Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 2

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Bulma hummed quietly as she stirred the broth stewing in the pot. It had been a few days since Vegeta had regained consciousness and needless to say, neither of the two occupants of the house had been too happy since. On top of her irritation with her 'guest,' the young angel had been especially worried about her father. He usually contacted her once a week to inform her of how things were going with the war, but she hadn't heard from him in two weeks. She knew that if she went to where he was stationed, she would be in big trouble. She wasn't allowed to be anywhere near the war. Despite her worries, she was somewhat relieved that he was obviously too busy at the moment to call or visit her. She didn't want a war to break out right in the middle of her house when her father saw that she had a demon living with her.

Speaking of the demon, she heard a grunt and then the sound of a body hitting the floor. She rolled her eyes. It was the fourth time he had attempted to leave, yet had collapsed after a few steps out of the bed. She was getting pretty fed up with it; it was her having to lift his heavy form back onto the bed each time. She huffed. He could stay on the floor this time. She was busy making him food anyway. He was quite anxious to get back to the war. He would rant on and on about how badly his father would punish him for being gone for so long; he was constantly berating himself for being weak, too. Bulma felt sorry for him a little. His father must have been a powerful demon in Hell for Vegeta to be that worried about what his father would do to him when he returned. Of course, Vegeta wouldn't admit that he was worried, just 'irritated.' She tilted the pot to pour the broth into a bowl.

Entering Vegeta's bedroom, she found that she was indeed right. He was still passed out on the floor. She narrowed her eyes in irritation and set the bowl beside his bed. She bent down and grabbed his arm, dragging him across the floor. She breathed heavily as she heaved him back onto the bed. He sure was heavy for someone of his height; she knew it was all of the muscle he possessed. She stepped back by instinct when the demon next to her made a grunt in his unconscious state.

"Stupid woman, where is my food? I've been waiting forever!" he ground out, eyes halfway open. She frowned.

"Is that why you got out of bed again?" she asked.

"Yes, and the fact that I can't wait to get away from you."

She rolled her eyes and shoved his food into his arms before storming out of the room. He almost dropped his bowl in surprise at her display of anger. He grunted and ate his beef broth.

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Bulma sat, pen poised, at her desk. It had now been two and a half weeks since she had heard from her father. She was in the middle of writing a 'threatening' letter.

~Dear Father,

It's been two and a half weeks since I've heard from you. If you don't contact me ASAP, I'm coming after you! I'm worried about you!

Love, Bulma~

She set her pen down and licked the envelope, reeling back in disgust as she did so. They should really consider making bubblegum-flavored envelopes, she thought to herself.

Walking over to set the envelope in the mail slot, she heard her guest yelling in frustration.

"Woman!"

She groaned. What could he possibly want now? He had just eaten and had used the restroom, for crying out loud. She walked around the corner and into his room.

"What is it, Vegeta?" she asked as politely as possible considering she was boiling with anger.

"I want to go outside," he demanded with his arms crossed. He was sitting up in bed; it was clear that he was feeling better.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Vegeta," Bulma said hesitantly. True, he was feeling better, but he could relapse from the stress of getting up and walking somewhere.

"I feel better and I want to go outside now!" he whined loudly. He reminded Bulma of a child not getting what they wanted. The angel frowned at his manners.

"Well, maybe if you say 'please,' I will help you go outside."

Vegeta made a noise of shock and sat up further in bed. "The hell you say, woman! A demon NEVER says 'please!'" He growled in outrage and Bulma simply smiled.

"Well, then that little demon just won't go outside, now will he?" she retorted smugly. She knew that he was still too weak to make it outside on his own and if he wanted to get out of the house, he'd have to depend on her.

"STUPID FEMALE! Take me outside now!"

Bulma 'hmph'd' before turning around, fully prepared to leave the room. She simply wouldn't put up with being called names when she was the only one kind enough to help him right now. He yelled at her retreating back, but she didn't turn around.

Finally, he screamed, "Damn you! PLEASE, damnit!" He held his head when it throbbed with pain from the stress. Bulma whirled around. She really was quite shocked that he actually said 'please.' It was not in a demon's nature to show any manners or do any kind deeds; it was probably the first time he had ever done so.

She smiled. "Now we're making progress." He scowled at her.

"Alright, dear, we'll go outside," she told him in a voice reserved for a toddler.

"Don't mock me, woman," he warned and she scoffed at his futile attempt to frighten her. She bent over the bed and tried to help Vegeta out of bed. He pushed her away with a sneer before attempting to get up by himself. The attempt proved useless as he slumped over into Bulma's arms. She laughed quietly before pulling him out of bed.

They walked together slowly to the back patio, Vegeta stumbling every now and then. Bulma really felt pity for him. She could only imagine how hard it was for him to accept help from anyone, especially an angel. Once they were outside, Bulma motioned for Vegeta to sit down on the grass to rest. He glared at her 'demand,' but complied.

"You alright?" she asked gently.

"Of course, I am!" he replied defensively. She raised an eyebrow and sat down next to him.

"You don't have to be so defensive all of the time. It was just a simple question," she told him matter-of-factly. He looked at her, but didn't reply. To avoid an awkward silence, she questioned him, "How did you get injured this badly in the war?"

"Some piece of shi-" he paused when she glared at him, "...some angel stabbed me with his sword and pushed me off of a cliff. I was unprepared, so I was unable to begin flying before I hit the ground and broke my wing." Bulma made a sound of sympathy and looked off into the distance. Vegeta breathed in the fresh air next to her; it was wonderful to get out of that cramped room and feel the breeze. He had never appreciated it much before, but he did now since he hadn't had it in a week and a half.

"Pretty out here, isn't it?" she questioned and looked over at him. He looked at her skeptically.

"No."

She frowned at his flat and negative answer. He shifted uncomfortably under her penetrating gaze and looked away, stretching his wings. Bulma noticed that they looked a lot shinier than usual.

"Your wings are quite shiny today," she commented casually, fluttering her own behind her. Vegeta looked over his shoulder curiously.

"Hmm," he stared at them, "It must be the lighting out here." She nodded in return.

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Hmm, uh... how to say this... sorry? Really! I am! I was in a car accident and that's why the chapter is late! Gomen ne... ;.; If anyone wants to be emailed when I have the next chapter posted (hopefully soon!), just let me know in your review. ^_^ Also, someone asked what 'Tenshi and Akuma' had to do with the story. 'Tenshi' means 'Angel' in Japanese and 'Akuma' means 'Devil.' ^_^