Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ Yeah, someone to watch over me... ( Chapter 56 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me…Thanks!!!
I don't own 'Lonely Road of Faith' which is owned by Kid Rock and I don't own 'Down with the sickness' which is owned by Disturbed.


Someone to watch over me…


"The sun is shining and the birds are singing, you are listening to LA's own 107.4 Kiss FM. Can you believe it, tonight is the big awards show down and the Canvener's Theater. Come down early to get your seats to watch the stars come out tonight. Here is one of the nominee's for tonight's awards Kid Rock and his newest Lonely Road of Faith. Up and down that lonely road of faith I have been there unprepared for the storms and tides that rise…I realize one thing how much I love you and it hurts to see, see you crying…"

The radio droned on as Bulma sat in front of the mirror in her hotel suite brushing her hair. She frowned slightly noticing the small bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep from the night before. Both Vegeta and herself plagued with nightmares didn't help the situation. Bulma had tried waiting up for Vegeta to return back to bed that night, only to fall asleep after an hour of waiting.
"Tonight might be the last night of my life." She whispered to herself, the knots still tied tightly in the pit of her stomach. She put down her brush, her hand still trembling with nerves before sighing loudly. She hated the waiting game.

Vegeta stood near the big glass doors that lead out on the balcony of the suite. He practically had no sleep at all that night with the nightmares and his thoughts. He could hear Bulma in the bedroom, finally stirring from her sleep. With a deep sigh he came back to the couch and sat down, his thoughts only on keeping her safe tonight.

"Vegeta?" The prince snapped his head up from the newspaper at the sound of his name being called. Bulma stood in the doorway of her bedroom dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt with a small smile on her lips.
"What?" He growled out at her.
"Where did you go last night? I waited up for you to come back, and you never did."
"None of your business where I went last night. What I do by myself stays with me." Bulma sighed heavily before plopping herself down in a chair across from him, her blue eyes looking over every handsome feature of the prince.
"I was worried about you after you left last night." Bulma admitted, twisting her fingers in the hem of her sweatshirt nervously before stealing another look at Vegeta.
"Hn, like you have enough to worry about already. Last time I checked I was the bodyguard and I can take care of myself."
"I know Vegeta, but I just can't stop worrying for some reason. I just have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach like something bad is going to happen."
"The only thing you should worry about right now is that damn mutt chewing up your dress for tonight. Leave the worrying to your guards onna."
"I told Piccolo to leave that dog at the house but he wouldn't listen to me."
"Hn, and look what happened." Vegeta glanced at his watch before getting up from the couch and tossing the morning paper to the table next to it.
"Where you going?" Bulma asked getting up from the chair to follow him a few steps.
"To talk with Kakarott and Rookie. Is that a problem?"
"I…no, no problem at all." Bulma said, her voice heavy in disappointment.
"Find something to do onna. You have six hours before you have to be ready to leave this place." The prince said before exiting the room in search of the other guards down the hall.



"How do I look?" Jessica asked coming out from the bathroom and twirling around in front of Tien and Krillin in her dress for the awards. Krillin started to snicker immediately while Tien shook his head at her.
"What? You don't like it?"
"It's not that we don't like it, it's just that well you have to lose the bullet proof vest." Tien laughed out. Jessica crossed her arms and stuck up her nose.
"I just wanted to be prepared for tonight. Not my fault ChiChi made me get this damn awful dress." Jessica whined out. The dress was low cut in both the front and back not leaving much to the imagination.
"Well we could always give the dress to Marshmallow to eat and then you could wear a suit or something." Krillin suggested. Jessica's eyes lit up at the thought.
"Where is Marshmallow at? I'm sure we could always say she ate the muzzle."
"Not going to happen Rookie." Vegeta's voice came from behind them making them all jolt. Jessica snapped her fingers in disappointment
"Hey at least I tried. Who in their right mind wears this kind of dress?"
"Kakarott would if I told him to." Vegeta remarked getting laughs from the three guards.
"So what do you want Vegeta? You don't grace us with your presence unless something is happening." Tien asked getting his tux bag out of the closet.
"Just rounding you all up. Some of you will be leaving soon to get to the theater early."
"Yep, Krillin and Piccolo are going down in a few hours then me and Tien will head down an hour before the show." Jessica said adjusting her bulletproof vest under the satin gown.
"Rookie, lose the vest." Vegeta snorted out before he left the room.
"Hmpft! I'll get my way some how."


