Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ I’d say they were back to normal ( Chapter 5 )

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Someone to watch over us…


The passing days went by uneventful for the most part. Marshmallow was recovered from the fifth floor after scaring a honeymooning couple that was busy in the bedroom, caught trying to steal an elderly gentlemen's false teeth, and biting a housekeeper in the ass all in the matter of twenty minutes. As Bulma checked out of the hotel she had to pay for all the damages done in all rooms and was told never to come back to the hotel if she was ever back in California.

Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin and ChiChi left for the airport early to get baggage on the private plane before the others left the hotel. Goku and Tien stayed behind to guard Bulma since Vegeta and Jessica were not up to par yet to take on crazed fans or a stalker perchance.

"Ready?" Bulma nodded her head to Vegeta. She was more then ready to leave and go home. There was too much in California that wouldn't bring fond memories. Wrapping his good arm around Bulma, he escorted her out to the awaiting limo with Goku right behind them while Tien took his time helping Jessie out to the car.

"I can't wait to get back home and sleep in my own bed." Bulma sighed out as she rubbed her tired eyes.
"We'll be back before you know it Bulma. I bet everyone is worried sick about you." Goku spoke as he raided the cool little refrigerator in the limo one last time before leaving America.

"I probably have a shit load of voice mail to listen to when I get back. I bet my parents are pissed because I didn't tell them I was leaving the country." Jessica smirked knowing she was never going to hear the end of it from people that know her back home over what happened. At least she proved herself to people, she was made a hero by warning everyone to the stalkers intrusion right before the blasts were fired off.

"The onna will be taking a break once we get back." Vegeta stated as he watched Bulma intently out of the corner of his eye. After everything was said and done, Bulma didn't object to it one bit. She had finally realized that she needed a break dearly. There would still be time to record her next album and do tours once she felt she was ready to start her crazy stage life again. Maybe start over with a family if Vegeta wanted to. Everything depended on Vegeta now.

"Onna?"
"Huh? What?"
"I've only been calling your name for five minutes. We're here now. Would you like to get on the freaking plane so we can leave?"
"Gawd Vegeta, you don't have to snap at me for crying out loud."

"I'd say they were back to normal." Piccolo smirked as he watched the exchange of words between Vegeta and Bulma as they exited the limo. Goku smiled, it was nice to see things somewhat lighthearted and laxed for the time being. Things were just too stressful for everyone the last five months. Now everyone could ease back and take sometime to themselves without worrying something might happen.


The flight seemed long, too long for everyone on board. Bulma kept to herself as she looked out the window watching nothing but clouds and blue skies as they traveled. She was in deep thoughts for the most part, not wanting anyone to interrupt while she processed her feelings over the last week. The emotional rollercoaster she was on had finally stopped for the most part all that was left was to figure out what the hell happened.

Vegeta. He was safe like he had promised her time and again. But that night on the stage would be something she couldn't forget so easily. The blood. Blood everywhere or it seemed to her. The beautiful snow-white dress was ruined with dark rusty brown stains now. I don't think anyone will forget that award ceremony for a very long time all because of her.

Her award was shattered on the stage after the hard shove Vegeta dealt to her. The academy had promised to have another made for her and sent to her home. The damn glass and metal object didn't mean anything at all now. As long as Vegeta was with her, she didn't need anything else in the world.

The crown, oh lord she had forgotten about it that night. Nothing else mattered that night except getting Vegeta to the hospital. Blaze and Alexa later returned it to her. They had picked it up after the commotion had settled down. It now was packed in one of her suitcases for safe keeping until she could take it to her jeweler to get cleaned and fixed. Some of the stones had come loose and a few small dents as well. She was afraid to tell Vegeta what damaged happened to his mother's crown in fear he would blow a gasket over it all.

The baby. That was a totally different subject she didn't know how to deal with. If she could remember what happened with her after the ambulance pulled away. From what Goku had told her she was totally out of it for three days. Maybe cause of stress she was out so long but who could say for sure. She didn't know exactly how she felt about it. Was she totally ready to be a mother? She wasn't certain if she was or not but would embrace it strongly. She often wondered if Vegeta was upset with her for losing the baby.

"Hey."
"Oh hey Chi." Bulma acknowledged her before turning her sight back to the puffy white clouds.
"You're very quiet over here. You alright?"
"Yeah I'm just fine. Just thinking is all."
"What are you thinking about?" Bulma shrugged her shoulders at ChiChi's question. She didn't feel like actually talking with the woman a bout what was swirling around in her mind at the moment.
"Nothing in particular. Just things."
"You know if you want to talk about it I'm here to listen."
"Thanks Chi, I'll remember that."

