Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 9

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Bulma screamed in aggrivation. "Vegeta!" She arched her body outwards and pulled at the restraints around her wrists fruitlessly. They were simply unbreakable. The demons must have placed some type of energy-deflector upon her chains. There was simply no other way they could have contained her power; she would have escaped by now. She hadn't seen Vegeta since she had been captured.

"Let me go, you pitiful fool!" she cried, jerking her body forcefully. She had bruised herself severely, not to mention she had been beaten by dungeon guards once already. More tears, turned diamonds fell from her eyes as she struggled to free herself, but to no avail. She hung her head in sadness and willed herself to sleep.

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Bulma's mother sat teary-eyed at her window. It had been two days since her daughter had been taken. Search parties, including her husband, were out searching for their precious gift, but she seemed to have simply vanished off of the planet. She, herself, had also searched for her daughter, her disappearing and reappearing abilities making her searches much quicker. But how could she rescue her daughter if she couldn't even locate her?

She opened her enclosed fist to reveal the five diamonds that had been shed from her daughter's eyes two days prior. She pressed them against her cheek softly and allowed a few of her own tears to fall.

No matter what the cost, they would find her daughter. She had to be okay; she knew she was.

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"Woman," a quiet voice pried into Bulma's dreamless sleep. She slowly awoke and focused on the figure in front of her. She growled and began jerking her body forward to try to reach out to him.

"Let me go now!" she demanded, pulling down on the chains around her wrists though she was far from being able to physically damage him in anyway.

"Why are you bruised?" Vegeta asked curiously.

"Why do you think?!" she spat. His eyes widened in realization.

"Who?" he ground out and she rolled her eyes.

"Besides my self-inflicted wounds," she started cynically, "your dungeon guards! Honestly, sometimes I believe you don't think before speaking."

He frowned, but didn't respond. He about-faced and marched out of the cell. Bulma sighed and ceased her struggling against her restraints. However, Vegeta returned moments later, holding the guard who had harmed her by his neck.

"Is this the one?" Vegeta asked, nodding his head towards the nearly-choking guard. Bulma hesitated, but nodded slowly. No sooner than she had nodded had Vegeta thrust his arm straight through the other demon's body. Bulma screamed and closed her eyes quickly. She hung her head in shame for causing the demon's death. Sure, he had harmed her, but she would never wish for anyone's death, demon or not.

Vegeta tossed the bloody carcass to the ground and turned to face the other two guards which had entered the cell upon hearing the commotion. "The Prodigal One is not to be harmed," he said simply and motioned for them to take the dead demon away. Confused by their leader's statement, but not wanting to die, they quickly dragged the dead demon out of the cell with them.

Vegeta slowly walked up to Bulma and gently lifted her chin. She refused to look him in the eyes and focused on her own feet which were chained to the dungeon wall. "Are you alright?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"I'll be fine once you get your filthy hands off of me," she said, looking him in the eyes with a fake smile. Vegeta pretended as if he didn't hear her and rubbed her cheek softly.

"Once we have won the war, you will join me," he told her. He ran his other hand through her blue locks and was disappointed to find that they were sticky with blood. She scoffed at him.

"I would NEVER join you!" She glared at him, but Vegeta just smirked.

"Yes, you will," he informed her in a stricter tone. He leaned his head in to capture her lips in a kiss, but drew back in surprise when she bit him on his lower lip. He touched his lip softly and pulled his finger back to see it stained with his crimson blood. "You little bitch... you WILL be at my side and there won't be anything you can say or do to deny it."

Bulma stayed quiet for a few minutes. When he realized she was going to refuse to talk to him, he turned to exit the cell. She called out to him before he left and he quickly turned, giving her his full attention. She smiled coyly and decided to play him at his own game... just to see how he might react.

"If you care about me like your actions claim, let me stay with you instead of in this treacherous dungeon cell," she said quietly. He raised his eyebrows and walked back over to her.

Running his hand down her arm, he responded, "You know I cannot. You are a prisoner and prisoners do not sleep in my chambers." She shook her head at him.

"You let me sleep in your chambers before when I was injured," she reminded him and he glanced away from her.

"How was it different? Did you care about me more then?" she pressed, forcefully wanting an answer from him. He struggled to keep from looking at her and focused on her surroundings instead.

"Woman, quit asking these stupid questions, you--"

"No," she cut him off, "I want to know. Am I too filthy now? Is that it?" He regarded her calmly.

"Well, you ARE filthy, but no, that is not it," he smirked when she fumed.

"Well, fine, I'm just dandy hanging here by a chain. Leave me alone," she retorted heatedly. He chuckled and stroked her cheek in a gentle manner.

"I would have you in my bed even as filthy as you are now, but right now, you are my prisoner," he told her before turning to leave the cell. This time, she didn't call after him.

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"Have you had any luck? Oh, please, say you have!" Bulma's mother pleaded. Juunanagou felt as if he would die under her scrutinizing gaze; the guilt he felt was incredible. He shook his head slowly and couldn't bear to look the woman in the eye. He felt a tender hand on his shoulder.

"Juu, do not feel guilt for her capture. You love her just as much as we do and you are not at fault," came the older angel's soft voice. Juunanagou felt somewhat better, but still felt a heavy load on his chest.

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Bulma was, once again, struggling against her restraints. She screamed in frustration. She had spent an entire week in Hell's dungeons in God-knows-where and she was at her wit's end. "YOU JERK!" She cringed. She had been around demons for too long; she was starting to use language which she would never have dreamed of using before the war. She looked up sharply as Vegeta entered the cell.

"You called?" he asked with a smirk. She wished she could slap that smirk right off of his face.

"I demand that you release me from these chains!" she said maliciously. Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't ever seen her quite that angry before.

"You're in no position to demand anything, angel," he informed her calmly. He crossed his arms expectantly. He was curious to know where her bravery in such a grave situation came from. Bulma's face took on a pained expression.

"But I'm cold," she whispered depressingly. Vegeta felt his resolve crumble and his eyes showed emotion briefly. He slowly lowered his arms and nodded.

"I shall fetch you a cloak then," he told her. Bulma's face fell into an even more depressed state. She figured that a cloak was better than nothing though for she truly was cold. For Hell, her surroundings sure weren't warm.

A few minutes later, Vegeta returned with a heavy, black cloak. He wrapped it around her shoulders and tied it tightly. Bulma shivered unconsciously at his touch. He looked at her expectantly and she nodded.

"That's better, thank you," she supplied quietly, hanging her head. As the demon turned to leave, he heard a soft, yet venemous voice behind him. "They'll come rescue me. My mom will find this place, just wait."

He chuckled and looked over his shoulder. Her head was still hung and he noticed a few diamonds on the hard, cement floor. "Even if your mother does find this place with her little disappearing act, I believe that she will find it hard to get past all of the guards." He laughed once more. Bulma lifted her head quickly.

"Vegeta, just let me go!" she pleaded, but her pleas landed upon deaf ears. The corner of his upper lip lifted ever so slightly. He began walking towards the dungeon door and paused at it.

"Let you go?" he asked seriously. "But my dear, you mistake your situation -- I'll never let you go."

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Ahh, he's an obsessed asshole! I think I could have put more detail and description into this chapter, but I like it just the same. I hope you all did, too! I expect four to five more chapters in this story if everything goes as planned. Anyway, if you want to be emailed with future chapters, let me know in your review. ^_^