Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 7
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Bulma touched her feet down onto the ground gently. She looked around her at the forestry surrounding her home. She had always appreciated nature for everything it was worth and loved it with a passion. She was beginning to appreciate it even more though with recent events. Her life seemed to be threatened time and time again within just a few days. She glanced at the front door of her house to see her best friend come running out of the door.
"Bulma!" Juunanagou shouted in a very worried tone. He toppled over her and knocked them both to the ground, suffocating her with his hugs.
"Oh, the Heavens, we were so worried about you!" Bulma's mother cried as she also ran outside to jump onto her daughter in happiness. "Your father is still out looking for you even. I'll go get him!" Before Bulma could utter a word, her mother had disappeared. Within a blink of an eye, however, the bubbly angel had reappeared. Bulma looked at her quizzically, patting Juunanagou on the shoulder.
"He'll be right here!" her mother supplied before immersing her daughter into another life-threatening hug. Bulma laughed a little and pried the two angels off of her.
"I'm alright, really!" she tried to convince them, but to no avail.
"You're bruised! Who did this to you?!" Juunanagou shouted angrily, causing Bulma to flinch. She shrugged cautiously.
"Just some dungeon demons, but I, ah... managed to escape," she said, only not revealing HOW she managed to escape. "I'm okay though!"
Her mother was still wailing and Juunanagou looked as if he could knock the lights out of someone. His icy, blue eyes were flashing dangerously. It was something she wasn't used to seeing in an angel. Bulma looked up quickly as she heard her father calling out to her. He touched down on the ground and Bulma wasn't surprised when she was knocked to the ground yet again.
"By God, Bulma, you have no idea how worried we were!" he exclaimed, hugging her and pressing kisses on her forehead. She hugged him back gratefully.
"It's been so long since I've seen you, daddy," she said quietly into the crook of his neck. He nodded silently.
"Yes, too long," he agreed. "How did you escape?"
Bulma froze. There was no way she could lie and even if she was able to, she couldn't bring herself to do it -- not to her father, most of all. She stuttered, looking for a way to avoid telling the three of them, but without lying. She looked to her mother for help. Somehow, her mother knew.
"Well, she's safe and that's what matters!" her mother cut in and Bulma was grateful. She ushered everybody into her daughter's house for 'some tea.' She stopped her daughter at the door and looked at her expectantly.
"Mother, I think you already know how I escaped," Bulma said matter-of-factly. The other lady nodded solemnly.
"Handsome and courageous, that flame-haired demon was, I see!" she exclaimed, back to her bubbly self and Bulma smiled. She was happy to be back home and safe, if only for a little while. She gripped her mother's hand as they walked inside.
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"Father! Bloody hell, old man, where are you?!" Vegeta shouted as he, Radditz and Turles landed at the camp site. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. He should never have to be kept waiting!
"Yes, yes, here I am. Have some patience, brat!" his father reprimanded him as he stomped out of the captain's tent. He stopped a foot in front of Vegeta and stabbed his finger into his shorter son's chest. "Why the hell do you keep disappearing for days at a time?"
Vegeta shrugged and feigned ignorance. "Honestly, father, am I not even allowed to enjoy the flowers and bask in the sunshine? I'm beginning to think you're just very unappreciative of this beautiful world around us." he stated, every word dripping with sarcasm. "Nature is just so wonderful and I only wish to enjoy it." The Chosen One blasted a nearby tree right from under its roots.
His father frowned. "Studying to be a comedian, are we?" Vegeta shrugged indifferently. After 'rescuing' Bulma, he had come to realize that what he was hoping for inside would never happen. He was a demon; she was an angel. It was impossible. They were destined to be against each other and he knew he had to accept that.
"Come on, Vegeta, you've been gone long enough. We need to start kicking some ass!" Radditz said enthusiastically. Vegeta shook his head without turning around.
"Shut up, Radditz."
Radditz scowled. "All I was saying was that these angels have lived long enough--"
"Shut up, Radditz!"
"--And I think that now is the time to attack--"
"SHUT UP, RADDITZ!" Turles, Vegeta and his father all yelled in unison. Radditz turned away and pouted. Vegeta looked back at his father.
"When are we attacking?" he asked, walking inside the tent. The three other demons followed him inside and they all took a seat around a map.
"Two days from now at dawn," his father instructed, smoothing out the map. He pointed at a specific location hidden deep in the forests. Vegeta noted that it wasn't too far from Bulma's home. Not that he cared.
"That's one of their camp sites, yes?" Turles asked curiously and the oldest demon present nodded. Vegeta rubbed his chin in thought and suddenly felt something rubbing up against his wings. He turned around sharply and caught Radditz's hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Radditz?" Vegeta asked dangerously. The long-haired demon grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Just wanted to feel 'em. Hey, don't look at me like that; Turles wanted to feel them, too!" Radditz cried in self-defense. Vegeta whirled his head around to Turles who just shook his head quickly. The Chosen One slowly looked at Radditz again.
