Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Bulma gasped in pain as the blade cut deeper into her throat. It was just pressed deep enough to hurt her, but not kill her. She watched Vegeta's eyes gleam with a red evilness as he saw a few drops of blood trickle down Bulma's throat and seep into her grey sweatshirt.
"Does this hurt?" he asked softly, raising his eyes to meet her frightened ones. Bulma suddenly felt something that was foreign to her: anger.
"Of course, it does, baka!" she spat, surprised at her tone of voice. He seemed to be surprised, as well, for he tossed his head back and laughed loudly. He slowly lowered it to glare at her. She coughed, a few drops of blood rising up from her throat and onto the grass around them.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded quietly, too afraid to inch away for fear that he may press the blade into her neck further. He was a demon, he was certainly cabable of doing so. She mentally cursed at herself for being so stupid. Why did I ever help him? she wondered to herself, though she already knew the answer. As an angel, it was her 'job' to help anyone who was in trouble. She knew that many other angels wouldn't have done the same thing had they been in her shoes, but she was the Prodigal One. It made her even more vulnerable to pain and grief.
Suddenly, the smirk disappeared off of Vegeta's face and he frowned. Dropping his sword to his side, he turned to face away from her. "Against everything I know, I'll let you live. A life for a life."
Without a word more, he took to the sky, his shiny, grey wings waving behind him as she flew in the opposite direction. Tears spilled from Bulma's eyes in shock, fear, pain and relief. Almost fainting from the overwhelming event, Bulma struggled to stand. Her eyes followed his movements in the sky until she could see him no longer.
A life for a life? she wondered. What could he mean by that? Is it because I saved his life that he didn't kill me? Bulma shakily walked back into her house.
"I know what I'll do," she said, listening hard to the sound of her own voice to drown out her fear, "I'll go see mother." Nodding to herself, her legs still shaking a little bit, she changed into some new, non-bloody clothes. She held her hand to her throat to heal her still-bleeding wound. Either talking to herself or singing loudly, any noise to keep her mind off of her near-death experience, she stepped out of her house and took to the sky.
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Vegeta touched down on the ground before his father. He spit to the side of him and crossed his arms impatiently. When his father finally turned around to acknowledge the intruder, his eyes widened.
"Vegeta! You're alive! And you've... you've..." His father stared at him with a gaping mouth. The younger demon uncrossed his arms.
"Ascended?" Vegeta supplied with a smirk gracing his lips. "Yes, father, I've ascended." He waved his grey wings behind him to further note his declaration. He smirked at the older clone of him, only with a goatee, as his father took in the news.
"I say! Well done, boy, well done!" the older demon said, clapping his son on the back. "Those pathetic angels won't stand a chance now!"
Vegeta suddenly scowled. "Tell me, who tried to kill me?" It was more of a demanding statement than a question and his father smirked, happy to be able to reveal the answer to his question and even more.
"The highest archangel of God. And there's something else we've discovered... he has a daughter. The Prodigal One." He paused as his son gasped in shock. "What say we kidnap his precious daughter? I'm sure you'd like to kill her in exchange for him trying to kill you, yes?"
Vegeta nodded eagerly at this new-found news, more than ready to payback his pain ten-fold. His father grinned maliciously. "We shall capture her then and bring her to you."
The Chosen One nodded his approval and thought to himself, Good, this will get my mind off of that blue bitch. At least I'll probably never see her again.
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"Juunanagou, how is my dear Bulma doing?" Bulma's mother asked the long-haired angel. He shrugged and sat down on the couch. He thanked her as he took the tea she offered him.
"She seemed to be doing just fine. She--" He looked over at the door as it opened and in walked their topic of conversation. Bulma's mother clapped gleefully.
"Hi, dear!" she exclaimed, ushering her daughter over to a chair.
Bulma managed a small smile. "Hi, mother. Hey, Juu-kun." Juunanagou shook his head disapprovingly at his friend and set his tea down on its saucer.
"You shouldn't be this close to where the war is. Do you know what your father will say?" he reprimanded her, though hugging her at the same time. Bulma shrugged.
"I just wanted to come visit. I'm sick of being stuck by myself!" she pouted. He stared intently at her, understanding that she must be bored out of her mind.
Juunanagou sighed regretfully. "Unfortunately, I can't stay. I am to be at post in twenty minutes. I'll talk to you later though, alright?" Bulma nodded and bid him farewell. She sat back down in her chair and faced her mother.
"How is father? I haven't seen him in ages, it seems..." she trailed off sadly. Her mother patted her on the shoulder and handed her a cup of tea. Bulma slowly reached her hand out and took it, weary with sorrow.
"He is fine and you'll probably be able to see him later tonight if you hang around here!" the ditzy blonde replied in her cheerful voice. Bulma perked up.
"Really? He'll be coming back home?"
Bulma's mother nodded and smiled at her daughter. "Excellent," Bulma replied, "I'll stay here and wait for him!"
