Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ she sounds like a cat in heat ( Chapter 54 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me…Thanks!! I do not own the songs "Want you bad" By Offspring, "My heart will go on" By Celine Dion, "Nod ya head (Black suits comin)" By Will Smith, or the song "Respect" by Pink.


Someone to watch over me…



"I can't believe that freaking dog ate all my stuff." Piccolo sighed out as he paid for his new shoes. Krillin chuckled, thanking Kami that none of his stuff was trashed in the gnawing raid.
"That's what you get for training that damn thing to destroy our stuff. What goes around comes around ten fold." Tien snickered. Piccolo rolled his eyes, yes he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass, but it was fun while it lasted.

ChiChi was still fuming over the loss of her beautiful gown she was planning on wearing to the awards tomorrow night. She ran from store to store looking for the right dress that would substitute for the shredded one with no luck. Jessica, Bulma and Vegeta stood back watching her rush like a mad woman.
"I got ten zeni that she blows up in the next five minutes." Bulma whispered to Jessie. The red head giggled before she answered.
"Two minutes tops. What you say Veggie?" Vegeta slowly turned his head towards his fellow guard with a snarl.
"Don't you ever call me that again." He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, won't happen again."

"Why me? Why does this always happen to me?" ChiChi was ranting from the dressing rooms now earning giggles from her friends and scaring off the sales clerks in the proximity. Vegeta actually chuckled finding it pretty amusing to see Kakarott's mate in this pissy state.
"Hey Chi, why don't you take my dress? I mean I hate it really and I feel weird wearing something that fancy." ChiChi huffed out of the dressing room tugging on a shoe before looking up at the female guard.
"Oh no, you are going to wear it and like it. I did not waste my time yesterday looking all over for that dress for you not to wear it."
"Sheesh, fine! But I'm warning you once the awards are over it's being burned."


After three hours of shopping and the lack of sleep on account of Vegeta, Bulma yawned as she stood near the stage watching people come and go as she waited her turn to get one last practice run in before the show. Her back up dancers here scattered all around the theater relaxing and gossiping about other acts and famous people. Bulma could feel the butterflies in her stomach, and a cold sweat making her somewhat queasy at the moment. She couldn't believe she was nervous to get up on the stage and perform. It was never like that before, she loved to perform in front of thousands of people and see their happy faces in the crowd, singing along with her on every song she belted out for them.

"Bulma are you alright? You look kind of pale." ChiChi asked placing a hand on Bulma's forehead.
"I'm…I think I'm going to be sick…" Bulma cupped her mouth and made a fast exit to the nearest restroom. Vegeta watched her turn the corner before he chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" ChiChi seethed out, her index finger poised to poke the prince in the chest.
"Told the onna to eat her breakfast, guess she doesn't want to listen to me."
"Ha! Has it occurred to you that her nerves are completely frazzled? Both of you waltzing around with out a care in the world while Bulma is sitting around scared for her life?" Jessica blurted in.
"Don't you assume that I'm 'waltzing' around with out a care here." Vegeta hissed out at the red head to his left.
"Then act like it then. I'm going to check on Bulma. Excuse me." Jessica pushed her way past Vegeta and the rest to check up on the singing star.

Two sets of small eyes peered over the back of the theater seats watching the performers on the stage in great amazement.
"I think he's cute." Videl announced loudly to her partner in crime that sat beside her.
"I like his clothes. I think my mom would kill me though." Gohan sighed out as they watched the band 'Bad Little God' set up. The singer Shin strutted around in tight black leather pants and black silk shirt with the first three buttons undone.
"Yeah, but you would look cool!" They both laughed and continued to watch as a fast drumbeat started filtering guitars in quickly. Shin grabbed the microphone in one hand and brought his rose tinted sunglasses down to the tip of his nose as he started to sing.

Piccolo and Goku grasped their ears forgetting how loud it got in the theaters as the music up on the stage started. ChiChi stood there with mouth gapped open watching the show.
"Has a nice beat!" Goku shouted over the music to his fellow guards. Krillin leaned against the railing in front of him tapping a foot in time.
"This is supposed to be on national television? They are allowing this?" ChiChi huffed out not enthused over the choice of music and clothing of the band on stage. Tien nodded his head as he continued to listen to the music.
"I can't believe this! All of this is going to corrupt my baby. Gohan my poor baby is going to be corrupted by all of this bad influence."

"Get out of clothes time, Grow out those highlights
Come around now can't you see?
I want you in a vinyl suit I want you bad.
Complicated, X-rated, I want you bad."


Far into the deep recesses of the theater, Jessica was waiting outside the ladies room for Bulma to exit. The music was a dull roar from there, but still loud to create a ringing in the red head's ears.

"Bulma are you alright in there?" Jessica asked pounding on the door once again.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone." Came the reply from the other side of the heavy wooden door that separated them. Jessica sighed as she placed a hand on her forehead before pushing the bathroom door in to find out what was going on in there.
"You know we're not going to let anything happen to you Bulma. You need to calm your nerves, it's not good for you." The sound of Bulma throwing up once again made Jessica cringe slightly trying to quell her stomach not to flip flop with the noise.
"You're really sick aren't you?" Jessica shook her head and grabbed some paper towels, wetting them with cold water before going to Bulma's side.
"Here. Maybe we should forget about this dress rehearsal?" Bulma shook her head as she cleaned herself up.
"I can't afford to let some lunatic run me off."


"Whoa, did you see your mom freak out?"
"Yeah, she's like that all the time though. She gets that way when I don't study too." Gohan whined to his friend as they watched the next act coming on to stage ready to practice.

