Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ He's watching over you Bulma. ( Chapter 1 )

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This is the continuing story to 'Someone to watch over me...'. If you have not read the first story, I urge you to read it before this one so you will not be to terribly lost in this one. Now on with the show!



Someone to watch over us…


"No word on the condition of Bulma Briefs or her guards that were injured this evening at the World Music Awards in California. Police have confirmed the death of a man that was the perpetrator of the shootings. Name is being withheld from the media at this moment. More updates as they are available."

Goku shut the television off before placing his head in his hands. The night was going great, smooth as glass until she; Bulma had just won the award for best female vocalist. She was thanking her fans when Jessica had come running out on the stage risking her own life to get Bulma out of the way. The look on Jessica's face when she took the blast was something Goku did not want to ever see again. Vegeta was next, rushing the stage like a mad man to save his mate from meeting the same fate Jessica had. In the following seconds the guards had found the source of the first blast, each concentrating on taking the person out of the picture before anyone else was hurt. In those seconds the second and head bodyguard laid on the stage floor bleeding to death. Bulma sobbed as she clutched Vegeta in her lap telling him not to leave her, his request to Goku to protect Bulma from everything.


Bulma walked around in a daze for two days, the news ripped her apart emotionally more then any physical damage could ever do to her. Jessica survived the blast that she had taken in place of Bulma and was up graded to fair condition. Vegeta wasn't that lucky. She was told the news late that night by some doctor that wasn't very sympathetic to her what so ever. Bulma cried on the shoulders of her guards as well as other people that came to see her in the following days after.

She stood in the drizzling rain watching the dark color wood casket as it was being prepared to be lowered into the damp earth. Vegeta once told her that every time he saw the sun rise or the sun set it reminded him that he spent one more day on this pathetic planet then he wanted to, now he was stuck her forever. She sniffled; drying her eyes with a well-worn tissue that ChiChi had given her halfway through the service. She took a few unsteady steps towards the casket with a white rose bud in hand placing it gently on top before more tears escaped her eyes. Brushing her hand across the top one last time the casket started it's slow decent into the ground. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to quell a sob that was caught in her throat.

"He's watching over you Bulma. You remember that." Goku whispered to her as he pulled her back away from the grave and into his arms as she broke down once again in tears. ChiChi choked back her own sob as she watched her best friend being torn apart like that. She immediately embraced Bulma in a double hug from both herself and Goku.
"Why? Why him? God why him?" Bulma mumbled out into Goku's chest.
"How am I going to live with out him? Vegeta!!!" Bulma screamed as she tore herself away from ChiChi and Goku's grip throwing herself at the headstone that read 'Vegeta no Ouji'.

"God no Vegeta!!!!"





Just a teaser……