They sat in a comfortable silence together until suddenly, Bulma's hearing picked up a rustle in the bushes. She turned to her mother. "Are you expecting someone?" Puzzled when her mother shook her head 'no,' she stood from her chair to go investigate. Probably Juu-kun; he must've forgotten something, she thought to herself. Walking outside, she didn't see anyone, so she shrugged.
"Guess no one's he-- ...AHH!" Bulma screamed as a hand wrapped its way around her mouth tightly. Her mother ran outside and gasped in fright at her daughter's predicament. She started to run up to her daughter, but was pulled back by another demon. Bulma struggled to pry the rough hand from her mouth.
"Mother, get father!" she yelled before the hand was clamped back over her mouth. Bulma's mother hesitated to leave her daughter, but soon enough disappeared to find her husband. The demon who was holding the older angel gasped in surprise and looked all around him for the disappeared angel.
"Daddy won't save you," the demon holding her from behind whispered into her ear. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place a name to it. The demon then directed his attention to the other men surrounding her, "Come! We'll bring this pathetic thing to my son to play with!"
"What do you mean?!" Bulma screamed, her words muffled by his smoldering hand. No sooner than she had spoken, they had lifted into the air. She kicked and screamed, trying desperately to free herself from his deathgrip, but was unable to do so. He was simply too strong.
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"My son, we have brought the Prodigal One. Would you like to go have some fun with her?" the older, flame-haired man asked with a chuckle. Vegeta nodded.
"Yes, father, I think I would enjoy some quality time with her immensely. That is... if I can stand to look at her hideous face," Vegeta said in a disgusted tone. His father shook his head.
"Hideous? Quite the contrary." Vegeta just raised his eyebrows at this. He stopped outside of the dungeon doors as his father entered to 'introduce' him.
"Girl, I have brought you a visitor: the Chosen One. He wants to... have a 'chat' with you," he laughed when Bulma didn't even bother to raise her head. Then Vegeta entered the room, looking around him. There were shackles hanging from the damp and dark walls along with various torture tools. He looked over at their captive prisoner. He made a shocked sound. Blue hair was hanging down in front of the girl's face in a disarrayed mess.
"Bulma?!" he yelled, catching the girl's attention. She slowly raised her head with much difficulty. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises and her white gown was torn in many places.
"Vegeta..." she murmured quietly before falling into unconsciousness.
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So, now they know each other's position! What will happen next... I know, but you'll have to wait. ^-~ I think I have few readers on this fic, but I do appreciate those of you who do bother to read it and I hope you enjoy it. :)
Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Bulma gasped in pain as the blade cut deeper into her throat. It was just pressed deep enough to hurt her, but not kill her. She watched Vegeta's eyes gleam with a red evilness as he saw a few drops of blood trickle down Bulma's throat and seep into her grey sweatshirt.
"Does this hurt?" he asked softly, raising his eyes to meet her frightened ones. Bulma suddenly felt something that was foreign to her: anger.
"Of course, it does, baka!" she spat, surprised at her tone of voice. He seemed to be surprised, as well, for he tossed his head back and laughed loudly. He slowly lowered it to glare at her. She coughed, a few drops of blood rising up from her throat and onto the grass around them.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded quietly, too afraid to inch away for fear that he may press the blade into her neck further. He was a demon, he was certainly cabable of doing so. She mentally cursed at herself for being so stupid. Why did I ever help him? she wondered to herself, though she already knew the answer. As an angel, it was her 'job' to help anyone who was in trouble. She knew that many other angels wouldn't have done the same thing had they been in her shoes, but she was the Prodigal One. It made her even more vulnerable to pain and grief.
Suddenly, the smirk disappeared off of Vegeta's face and he frowned. Dropping his sword to his side, he turned to face away from her. "Against everything I know, I'll let you live. A life for a life."
Without a word more, he took to the sky, his shiny, grey wings waving behind him as she flew in the opposite direction. Tears spilled from Bulma's eyes in shock, fear, pain and relief. Almost fainting from the overwhelming event, Bulma struggled to stand. Her eyes followed his movements in the sky until she could see him no longer.
A life for a life? she wondered. What could he mean by that? Is it because I saved his life that he didn't kill me? Bulma shakily walked back into her house.
"I know what I'll do," she said, listening hard to the sound of her own voice to drown out her fear, "I'll go see mother." Nodding to herself, her legs still shaking a little bit, she changed into some new, non-bloody clothes. She held her hand to her throat to heal her still-bleeding wound. Either talking to herself or singing loudly, any noise to keep her mind off of her near-death experience, she stepped out of her house and took to the sky.
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Vegeta touched down on the ground before his father. He spit to the side of him and crossed his arms impatiently. When his father finally turned around to acknowledge the intruder, his eyes widened.
"Vegeta! You're alive! And you've... you've..." His father stared at him with a gaping mouth. The younger demon uncrossed his arms.
"Ascended?" Vegeta supplied with a smirk gracing his lips. "Yes, father, I've ascended." He waved his grey wings behind him to further note his declaration. He smirked at the older clone of him, only with a goatee, as his father took in the news.
