Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
A/N to Bear-chan: My dear Bear-chan, you should know that it takes me a few chapters to introduce the characters and the story. But never fear, I always have a few twists, turns and secrets up my sleeve. ^_~
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Vegeta's father looked at his son in shock. "Do you know this piece of trash, Vegeta?!"
Vegeta was drawn from his stupor at the sound of his father's voice. He quickly closed his gaping mouth and turned to face him, his face a stony mask once again.
"Yes, I have attempted to kill her before, but she got away," he replied, only half of it being the truth. His father's facial features relaxed somewhat and he smirked. He looked at the blue-haired Prodigal One again and chuckled.
"Well, she won't get away this time," the older demon said in an obvious tone. Vegeta nodded.
"Leave us be." His father nodded and turned to leave the room. Vegeta slowly whipped his head around to look at Bulma once again. She was still unconscious and her head hung loosely down at her chest. Crimson blood dripped slowly from her wounds and Vegeta almost cringed. Almost.
He walked up closer to inspect her even more. Her wings seemed to be unbroken and fine. She had vicious cuts across her back, most likely from soundlashing: a favorite type of torture among dungeon demons. Her white gown was ripped in several places, revealing the sides of her milky-white breasts. Her gorgeous blue locks were stained with dry blood and her face was cut in many places. Her arms and legs were decorated with black and purple bruises. Vegeta didn't think he saw one area of her body that wasn't marred with at least a scratch. And this was all before Vegeta himself would have a chance to torture her. But what was left to do to her?
He looked at her in silent debate. He had already chosen not to kill her once; they were even in his books. He drew his sword from its sheath, much like he had done just earlier that day. He slowly placed it to her abdomen. He looked back up towards her head, but her face will still down and hidden from view. Vegeta shook his head and willed himself to press the blade through his enemy's stomach.
Come on, Vegeta, he yelled at himself mentally. You weakling! He pressed the blade a little harder, earning an unconscious flinch from the Prodigal One. Vegeta growled at himself for not having completed the 'job' yet. After a few minutes of complete silence, he dropped his sword.
"DAMNIT!" he yelled, punching the stone wall beside his captive prisoner. He grabbed Bulma by the neck and shook her roughly. Her head flopped to the side. "Look what you've done to me, you bitch!" He shook her again, but she failed to respond in her unconscious state. He released her and walked swiftly to the other side of the dungeon cell and grabbed the key off of the wall. He punched the wall yet again before whirling around to glare at her venemously.
"It's all your fault..." he trailed off in a whisper. Wanting nothing more than to simply die right then and there, Vegeta slowly walked back over to Bulma. Still glaring hatefully at her, he unlocked the shackles from her ankles. Pausing, he rose to his feet and unlocked each of her wrists from their bound places above her head. He caught her in his arms as she fell after being released. He tossed the key behind him and situated her comfortably in his arms.
"Shit, how do I get out of here?" he mumbled. He was sure there would be guards right outside the door, but how smart would they be? Weighing his options, he chose to opt for trying to leave with a lie. She was still unconscious and her breathing was shallow, so that would help. He would simply have to get by them before they noticed she was indeed still breathing. Banging on the cell door to get the guards to open it, he glanced down at his captive angel again.
"I wish to throw her dead carcass off of the highest mountain," he told the guards simply as they opened the door. They simply mumbled an incoherent response as he bustled past them quickly. Once out of the dungeons, Vegeta let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
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Vegeta sat, scowling, with his arms crossed over his chest next to his bed. The blue-haired angel was currently still passed out in *his* bed and was covered by *his* black, satin sheets. He had wondered whether he should just dump her on the floor or not, but he remembered that she had provided him with a bed when he was hurt. He growled. He just knew that saying that 'please' word would make him start being... he shuddered... nice. He looked towards Bulma and she groaned and slowly opened her eyes. About time! She had been knocked out for a day. Of course he, himself, had been out for a week. He chose to just ignore that fact though.
"And so the tables have turned," he stated sarcastically. Bulma opened her eyes fully and focused on her surroundings. She noticed that the room was very dark, it being bathed in blacks and reds. The bed itself was a cherry wood, the finest she was sure, and was covered in black, satin sheets. She shivered at the coolness and Vegeta rose to grab her a warmer blanket. He tossed it aimlessly onto the bed and left her to cover herself.
