Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 3
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Licking the excess pancake batter off of her fingers, Bulma flipped the pancakes over before twirling around and pouring two glasses of orange juice. She twirled back around to flip the pancakes onto their plates to avoid being burnt. Bulma grinned to herself at a breakfast well-made, then wasted no time in picking the plates of pancakes and glasses of juice up to bring for herself and Vegeta.
"Hey, Vegeta," Bulma called as she entered his room, "You awake yet?"
"Of course, I am!" came the stern reply. "I'm hungry, woman!"
Bulma shook her head. "What have we been practicing?"
Vegeta groaned loudly. "No, I can't say that stupid word anymore! It hurts me to do so! And once I get out of here, I wouldn't ever say it again, so what's the use?" he pleaded stubbornly. Bulma looked at him in deep thought.
"It really hurts you? Physically?"
He nodded exasperatedly. "Yes, stupid! It hurts a demon to do anything..." he shuddered, "...nice."
Bulma nodded in understanding and handed him his plate and glass of juice. He took them gratefully and muttered, almost inaudibly, "Thank you."
Bulma looked at him in surprise. "Oh, you're... you're welcome..."
The odd pair ate their breakfast in silence, each glancing at the other every so often. Vegeta could sit up in bed easily now, but still had a hard time walking around on his own sometimes. Bulma figured that within another week, he'd be pretty much up to par. She knew that he would leave to go back to the war, Hell, wherever once he was able to do so. She knew she would miss him a little, but she also knew that he wouldn't miss her. So ungrateful.
"Helloooo! Bulma, dear!" came a cheery voice. Bulma spit out her orange juice in shock. Vegeta looked up and around him.
"What was that screeching noise? It sounded like a dying boar..." he trailed off curiously. Oh, no, Bulma thought to herself. She turned slightly in her chair next to Vegeta's bed and sure enough, in came her overly-cheerful mother.
"Bulma, honey, we got your letter and-" she stopped abruptly as she saw that her daughter had company, "Oh, my... what have we here? Oh, he's a demon!"
Bulma stood up quickly in fear. "Mother, I can explain-"
"Oh, darling, what are you doing, hiding such a handsome man away from us... goodness, hello, young man! What is your name?" the older, blonde angel babbled away happily. Vegeta scooted back in his bed with a very anxious look on his face. What is WITH these people? he thought to himself.
"Mother," Bulma said loudly, finally gaining her attention, "this is Vegeta. He was hurt badly in the meadow two and a half weeks ago and I helped him." Her mother 'oh'd' in acknowledgement and took it upon herself to go and sit right next to Vegeta, much to his dismay.
"Oh, I've never seen a demon's wing this close-up before! Can I touch it?" she asked and reached her hand out. Vegeta caught it forcefully before she could make contact.
"If you wish to be poisoned," he warned with a scowl on his face. Bulma snapped her fingers and glared at the demon. He took the hint and dropped the older woman's hand and slumped back against the bed.
"Come out of the room so I can speak to you, mother," Bulma said, dragging the other angel up and out of the chair.
"I'll come right back, you sweet, young man!" her mother called out to Vegeta who mumbled an inaudible 'Please, don't.'
After being ushered out of the room by her daughter, the older angel became a little more serious. She looked her daughter in the eye and her usual smile was almost completely gone. Bulma became a little worried; she didn't remember ever seeing her mother like this.
"Mother," Bulma began, "I'm sorry, I felt so bad for him! You always taught me to help anybody in need and that's what I did." Her mother shook her head.
"Dear, I am happy that you've helped him, though God forbid you ever tell your father, but that's not what I'm worried about."
Bulma couldn't hide the shock from gracing her features. If her mother wasn't even worried about the fact that a demon, their arch enemy, was residing in her daughter's house, Bulma was afraid to find out what WAS worrying her mother.
"What do you mean, mother?" she asked hesitantly. Her mother shifted uncomfortably and Bulma noted that her wings were shaking nervously every so often.
"I can't be sure on this, but that boy, he isn't just an ordinary demon. I think he's--" her mother was cut off by an ear-piercing yell.
"WOMAN!"