"And you're an A Class demon?" he asked ironically.
~*~ Two days later...
Bulma had slept most of the two days after she had returned. Her parents had moved her from her house since it was no longer safe and into the main camp site with them. Her bruises were healing nicely with help from one of ChiChi's, another angel friend, elixirs. The only downside to the elixir was the fact that it made Bulma exhausted and quite frequently at that. She figured it was a small price to pay in order to be healed twice as fast as she would have been if she would have just let them heal naturally.
She yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. She was alone -- for once since she had returned -- and judging by the darkness outside of her open window, it was fair to say that it was nighttime. She slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her aching forehead. Bulma slowed her breathing as she heard two voices outside of her bedroom murmuring quicking in hushed voices.
"Yes, but I fear for her life," her father said quietly. Bulma strained her ears.
"Well, we all do, but she will save us," now her mother spoke.
"The price for her saving us is unbearable though," her father responded painfully. Bulma tilted her head in confusion. She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the door.
"What in the Heavens do you mean?" her mother asked, just as confused as Bulma. She jerked in surprise as the daughter in question eased open the door quietly. "Oh, wonderful! You're awake, dear. Hungry, yes?"
Bulma shook her head. "Is it very late?"
Her mother smiled. "No, it's actually just before sunrise. About 6:00 AM." Bulma beamed.
"Oh, good! I'm up bright and early to start a new day!" Suddenly feeling more alive and replenished, the Prodigal One skipped down the stairs and headed outside. She stopped in mid-step as she found she was not alone.
"You've read my mind, Juu-kun!" she exclaimed with a giggle. She walked over to the tree he was sitting under and sat down next to him, surprising him.
"Bulma, you're awake! Come to see the sunrise, as well, I suspect?" he asked with a smile worthy of boyish charm. His blue-haired friend grinned. Together they watched the sun come up and show it's glorious face just over the horizon. It was another tradition of theirs that they liked to share as often as possible. Juunanagou tensed and stood up suddenly as the sun was now in full view.
Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?" She stood up next to him and waited patiently for an answer. His only response was a silent one which included him pushing her behind him forcefully.
"Juu-kun, what's going..." she trailed off as she too saw many figures off in the distance. She watched the sky in both fear and curiosity. Slowly, about one hundred demons landed in front of the only two angels which happened to be outside. Needless to say, Bulma and Juunanagou were overwhelmed.
"Go inside. Now, Bulma!" Juunanagou yelled. She stood frozen in fear. Many more angels, including Bulma's parents, came running outside wondering about the commotion. Many gasps could be heard as around one hundred angels stood in front of an equally large group of demons.
Vegeta stepped out in front of the rest of the demons. "No, stay awhile, darling," he sneered. Bulma's eyes widened. She slowly stepped out from behind Juunanagou and a few steps in front of the rest of the angels.
"I won't leave you, Juunanagou, or anyone else for that matter," she responded to her friend's order though still looking directly at Vegeta with an icy stare. He snarled.
"Oh, you'll leave your little boytoy alright. Just not by choice," the Chosen One stated, earning a few laughs from other demons. Turles and Radditz stepped up beside their friend.
"Let's can their saintly little asses," Radditz said with a smirk. Turles chuckled. Vegeta shook his head though.
"No, this is between me and Miss Thang. Let's see the powers of the Prodigal One!" he exclaimed arrogantly. Bulma frowned. She had not ascended like he had. She knew that she would be no match for him. She weighed her options wisely.
"And if I refuse?" she asked quietly, shifting her weight consciously. Vegeta laughed and closed his eyes.
"Let's just say... that wouldn't be the wisest of decisions."
Before Bulma could question his confusing statement, Vegeta had Juunanagou pulled over to his side with his arm wrapped tightly around his throat. Bulma stood in shock at his god-like speed. She slowly regained her composure, but felt anger -- and fear -- like no other. She had to do something. Juunanagou would die otherwise. She growled ferally, much unlike herself. Her black-haired friend struggled in Vegeta's impossible grip.
Bulma's mother gasped in shock as her daughter's aura began to show itself as a golden glow around her. Her gorgeous blue locks began to float around her though there was no wind. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
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A late chapter, I know. I got into a small writer's block there for a little while. I don't think I'm completely out of it, as you can tell from this chapter, but I'll continue to write and hopefully it will just flow out of me. If you can't tell yet, I think Radditz is just a cute and cuddly, big oaf. I love making him a comic relief sweetie in my fics. ^-~ Anyway, thanks for reading. ^_^
Chapter 7
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Disclaimer: I own everything; worship me! No, really... I don't own anything... T.T
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Bulma touched her feet down onto the ground gently. She looked around her at the forestry surrounding her home. She had always appreciated nature for everything it was worth and loved it with a passion. She was beginning to appreciate it even more though with recent events. Her life seemed to be threatened time and time again within just a few days. She glanced at the front door of her house to see her best friend come running out of the door.