"This is a total waste of time." Vegeta huffed out as he watched a lanky woman come out on the stage. Piccolo quirked an eyebrow before a small smirk graced his lips.
"You are not going to like this Vegeta trust me." Vegeta eyed the tall Namek, silently questioning him for his statement.
"The faster we get this wench off the stage the faster Bulma will be up and we'll be out of this hell hole."

"Celine is everything set?" A stagehand yelled up to the skinny woman on the stage that gripped a microphone.
"Yeah, let's try this. Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you,
that is how I know you go on Far across the distance and spaces between us you have come to show you go on."

Vegeta, Goku, Piccolo and Krillin all cringed hard with the high-pitched voice.
"Oh my Kami she sounds like a cat in heat." Tien muttered out holding his own ears.
"See I told you." Piccolo said as he charged a small ki ball in his right hand and tossed it towards the stage at the singer's feet. The pitch of the scream that admitted from the singer was at least five octaves above the one she was singing in.
"That wasn't funny guys." Came ChiChi's voice from behind them as she scolded them. The five guards stood there, shoulders moving with the quieted laughter from each.
"That sure got rid of her quickly. The look on her face was priceless! Where is a camera when you need one." Krillin snickered.
"That was brilliant Green Bean, I dare you to do that tomorrow night."
"You're on."

Backstage was a flurry of excitement with people running around. Bulma had slipped into a dressing room with Jessica and her dancers warming up while the next act was on the stage doing sound check. The female guard stood back and watched the nervous singer going through her stretches noticing the slight tremor in her hands as she did.
"Are you sure you're alright Bulma?" Bulma looked up from double knotting her shoes to shake her head.
"I'm fine I told you. Man you're just like Vegeta can't get rid of you either."
"If you're thinking about escaping from here, I wouldn't blame you one bit. But before you do take me with you." Bulma smiled before breaking out laughing.
"Sure, I'll take you with me."


"Who is that?" Gohan asked his female sidekick as he watched the stage fill up with dancers all dressed in black suits.
"You don't know who that is Gohan? You live in a closet or something?"
"Well no, I just don't know everyone like you do ok?"
"It's ok, I'll forgive you just this once. You seen the Men in Black movies?" Gohan nodded his head slowly trying to catch up with her train of thought.
"Yeah, I got to see it with my dad but my Mom had a fit."
"You'll get a kick out of this then."

On the other side of the theater, Goku was trying to hide behind Vegeta as he kept his eyes on the stage as people filed out on it ready for the next practice.
"What in three fucks are you doing Kakarott? Get away from me!"
"That guy up there, man he gets rid of aliens and stuff." Vegeta eyed the dark colored man on the stage in the black suit. Vegeta started laughing loudly, drawing attention from people all over the theater.
"Kakarott, you're a fool. No one can get rid of us!"
"Are you sure?"
"If they did, half this planet would disappear. There are tons of aliens just like us that walk around here."
"I would of never guessed."
"Baka, you never use your brain anyways."


"I am the man in black
I'm back breakin' the back of the random attacker
So can the flack, yo'
I'm dangerous, I've been trained to bust
When a stranger fuss, tryin' to endanger us
Praise me, y'all, don't nothin' phaze me, y'all
When they see me they gage be all crazy y'all
They say I'm a myth, trust me if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination appears Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes
Black tie with the black attitude
New style, black Raybans, I'm stunnin', man
New hotness, pitch black, 600, man"


"I'm going out front now Bulma. We'll be watching. Good luck." Bulma nodded her head to Jessica as she climbed up the stairs to the stage. She watched as her dancers got ready for the last group to exit the stage to get into place as she was led up a steep set of steel stairs that was high above the stage. She was going to be lowered from high above the middle of the stage on a platform to start her song off. Her stomach was twisting in knots again, the height she was at making her feel unsure about doing her performance this way. She adjusted her headset microphone before stepping unsurely out on the platform that was being held up with four cables suspended fifty feet over the stage floor.
"Shit I hate this, shit I really hate this."

"See Kakarott, the big bad man in black is gone you can stop hiding."
"Sure? Cause I really want to see Bulma, but not if he's around." Vegeta turned sharply cupping Goku in the ear.
"Baka."
"Hey, she's ready."
"Hn, I'm surprised I didn't hear her loud voice yet."
"Shush Vegeta, she's really not feeling well. Her nerves are shot right out the window right now." The familiar music started to pump through the speaker system that the guards had heard at least a thousand times during the last few weeks. All eyes turned towards the stage watching and waiting for Bulma's arrival to the stage.

"This is my rap song one two three four.
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face. Pick-up lines like what's your sign?
Won't get you anyplace. When me and all my girls go walking down the street,
Seems we can't go anywhere without a car that goes beep, beep"

The platform started its descent down toward the stage with a shaky Bulma on it for the ride as she sang. Vegeta smirked seeing his mate being lowered down from up above like an angel. He couldn't wait for the real performance tomorrow night to see it all put together with the lights and costumes.

"Cause this body is a priceless piece of lovin' unconditionally, yes!
So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are? You was thinkin' you's gon' get it for free? Yeah yeah…whoa!"

Bulma started to teeter on the platform, her balance not quite right making it wobble slightly as she moved. She righted herself stiffly in the middle as the platform came closer to the ground. Vegeta jerked when he noticed his mate equilibrium being unsteady, but Goku put a hand on his shoulder.
"She's ok. Trust me." Goku said with a serious look on his face reassuring the elder saiyan. Vegeta growled to himself, shrugging off the hand of the younger saiyan.

The platform creaked down slowly, Bulma continuing with the song as the dancers on the stage moved in erotic gestures with the music all of them unaware of the dangers that lurked closely. The cable snapped on the front right side sending the platform leaning downwards with Bulma sliding with it, her high heels tangling in the cable. Her shrill scream was deafening through the amplifying system as she tumbled off the platform still twenty feet in the air above the stage.

"BULMA!"