Bulma groaned. "What is it now, Vegeta?!" she yelled back. She turned to face her mother, all thoughts of the previous conversation gone from both of their minds. "Mother, since you and dad both got my letter, I can assume he's okay and I won't march into battle looking for him, but I better get back to Vegeta. We were getting ready to have breakfast and well... he's like two demons in one body when he's hungry."
Bulma's mother giggled. "Okay, dear." She kissed her daughter on the cheek before disappearing with only a feather left as a trace. Bulma sighed and turned to go back into Vegeta's room.
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Bulma set the empty dishes gently into the sink. Vegeta was now asleep after breakfast, so she could have a little quiet time -- something she hadn't had in a few days. She was quite happy at her medical 'career.' If her estimations were correct, Vegeta would be better than new in a few short days. He was now up and walking around on his own with little difficulty. His only problem still being his exhaustion. Given a few good days of solid rest, he'd be back to his old self.
Bulma didn't want to admit it, but she was a little depressed at the thought of not having the arrogant demon in her presence anymore. She had grown accustomed to having him around for the past two and a half weeks. Though he was rarely even remotely nice to her, she knew he couldn't help it.
She knew that he was more than willing to get out of the house and back into the war. He seemed sure of the fact that the rest of Hell was really missing his presence. She had laughed the first time he had told her that he was probably greatly missed, assuming he was being overly-confident of himself, but something in his eyes made her believe that he wasn't just being his usual arrogant self.
Well, she thought to herself, I know what it's like to feel like I need to be helping, but with me being the Prodigal One, I'll never be allowed to help. She frowned deeply and stared at Vegeta's closed door.
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OH, OH! Pick me! *raises hands* What's a Prodigal One?! Don't worry, people, that last paragraph will be explained throughout the course of the story, so there's no need to ask me about it. I tried to post this in my last chapter, but it didn't show up. The title of this fic DOES indeed relate to the story. Tenshi means Angel and Akuma means Devil in Japanese. So there you have it. Another thing, YES, my chapters are short, but I do try to have them up fairly quickly. They have been and always will be short, so frankly put, get over it. . Onto other matters, if you wish to be emailed when I post a new chapter, let me know in a review. Speaking of reviews, I need some more input on this fic! ;.;
Chapter 3
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Licking the excess pancake batter off of her fingers, Bulma flipped the pancakes over before twirling around and pouring two glasses of orange juice. She twirled back around to flip the pancakes onto their plates to avoid being burnt. Bulma grinned to herself at a breakfast well-made, then wasted no time in picking the plates of pancakes and glasses of juice up to bring for herself and Vegeta.
"Hey, Vegeta," Bulma called as she entered his room, "You awake yet?"
"Of course, I am!" came the stern reply. "I'm hungry, woman!"
Bulma shook her head. "What have we been practicing?"
Vegeta groaned loudly. "No, I can't say that stupid word anymore! It hurts me to do so! And once I get out of here, I wouldn't ever say it again, so what's the use?" he pleaded stubbornly. Bulma looked at him in deep thought.
"It really hurts you? Physically?"
He nodded exasperatedly. "Yes, stupid! It hurts a demon to do anything..." he shuddered, "...nice."
Bulma nodded in understanding and handed him his plate and glass of juice. He took them gratefully and muttered, almost inaudibly, "Thank you."
Bulma looked at him in surprise. "Oh, you're... you're welcome..."
The odd pair ate their breakfast in silence, each glancing at the other every so often. Vegeta could sit up in bed easily now, but still had a hard time walking around on his own sometimes. Bulma figured that within another week, he'd be pretty much up to par. She knew that he would leave to go back to the war, Hell, wherever once he was able to do so. She knew she would miss him a little, but she also knew that he wouldn't miss her. So ungrateful.
"Helloooo! Bulma, dear!" came a cheery voice. Bulma spit out her orange juice in shock. Vegeta looked up and around him.
"What was that screeching noise? It sounded like a dying boar..." he trailed off curiously. Oh, no, Bulma thought to herself. She turned slightly in her chair next to Vegeta's bed and sure enough, in came her overly-cheerful mother.
"Bulma, honey, we got your letter and-" she stopped abruptly as she saw that her daughter had company, "Oh, my... what have we here? Oh, he's a demon!"