"Bulma!" Juunanagou shouted in a very worried tone. He toppled over her and knocked them both to the ground, suffocating her with his hugs.
"Oh, the Heavens, we were so worried about you!" Bulma's mother cried as she also ran outside to jump onto her daughter in happiness. "Your father is still out looking for you even. I'll go get him!" Before Bulma could utter a word, her mother had disappeared. Within a blink of an eye, however, the bubbly angel had reappeared. Bulma looked at her quizzically, patting Juunanagou on the shoulder.
"He'll be right here!" her mother supplied before immersing her daughter into another life-threatening hug. Bulma laughed a little and pried the two angels off of her.
"I'm alright, really!" she tried to convince them, but to no avail.
"You're bruised! Who did this to you?!" Juunanagou shouted angrily, causing Bulma to flinch. She shrugged cautiously.
"Just some dungeon demons, but I, ah... managed to escape," she said, only not revealing HOW she managed to escape. "I'm okay though!"
Her mother was still wailing and Juunanagou looked as if he could knock the lights out of someone. His icy, blue eyes were flashing dangerously. It was something she wasn't used to seeing in an angel. Bulma looked up quickly as she heard her father calling out to her. He touched down on the ground and Bulma wasn't surprised when she was knocked to the ground yet again.
"By God, Bulma, you have no idea how worried we were!" he exclaimed, hugging her and pressing kisses on her forehead. She hugged him back gratefully.
"It's been so long since I've seen you, daddy," she said quietly into the crook of his neck. He nodded silently.
"Yes, too long," he agreed. "How did you escape?"
Bulma froze. There was no way she could lie and even if she was able to, she couldn't bring herself to do it -- not to her father, most of all. She stuttered, looking for a way to avoid telling the three of them, but without lying. She looked to her mother for help. Somehow, her mother knew.
"Well, she's safe and that's what matters!" her mother cut in and Bulma was grateful. She ushered everybody into her daughter's house for 'some tea.' She stopped her daughter at the door and looked at her expectantly.
"Mother, I think you already know how I escaped," Bulma said matter-of-factly. The other lady nodded solemnly.
"Handsome and courageous, that flame-haired demon was, I see!" she exclaimed, back to her bubbly self and Bulma smiled. She was happy to be back home and safe, if only for a little while. She gripped her mother's hand as they walked inside.
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"Father! Bloody hell, old man, where are you?!" Vegeta shouted as he, Radditz and Turles landed at the camp site. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. He should never have to be kept waiting!
"Yes, yes, here I am. Have some patience, brat!" his father reprimanded him as he stomped out of the captain's tent. He stopped a foot in front of Vegeta and stabbed his finger into his shorter son's chest. "Why the hell do you keep disappearing for days at a time?"
Vegeta shrugged and feigned ignorance. "Honestly, father, am I not even allowed to enjoy the flowers and bask in the sunshine? I'm beginning to think you're just very unappreciative of this beautiful world around us." he stated, every word dripping with sarcasm. "Nature is just so wonderful and I only wish to enjoy it." The Chosen One blasted a nearby tree right from under its roots.
His father frowned. "Studying to be a comedian, are we?" Vegeta shrugged indifferently. After 'rescuing' Bulma, he had come to realize that what he was hoping for inside would never happen. He was a demon; she was an angel. It was impossible. They were destined to be against each other and he knew he had to accept that.
"Come on, Vegeta, you've been gone long enough. We need to start kicking some ass!" Radditz said enthusiastically. Vegeta shook his head without turning around.
"Shut up, Radditz."
Radditz scowled. "All I was saying was that these angels have lived long enough--"
"Shut up, Radditz!"
"--And I think that now is the time to attack--"
"SHUT UP, RADDITZ!" Turles, Vegeta and his father all yelled in unison. Radditz turned away and pouted. Vegeta looked back at his father.
"When are we attacking?" he asked, walking inside the tent. The three other demons followed him inside and they all took a seat around a map.
"Two days from now at dawn," his father instructed, smoothing out the map. He pointed at a specific location hidden deep in the forests. Vegeta noted that it wasn't too far from Bulma's home. Not that he cared.
"That's one of their camp sites, yes?" Turles asked curiously and the oldest demon present nodded. Vegeta rubbed his chin in thought and suddenly felt something rubbing up against his wings. He turned around sharply and caught Radditz's hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Radditz?" Vegeta asked dangerously. The long-haired demon grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Just wanted to feel 'em. Hey, don't look at me like that; Turles wanted to feel them, too!" Radditz cried in self-defense. Vegeta whirled his head around to Turles who just shook his head quickly. The Chosen One slowly looked at Radditz again.
