Lovers: a Prince and a Beautiful Blue Angel By Katie

Hay everyone! Its Katie with a little piece called Lovers: a Prince and a Beautiful Blue Angel. It's very short but I think it's kawaii. Anyone in their right mind can tell what couple this is about.

Anyways the disclaimer is usual I don't own Dragonball so don't sue.

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Lovers: a Prince and a Beautiful Blue Angel

By Katie

He was a wild beast. His hands, those hands that killed millions, without wield, without emotions. Those hands that began and unfinished battle, an unfinished battle for peace love and justice, never to be finished. Those hands held the blood, the blood of innocence, the blood of the wicked, blood just the same. But through it all she took those hands in hers. His eyes held no light, only darkness. Those eyes held the truth to deaths, millions of deaths. Those eyes held the emotionless void that began the wars that would never end. Those eyes that stared upon the deaths of millions, the innocent and the wicked. But still she stared into those eyes. His lips that held grimaces and evil smirks; those lips that said the death penalty to millions; those lips that cursed the ones that would continue the battles, the battles that would never end; those lips angered the ones with the most power, wars were the result; those lips belonged to the mind that devised the perfect plans to kill the innocent and the wicked. But still she touched those lips with her own. His mind that choice millions to die. That mind choice to curse the world in wars that would never end; that mind devised the plans to get blood, the blood of innocence and wickedness. But still she loved that mind.

She was a fallen angel. Her attitude overbearing and egotistical. That attitude choice the fate of her mate with just a single word; that attitude that kept her enemies in hatred of her; that attitude kept her in control of others; but he still staid. Her emotions could change so drastically for the worst; those emotions kept her in control of everyone; those emotions had anger that could match with anyone she could come across; those emotions could cause anyone to cower; but still he staid. Her wit as strong as she is controlling; that wit could devise inventions for the best, and the worst; that wit came with a territory, overbearing attitudes, and an attitude that made her think she was the best at many times; but still he staid.

They saw something in each other, too deep to explain with words. They saw something they had been missing their whole lives. They found something strong, but weak, something controlling, yet following, something ugly, yet beautiful, something terrible, yet wonderful, something painful, yet enjoyable. The moronic thing about it all is it is nothing real, nothing they can touch, but they still feel. It's something blind, yet it can see the truth. It has so many faces, but wears only one. They have found something that can bring the wild beast up to a Prince and the fallen angel into a Beautiful Blue Angel.

It's love.

The End

How was that? I know, it sucks, it's too short, blah blah blah…

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Anyways thanks for reading.

Katie