Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over us... ❯ Wow, look guys it's snowing! ( Chapter 7 )

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Many many apologies for everyone! I lost major inspiration in writing and stopped before I turned out bad chapters. I have been working on my personal site (go check it out!) as of late, collecting stories and art for the archives there. If you have anything you would like to put up there, please don't hesitate to let me know! I've started to write again with a little inspiration I got from my muse Mistress Alexa. Again I'm sorry for everyone waiting for this chapter. Thanks for sticking around, if anyone has.


Someone to watch over us…


Vegeta cut his new job short by four days finding someone else to cover his job before rushing back to Bulma. When the call came in, he could hear Bulma still crying in the background as Goku told him of the events that happened the day in the recording studio. He cursed himself about his better judgment of leaving her, but also figured that the other stalker wouldn't try anything for a while after the awards fiasco. The holidays were coming very quickly and what a better time for a stalker to take out his unfinished plot.


"He's going to come in here screaming at all of us."

"Like that's something new Krillin." Jessica replied taking another bite from an apple. All the guards were sitting around the breakfast bar in the kitchen pouring over Bulma's schedules and any evidence that any of them might know about that the others didn't.

"He'll yell at me first." Goku piped up as he dug around the cupboards for a snack.

"I doubt that, he'll come in here with his sour face on, shoot us all with dirty looks before going to see Bulma." Tien interjected with a grin, taking a seat next to Jessica.

"Want to make a bet on that?"

"And take your zeni Goku? It would be my pleasure. I need a little extra for Christmas presents anyways." The young woman smiled dangerously at the young saiyan sitting across from her now.

"All right then. Fifty zeni says he'll come in here bypassing all of you and start yelling at me in Saiyago within three minutes of his arrival."

"I'm all up in this bet. I need some extra money to take 18 out with. I bet that he yells at the dog first!" Krillin laughed taking the bet as well as the other guards.


Bulma shuffled down the hallway in her casual clothes consisting of an over sized sweat shirt and baggy sleeping pants. Dark sunglasses covered the ugly purple-black circles around her eyes from the lack of sleep the last few nights. She was so sure that her life was getting back on track. The stalker was supposed to be dead and gone. Her guards assured her of that days after the awards. Her heart sank a little more. They were all lying to her, even Vegeta.

Taking a detour away from the happy guards, Bulma pushed open the French doors near the huge office at the end of the hall. The weather was actually nice with the onset of winter sneaking up on them relatively fast. There was dampness to the air, a slight chill to the breeze that flowed through her tousled hair, but she paid it no mind. Her eyes took in the simple beauty around her. The tall trees stood naked against the grayish sky filled with billowing darker gray clouds. Her poor flowerbeds had come to lay dormant for the winter months ahead. Before she would know, spring would be around the corner once again inviting the lush vibrant colors to spread through out the property. She watched as her group of gardeners decorated the outside of the mansion with Christmas lights and bobbles on the large spruce trees.

"Snow coming…" She whispered out with a small tremble. She didn't realize how cold it was actually getting. It seemed like yesterday that it was summer and Vegeta was dangling her over the balcony rail on the first day they met one another.

"Has it been that long since this whole thing started?" She questioned herself as she continued to walk past her practice room towards a small footpath just beyond the line of trees.


ChiChi sighed as she hung up the phone. It had been a long morning setting up interviews and small performances with every Tom, Dick and Harry in the Tri-City area. All of them demanding one thing or another of the new manager of the famous blue haired singer. She wondered how Yamcha could keep everything straight and have everything perfectly planned down to the damn clothes Bulma was going to wear that day. Oh well the rat bastard was dead and should remain that way.

No one ever saw the change in Yamcha that made him step over the line to hating Bulma so much to want to kill her. She was an over night sensation selling millions of records. If anything, Yamcha should have been thrilled rolling in the dough, taking a second grade nothing to a first class star. ChiChi frowned at her musing. She had been doing that a lot lately when she had so many other things to get done. She hardly had time to spend with Goku and rarely saw Gohan besides when she went to check on him after he'd been in bed a few hours.

"How did my life get so damn complicated?"


As predicted, the first flakes of snow started to drift from the darkening skies above her as she made her way back towards the mansion. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she started her brisk walk towards the far doors she had escaped from only twenty minutes ago.

"Damn I should have grabbed my coat. All I need now is to catch some damn cold." She grumbled out closing the doors quietly as possible with numb hands.

She reached up pulling a few strands of her hair back as she passed by the office once again. She could hear her friend inside talking on the phone, working on a booking schedule for this busy holiday season. Seemed everyone wanted the great Bulma Briefs to come sing some Christmas carols for some function or another. She didn't mind the charity events or the small little performance set up to sing at the children's hospital on the other side of town, but all the clubs and big time companies wanted to have her time too.

'I feel bad that Chi has to put up with all of those damn idiots. I should just quit my career while I'm still on top. While I'm still somebody.' Bulma mused to herself as she continued on her way to her room. She bit back a laugh as the dangerous 'Dustbunny of doom' came racing around the corner with silver and blue garland wrapped around her body dragging most of it behind her as bait for the kittens to chase. As expected, three blurs came around the corner right after Marshmallow and disappearing around the next corner from the office.

"Damn silly ass pets!"


"Wow, look guys it's snowing!" Goku announced, his face pressed up against the glass watching the huge flakes coming down.