"And here I thought you were ill and that was why your wings look like that," she replied, just as cynical as he -- if not more. He scoffed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were the Prodigal One?" he growled. She looked at him as if he was crazy. Why would she tell him? He'd have even more of a reason to kill her!
"Why didn't you tell me you were the Chosen One?" she responded with a question of her own. Vegeta glared at her and chose not to answer. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up in an irritated manner.
"I expect you out of here as soon as you can walk. I've already helped you enough," he spat. A hurt look crossed her face, but she hid it well.
"You're such a..." she trailed off unsure. His eyebrows rose.
"Such a what? Finish, woman," he commanded. Bulma jumbled over her words.
"I cannot!"
He stared at her. "Come on, you made me say that 'please' word. Say it. Call me an asshole."
She gaped at him. He was telling her, an angel, to say a naughty word! It simply couldn't be done. "I can't say something so horrible! I'm an angel."
He chuckled. "If a demon can say something nice, an angel can say something mean. Say it."
She shook her head no feverishly, wincing as her head began to throb.
"It'll make you feel better," he coaxed her.
She looked at him in surprise and suspicion. "Saying something bad won't make me feel better!"
"Woman, call me an asshole," he told her in a commanding tone. "Say it loud, say it proud!"
She laughed and shook her head. "Fine, you're such a... meanie-head..." she trailed off, blushing profusely. He face-faulted.
"Well, I guess that's a start," he said sarcastically. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Bulma struggled to sit up. Jumping in surprise at Vegeta's touch, she allowed him to pull her up into a sitting position. He saw how she had spread the blanket over her. He shook his head to himself and picked up the crumpled up blanket. She called out in protest, but he stared at her icily and she quieted. He shook out the blanket and spread it over her body in a non-messy fashion. Smoothing it out, he made sure every part of her body except for her head was covered. Bulma pulled the blanket up to her neck.
"Thank you," she said quietly. He looked somewhat uncomfortable. He flopped back down into his chair ungraciously.
"By the way, be sure to tell your father that I appreciate him trying to kill me," he mumbled angrily. Bulma gasped.
"It was my father who tried to kill you?"
Vegeta nodded and strained himself to keep his eyes anywhere but on the figure laying in his bed. Tears filled in Bulma's eyes, but she tried desperately to hide them. Vegeta didn't miss them, however, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta," she whispered and Vegeta bore his unfeeling eyes into her teary ones. He reached out to grasp her hand. Her tiny, frail hand shook in his larger, rougher one. He raised her hand to her face and set it on her cuts. She winced.
"Heal yourself," he told her. Suddenly her hand began to glow and the cuts upon her body began to disappear. He noticed that she was unable to heal the bruises.
"Bruises have to heal naturally," she supplied as if reading his thoughts and he nodded solemnly. She roved her hand higher upon his arm and drew him nearer to her. His instinct was to pull away, but she frowned and pulled him closer still. He stiffened as she bent her head and closed her eyes. She slowly moved her head forward to place her lips upon his. Just before contact, a loud banging on Vegeta's door brought forth an interruption. Bulma and Vegeta pulled away from each other quickly. He rose from his chair and opened the door a small crack.
"Oh, shit," he muttered and slammed it closed on the person's face. "You have to get out of here, woman." Bulma flustered to get out of bed fearfully. She was shaky at first, but sooned regained her strength. She spun around searching for an exit other than the door. Vegeta quickly pointed to the open window and she ran to it. She turned around to give him one last glance before flying out of the window, off towards her house far away. Vegeta watched her leave and was curious about the sadness he was feeling. He couldn't ponder for long, however, for he remembered he had a guest. He cleared his throat and threw open the door again.
"What?!" he yelled. The other demon threw his hands up in mock-surrender.
"Chill, Vegeta!" Radditz yelled, chuckling. "You had a girl in here, didn't you?!" Vegeta froze. "Now which demoness could it have been..." the other demon trailed off, with his finger tapping on his chin thoughtfully.