"And you're an A Class demon?" he asked ironically.
~*~ Two days later...
Bulma had slept most of the two days after she had returned. Her parents had moved her from her house since it was no longer safe and into the main camp site with them. Her bruises were healing nicely with help from one of ChiChi's, another angel friend, elixirs. The only downside to the elixir was the fact that it made Bulma exhausted and quite frequently at that. She figured it was a small price to pay in order to be healed twice as fast as she would have been if she would have just let them heal naturally.
She yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. She was alone -- for once since she had returned -- and judging by the darkness outside of her open window, it was fair to say that it was nighttime. She slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her aching forehead. Bulma slowed her breathing as she heard two voices outside of her bedroom murmuring quicking in hushed voices.
"Yes, but I fear for her life," her father said quietly. Bulma strained her ears.
"Well, we all do, but she will save us," now her mother spoke.
"The price for her saving us is unbearable though," her father responded painfully. Bulma tilted her head in confusion. She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the door.
"What in the Heavens do you mean?" her mother asked, just as confused as Bulma. She jerked in surprise as the daughter in question eased open the door quietly. "Oh, wonderful! You're awake, dear. Hungry, yes?"
Bulma shook her head. "Is it very late?"
Her mother smiled. "No, it's actually just before sunrise. About 6:00 AM." Bulma beamed.
"Oh, good! I'm up bright and early to start a new day!" Suddenly feeling more alive and replenished, the Prodigal One skipped down the stairs and headed outside. She stopped in mid-step as she found she was not alone.
"You've read my mind, Juu-kun!" she exclaimed with a giggle. She walked over to the tree he was sitting under and sat down next to him, surprising him.
"Bulma, you're awake! Come to see the sunrise, as well, I suspect?" he asked with a smile worthy of boyish charm. His blue-haired friend grinned. Together they watched the sun come up and show it's glorious face just over the horizon. It was another tradition of theirs that they liked to share as often as possible. Juunanagou tensed and stood up suddenly as the sun was now in full view.
Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?" She stood up next to him and waited patiently for an answer. His only response was a silent one which included him pushing her behind him forcefully.
"Juu-kun, what's going..." she trailed off as she too saw many figures off in the distance. She watched the sky in both fear and curiosity. Slowly, about one hundred demons landed in front of the only two angels which happened to be outside. Needless to say, Bulma and Juunanagou were overwhelmed.
"Go inside. Now, Bulma!" Juunanagou yelled. She stood frozen in fear. Many more angels, including Bulma's parents, came running outside wondering about the commotion. Many gasps could be heard as around one hundred angels stood in front of an equally large group of demons.
Vegeta stepped out in front of the rest of the demons. "No, stay awhile, darling," he sneered. Bulma's eyes widened. She slowly stepped out from behind Juunanagou and a few steps in front of the rest of the angels.
"I won't leave you, Juunanagou, or anyone else for that matter," she responded to her friend's order though still looking directly at Vegeta with an icy stare. He snarled.
"Oh, you'll leave your little boytoy alright. Just not by choice," the Chosen One stated, earning a few laughs from other demons. Turles and Radditz stepped up beside their friend.
"Let's can their saintly little asses," Radditz said with a smirk. Turles chuckled. Vegeta shook his head though.
"No, this is between me and Miss Thang. Let's see the powers of the Prodigal One!" he exclaimed arrogantly. Bulma frowned. She had not ascended like he had. She knew that she would be no match for him. She weighed her options wisely.
"And if I refuse?" she asked quietly, shifting her weight consciously. Vegeta laughed and closed his eyes.
"Let's just say... that wouldn't be the wisest of decisions."
Before Bulma could question his confusing statement, Vegeta had Juunanagou pulled over to his side with his arm wrapped tightly around his throat. Bulma stood in shock at his god-like speed. She slowly regained her composure, but felt anger -- and fear -- like no other. She had to do something. Juunanagou would die otherwise. She growled ferally, much unlike herself. Her black-haired friend struggled in Vegeta's impossible grip.
Bulma's mother gasped in shock as her daughter's aura began to show itself as a golden glow around her. Her gorgeous blue locks began to float around her though there was no wind. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
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A late chapter, I know. I got into a small writer's block there for a little while. I don't think I'm completely out of it, as you can tell from this chapter, but I'll continue to write and hopefully it will just flow out of me. If you can't tell yet, I think Radditz is just a cute and cuddly, big oaf. I love making him a comic relief sweetie in my fics. ^-~ Anyway, thanks for reading. ^_^
