Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ Call me if you need anything onna ( Chapter 6 )

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Someone to watch over us…


A month had slipped by seemingly unnoticed by most. Injuries were healed and life was back to semi-normal. Bulma took time to herself getting her mental health back in order after everything that had happened, while Vegeta took time out from Bulma to think to himself as well. He was keeping everyone in the dark about the card that was found in his room the night he returned back. He just couldn't tell them right away that the stalker was back on the trail once again, but all seemed quiet. Not one card, letter or phone call from the elusive man. He was planning on taking on a few small jobs as a bodyguard for other people while Bulma sorted her life out and figured out what she wanted to do next in her life.


Bulma sat on her third floor balcony with her knees brought up to her chest, her arms lazily looped around her shins as she thought. The holidays were nearing soon and the littlest things reminded her so much of her mother or of Yamcha. But what really put her over the edge was seeing happy mothers all around with small children. She was so envious of ChiChi because she had Gohan already and was planning to try and have another baby soon if Goku cooperated.

"What are you doing up here all alone Bulma?"
"Nothing, just thinking is all." Bulma answered as she rested her chin on her knees watching the sun set against the western skies. Goku frowned a little as he perched himself on the balcony rail watching the same sunset with all it's magnificent glory.
"I thought I'd tell you that Vegeta is leaving."
"I knew. His job is done here." Bulma answered in a whisper trying to keep her eyes on the horizon.
"I know he doesn't want to leave Bulma. But you can just feel the pent up aggression from him. He's not happy unless there is something to do and there hasn't been much to speak of around here as of late."
"I know. Maybe he'll be back when I go on tour again you think?" She looked up with the look of hope in her eyes.
"Yeah, I think he'll be back for that. I don't think he'd want to miss the action of smacking down your admires."
"I suppose so. Who else has rowdy stalking fans like I do?"
"No one Bulma. Coming in soon? It's starting to get pretty chilly out here."
"Yeah, I'll be in soon." With Bulma's answer Goku headed back inside to search out his wife and ask her to make his favorite hot chocolate with little marshmallows in it.


"Piccolo! Get in here and get your damn killer mutt away from me!" ChiChi hollered as Marshmallow the dust bunny of death had her stuck on the kitchen counter saving her ankles. The little dog circled around the counter barking loudly with its chirpy tone while jumping at Bulma's assistant.
"Why does everyone assume that this fuzz ball is mine?" Piccolo bellowed out as he came into the kitchen watching the dog circling its prey.
"Well you trained it to go after people damn it! Why am I on the hit list anyways?"
"I never taught the dog to go after you. You must have done something to piss her off." Piccolo snickered as he crossed his arms across his chest finding the whole situation amusing.
"Ugh! I'm getting really sick of this!" ChiChi grumbled out as Jessica scooped the little terror in question off the floor.

"What have I told you about terrorizing ChiChi? Now why don't you go chase after those cats of Vegeta's." Jessica scolded the dog before putting her back down to scramble out of the kitchen in a hurry.
"There, everyone should be safe until the cats find another hiding place." Jessica announced as she dusted off her hands with a smirk. Piccolo just rolled his eyes before leaving, finding Rookie to be a good source of entertainment as well.
"Great, maybe I can finally get the recording studio booked for next week then." ChiChi grumbled out as she reached for the phone.
"Bulma is going to start recording a new album so soon?" The former detective asked as she grabbed some pretzel rods off the counter.
"Why not? All she's doing is moping around this house doing nothing. I personally think it will help keep her mind off of things for a while."
"Yeah just for awhile but then everything is going to come right back and bite her harder in the ass."
"For one thing, I've known Bulma a hell of a lot longer then you have so butt out of her affairs and leave them to me ok?"
"Fine, just thought I was helping out." Jessica rambled out as she left the kitchen before she opened her mouth again.

Vegeta finished packing a small back and suit bag on his bed as Goku sat and watched with out saying a word. The younger saiyan had a bad feeling about Vegeta leaving but wouldn't voice his opinion in the matter knowing full well Vegeta wouldn't listen to his banter for one single minute.

"I'll be gone just a few weeks, keep her safe alright?" Vegeta asked breaking the silence. With a simple nod, Goku got up from the bed leaving the room. Second thoughts were starting to mix into Vegeta's train of thought. All the 'what ifs' swirling around all at once.

