Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Might be maimed, but not killed ( Chapter 53 )

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Someone to watch over me…

Jessica bounded off the couch, stomping her feet back into the worn sneakers as fast as she cool. ChiChi came back from hanging up the dress that was just bought when she was startled by the loud noises coming from the main room.

"Give me your phone now!" ChiChi's eyes widened at the tone of voice Jessica was using towards her.
"Why? You have your phone already."
"It's Vegeta's. Numb nuts left it here. Give me your phone I need to call Tien now!" Jessica shouted, her voice becoming louder with each syllable. ChiChi grabbed her purse off the table near the door, dumping the contents onto it.
"Here!" She said tossing the phone across the room at the fiery red head.

"Bulma listen to me. Stay on the phone with me you hear me? I'm calling Tien right now. Are you in danger?" Jessica asked into the phone as she punched in Tien's phone number on the other phone.
"Yes." Bulma whimpered on the other end. Cursing to herself, Jessica held both phones to her ears.

"Hello?"
"Damn it you assholes! Where the hell are you?"
"Nice greeting from the lady in my life." Tien gave a small laugh at her greeting.
"No time for that shit now you three eyed freak. Where is Bulma?"
"Don't know, she escaped us again."
"She's in danger right now. I got her on the phone right now and she's bawling like a baby." Tien growled loudly before Jessica could hear him telling Krillin and Piccolo what was happening.
"Do you know where she's at? Can she tell you?"
"She has no clue where she's at. She won't stop hyperventilating enough for me to understand half of what's she's saying."
"Great we're all going to be dead."


The ice-cold sweet treat hit the spot for both Goku and Vegeta, while the sugar wound up the kids to the next level of hyperness.
"See I told you they'd have your favorite Vegeta." Goku let out a content sigh as they continued to walk towards the hotel watching Gohan and Videl play tag on the crowded sidewalks.
"Everyone should have what the Prince demands." Vegeta declared as he crossed his arms, trying to keep a few steps in front of Goku. The silence was deafening between them before Goku decided to bring up the awards once again.

"You ready for Friday?" Vegeta bowed his head at the thought of awards only being two days away. This is why he was hired in the first place, to protect Bulma at all costs, and that day was coming too quickly.
"Hn, I'm more then ready." Was the prince's only reply on the subject.


Bulma dropped all her packages to the ground with the invasion of foreign arms wrapped around her. With a brief struggle to get loose, the cell phone was dropped roughly to the ground as Bulma kicked her feet, her black cap coming off revealing a cascade of blue hair in a disheveled mess.

"Let me go now!" She screamed grabbing attention of passer bys now.
"This guy bothering you Bulma?" The stranger behind Bulma asked, hands not leaving her waist. Bulma nodded her head shakily in response.
"I suggest you leave before I tear you apart myself." The voice was low and threatening. The man in front of Bulma gave him an evil death glare before going on his way.

"You know you shouldn't be out here without someone right?" Bulma spun around taking her purse and beating the guy.
"Damn it Raditz don't you freaking do that to me again." Raditz laughed, throwing back his wild long mane of hair as Bulma gave him one last good whack.
"I didn't think you were so damn jumpy girl. So what are you doing out here by yourself? LA isn't the place to be without a bodyguard."
"I kind of ditched the guards at the sign in office to do some shopping and meet up with girls but never happened." Raditz snorted before rolling his eyes at her. Bulma roughly wiped the tears from her face, still trying to calm her breathing.
"Come on, I'll take you back to your hotel on one condition." Bulma picked up all the bags and her now broken cell phone.
"What's that?" She sniffled out.
"Dinner. Your treat for saving the damsel in distress." Now it was Bulma's turn to snort and roll her eyes at the tall burly guy.


Waiting at the street corner three blocks away, Tien, Krillin and Piccolo stood keeping their eyes open for Bulma while Jessica made her way towards them. She panicked when she was cut off on the cell phone with her employer and raced out the door of the hotel room.

"Oh great! And I thought we could just find Bulma and get her back to the hotel with out any problems." Krillin said with a nervous laugh.
"You thought wrong Krillin. But it looks like we won't have to wait much longer for our death sentence, cause here comes Goku and Vegeta." Tien said while trying to find some place safe to hide.
"If I don't make it, tell 18 I love her."
"Krillin, shut it already. You are not going to die. Might be maimed, but not killed." Piccolo snapped at the smaller guard while he kept an eye on the two saiyans coming closer and closer to them.

"Hey guys! Glad I caught up with you. Did you find her yet?" Jessica blurted out loudly as she approached quickly. Tien shook his head and pointed his thumb towards the two saiyans coming their way.
"Oh shit! I think this is my cue to get the hell out of Dodge and quick. Bye!" Jessica said quickly, trying to make a break for it before Tien grabbed her arm.
"Hey let me go damn it. I'm not the one that lost the singer."
"If we're going down you are too."