"Sometimes Goku I'd swear you were still a little kid." Krillin quipped trying to steal a freshly baked cookie from the cooling rack.

"Damn it guys! Those aren't for you!" Jessie shouted waving her spatula round like a lethal weapon of war.

"I didn't know you were so domesticated." Tien commented as he successfully snatched a cookie.

"I'm not." Jessie laughed showing them all the instant cookie dough wrapper that she had thrown away.

"Cheater!"

"Not cheating Tien, just making my life easier. Someone might want to make sure Goku doesn't eat the yellow snow while he's out there." She snickered some more watching Goku run out the back door into the snow.

"Naaa, don't worry about that. I don't think it could harm him anymore then he already is."


Vegeta sighed as he pulled up to the main gate of the mansion. He punched his code into the box and watched the gates slide open slowly. Frowning slightly, he pulled up the drive watching the huge snowflakes come down as they were sprinkled from the gray clouds above.

"Hey Vegeta!" Goku half yelled from where he stood trying to collect snowflakes on his tongue. The saiyan prince rolled his eyes as he climbed out of his car and retrieved his suitcase from the trunk.

"Damn baka!" He snorted as he made his way towards the front door with the younger saiyan not to far behind. Upon entering the main foyer of the mansion, Vegeta could hear the other guards laughing it up, cheery holiday music being played some where in the house and the television going in the main living room.

"Kakarott!" Vegeta's booming voice could be heard in every corner of the mansion. Goku came around the corner trailed by Jessie, Krillin and Tien. With a shit-eating grin on his face, Goku stood listening to his prince starting to rant and rave about something in a language none but Goku had heard before. The smile got wider as he held his hand in back of him to collect the bet money that everyone owed him.

"Why the hell do you have a shit eating grin on your face Kakarott? Haven't you heard a damn word I've said to you?"

"Yeah, I've heard ya Vegeta." Goku answered, shoving the money deep in his back pocket with out Vegeta seeing. Krillin sighed and decided to get the hell out of there before Vegeta really blew his stack.

"What the hell are you looking at Rookie?"

"Ahhhh, nothing! I…I was about to go ummmm check on the cookies! That's it!"

"I'll help you." Tien added following the red head towards the kitchen in a hurry.

"I'm surrounded by idiots! Wipe that grin off of your damn face Kakarott. Where is Bulma?" Vegeta asked in a snarl, looking around at the half mutilated decorations that the animals had done.

Speaking of animals, as if on cue, Marshmallow made her presence known with a few well-placed yips and then a snip to the ankle of the prince. Three little blurs of fur skidded to a stop then turned back the other way before getting themselves in trouble.

"Kami forsaken mutt!" Vegeta yelled, kicking his leg to dislodge the nipping poodle. Bulma chose that time to come out of her room and to the top of the stairs as her little white dog came flying up to greet her with help of Vegeta.

"You asshole!" Bulma shouted after catching her dog in her arms and setting it back on the floor to scamper away.

"And it's good!" Krillin said throwing up his arms. He looked between Bulma, Goku and Vegeta finding none of them laughing at his ill intended joke.

"Ahhhh yea, I think I'll find something better to do." Krillin stammered out, taking off in the other direction. Goku nodded in agreement and took off towards the kitchen leaving Bulma and Vegeta to stare at one another. The look on Bulma's face said it all. She was pissed.

"Thought you could lie to me and say everything was ok and leave when you knew that he wasn't dead?"

"You were safe with other guards onna."

"How the hell could you do that to me Vegeta? How could you look me in the eye and lie you son of a bitch?" Bulma shouted from the top of the stairs, her cerulean eyes aflame. Vegeta inhaled sharply, stomping up the stairs at her. The singer gasped as Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway to her room, pushing her towards the bed before slamming the door shut.

"How could I do it? You ask me how I could lie to you?"

"Damn right I want to know! I demand to know! How long have you known that the stalker was still out there watching me?" She countered back using her index finger to poke the prince in the chest.

"A few days after the awards. No one said anything because we did not want to alarm you. Is that a good enough answer?"

"Hell no! My life is in danger and you are off gallivanting all over Kami who knows where and leave me! Don't you care what happens to me Vegeta? Do I mean so much less since…since…"

"What am I suppose to think after we return back to this damn place and I'm not allowed to sleep in the same room as you? I guess all the 'pillow talk' and 'I love yous' were for nothing."

"Don't you dare start that with me Vegeta. I guess you're no better then Yamcha was. He hid the truth from me too."

"Do not compare me to that loser."

"Then what should I compare you to then? I wish I never fell in love with you!" Bulma managed to choke out before falling back on the bed crying. Vegeta gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath trying to calm himself.

"Onna, I care that's why I lied. That's why no one knew besides Rookie and me that the stalker was still on the streets. It was in your best interests not to know. You've been through too damn much."

"Damn it Vegeta I was so scared when he started to talk to me…and you, you weren't there to save me…"

"No more side jobs. I'm staying here from now on." Vegeta whispered, wrapping Bulma up in his strong arms as she wept into his starched white shirt.

"I missed you damn it…" She sniffled out, raising her eyes to meet his. He smirked slightly and nodded his head in reply.

"So have I."

"Make love to me Vegeta, please?" No answer was made except for the light on the nightstand being turned out.