"There wasn't a woman in here, you fool. What do you want?!" Vegeta demanded in irritation. Radditz invited himself inside.
"Your father said you disappeared from the dungeons with the Prodigal One. Where'd you go? You did kill her, right?" the long-haired man asked, seating himself on Vegeta's black-cushioned couch.
"Yes, I did; none of your business; yes, I did," the Chosen One answered all three questions. Radditz grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Alright, so come back to camp then! Show off your super-cool Chosen One skills!" Radditz exclaimed, throwing a few punches at air. Vegeta frowned and glanced toward the window. Radditz noticed this and stood. He grabbed Vegeta by the wrist and dragged him out of the house. Vegeta yanked his arm from Radditz's.
"Quit, fool! I am perfectly capable of walking on my own," he stated sarcastically. Vegeta looked around in the sky for any signs of his blue-haired angel. Erm, scratch that, not MY blue-haired angel, he corrected himself. He looked over his shoulder as he heard another voice from afar.
"There you are, pathetic brother of mine!" Turles yelled and Radditz gave him the finger. The younger man walked up to join the other two demons, admiring Vegeta's wings along the way. "Damn, Vegeta, it's true then!"
Vegeta smirked. How he loved to receive compliments and have his ego boosted even higher than it already was. One could never be too proud of themself! "Yes, it's true," he answered simply.
"Hey, I'm hungry," Radditz whined, "Can we go back to camp?" Vegeta and Turles rolled their eyes.
"Yes," Vegeta sighed, rubbing his face. Radditz looked at Turles questioningly and he just shrugged.
"Who knows what's up with him?" Turles whispered to his brother. Vegeta growled.
"I heard that."
Chuckling nervously, Radditz and Turles took to the air. Adding extra 'umph' to his wings for purposes none other than just showing off, Vegeta also arose into the sky, headed for camp.
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There you all have it! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The story is picking up now and hopefully, I'll have a few twists and turns in store for you. I know the layout of how I want the story to go, I just need to map in the details. If you'd like to be e-mailed when I have new chapters posted, let me know in a review. ^_^
Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
A/N to Bear-chan: My dear Bear-chan, you should know that it takes me a few chapters to introduce the characters and the story. But never fear, I always have a few twists, turns and secrets up my sleeve. ^_~
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Vegeta's father looked at his son in shock. "Do you know this piece of trash, Vegeta?!"
Vegeta was drawn from his stupor at the sound of his father's voice. He quickly closed his gaping mouth and turned to face him, his face a stony mask once again.
"Yes, I have attempted to kill her before, but she got away," he replied, only half of it being the truth. His father's facial features relaxed somewhat and he smirked. He looked at the blue-haired Prodigal One again and chuckled.
"Well, she won't get away this time," the older demon said in an obvious tone. Vegeta nodded.
"Leave us be." His father nodded and turned to leave the room. Vegeta slowly whipped his head around to look at Bulma once again. She was still unconscious and her head hung loosely down at her chest. Crimson blood dripped slowly from her wounds and Vegeta almost cringed. Almost.
He walked up closer to inspect her even more. Her wings seemed to be unbroken and fine. She had vicious cuts across her back, most likely from soundlashing: a favorite type of torture among dungeon demons. Her white gown was ripped in several places, revealing the sides of her milky-white breasts. Her gorgeous blue locks were stained with dry blood and her face was cut in many places. Her arms and legs were decorated with black and purple bruises. Vegeta didn't think he saw one area of her body that wasn't marred with at least a scratch. And this was all before Vegeta himself would have a chance to torture her. But what was left to do to her?
He looked at her in silent debate. He had already chosen not to kill her once; they were even in his books. He drew his sword from its sheath, much like he had done just earlier that day. He slowly placed it to her abdomen. He looked back up towards her head, but her face will still down and hidden from view. Vegeta shook his head and willed himself to press the blade through his enemy's stomach.
Come on, Vegeta, he yelled at himself mentally. You weakling! He pressed the blade a little harder, earning an unconscious flinch from the Prodigal One. Vegeta growled at himself for not having completed the 'job' yet. After a few minutes of complete silence, he dropped his sword.