Three hours before the awards…

Bulma sat at the vanity mirror putting the finishing touches on her make up with ChiChi and Jessica helping her gather things around.
"I got the stage costume in the car already so the only thing you need to do is get yourself ready Bulma." ChiChi said getting Bulma's white beaded gown out of the dress bag.
"Ugh, I can't do shit with my hair! Should I put it up or leave it down?" Bulma asked getting frustrated quickly.
"Up."
"Down."
"You two are no help to me." Bulma rolled her eyes to her two female companions.
"Just don't do something funky with it like what Yamcha would want you to do. I still say put it up. I think you look classy like that."
"What? Are you saying I don't look classy?"
"Bulma I think you need to chill out a bit. I know you're nervous but don't get your thong in an up roar here." Jessica said as she took a seat on Bulma's bed.
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous and scared about tonight guys. I'll be happy when it's all over and done with."
"I'm sure you will be. You want something to eat before we go? You might not get another chance until after the awards tonight."
"No way Chi, I might get sick or something and I rather not have billions of people see me get nervous and puke in the middle of the stage tonight."
"Wise idea. We'll hold off on that then."
"Well I got to go and get ready. Tien and I are leaving in a few hours to head down to the theater. I'll see you there. And Bulma…"
"Yes?"
"Good luck. I'll be watching over you." Jessica gave Bulma a warm smile before leaving the bedroom to head back to her room to get ready for the awards.

"So what do you think? Don't I look spiffy?" Tien asked as he smoothed out the fabric of his tux.
"Looking smooth. We look almost like those men in black guys you know." Goku quipped as he tried to tie his bow tie for the eighth time.
"Do I really have to wear this Dad?" Gohan whined out trying desperately to loosen his bow tie on his miniature tux that matched his fathers.
"You look pretty handsome son. I think Videl will really like it."
"Silly girls. What are they good for anyways? I only like Videl cause she knows how to fight and spar."
"You will understand girls when you get older. I'll bet you a hundred zeni that you will look at Videl in a different light in a few years." Gohan crinkled up his nose at the thought.
"Ewwww. I don't like Videl that way." Both Goku and Tien gave each other a knowing look before smiling back at Gohan.


ChiChi had finally left to get herself ready leaving Bulma to fend for herself. After fighting with her hair for forty-five minutes, Bulma finally decided on putting it up in a tight bun leaving small tendrils of hair to frame her face.
"Oh come on." She growled out as she slipped the dress on and was wrestling with the zipper that ran up the back of the dress. The door of the suite opened and slammed shut alerting her to the arrival of the prince back to the room.

"He doesn't sound too happy." She mumbled out as she cocked her arm around her back trying to catch the zipper.
"Onna? Are you done in there?" Bulma rolled her eyes before Vegeta marched into the room. He stopped short in the doorway looking her over in the beautiful dress.
"Are you going to stand there all day gawking at me or are you going to come over here and give me a hand please." Bulma huffed out giving up on trying to zip the damn dress herself.
"Can't dress yourself now?" Vegeta chuckled as she turned her back to him to see the wide-open backside.
"I can't reach it baka. A little help would be appreciated here." Vegeta closed the gap between them; his warm hands ran up her back softly before he took hold of the zipper, sliding it up slowly.
"Thank you." She whispered out as she turned around to come nose to nose with him.
"You look ravishing Bulma." Vegeta said, his voice light and breathy. A small smile crept across Bulma's face; it wasn't every day she got a compliment from Vegeta. He lightly brushed his lips across her lips before pulling away to look at her once more.
"You're missing something." He said quietly before scanning the room quickly. Finding just what he was looking for on the tall dresser, Vegeta strode over and grabbed the small wooden box, opening it to retrieve the crown that was inside.
"I can't wear that there Vegeta. I'm afraid something might happen to it." He just shook his head placing it gracefully on top of her head.
"Nonsense." He replied, stepping back to look at Bulma. A small smile appeared on his face.
"I think we're ready to go. Just be alert of everyone around you onna. Everyone will be watching you." Bulma gave a nod to her prince before stepping out of the large suite on her way to face the biggest night of her life.



The limo ride was short and quiet for the most part. Vegeta was on his cell phone bitching to the other guards as they made their way to the theater to be prepared for anything. Bulma twiddled with the strap on her matching white beaded purse she was carrying. It wouldn't be long before everything started, and hopefully be over with. Vegeta closed his cell phone and glanced out the window of the limo. They were in line waiting to step out of the limo in a few moments. Small flashes of his dream the night before started to run through his mind.
"Vegeta I'm scared."
"Don't be onna. I'm here."


As Bulma and Vegeta waited to get out of the limo, Piccolo and Goku stood by the main entrance into the theater waiting and watching the people around the red carpet. Hundreds of people lined the metal barriers that stood on either side cheering as stars walked towards the theater, stopping to give short interviews and photo opportunities to all their fans and media.

"Now coming down the carpet is four bands you all know and love." A female announcer reported into her microphone as the bands Linkin Park, Bad Little God, Poison, and Nickelback came closer to the entrance. Band members from each of the groups waved to the growing crowd as cameras snapped pictures wildly.
"Shin can I have a moment with you?" The lead singer for Bad Little God gave a nod as he approached the woman.
"Hi, Danni Sinclair from Music Entertainment Television, You are up against a lot of good bands here tonight. Your thoughts on winning best alternative/rock album of the year?" The singer tipped his sunglasses down on this nose and gave a smile to the reporter.
"If I win, I win, if I lose that's alright too. There is some stiff competition this year by a lot of great bands and it won't hurt my feelings if one of them won." Shin pushed his glasses back up before grabbing the arm of his date and proceeding onwards into the theater.