"Hey." Bulma said as she entered the open door moving slowly towards her mate.
"I'm leaving in a few minutes onna."
"I know that's why I came down here. I don't want you to go."
"I'll be gone for two weeks Bulma. No need to get all teary eyed with me now."
"I'm afraid when you're not around Vegeta. What will happen if the stalker comes back? Who's going to protect me then?"
"The stalker is dead onna end of discussion. You have your other guards that are capable of watching over you while I'm away. Just follow what they say and you'll be just fine."
"But…"
"No buts, you'll be fine." Vegeta whispered as he brushed his lips across her forehead.
"Call me if you need anything onna." He said as he picked up his bags leaving a very sad Bulma standing in the middle of the empty bedroom.



Dressing her lucky boxers, Bulma sat in the recording studio for the third day in a row laying down vocal tracks to be mixed with music for her upcoming album. The guards sat back finding small things to do while they waited the time away until Bulma was ready to leave.

"Bulma that was fantastic, why don't you take ten and get something to eat." ChiChi suggested as she entered the soundproof room.
"Yeah, I need a break." The blue haired singer announced taking her leave from the tall chair that was positioned in the middle of the room surrounded by musical equipment.
"Where are you going?" Goku asked looking up from his comic book. Bulma rolled her eyes at her friend. It seemed Goku was getting a little over protective since Vegeta left.
"Potty. Want to hold my hand?" Bulma asked extending her hand out to the younger saiyan. Goku blushed several shades before shaking his head.
"I didn't think so. I'll be back in a few."
"You better be or I'll have to send in a swat team to find you."
"Yeah yeah whatever Goku." Bulma waved her hand toward him before taking off down the long hall.

After doing her business, Bulma exited the stall washing her hands and straightening her hair that was falling down from the high pony tail that was on top of her head when she her shuffling behind her.

"Is anyone there?" She asked in a quivering voice, emotions and fears still running high.
"Damn it Bulma, you got to stop scaring yourself every time you hear something. It's probably nothing at all." She scolded herself.
"I wouldn't say that Bulma. You should be scared." Bulma's cerulean eyes widen with fear as the husky voice spoke to her.
"Who…who are you? Where are you?" Bulma stammered out looking side to side for the source of the voice.
"That should concern you, what you should be concern with is what I'm going to do to you." The voice answered back with a small chuckle.
"Ahh what are you going to do to me?" She questioned as she backed herself towards the door of the restroom ready to make her get away.
"The question should be what am I not going to do to you." With Bulma's mind racing, she turned quickly grabbing for the door handle to fling the door open finding the door wouldn't budge one single inch.
"Fuck!"
"Do you really think I'd let you get away that easy?"
"Oh gawd! Vegeta! Goku! Anyone help me!" Bulma screamed as she slammed her fists into the wooden door with all her strength she could muster.
"I don't think anyone is going to hear you, you might want to scream louder then that, especially if you want Vegeta to hear you."
"Please, please don't hurt me! I'll pay you double what Yamcha paid you to leave me alone please!" Bulma begged as she sunk to her knees as the tears started to fall from her eyes.

From the other side of the door Goku and Jessica heard the commotion from down the hall and came running when they heard Bulma screaming names and pounding on the door. As they arrived in front of the door they could hear Bulma crying hysterically from the other side.
"Bulma!" Goku yelled pounding on the door. When Bulma didn't answer him, but continued to cry he placed his weight behind the door breaking the doorframe as he entered. The singer sat in the corner of the bathroom on the cold tile floors still crying hysterically with both of her arms wrapped tightly around her head.

"Bulma what happened?" Goku asked as Jessica pushed past him to check out the rest of the bathroom.
"I want Vegeta!" She wailed out as she threw herself into Goku's arms.
"There's no one else in here except us." Jessica called out as she came back around the corner of the last stall.
"He…he was in here with…me…he's not dead." Bulma stuttered out as she looked up at Goku hoping that he would believe her.
"Bulma he's dead honey. He's been dead for a month now."
"I don't care! He's not dead!"
"She's right Goku. He's not dead." Jessica said as she made her way towards the two.
"You knew? Why did Vegeta tell me everything was ok? Does he want me dead too?" Jessica shook her head. She didn't know the answer to why Vegeta didn't tell her. The most likely answer was that he didn't want her fearing for her life after everything at the awards.
"Lets get you back home and I'll call Vegeta for you." Goku said in a comforting voice as he helped her to her feet.
"I'll get everyone else. Guess this day is at an end." Jessie blurted out going towards the small room where everyone was waiting.


"Vegeta we have a problem…"