Tenshi and Akuma
Chapter 11

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Vegeta and Bulma, the Chosen and Prodigal Ones, currently sat next to each other with their backs against the dungeon's cold wall. Bulma's ivory wings hung limply at her sides in a depressed state. They had simply spent the last hour talking, completely unaware of the army of angels that drew ever nearer.

"A few weeks ago, during our battle, I felt that you don't care about sides and winning. You only care about being the strongest. Why?" Bulma asked. Vegeta looked surprised that she had brought the subject up again and contemplated his answer.

"I want to be the strongest being ever. Battles are like games to me now. They're only worth playing if I have a good challenge. Sadly, you're the only one around now that I've ascended," he answered. She nodded knowingly.

"I'm worried about my family and friends. Poor Juunanagou," she said sadly.

Vegeta looked away angrily at her last comment. "Who cares about that fool? If he isn't strong enough to fend for himself, he doesn't deserve to live."

She shot him a heated look. "That is untrue, Vegeta." He snorted.

"That stupid saint," he started venemously. "He's a girly pansy."

She sighed. "Jealous prat," she mumbled.

Vegeta's eyes widened. "What?! I'm not either!" he shouted, a little harsher than he had intended. Bulma flinched away from him and he slapped himself mentally. "I mean, I'm not jealous," he corrected himself in a much softer tone.

Bulma smirked as she read his mind. "Sensitive woman, yet so beautiful, am I?"

Vegeta made a choking sound. "You... I didn't...!" She giggled at his sputtering and laid her head upon his firm shoulder. Vegeta had half a mind to her shove her away, but a sensational emotion he felt inside kept him from doing so. He didn't know what it was he felt. Sometimes it made him feel wonderful inside, like now. Other times, it frightened him to the core though he'd never admit to that. He ran his fingers through Bulma's wavy, blue locks. She looked up at him and he slowly leaned forward.

"Bulma," he whispered as his lips made contact with hers for the first time. She sighed happily against his soft lips. Laying back, she pulled him on top of her. The door busted open and Radditz rushed inside the damp cell, skidding to a halt at the scene before him.

"Woah, shit!" he yelled in shock. Bulma and Vegeta quickly pulled apart. Radditz shook his head fiercely to rid himself of the memory of what he had just witnessed. Now was not the time to question his leader on why he was kissing the enemy. "Vegeta, the angels are here!"

Vegeta jumped to his feet immediately, knocking Bulma back a bit. "Ready the armies!" he ordered. Radditz saluted him and quickly left the cell. Vegeta roughly undid the chains around Bulma's delicate wrists and she rubbed the sore joints.

"Come, angel," he said roughly. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her out of the cell. He gripped her forearm tightly to prevent her from trying to escape. As if she could. She was too preoccupied with being dragged around like a ragdoll to consider an escape. Not to mention, she most likely wouldn't get very far even if she succeeded in squeezing out of his grasp. He pulled her around the corner of the damp, dungeon walls and skidded to a halt.

"Ow, VEGETA! That HURT!" she cried as she slammed into the back of him. She rubbed her sore head and glared at him. "And you're hurting my arm, too!" He glanced down at her briefly and released her arm, much to her surprise. He then looked forward again and Bulma felt slightly peeved that his attention kept wandering. She looked ahead of them, too, and almost cried out in joy. She went to run forward, but Vegeta held her back. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and he shook his head sternly.

"Bulma!" her mother screamed, trying desperately to get out of her husband's tight grip to reach her daughter.

"Vegeta, let me go!" Bulma said and he complied. He bent his head and resisted the urge to pull her back. She eyed him briefly with silent gratitude before running forward. Her father released her mother at that point and they both met in the middle in a flurry of tears, hugs and kisses. Bulma's father and Juunanagou looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock.

"Did you see..." her father began quietly.

"--Yes. He actually let her go!" Juuanangou answered for him. They both gaped at Vegeta who was eyeing the scene before him distastefully.

"Bulma..." Vegeta trailed off quietly and oddly enough, the blue-haired angel thought she heard a tinge of sadness in his voice. She released her mother who was staring at Vegeta curiously. Bulma turned to face him solemnly.

"We don't have to do this, Vegeta," Bulma said, raising her chin an extra notch. Vegeta acted as if he hadn't heard her.

