hands, humming a song to herself as she made her way further down the street, further from the hotel. Bulma stopped at a street corner waiting to cross when a blonde man with green eyes approached her.
"Hi, I've been waiting along time to do this Bulma."