Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ No shit Sherlock ( Chapter 4 )

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Someone to watch over us…


Jessica stood semi erect near the wall, all muscles tense with the sound of the voice behind her. Silently she gulped before turning around to see gorgeous blue eyes staring back at her.

"Don't you have something better to do besides sneak up on people?" She grumbled out before proceeding on her way to Vegeta's room.
"Actually I do, but I came up here to see how Vegeta and Bulma were before we head back to Japan in the morning."
"Ahh, well don't scare me like that again or I'll have someone get after you 17."
"Man you are in a foul mood." 17 commented backing off from the former police detective as she gimped her way towards Vegeta's door.
"Foul isn't the word for it." Jessica snapped out as she opened the door and barged right into the room with out knocking. Vegeta snapped his eyes open as Jessica and 17 came in both bickering at each other. Growling low in his throat, Vegeta glared at them, highly pissed that he was disturbed while trying to rest.

"What's the meaning of you two coming into my room? It better be important or I will kick both of your asses." Vegeta hissed out as he grabbed the bedrail and sitting himself up better.
"Well I'm here to discuss something concerning security, don't ask me why he's here." Jessica said pointing a thumb in 17's direction.
"Couldn't you talk with that clown or any of the others? I'm sure they're roaming around here someplace."
"No." The female said quite bluntly as she crossed her arms and sat down on the bed that was vacant next to Vegeta's.

"Fine! Now what do you want rust bucket?"
"I just came up here to see how the grumpy prince was doing. We're heading back to Japan in the morning." 17 replied, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
"Good, take the rest of them with you while you're at it. Including that mouthy thing right there." Vegeta pointed in Jessica's direction as she gave him a death glare. 17 chuckled while he shook his head. He always found Vegeta easy to rile.
"Well, since I see you're doing fine, I'm taking off to pack. I have to get Gohan back to the hotel so Videl can pack her things."
"Good, then maybe I can get some rest." Vegeta was about to slam his fist down on the bed, but reacted quickly remembering Bulma had laid her head down on the bed.
"Rest almighty prince. I'll see you when you get back." 17 gave a curt nod to them all before making a quick exit. Vegeta unclenched his fist and took a deep breath trying to calm himself before Jessica started babbling.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, really I am but I think you should know something before we go back home."
"Get on with it Rookie."
"That guy at the awards, it wasn't the stalker I know."
"What are you talking about? The guy shot you and tried to kill Bulma."
"It wasn't him. That guy was too big and bulky from the guy that attacked me at your cabin that one day and the one that snuck up on me at the station right before that bomb went off at Goku's house."
"What are you saying Rookie? That there are two?"
"What I'm trying to say Vegeta is that the one that was hired to kill Bulma isn't dead and he's not going to stop until she is dead. The guy that attacked me was medium in build, roughly my height, maybe a tad taller, light colored hair, more then likely sandy blonde and green eyes. The guy that Goku, Piccolo and Krillin killed was large, bulky and bald."
"I know what Nappa looks like, he was a saiyan for Kami sakes." Jessica quirked an eyebrow at Vegeta as he shed more light onto the subject.

"Oh? Renegade saiyan. How interesting."
"I wouldn't say that, Nappa was never all there to begin with."
"Oh so you're saying the elevator didn't quite go to the top floor."
"Yeah, whatever. Are you done with this prattle? I'd like to get some sleep, and the onna needs her rest also."
"Just beware because we can't let our guard down for a second knowing that sicko is still running around out there."
"I'm always on guard Rookie. Get back to your room before the three eyed freak starts missing you." Jessica just shook her head as she gingerly got up from the bed making her way towards the door.
"Rookie." Jessica turned her head just enough to see Vegeta out of the corner of her eye.
"Keep me up to date with your findings."
"Sure boss, what ever you say." Jessica nodded as she shuffled out the door letting is close slowly behind her.


Piccolo rummaged through what was left of the total destruction of hurricane 'Marshmallow' after she had tore through his room while a way for three days. He scowled as he picked up what was left of a pair of black sunglasses that Gohan had given him a few weeks back saying he looked like a movie star in them. Granted the small tea cup poodle was still just a puppy, but the total damage she's done since Goku had brought her home from the pet store ranged in the hundred thousand zeni mark by now.

"Maybe I shouldn't have taught the thing to attack clothing." Piccolo grumbled to himself as he noticed that half of the wooden leg of the bed was almost gnawed through.
"Great, she's eating furniture. I can see the mansion being eaten now. Oh joy…" Piccolo was interrupted with a knock at the door.

"If you're Marshmallow get lost!" The tall green Namek announced loudly at the door.
"No just me Krillin. The cute loveable bald headed guard." Piccolo rolled his eyes as he opened the door and let Krillin in to see the mess.