"I say! Well done, boy, well done!" the older demon said, clapping his son on the back. "Those pathetic angels won't stand a chance now!"
Vegeta suddenly scowled. "Tell me, who tried to kill me?" It was more of a demanding statement than a question and his father smirked, happy to be able to reveal the answer to his question and even more.
"The highest archangel of God. And there's something else we've discovered... he has a daughter. The Prodigal One." He paused as his son gasped in shock. "What say we kidnap his precious daughter? I'm sure you'd like to kill her in exchange for him trying to kill you, yes?"
Vegeta nodded eagerly at this new-found news, more than ready to payback his pain ten-fold. His father grinned maliciously. "We shall capture her then and bring her to you."
The Chosen One nodded his approval and thought to himself, Good, this will get my mind off of that blue bitch. At least I'll probably never see her again.
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"Juunanagou, how is my dear Bulma doing?" Bulma's mother asked the long-haired angel. He shrugged and sat down on the couch. He thanked her as he took the tea she offered him.
"She seemed to be doing just fine. She--" He looked over at the door as it opened and in walked their topic of conversation. Bulma's mother clapped gleefully.
"Hi, dear!" she exclaimed, ushering her daughter over to a chair.
Bulma managed a small smile. "Hi, mother. Hey, Juu-kun." Juunanagou shook his head disapprovingly at his friend and set his tea down on its saucer.
"You shouldn't be this close to where the war is. Do you know what your father will say?" he reprimanded her, though hugging her at the same time. Bulma shrugged.
"I just wanted to come visit. I'm sick of being stuck by myself!" she pouted. He stared intently at her, understanding that she must be bored out of her mind.
Juunanagou sighed regretfully. "Unfortunately, I can't stay. I am to be at post in twenty minutes. I'll talk to you later though, alright?" Bulma nodded and bid him farewell. She sat back down in her chair and faced her mother.
"How is father? I haven't seen him in ages, it seems..." she trailed off sadly. Her mother patted her on the shoulder and handed her a cup of tea. Bulma slowly reached her hand out and took it, weary with sorrow.
"He is fine and you'll probably be able to see him later tonight if you hang around here!" the ditzy blonde replied in her cheerful voice. Bulma perked up.
"Really? He'll be coming back home?"
Bulma's mother nodded and smiled at her daughter. "Excellent," Bulma replied, "I'll stay here and wait for him!"
They sat in a comfortable silence together until suddenly, Bulma's hearing picked up a rustle in the bushes. She turned to her mother. "Are you expecting someone?" Puzzled when her mother shook her head 'no,' she stood from her chair to go investigate. Probably Juu-kun; he must've forgotten something, she thought to herself. Walking outside, she didn't see anyone, so she shrugged.
"Guess no one's he-- ...AHH!" Bulma screamed as a hand wrapped its way around her mouth tightly. Her mother ran outside and gasped in fright at her daughter's predicament. She started to run up to her daughter, but was pulled back by another demon. Bulma struggled to pry the rough hand from her mouth.
"Mother, get father!" she yelled before the hand was clamped back over her mouth. Bulma's mother hesitated to leave her daughter, but soon enough disappeared to find her husband. The demon who was holding the older angel gasped in surprise and looked all around him for the disappeared angel.
"Daddy won't save you," the demon holding her from behind whispered into her ear. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place a name to it. The demon then directed his attention to the other men surrounding her, "Come! We'll bring this pathetic thing to my son to play with!"
"What do you mean?!" Bulma screamed, her words muffled by his smoldering hand. No sooner than she had spoken, they had lifted into the air. She kicked and screamed, trying desperately to free herself from his deathgrip, but was unable to do so. He was simply too strong.
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"My son, we have brought the Prodigal One. Would you like to go have some fun with her?" the older, flame-haired man asked with a chuckle. Vegeta nodded.
"Yes, father, I think I would enjoy some quality time with her immensely. That is... if I can stand to look at her hideous face," Vegeta said in a disgusted tone. His father shook his head.
"Hideous? Quite the contrary." Vegeta just raised his eyebrows at this. He stopped outside of the dungeon doors as his father entered to 'introduce' him.
"Girl, I have brought you a visitor: the Chosen One. He wants to... have a 'chat' with you," he laughed when Bulma didn't even bother to raise her head. Then Vegeta entered the room, looking around him. There were shackles hanging from the damp and dark walls along with various torture tools. He looked over at their captive prisoner. He made a shocked sound. Blue hair was hanging down in front of the girl's face in a disarrayed mess.
"Bulma?!" he yelled, catching the girl's attention. She slowly raised her head with much difficulty. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises and her white gown was torn in many places.
"Vegeta..." she murmured quietly before falling into unconsciousness.
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So, now they know each other's position! What will happen next... I know, but you'll have to wait. ^-~ I think I have few readers on this fic, but I do appreciate those of you who do bother to read it and I hope you enjoy it. :)
