Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Bul…Bulma…Kami no! ( Chapter 55 )

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Someone to watch over me…


Bulma watched horrified as her headset slipped from her head and tumbled to the stage floor below her, shattering on impact. Everything was going in slow motion for her, even though she knew it was a matter of seconds before she hit the ground. She closed her eyes as the wood grained flooring came up to meet her praying it wouldn't hurt too much when warm arms grabbed her inches from the floor. Without opening her eyes, she flung her arms around the person for dear life. Her heart thundered in her chest, everyone's voice muffled by her crying.

"Shhhh, it's ok. I've got you." A comforting voice murmured in her ear as she continued to cry.
"Oh my Kami, Bulma!" ChiChi shouted out as she raced up the stage steps as fast as she could with Gohan and Videl right behind her.
"Great catch 17." Krillin complimented immediately on his arrival to the scene.

Vegeta on the other hand was looking around for signs of foul play. If the stalker was around, he could have been the one to sabotage the platform to make Bulma fall to her death in front of everyone. In the matter of thirty seconds, stagehands, stars, and other people making sure she was all right, but only causing her more stress over the whole situation crowded around Bulma.

"Back up! Geeze give the poor woman some air for Pete's sake!" A dark haired woman yelled, pushing people back away from where 17 stood with Bulma still clutching him.
"Back up now before I get pissed." Came another shout from a different dark haired woman pushing herself through the crowd. Once people realized who was doing the shouting they started to move, going back to what they were doing originally before the accident happened.
"I think we've done our good deed for the day Alexa." Blaze said with a stratified nod of her head as she stood glaring at people until they left.
"Mark that one up in the books. Good deeds from us are few and far between."

"Bulma, are you ok? I'd like to set you down, but you have a death grip on me." 17 choked out, looking for some help from her bodyguards that stood near by.
"Here give her to me. I'm going to take her back to the hotel." Goku said trying to pry Bulma's arms from around the androids neck.
"Kakarott, I am never going to listen to you ever again. You not only lied to me but you also put my mate in danger." Vegeta seethed out as he stalked towards the small group of people.
"I didn't lie to you Vegeta. I knew Bulma could do it so there was no just cause to race up there when everything was fine."
"And she almost got herself killed because of your confidence. She is not going to be doing that tomorrow night!" The pitch of Vegeta's voice bellowed through the theater.
"I agree, I'm not going to do that tomorrow night. I don't like heights to begin with." Bulma sniffled out, roughly wiping away the tears from her face with a trembling hand.

"But Miss Briefs it's already written into the show that way. You have to come down on that platform." A short balding guy with a clipboard cut into the conversation. Vegeta glared at him for a moment before Bulma moved to stand in front of the saiyan prince.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Is there another way? I'm not going to risk my neck playing a stunt woman like a fucking idiot, no offense." Bulma said making sure the two stunt actresses, Alexa and Blaze that stood behind the director were not offended.
"But I can't allow…"
"Now listen here baldie! She will not be some trapeze artist for your ratings. She either has another entrance or she will not perform for you." Vegeta snarled out, gripping the director by the front of his dress shirt and lifting him up off the floor.
"I'm sure we can find something a lot safer for her to do sir." The director squeaked out
"You do that." Vegeta spat out dropping the director back on his feet before turning to wrap an arm around Bulma to escort her out of the theater.
"Leave the real stunt work to the professionals next time." Blaze said in an angry whisper right behind the director making him tense up.


All was quiet at the hotel for the remainder of the day. Marshmallow was muzzled courtesy of Vegeta so there were no surprises when they arrived back. Bulma immediately went to her room to rest from the day of hell. Her stomach was still upset with her nerves still tied in huge knots. Large amounts of room service were called in while the whole group sat in the main room waiting for dinner and discussing the day's events. Vegeta paced near the windows, keeping his thoughts and fears to himself. If anything ever happened to Bulma it would most likely kill him. He had never been this close to anyone besides his family before and vowed that no one would ever be that close again, until Bulma weaseled her way into his stone cold heart and broke the ice that clung to it.