The limo came to a stop right in front of the carpet. The door opened with a snap making Bulma jump slightly.
"No worries onna." Vegeta reminded her as he stepped out first before turning back around and extending his hand to her. Bulma took his hand, giving it a squeeze before exiting the limo herself.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, nominated for eight awards tonight, Miss Bulma Briefs!" Bulma put on a smile and raised her right arm into the air waving to everyone as they chanted her name.

The lights glittered off Bulma's dress making it seem like the dress was made out diamonds as she walked arm in arm with her bodyguard. Vegeta wore his mask showing no emotion while the dream he had last night replayed it self in his mind. The people, reporters and photographers were the same the dream was now real. Vegeta sucked in a breath feeling his chest clench as they walked slowly towards the doors. Goku and Piccolo stood at the ready as they approached. Photographers and reporters alike called Bulma's name trying to get her attention as she walked by.

"Bulma, Danni Sinclair from Music Entertainment Television. You are nominated with some of the world's best female singers tonight. Are you nervous in any way?" Bulma blinked, if she said she wasn't nervous it would be a huge lie. But she wasn't worried about the competition that was against her. It was her life that hung in the balance tonight.
"No, not nervous at all. I want to wish everyone good luck tonight."
"Thank you Bulma, good luck to yourself." The reporter said as Vegeta started to pull the singer away.

"Thanks, I'm going to need all the luck I can get." Bulma whispered under her breath as they neared the doors. Piccolo and Goku came from the doors and flanked the blue hair beauty as they entered the theater. As soon as the doors closed, Vegeta and Bulma both let out their breath they both had been holding.

"Hey Vegeta, everyone is where they are suppose to be. Jessica is back stage now, Tien is on the upper deck and Krillin is down front with ChiChi right now. Gohan thought he was going to help also but I got him to go guard Videl."
"How cute." Bulma said with a nervous laugh.
"Nothing is going to happen tonight Bulma. Have fun. I'm going back stage. See ya Vegeta." Goku gave a wave as they neared the seating area. Piccolo walked with them down to the row of seats where she was assigned to sit and sat down on the left side of Bulma while Vegeta took the right.
"Bulma you look smashing." ChiChi whispered out, straining herself around the Namek that sat in between them.
"Thank Chi. I just hope this goes well." Bulma replied as she grasped Vegeta's hand again. His dark eyes met with her, noticing the scared emotions that danced in her pale blue orbs.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Canvener's Theater the home for the thirty fifth annual World Music Awards. Your host tonight will be the none other Hercule Satan, world martial arts champion. Performances from entertainers tonight from Bad Little God, Bulma Briefs, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Linkin Park, Creed, Nickelback, N Sync, Destiny's Child, Oozura, The Ginyu Force, Men of Desire, Garth Brooks, Alan Jackson, Tim McGraw, Eminem, Korn, Ja Rule, Jennifer Lopez, Kid Rock, Metellica, Will Smith, Eve, Mary J. Blige, Nelly, Ozzy Osbourne and many more." The applause from the theater was deafening as the announcer read off the list of performers.

"Welcome everyone, I never thought I'd be doing this, but this is great. The first band tonight that's going to perform for you is Oo…umm Ozume, no that's not it."
"It's Oozura assmunch."
"Right, here all the way from the slums of LA, Oozuro." Hercule stumbled out before leaving the darkening stage. A heavy drum beat started as the spot light started to fade up to shine down on the long manned saiyan standing in the front of the stage with a guitar strapped around his shoulder.

"This is going to be a long night." Vegeta growled out watching one of his former guards and brother of the third class baka on the stage.

"Drowning deep in my sea of loathing, broken your servant I kneel.
Will you give it to me?
It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing ... in me
Will you give it to me?
Looking at my own reflection when suddenly it changes.
Violently it changes. Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me!"


Half-hour into the show, Bulma was fidgeting in her seat waiting to get up and go back stage and get ready to present an award.
"Ready Vegeta?" Bulma asked leaning over to whisper into his ear. He gave a curt nod before rising from his seat to take her backstage to get ready.
"This could be it Vegeta." She said solemnly to him as they squeezed through all the people that were back stage.
"Don't talk like that onna. You are going to live you have to. Who else is going to bitch and whine to me?" Bulma laughed a little before stopping to look at him.
"I'm serious Vegeta. If something happens I…There is just so much I have left I have to say to you…and…" She was cut off when he placed his finger to her lips.
"I know what you have to say onna. I won't let anything happen to you. I rather give up my life to make sure you live to be an old maid with the hundred cats."
"I couldn't live without you."
"Shush, you have and you will. But that won't be happening for a very long time from now onna. Now stop getting yourself upset and go out there and do your thing. I'll be right here watching over you."
"Yeah, someone to watch over me…"