"DAMNIT!" he yelled, punching the stone wall beside his captive prisoner. He grabbed Bulma by the neck and shook her roughly. Her head flopped to the side. "Look what you've done to me, you bitch!" He shook her again, but she failed to respond in her unconscious state. He released her and walked swiftly to the other side of the dungeon cell and grabbed the key off of the wall. He punched the wall yet again before whirling around to glare at her venemously.
"It's all your fault..." he trailed off in a whisper. Wanting nothing more than to simply die right then and there, Vegeta slowly walked back over to Bulma. Still glaring hatefully at her, he unlocked the shackles from her ankles. Pausing, he rose to his feet and unlocked each of her wrists from their bound places above her head. He caught her in his arms as she fell after being released. He tossed the key behind him and situated her comfortably in his arms.
"Shit, how do I get out of here?" he mumbled. He was sure there would be guards right outside the door, but how smart would they be? Weighing his options, he chose to opt for trying to leave with a lie. She was still unconscious and her breathing was shallow, so that would help. He would simply have to get by them before they noticed she was indeed still breathing. Banging on the cell door to get the guards to open it, he glanced down at his captive angel again.
"I wish to throw her dead carcass off of the highest mountain," he told the guards simply as they opened the door. They simply mumbled an incoherent response as he bustled past them quickly. Once out of the dungeons, Vegeta let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
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Vegeta sat, scowling, with his arms crossed over his chest next to his bed. The blue-haired angel was currently still passed out in *his* bed and was covered by *his* black, satin sheets. He had wondered whether he should just dump her on the floor or not, but he remembered that she had provided him with a bed when he was hurt. He growled. He just knew that saying that 'please' word would make him start being... he shuddered... nice. He looked towards Bulma and she groaned and slowly opened her eyes. About time! She had been knocked out for a day. Of course he, himself, had been out for a week. He chose to just ignore that fact though.
"And so the tables have turned," he stated sarcastically. Bulma opened her eyes fully and focused on her surroundings. She noticed that the room was very dark, it being bathed in blacks and reds. The bed itself was a cherry wood, the finest she was sure, and was covered in black, satin sheets. She shivered at the coolness and Vegeta rose to grab her a warmer blanket. He tossed it aimlessly onto the bed and left her to cover herself.
"And here I thought you were ill and that was why your wings look like that," she replied, just as cynical as he -- if not more. He scoffed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were the Prodigal One?" he growled. She looked at him as if he was crazy. Why would she tell him? He'd have even more of a reason to kill her!
"Why didn't you tell me you were the Chosen One?" she responded with a question of her own. Vegeta glared at her and chose not to answer. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up in an irritated manner.
"I expect you out of here as soon as you can walk. I've already helped you enough," he spat. A hurt look crossed her face, but she hid it well.
"You're such a..." she trailed off unsure. His eyebrows rose.
"Such a what? Finish, woman," he commanded. Bulma jumbled over her words.
"I cannot!"
He stared at her. "Come on, you made me say that 'please' word. Say it. Call me an asshole."
She gaped at him. He was telling her, an angel, to say a naughty word! It simply couldn't be done. "I can't say something so horrible! I'm an angel."
He chuckled. "If a demon can say something nice, an angel can say something mean. Say it."
She shook her head no feverishly, wincing as her head began to throb.
"It'll make you feel better," he coaxed her.
She looked at him in surprise and suspicion. "Saying something bad won't make me feel better!"
"Woman, call me an asshole," he told her in a commanding tone. "Say it loud, say it proud!"
She laughed and shook her head. "Fine, you're such a... meanie-head..." she trailed off, blushing profusely. He face-faulted.
"Well, I guess that's a start," he said sarcastically. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Bulma struggled to sit up. Jumping in surprise at Vegeta's touch, she allowed him to pull her up into a sitting position. He saw how she had spread the blanket over her. He shook his head to himself and picked up the crumpled up blanket. She called out in protest, but he stared at her icily and she quieted. He shook out the blanket and spread it over her body in a non-messy fashion. Smoothing it out, he made sure every part of her body except for her head was covered. Bulma pulled the blanket up to her neck.