Bulma stood up quickly in fear. "Mother, I can explain-"
"Oh, darling, what are you doing, hiding such a handsome man away from us... goodness, hello, young man! What is your name?" the older, blonde angel babbled away happily. Vegeta scooted back in his bed with a very anxious look on his face. What is WITH these people? he thought to himself.
"Mother," Bulma said loudly, finally gaining her attention, "this is Vegeta. He was hurt badly in the meadow two and a half weeks ago and I helped him." Her mother 'oh'd' in acknowledgement and took it upon herself to go and sit right next to Vegeta, much to his dismay.
"Oh, I've never seen a demon's wing this close-up before! Can I touch it?" she asked and reached her hand out. Vegeta caught it forcefully before she could make contact.
"If you wish to be poisoned," he warned with a scowl on his face. Bulma snapped her fingers and glared at the demon. He took the hint and dropped the older woman's hand and slumped back against the bed.
"Come out of the room so I can speak to you, mother," Bulma said, dragging the other angel up and out of the chair.
"I'll come right back, you sweet, young man!" her mother called out to Vegeta who mumbled an inaudible 'Please, don't.'
After being ushered out of the room by her daughter, the older angel became a little more serious. She looked her daughter in the eye and her usual smile was almost completely gone. Bulma became a little worried; she didn't remember ever seeing her mother like this.
"Mother," Bulma began, "I'm sorry, I felt so bad for him! You always taught me to help anybody in need and that's what I did." Her mother shook her head.
"Dear, I am happy that you've helped him, though God forbid you ever tell your father, but that's not what I'm worried about."
Bulma couldn't hide the shock from gracing her features. If her mother wasn't even worried about the fact that a demon, their arch enemy, was residing in her daughter's house, Bulma was afraid to find out what WAS worrying her mother.
"What do you mean, mother?" she asked hesitantly. Her mother shifted uncomfortably and Bulma noted that her wings were shaking nervously every so often.
"I can't be sure on this, but that boy, he isn't just an ordinary demon. I think he's--" her mother was cut off by an ear-piercing yell.
"WOMAN!"
Bulma groaned. "What is it now, Vegeta?!" she yelled back. She turned to face her mother, all thoughts of the previous conversation gone from both of their minds. "Mother, since you and dad both got my letter, I can assume he's okay and I won't march into battle looking for him, but I better get back to Vegeta. We were getting ready to have breakfast and well... he's like two demons in one body when he's hungry."
Bulma's mother giggled. "Okay, dear." She kissed her daughter on the cheek before disappearing with only a feather left as a trace. Bulma sighed and turned to go back into Vegeta's room.
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Bulma set the empty dishes gently into the sink. Vegeta was now asleep after breakfast, so she could have a little quiet time -- something she hadn't had in a few days. She was quite happy at her medical 'career.' If her estimations were correct, Vegeta would be better than new in a few short days. He was now up and walking around on his own with little difficulty. His only problem still being his exhaustion. Given a few good days of solid rest, he'd be back to his old self.
Bulma didn't want to admit it, but she was a little depressed at the thought of not having the arrogant demon in her presence anymore. She had grown accustomed to having him around for the past two and a half weeks. Though he was rarely even remotely nice to her, she knew he couldn't help it.
She knew that he was more than willing to get out of the house and back into the war. He seemed sure of the fact that the rest of Hell was really missing his presence. She had laughed the first time he had told her that he was probably greatly missed, assuming he was being overly-confident of himself, but something in his eyes made her believe that he wasn't just being his usual arrogant self.
Well, she thought to herself, I know what it's like to feel like I need to be helping, but with me being the Prodigal One, I'll never be allowed to help. She frowned deeply and stared at Vegeta's closed door.
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OH, OH! Pick me! *raises hands* What's a Prodigal One?! Don't worry, people, that last paragraph will be explained throughout the course of the story, so there's no need to ask me about it. I tried to post this in my last chapter, but it didn't show up. The title of this fic DOES indeed relate to the story. Tenshi means Angel and Akuma means Devil in Japanese. So there you have it. Another thing, YES, my chapters are short, but I do try to have them up fairly quickly. They have been and always will be short, so frankly put, get over it. . Onto other matters, if you wish to be emailed when I post a new chapter, let me know in a review. Speaking of reviews, I need some more input on this fic! ;.;