"Hey Vegeta, you going to eat or can I eat your share too?" Goku asked breaking Vegeta of his contemplation of the last four and a half months with Bulma.
"Hn, leave my stuff alone Kakarott. I'm going to eat with the onna." Goku frowned a little knowing he wasn't going to get to feast on Vegeta's share of the food as well.
"Before you get any ideas." Vegeta walked over to one of the carts of food and picked up the huge tray of food that was on the top and started off to Bulma's room with it.

Bulma's room was dark with the curtains drawn to keep the last of the sunrays out of the room. Vegeta nudged the door closed with his foot before dropping the tray off on the small table near the bed. Bulma lay on the bed on her back with an arm thrown over her eyes while she drifted in and out of sleep. Vegeta kicked off his dress shoes at the foot of the bed before sitting down beside her on the bed to gaze down at the sleeping beauty. He lifted his hand to caress her face, but decided against it in fear of waking her from her light slumber. He opted to lean against the headboard with his arms cross to meditate for a while to calm his nerves. Before too long, he was sound asleep as well.

Jolting awake, the prince rubbed his eyes trying to remove the sleep-induced haze that clouded his mind. He had no clue how long he was asleep before his mate that still slept beside him woke him. She whimpered in her sleep, mumbling incoherently as he legs kicked and arms trembling and jerking around. In the faint light of the room, he could see the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she continued to battle her nightmare.

"Bulma wake up." Vegeta said in a whisper next to her ear, gently shaking her shoulders to help rouse the singer. She continued to whimper, her face contorting into pure sadness. Vegeta felt his heart ache at the scene, he never seen her look so lost and hopeless.
"Bulma." He said louder then the last as he continued to shake her shoulders with a little more force. With a sudden sharp intake of air into her lungs, Bulma bolted upright in the bed with Vegeta ducking out of the way before she collided with him.
"Onna what was that all about?" Bulma clutched at her heart, feeling it pound wildly in her chest before turning to see Vegeta sitting on the bed looking at her with concern and annoyance displayed on his face.
"You weren't there Vegeta, you weren't there." He voice cracking as she spoke with great emotion.
"I'm right here onna, I told you before that I wasn't going to leave you." She crawled out from under the tangled sheets, moving to sit in this lap, twisting her arms around his neck to make sure he was really there.

"The stalker got me, you weren't there to stop him. I called for you and you wouldn't come. I was so scared." Her voice trailing off as she buried her face into his chest, her shoulders shaking slightly with silent tears overcame her again. Hesitating slightly, he brought his arms around her form, rubbing her back slowly in comfort.

"Never you hear me, I'll never leave. I will be here when you need me." He whispered before placing a few small kisses on her forehead.
"Promise?" She sniffled, looking up at his face with blood shot eyes. The corner of his mouth slipped upwards in to a small smile.
"Promise."

The red carpet was laid out, the spotlights swayed back and forth in the darken California night. The limo stopped at the beginning of the carpet, the door swinging open with the help of a male greeter dressed in a tuxedo. Vegeta exited the limo extending his hand into the door to help Bulma out. Her white beaded dress shimmered with the lights and flashbulbs of cameras from the crowd of paparazzi and fans. Bulma smiled, her eyes gleaming in the lights as she waved to her fans that shouted her name like a mantra. She wrapped her arm around Vegeta's as they made their way down the crowded carpet towards the entrance to the theater. Vegeta could see Kakarott and Piccolo waiting by the doors where they were stationed until they entered, where they would follow them all the way to their seats in the theater. Tien, Jessica and Krillin were stationed in different parts of the theater watching for suspicious activities that might point them to the stalker.

"Bulma can we talk with you." A reporter called out to her. Her smile was bright as she approached him, her gown hugging every curve on her body gaining her lots of attention from her male fans. Vegeta stayed by her side as she was asked questions from all the reporters. With a small wink, she turned to Vegeta and gave him a peck on the cheek before continuing on to the entrance. Her bodyguard scowled at the show of affection out in public, but let it slid until the awards were over with.

