Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ A tea cup poodle as a murder weapon? ( Chapter 52 )

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Someone to watch over me…


Goku and Vegeta were ready to leave the theater when Gohan spotted Videl sitting in the front row of seats, kicking her feet in boredom.

"Kakarott, get your brat and lets go already." Vegeta said, his voice thick with disgust.
"Give Gohan a break Vegeta. He hasn't seen Videl in a few weeks and you know how they both like each other."
"I still say you stop them from seeing each other before you have that freak up there as your relative before too long."
"Oh? Well I'm not going to destroy Gohan's happiness just because her father has a few screws loose."
"Not like you don't have a few loose either. The elevator is running Kakarott, but it's not going all the way to the top floor."
"What?"
"Hn, nothing."


"Ahem, The nominees for best new polka album are…what the hell is this shit? Polka? People still listen to that?" A petite presenter practiced her lines from a piece of paper on the middle of the stage with her sidekick.
"Umm, where is that damn director at? I'm not presenting this damn award. How about alternative or heavy metal? Polka? I think I'm going to puke." The other thrusted her hands on her hips mimicking the disgusted look of her friend.
"Well ladies, I could get you a new award to present if you both would accompany to late lunch this afternoon." Hercule raised an eyebrow at the two. Alexa and Blaze, two actresses that performed their own stunts from hot action movies stood there giving the champion a death glare for a moment.
"What do you think Blaze?"
"No way in hell. He lays one finger on me and I'll drop his ass."
"Same here."


"Damn lights. I just want to cross the street here." Bulma mumbled to herself as she watched the crosswalk sign blink. Fidgeting with her packages she was preparing to cross when she heard her name from behind.
"Hi, I've been waiting along time to do this Bulma." She turned slightly on her heel to glimpse over her shoulder at the person. She couldn't figure out how anyone recognized her dressed the way she was, especially with the hat and shades hiding her beautiful blue hair and eyes.

"I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else, I'm not Bulma. Sorry." Bulma insisted to the young man in front of her.
"Yeah, sure you're not. I know you're Bulma. You mind coming with me? I'm pretty sure we could have a good time." The blue haired beauty backed way from him, her heart starting to beat rapidly in panic. She knew she shouldn't have gone off like she did and leave her guards, but it was too late for regrets now. She had to get out of there before something bad actually happened.

"Leave me alone before my husband gets here. He'll kill you before asking questions." She managed to ramble out quickly. The man shook his head with a grin on his face.
"You're not married Bulma so don't even try that on me. Are you going to come with me or do I have to drag you with me?" Bulma bit her lip as she continued her steps backwards to keep a safe distance between her and the stranger in front of her.


"That's perfect!" ChiChi announced loudly as she looked over the dark navy blue evening gown that Jessica wore out of the dressing room.
"Are you sure? I mean it's a little too frilly for my tastes." Jessica said dryly as she looked over her shoulder in the mirror to see the back.
"Nonsense. I bet that you'll look better then half those other stars out there."
"They show this much skin?"
"More actually."
"Ok, if you say so. But I won't ever wear something like this again." Jessica picked up the front of the dress and marched back into the dressing room to change back into her jeans and tee shirt.
"I see this is going to be fun. All the guards are acting like babies over their outfits."


People buzzed around the theater doing the major set up of the stage as actors and musicians came and went to practice lines for the actual awards presentation. Dress rehearsals for stage acts were scheduled for the day before and the morning of the awards to make sure everything would go off with out a hitch. Videl and Gohan sat in awe as they watched some of the coolest people walk by them.

"Kakarott, I'm growing impatient of waiting now." Vegeta growled out as he watched the people walk past them.
"Come one Gohan, seems Uncle Vegeta is grumpy."
"I am not the brat's Uncle so do not refer to me as it anymore before I rip your damn head off."
"Awww please let Gohan stay here. It's no fun watching Dad doing his stuff." Videl started to beg now, puppy dog eyes glaring up at the two pure blood saiyans.
"Why don't you go with them? I'm sure your father won't miss you." A monotone females voice said from behind them.
"You think so? Yeah!" Videl got up and started to dance around.
"Great! Damn you android, don't you think I have something better to do then watch over the idiot's brat as well?"
"Not really. Have fun Videl, I'll come get you before dinner." 18 gave a wave as she walked away joining up with her brother 17 on stage right to watch Hercule continue to make an ass of himself.

"So why do they call you Kid Rock? You don't look like a kid or a rock." A tousle of dirty blonde hair spun around to come face to face with the world champion.
"And they call you Hercule? You look more like Ronald McDonald on crack." A cocky smile graced his lips before he cocked his pimp hat down over his eyes.
"I'm the world champion, you can't talk to me like that!"
"And I'm Kid Rock and I don't give a fuck, nice to meet you." Hercule stood with his mouth wide open watching the 'American Bad Ass' himself walk away.
"Yeah you better walk away from me before I pound your scrawny ass down." Hercule said raising his fist into the air after Kid Rock was behind the tall curtains.