"Thank you," she said quietly. He looked somewhat uncomfortable. He flopped back down into his chair ungraciously.
"By the way, be sure to tell your father that I appreciate him trying to kill me," he mumbled angrily. Bulma gasped.
"It was my father who tried to kill you?"
Vegeta nodded and strained himself to keep his eyes anywhere but on the figure laying in his bed. Tears filled in Bulma's eyes, but she tried desperately to hide them. Vegeta didn't miss them, however, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta," she whispered and Vegeta bore his unfeeling eyes into her teary ones. He reached out to grasp her hand. Her tiny, frail hand shook in his larger, rougher one. He raised her hand to her face and set it on her cuts. She winced.
"Heal yourself," he told her. Suddenly her hand began to glow and the cuts upon her body began to disappear. He noticed that she was unable to heal the bruises.
"Bruises have to heal naturally," she supplied as if reading his thoughts and he nodded solemnly. She roved her hand higher upon his arm and drew him nearer to her. His instinct was to pull away, but she frowned and pulled him closer still. He stiffened as she bent her head and closed her eyes. She slowly moved her head forward to place her lips upon his. Just before contact, a loud banging on Vegeta's door brought forth an interruption. Bulma and Vegeta pulled away from each other quickly. He rose from his chair and opened the door a small crack.
"Oh, shit," he muttered and slammed it closed on the person's face. "You have to get out of here, woman." Bulma flustered to get out of bed fearfully. She was shaky at first, but sooned regained her strength. She spun around searching for an exit other than the door. Vegeta quickly pointed to the open window and she ran to it. She turned around to give him one last glance before flying out of the window, off towards her house far away. Vegeta watched her leave and was curious about the sadness he was feeling. He couldn't ponder for long, however, for he remembered he had a guest. He cleared his throat and threw open the door again.
"What?!" he yelled. The other demon threw his hands up in mock-surrender.
"Chill, Vegeta!" Radditz yelled, chuckling. "You had a girl in here, didn't you?!" Vegeta froze. "Now which demoness could it have been..." the other demon trailed off, with his finger tapping on his chin thoughtfully.
"There wasn't a woman in here, you fool. What do you want?!" Vegeta demanded in irritation. Radditz invited himself inside.
"Your father said you disappeared from the dungeons with the Prodigal One. Where'd you go? You did kill her, right?" the long-haired man asked, seating himself on Vegeta's black-cushioned couch.
"Yes, I did; none of your business; yes, I did," the Chosen One answered all three questions. Radditz grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Alright, so come back to camp then! Show off your super-cool Chosen One skills!" Radditz exclaimed, throwing a few punches at air. Vegeta frowned and glanced toward the window. Radditz noticed this and stood. He grabbed Vegeta by the wrist and dragged him out of the house. Vegeta yanked his arm from Radditz's.
"Quit, fool! I am perfectly capable of walking on my own," he stated sarcastically. Vegeta looked around in the sky for any signs of his blue-haired angel. Erm, scratch that, not MY blue-haired angel, he corrected himself. He looked over his shoulder as he heard another voice from afar.
"There you are, pathetic brother of mine!" Turles yelled and Radditz gave him the finger. The younger man walked up to join the other two demons, admiring Vegeta's wings along the way. "Damn, Vegeta, it's true then!"
Vegeta smirked. How he loved to receive compliments and have his ego boosted even higher than it already was. One could never be too proud of themself! "Yes, it's true," he answered simply.
"Hey, I'm hungry," Radditz whined, "Can we go back to camp?" Vegeta and Turles rolled their eyes.
"Yes," Vegeta sighed, rubbing his face. Radditz looked at Turles questioningly and he just shrugged.
"Who knows what's up with him?" Turles whispered to his brother. Vegeta growled.
"I heard that."
Chuckling nervously, Radditz and Turles took to the air. Adding extra 'umph' to his wings for purposes none other than just showing off, Vegeta also arose into the sky, headed for camp.
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There you all have it! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The story is picking up now and hopefully, I'll have a few twists and turns in store for you. I know the layout of how I want the story to go, I just need to map in the details. If you'd like to be e-mailed when I have new chapters posted, let me know in a review. ^_^
