~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dreams Of Innocence
Ch.5 Meeting the Big Guy
Bulma woke to a warm feeling surrounding her, her eyes blinded by white light, everywhere. Yeah, that's kind of how everyone imagines it huh? Well It's white, but not because of cute little fluffy clouds. She sat up, from lying in a large ivory and silk canopy bed, completely white. The walls and floor were made of white marble with light green cracks going through it. As she slid from the covers of the incredibly soft bed she noticed she was dressed in a white dress which was form fitting from the sleeves to the hips then flared out to the floor. It had a silk train that followed her, and a crown of white roses placed on her head, even while she had been asleep. What had happened? A few seconds ago, she had been screaming for her life in front of a ravenous bastard. Now she had 'woken' up in a place that was beyond her imagining. A thought came to her, WAS SHE DEAD? Bulma had never really been into a heaven, but if she had to describe it, it would definitely be this.
She also had yet to notice the large pair of wings embedded on her back. They were tipped with gold, as all Archangels, however also were tinged a light blue, which signified that she was very important in the firmament of Heaven. A circle of gold was also floating above her head, oblivious to her although much light emitted from it. She was still enthralled with the detail of the room. Drifting out of it, she found herself in a long hallway filled with tapestries on the walls. They were all colored in light pastel colors and deep gold and bronze. Mostly everything had white contained in it. Her deep blue eyes and hair contrasted in the empty hall starkly. Bulma felt rather out of place. Following the hall, she stepped through a door, only to find herself outside, taking in a breath-taking view.
There were clouds. Everywhere. She seemingly had come to a huge balcony, over looking the sky. Bulma had no doubt in her mind that she was in Heaven now, for there stood the most beautiful sight. As she was enveloped in the view of clouds swirling and sifting through the sky, a man walked towards her. He was dressed in loose flowing robes, unlike her own form-fitting dress, and his hair held no crown or anything extraordinary. However, he was the most wondrous person in the universe Bulma had to lay eyes upon, for he held a light that was so precious and light-hearted, he needed nothing to make him extraordinary. The Blue Angel gaped open her mouth and the man tenderly smiled, holding his hand out to her. She looked at it precociously, and he said. "There's nothing to fear, My Child," She gingerly took his hand and he pulled her into an embrace.
"Who are you?" She asked. The man merely smiled, then after a few moment's pause, "I am the Son, the Father and the Holy Spirit," She smiled, "So this is Heaven?" Her amazed look made God unusually happy. "Indeed it is, My Child," As Bulma finally heard this, she knew it was true, there was no doubting his word. After amazement left her, confusion washed over, "But….How did I become to be in Heaven? I certainly have done nothing truly Altruistic. I'm not deserving of this place," Bulma backed away from him, her wings slumping down, looking entirely distraught and shamed. God shook his head, "Everyone has a determined path, Bulma, it's up to you whether or not you accept what has happened to you,"
As their conversation grew, Archangels had gathered on the balcony inconspicuously. At the end of the convo, Bulma finally took note of all the choir of angels known as Archangels. God beckoned them forward, Gabriel and Michael at the front. They stepped forward, glancing up and down her, both looking rather pleased to see that God had made a wise choice. Gabriel spoke to Bulma first, "Do you know why you're here?" Bulma became uncomfortable, shaking her head. Michael then voiced himself, "You are here on the considerably most important errand on the face of the world," Woah. That had been unexpected. Bulma cleared her throat, "Pass that by me again?" Gabriel sighed and turned to God, conversing with him privately as Michael struck his own accord with Bulma. "Bulma, I'm the one to tell you why you're not just a regular angel, but an Archangel. One of the highest Choirs of Angels." Another unexpected thing. She did like her wings however, thought they were the shit.
"But there's tons of Archangels, why does God need me to be one?" Bulma was curious of this one fact. Looking at Michael, she finally took in his physical features, she hadn't really noticed how any of the other angels looked, they all seemed the same. Some of them had outstanding features, but that number was few and far. Thinking of herself, she felt even more isolated, with her deep azure eyes and ocean blue hair, swaying in a waterfall-like motion from the crown of her head to her hips. "Actually, we chose to make you an Archangel for a very special reason," Michael explained to her in human terms. At the end of the explanation, Bulma's mouth hung open as if a inter-dimensional wormhole had been made in her larynx. Michael chuckled, while Bulma shut her gaping mouth closed. "Please tell me how I'm supposed to create the bringing-down of the Devil?!" Bulma began to hyperventilate, remembering that she couldn't die, it calmed her a bit. "And you told me about a Guardian job first, what about that?"
Gabriel came back over, smiling. How can all these people smile when there's an Armageddon about to go down? Pondering this, Bulma listened to what Gabriel had to say. "We have decided what your first assignment as a Guardian Angel is. It is to infiltrate the Devil's Lair and see how much he knows about the current situation. There is an undercover Angel down there by the name of Ranger, he'll tell you all the information. All you need to do is get through unscathed and collect the information, then get back here. There's no rush, so take as long as you like," Bulma became more incredulous at these words. "First of all, I have no idea how to get to hell, secondly, how do I know the Devil doesn't know that I already exist and is waiting for the opportune time to snatch me away. Then all of our plans could go down the drain," She said the last part with bitter remorse, knowing full and well the future would soon be put on her shoulders.
Finally, God spoke again. "Dear Bulma, We all have faith that you can do this, just receive the information, I will send you to Hell using the powers I possess and when you have gotten the information and returned you to the spot where I had transported you, then I shall convey you back to Heaven immediately. Any questions?" Bulma thought for a moment, fear and tension beginning to form in her body. She shook her head, readying herself for the trip, looking over all the hopeful faces of the Archangels. Thinking of a useful question, she asked them what Ranger looked like. "He has the only black wings that are made of angel feathers, he's tall with black hair and deep brown eyes, can't miss him." Bulma nodded, her body becoming number as the seconds went by.
"Alright, I'm ready,"
Oh la la! Bulma going into Vejita's lair? What will ever happen?
And why did god give her a description of Vejita as what Ranger looked like?
Until next time!
~Dawn