Tien, Krillin and Piccolo met back at the street corner they split up at trying to find Bulma. All three came up empty handed, each complaining about how many people were around and how hard it was to pick up on Bulma's ki in such a place.

"Great, Vegeta is going to have all of our heads on a platter for this." Krillin squeaked out as he held a hand to his throat.
"Get over it Krillin, it wasn't our fault that Bulma keeps slipping away. You remember the time we were in England and we lost her at Buckingham Palace?" Tien snickered a bit at the memory.
"Don't remind me, I thought Yamcha was going to fire us all!"
"You two talk to much. Come on, this way." Piccolo snapped out as he walked in front of them looking for the signature blue locks of Bulma above the crowd. People of all kinds stopped dead in their tracks to watch the tall green Namekian walk down the sidewalk with a short and three eyed man on either side of him.

"Hey Piccolo. Those people are staring at you." Krillin said craning his neck to look up at him.
"So? Let them stare for all I care." Piccolo replied in a very calm voice.
"What? You're not going to kill them?"
"I'll do that later with the dust bunny of death at my side." Krillin snickered a little; the thought of the poodle of death was something to get anyone to laugh.
"A tea cup poodle as a murder weapon? I'd like to see that." Tien answered.
"You want to be the first victim?"
"Uh, no that's alright with me. How about Hercule or that cheesy boy band what's their names?"
"Oh I know who you're talking about. Ginyu Force right?"
"Yeah that's them. Piccolo you have to let Marshmallow go after them. I'd like to see them mangled by the mutt." A creepy looking smile came across thin green lips. The gears in Piccolo's brain started to turn in over time.


Vegeta walked behind Goku and the kids out of the theater into the bright California sun. Rolling his eyes, Vegeta felt the urge to just start blowing things up, but thought it unwise at the moment because of the wraith he'd face from Bulma if he did.
"Hey look, there's an ice cream shop!" Gohan chirped loudly, pointing across the street from them.
"That sounds good right now. It's pretty hot right now." Goku chimed in as well. Vegeta just snorted his patients already gone for the afternoon.
"Bakas! Find your own way back to the hotel. I'm leaving."
"Sure you don't want some of that fantastic chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream you like?" Goku said coyly at the saiyan prince. The shorter saiyan stopped in his tracks before looking back.
"Chocolate chip cookie dough?"
"Uh huh, I bet they have tons of it there."
"I'm glad I thought of going there then eh Kakarott?" Goku laughed and shook his head. As long as they kept Vegeta happy, it would put the likely hood of the city surviving at a greater chance.


Back at the hotel, ChiChi and Jessica were just arriving back to the main room with their purchases. Sighing loudly, Jessica kicked off her sneakers and crashed down on the couch exhausted.
"Shouldn't Bulma and the others be back here by now?" ChiChi asked looking around the empty rooms. Jessica shrugged lightly before grabbing the remote to the TV.
"I suppose so. Maybe they got lost or something. This is a pretty big city you know."
"I know I'm just worried about Goku and Gohan."
"Chi, they're big boys they can handle themselves. Besides Vegeta is with them."
"That's what I'm worried about."

Two rooms over, the sound of footsteps echoed off the rich marble flooring. Eye darted nervously in every direction before going in to the next room. Fearful of being caught, the footsteps became quicker before carpet dampened the noise in camouflage. Spying its target in view, eyes widen in anticipation. With a flick of a tongue dry lips were moistened. Moving in on the kill with lightning speed, the shoe didn't stand a chance. Marshmallow snarled and clamped on to a black dress shoe of Piccolo's in fury shaking it violently back and forth. Piccolo's best shoes were not even safe from the gnawing poodle of death.




"I'm warning you to stay away from me!" Bulma said loudly, putting a hand out in front of herself in defense. The man still advanced on her, the people around her taking hardly any notice that she was being stalked backwards against the traffic on the sidewalk.
"What are you going to do? Swing those shopping bags at me?" Bulma grabbed her cell phone from the case on her hip.
"I'm going to call my husband, just stay back." With shaky fingers, Bulma started to dial Vegeta's cell phone number while keeping an eye on the man that continued upon her. She placed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring.
'Please answer Vegeta, please.' She started to cry when he didn't answer his phone right away like he usually did. Tears started to slip down her face. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know where her hotel was, and she didn't know where Vegeta was.
"Hello?"
"Oh my gawd Jessica is that you?"
"Bulma?" Bulma started to cry when she recognized the voice on the other end of the phone.
"I need help."
"Bulma stop crying where are you?"
"I…I don't know…"
"Where is Piccolo?"
"I don't know…I left…I left them."
"Shit! Bulma I'm going to personally kick your ass." Bulma continued to cry into the phone with Jessica telling her to calm down and describe what she was seeing around her when a set of arms locked around Bulma's waist from behind.