"Bulma over here, right here!" Photographers yelled now to snap pictures that would grace magazine covers and newspapers alike with her beauty. Vegeta stepped away from her, not wanting to be photographed in his tux. He pulled gingerly at the collar, the black bow tie cutting into his throat it was so tight and uncomfortable.
"Stop that Vegeta." She reprimanded him with a light love tap to his hand to get him to stop fidgeting with his tie.
"You look very sexy like that." She whispered to him with a sly grin on her face as they came up on a small crowd still blocking the entrance into the theater.

Shots like thunder ripped through the air sending people scattering and screaming in all directions. Saiyan ears were ringing with the loud noise but their eyes and noses caught the sight and smell of fresh blood being spilled from someone close.
"Vegeta…" His name hissed out of Bulma's mouth with a twist of pain. Her hand clutching her chest tightly, dark blood seeped between delicate fingers staining the white beaded dress a dark wet crimson.

"Bul…Bulma…Kami no!" Vegeta stuttered out as he caught her body in his arms before she could hit the already red carpet. With knees buckling, Vegeta felt the floor come up to meet him.
"Veg…"
"Shush onna, don't speak."
"I…love you Vegeta…"
"Onna stop please." Vegeta ordered her, the pain so clearly etched on her face as she tried to talk to him.
"Help is on the way right now." A man yelled out, sirens blaring in the background of all the noise of camera flashes and murmurs of award goers.
"Vegeta…"
"Bulma!"

"Vegeta? Vegeta please!" With a start Vegeta jumped, the dream was so real, so damn real. Bulma looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Are you alright? You kept calling my name." She said as she tried to inch closer to him to wipe the sweat from his brow. He pulled back away from her touch, ashamed that she caught him having a nightmare, the same one that has plagued him for over a month straight.
"I'm fine onna. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you were crying." She managed a strangled whisper to him. He lifted his fingertips to his face finding that she was right, his cheeks stained with the liquid that he vowed never to fall from his eyes. How many other times had he done this in his sleep before? He did not know, but it was enough to wound his pride. He got up from the bed slipping on his jeans and dress shirt quickly before leaving the room in a flash. Bulma sat dumbfounded with his actions. She didn't know what to do to help if she didn't know what the problem was.


An hour later Vegeta found himself sitting at a piano on the stage of the darkened theater. He stared at the keys for a long time hoping they would take his troubles away from him. Ever so lightly his fingers slid across the keys taking in the smoothness before he positioned his hands. A small enchanting song flowed from his fingers on key at a time. He was a song his mother use to sing to him when he was a small child, a saiyan lullaby of sorts. For the life of him, he couldn't remember the words but he remembered how beautiful his mothers voice was when she sang it. Bulma's voice reminded him a lot of his mothers when she sang the slow beautiful songs with out the heavy music coursing in the background threatening to cover up the words of her beautiful voice sang out. As the last note died on the quiet air, Vegeta closed the lid over the keys carefully before standing up. A small group of applause was heard from the very back of the theater before a voice followed.

"I'm surprised you remember that Vegeta." The person said as they came closer to the stage into the dim house lights.
"Hn, I'm surprised also. It's been a very long time." Vegeta said, his voice lacking any type of emotion. Raditz stepped out of the shadows with two other people in tow, walking up the stage stairs to stand in front of his prince.
"I thought it was very beautiful." Vegeta frowned before looking up at the female that spoke last.
"Don't you have some stunts to do?"
"Maybe in the bedroom later, but not now." Blaze snickered slightly as she caught the blush staining Shin's face.
"What are you three doing here in the middle of the night anyways?" Vegeta asked as he sat back down on the piano bench.
"We came down here after the club kicked us out for being rowdy. Didn't expect to hear you playing when we came in though." Raditz said as he shifted on his feet.
"Hn, like always."

"So tell me my prince, what are you doing down here at this time of night?"
"Checking this place out again."
"You did some good checking. At least we know that piano isn't rigged with a bomb. Go back to the hotel Vegeta. Get some sleep and stop worrying. She'll be fine." Raditz said softly before taking his leave. Vegeta watched all three disappear into the darkness of the theater before he stood again.

"I won't fail, failure is not an option."