"Whoa, you were not kidding about the disaster in here."
"No shit Sherlock, I told you that dog ate just about everything I own except the clothing on my back at the moment, and I'm pretty sure they're not safe either."
"Speaking of Marshmallow. Where is she?" Piccolo turned sharply towards Krillin, his eyes widen in shock.
"She's not with you?"
"Well no, I haven't seen her since last night actually. I locked her out of my bed room cause me and 18 were…never mind." Krillin blushed when he caught himself revealing more then Piccolo wanted to hear.
"Oh hell, are you sure she's not in your room?" Piccolo asked as he started to pace the length of his room.
"Double sure cause she didn't attack 18 or myself this morning for breakfast."
"Shit this hotel is in trouble if that damn dog is on the loose."


Jessica had managed to make it back to her room by five minutes before Tien came in with some lunch he had snuck in under his overcoat.
"What are you doing with your feet hanging over the bed? I thought I told you not to get up." Tien started to scold her immediately.
"Maybe I didn't hear that part before you left."
"Then I guess you don't deserve this chocolate shake and French fries I brought you?"
"Oh hell yes I deserve them and you know it, now hand it over." Tien laughed slightly as he sat the bag down on the table in front of her. For some reason he couldn't tell her no.
"If you didn't get out of bed, why is your IV dripping on the floor?"
"Oops." Jessica cringed back taking her fries and shake with her so he couldn't take them away.
"You better start explaining."
"Oh I will, when I'm finished with these." She smiled innocently at him before digging into her food.


A few rooms down from Jessica, Vegeta sat wide awake in bed, pissed beyond belief. For some reason he could not go back to sleep no matter how hard he tried. Well there was a reason, but he wouldn't admit to himself that he was mulling over the information that Jessica had given him. She was right, one hundred percent right on her theory that the original stalker was still out and about waiting any biding his time until he would strike again against Bulma.

Sighing to himself he ran his fingers through her hair once more to comfort himself as he waged a war of mini proportions in his brain over whether he should tell her the truth about the real stalker still walking the streets, or let her think that the stalker was killed by her guards to alleviate stress from her well being.

He had planned on taking her way from things right after the awards, giving her a break that she so dearly needed to take. But for the moment all plans were on hold until everyone was up to par and able to get back to Japan. He planned on talking with the blue hair tenshi about taking a break from her career so to speak, to give her time to herself and out of the public eyes for a while so things would blow over. He was expecting mobs of paparazzi and such to break down her doors when they arrived back asking questions of what happened. He just hoped that no one from the media or tabloids got a hold of the news that she had miscarried right after the awards. He could see that as a downward spiral to her career and mental health.

Bulma shifted slightly in her sleep, burrowing her head into her crossed arms on the bed. Vegeta frowned; she looked very uncomfortable in that position.
"Bulma?" Vegeta whispered as she gently shook her shoulder to wake her.
"Hmmm?" Came her muffled reply as she lifted her sleepy head to look at him with puffy eyes. He brushed some of the wild hair that was clinging to her face away with a small smile.
"Come here." Bulma yawned and sat up to see Vegeta pulling back his blankets.
"That bed is too small for the both of us Vegeta. I'm fine right here." She fought a yawn again before putting her head back on the bed.
"No onna, I want you right here, now come on. Indulge me just once." Vegeta said pointing to the spot next to him as he moved over as much as he could to give her some extra space. Hesitating slightly, Bulma got to her feet before crawling into the small bed on her knees to lie down beside her prince. He pulled her closer, not minding the pain that ached deep inside as he flipped the blankets back over the both of them.

"I don't want to hurt you." She said in a voice just above a whisper, her face against bare flesh of his chest and one arm lazily draped over his waist.
"You could never hurt me onna."
"You've gotten hurt because of me. Almost killed." Vegeta lifted her chin with his strong, but gently fingers to look her in the eye.

"Do I have to remind you of my vow to you?" Bulma said nothing, but continued to stare into those dark ebon eyes.
"I vowed to you that I would always protect you Bulma. If need be, I would risk my own life to save yours. I'm not an employee on your bankroll anymore onna. I'm your mate, and that means forever. I would die for you." Vegeta paused his speech to wipe a few tears away from Bulma's face.
"You have no need for worrying any longer. The stalker is dead and you are safe. Sleep little one knowing that you are always safe with me."
"I love you Vegeta." Bulma mumbled as she snuggled into Vegeta's chest. With a soft sigh, Vegeta wrapped his good arm around her, giving her a slight squeeze.
"I…I love you Bulma-chan."