"Hey Vegeta, isn't that the rest of the guards up there?" Goku asked, pointing out the tall Namekian first.
"Hn, wonder what they're doing over on this side of town."
"We're about to find out aren't we?" Both saiyans watched the kids bound up to the other guards, the sugar still flowing through their veins.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Goku asked as he grabbed his bounding son off of Piccolo. The four other guards looked at one another nervously.
"Oh I'm going to get something to eat. Yeah that's it. I'm starving." Jessica said trying to get away again before Tien wrapped an arm around her shoulders blocking her exit.
"Where is Bulma?" Vegeta snarled out once he realized she was nowhere in sight. Jessica whimpered a bit at the tone of Vegeta's voice.
"Umm, she's in that store right there and we're…umm we're waiting on her to come out." The rest of the guards shook their heads to agree with Krillin immediately.
"Fine I'll wait right here and wait for her to come out then." He answered with a smug look on his face.
"You think that's a good idea Vegeta? I mean don't you have other places to check out before the awards?" Tien asked, trying desperately to get the prince to leave so they could finish their search of the area for the missing singer.
"I have all the places I need checked out done already."
"Even the restaurants for after the awards parties?" Krillin added in to help.
"There are parties after this wretched thing?" Vegeta's face contorted with the news.
"Oh yeah, tons of them. I bet Bulma will want to attend a few before going back to the hotel afterwards."
"I will not attend these pathetic parties. She's going to get her damn awards and we're out of here got that?"
"Alrighty boss, just make sure Bulma knows of your plans."


Bulma didn't realize how far away from the hotel she was when Raditz found her. It seemed like they were walking forever, but with Bulma window-shopping on the way made it longer then it should of.
"Man everyone is going to be so pissed off at me when they finally find me." She sighed out as she hefted the bags in her hands.
"Like I said before, you really need to be with someone when you're out here. There are too many wackos running around here. Just look at me."
"If I didn't know better Raditz, yes you'd be another wacko, but you're not. Ooof!"



In the matter of a half hour, the poodle of death had shredded five pairs of socks, three pairs of shoes, and was working on her first pair of boxers when something else caught her attention. There it hung in plain sight, beautiful and sparkling with the afternoon sun. With gray eyes widening with expectation, Marshmallow lunged towards the prize that would put her over the edge in gnawing history. Grabbing the hem of the shimmering red evening gown hanging on the hanger, Marshmallow gave a tug watching it tumble down to her level. With a loud growl, the gown was tore into with enthusiasm ripping the material and sequence off.


With Bulma talking away, she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking until she ran straight into someone hard.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention….shit!" She squeaked out when she saw dark eyes boring down on her.
"Hi honey, you got some ice cream right here." She pointed to a small stain on Vegeta's tie before she cringed back waiting for the ass chewing of her lifetime.
"Don't call me those stupid pet names. Where the hell have you been?" Bulma looked at the other guards that stood right behind him with their arms crossed mirroring him exactly.
"Shopping see! And I'll call you anything I want snuggle bunny." She thrusted out her hands that were full of bags with a giggle.
"With a lazy ass bum no less I see." Vegeta remarked looking Raditz over.
"Since when have I been a bum Vegeta? Lazy ass I'll admit to, but not the bum part."
"Whoa whoa, wait a minute here. You guys know each other?" Bulma asked shoving her bags towards Goku and Tien.
"You could say that." Vegeta snarled out.
"Oh come on Vegeta, she doesn't know about me? I use to be this clown's bodyguard a very long time ago."
"Vegeta you needed a bodyguard?" Goku asked, peeking over his shoulder at the disgruntled saiyan prince.
"Shut up you imbecile! Only reason I had one was because my father wanted it that way. Guess I should tell you that there are more Saiyans here on this piece of shit planet then just us."
"Really? Are they cool just like us?"
"Ask your brother baka." Vegeta snorted before walking away with his arm around Bulma, pulling her along with him.
"Bye Raditz, Thanks for everything. Damn it Vegeta, why can't you be nice just for once." Bulma started yelling at her mate in punishment for his rude behavior, forgetting she was the one that was in trouble in the first place.

With all tempers dampened, and the fight dying down before they got back to the hotel, Vegeta and Bulma made their way up to the suite of the hotel to get in some extra curricular activities before dinner. Three rooms down the occupants were just arriving back to see their bedroom totally trashed with fabric and leather. Piccolo's eyes widen in shock when he found his instrument of death under the bed gnawing on the last remaining pair of boxers. With a howling laugh, Tien and Krillin fell over laughing at the destruction of almost everything Piccolo had packed for the trip.

"Oh my gawd! Piccolo get your ass in here and bring that damn rat with you!" A females voice shrieked from the adjoining room. Jessica raised an eyebrow as she entered the room trying to keep snickering to a minimum. ChiChi stood holding what was left of her red evening gown in one hand and a chewed up red heel in the other almost in tears.
"I can't believe this, why me?"

"Where is that damn dog at onna?" Bulma shrugged her shoulders before giving Vegeta another kiss.
"Can't perform with an audience sneaking around here?"
"You know how much I hate that thing. Especially those damn little beady eyes. I think its possessed."
"And you talk about me talking too much. Shut up and lets make love damn it!"