"I'm challenging you. Fight me," he said flatly. A sob escaped her mouth and she shook her head repeatedly. Her eyes widened as an entire army of demons appeared behind Vegeta, obviously fully-prepared to fight if need be. The grounds outside of the dungeon were suddenly looking much smaller. Vegeta chuckled and slowly unsheathed his sword. He raised it and pointed it at her. Bulma sighed in defeat and regretfully summoned her golden staff.

"Fine, Vegeta, since you desire to be the strongest, I will fight you," she told him and crouched down into a fighting stance. She wished that there weren't a circle of angels and demons around them; Bulma and Vegeta were putting them in danger. The Chosen One apparently wasn't thinking the same thing as she for he chose that moment to charge at her. She shielded off his attack with her staff though she skidded a few feet backwards. Vegeta paused concerned. She slowly sat up and wiped a dribble of blood from the corner of her mouth.

She tilted her head and stared piercingly into his eyes. "You cannot fight me if you are concerned for my well-being." Gasps were heard from the on-lookers, including Vegeta's father. He became outraged.

"What does she mean, Vegeta?!" he asked angrily though his son ignored him. Bulma's parents looked at each other confusedly.

"You are right, my angel," he replied with a nod of his head. Turles's eyes widened in realization.

"I get it now..." he whispered to himself. Radditz and Kakkarot heard and each gave him a questioning look. Kakkarot sighed.

"He is in love with her, though it is a star-crossed and forbidden love," he supplied with depression apparent in his voice.

"And I believe his feelings are not unrequited," Radditz said as he recalled the previous kissing scene between Vegeta and Bulma. He shook his head pitifully.

Bulma gripped her staff and stood back up to face Vegeta. She glanced at her father who had a gleam in his eye. She realized with a start that it was actually a tear. Bulma stared down at her feet and muttered, "I know what I must do."

Vegeta grinned. "And what is that?" He raised his sword to her throat, surprised that she had not stopped him with her staff. She threw her staff to the side. Gradually, her eyes began to dilate into the white that was first shown when she had ascended. Vegeta curiously watched her with his sword still raised to her throat though it did not make any actual contact. He felt her energy begin to soar to higher and higher levels.

"Planning on blowing me up instead?" he joked, laughing to himself. No response was heard as Bulma continued to rise her energy. A golden aura surrounded her and her hair blew with the non-existant wind. The Chosen One could feel the heat emitting from her body and it was searing hot to the touch.

He chuckled though more nervously this time. "Come on, you're going to blow yourself up along with me at this rate," he said. Bulma moaned, agony apparent in her voice. Her mother was crying a distance away.

"Don't let her do it!" she screamed, pounding her husband's chest. Vegeta's eyes widened in realization and he was suddenly shocked beyond words.

"N-No," he choked out, "Don't do this." His sword lowered somewhat when her eyes became their radiant, blue color once again. She lowered her head ever so slightly and looked into his eyes.

"Don't do this," he repeated. He glanced momentarily at his sword before looking back into her eyes. "I told you before that I don't care about winning. You're stronger than me; you don't deserve to die."

Bulma was about to question him on his statement when he flipped his sword in his hand. Before she could emit a sound, he stabbed the blade deep into his abdomen. A blood-curdling scream could be heard from Bulma amongst the perfect silence. Vegeta fell to the ground with his eyes shut in eternal slumber.

"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed, throwing herself onto his body. "NOO!!!"

"Oh, god, no... VEGETA!" his father yelled in terror. The Prodigal One continued to scream; they soon turned to loud cries of pain. She pulled on his jet black shirt and buried her face into it.

"Why?! Why, Vegeta?!" she cried though he could not answer. Bulma's mother's hand covered her mouth in shock and sadness for her daughter. Her husband slowly approached his daughter and tried to pull her away from the fallen demon. He finally succeeded in doing so and Turles lifted his cousin's limp body into his arms. He watched the angels retreat, Bulma still screaming in her father's arms, and found he could not utter a word. The pain in his chest would not go away.

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...Please don't kill me... -_-' I have a late chapter, somewhat short, and Vegeta dies in it. Please don't kill me!! If it's any consolation, I'm known for writing angsty and death-plagued stories which have (somewhat) happy endings, hint hint! So please, don't kill meeee. ;_;