Vegeta watched the exchange between the two women. He was sure Bulma was still in shock and that he lied straight to her face to keep her from going hysterical once again. But how much time would it take for her to find out that he had lied to her? She would see that he was no better then Yamcha in her eyes from the lying crap that he use to do to her consistently. Was her well being worth the lie? Time will always tell. And maybe a little prayer to have her forgive him for it.

The hours continued to drag on forever as they waited to taxi in on the runway near Satan City. Bulma had fallen asleep somewhere over the pacific and everyone did not want to disturb her at all. Vegeta had grown agitated with the length of the flight; being cooped up in a flying tin can was not what he called fun.

"Who's going to wake her up?" Krillin asked picking up the animal carrier that Piccolo had picked up back in LA for the wayward chewing poodle of death. Making a hasty exit, Piccolo, Tien and Jessica left the plane down the stairs.
"Don't look at me, I got Gohan and ChiChi." Goku announced carrying out his sleeping son with an arm wrapped around ChiChi's shoulders.

"Oh great." Krillin threw up both of his hands, dropping Marshmallow's cage to the ground.
"Oops!" The dog yipped with the sudden clatter of her cage. Krillin laughed nervously before picking it back up and heading out the plane exit. Vegeta rolled his eyes. He didn't care if the dog was dead or not it was just a pain in the ass.

"Maybe the onna wouldn't miss it if I took care of it." Vegeta mused to himself with a cocky smile on his face.
"Oh no you don't." Came Bulma's sleepy voice.
"The dead has awakened. About damn time onna. Hurry up so we can get off this wreck you call a plane." Vegeta grumbled out heading for the door.
"Boy you're cranky Vegeta. Did you have a big fat nurse make sexual advances towards you in that hospital while giving you a sponge bath?"
"I don't want to talk about it." He stated quickly as he marched out the door leaving Bulma alone on the plane.
"Guess he's just as touchy as me now a days."


"Welcome back, unfortunately some of you made it back." Yajirobe snorted out as the entourage entered the mansion one at a time slowly, weary of their travels.
"Can it you fat slob." Bulma snapped out as she entered heading towards her room on the second floor immediately, not wanting to waste anytime to get comfortable and sleep. Vegeta just growled at the stage handler and followed behind Bulma but at a slower pace, still in some pain from the week before but not letting on to the others of his condition.

Bulma was already stripping out of her travel clothes as he entered the room watching intently as she slowly slid off her jeans, pooling around her ankles before kicking them off. Slowly lifting her head she found the saiyan prince leaning up against the wall watching her every move.

"What are you staring at?"
"You of course. Do I need a reason to look?"
"Just get out. You have your own room to sleep in." She snapped out coldly to him as she searched for something to slip on for bed. Vegeta raised an eyebrow to her outburst. Her attitude seemed to have changed since they landed back on Japanese soil.
"As you wish." Vegeta seethed out, none too happily that he had to sleep the night away with out her curled up next to him. The door rattled in it's frame as he slammed it closed before making his way down to the end of the hall to his room.

Flipping on the light switch, the room looked exactly the way he left it. Everything in its place the way he liked it. Organized. He pulled off his suit jacket that was draped across his shoulders and unbuttoned his dress shirt with his left hand, trying to keep his right from being moved. Tossing the jacket and shirt to the side, Vegeta noticed an envelope placed on top of his pillows. Upon opening it looked like a simple greeting card that he got on occasion from former employers for stupid holidays of sorts.

'Get well soon' was printed in wispy red lettering on the outside with a bouquet of flowers. Frowning slightly, Vegeta opened it to read what was inside. Knowing Kakarott, it was probably him that placed it there.

'So you made it out of California alive ne? Well my intended target did as well. I must say that little detective lady you hired kept on her toes. I thought for sure the blast from Nappa would have been good enough to take both of you out of the picture long enough for me to have my way with that cute little blue haired singer, but I guess that's not the case. So I'll just have to try harder. Keep you on those saiyan toes of yours. Good luck!'

Vegeta snarled as he crumpled the card in his hand. The damn stalker was in the house again before they arrived home. How in the hell could she take this any longer? She has been through hell and back and the stalker wants to continue this little game? And at the moment, Bulma is acting like the first time he showed up to start the job. Acting all snooty and bitchy towards him. He blamed most of that on stress and shock, backing off to give her some space and time to herself to sort things out before trying to become intimate once again.

"God what am I suppose to do?"