~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dreams of Innocence
Ch. 10: And then there was one…
********************When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone*************
Bulma sat in the cold, empty room, her eyes wandering in the blackness. There was a funny smell about the room, but it wasn't unpleasant, not like the bile-inducing Man they had passed before. What was his name again? Oh yes, Yamcha. Yamcha had eyes that stroked your body in used and violated ways, his hands were forever groping onto whatever they could, and these aspects scared Bulma. And what he could do to her.
Forgetting the frightening, (A/n: Alliteration rules) Bulma let her mind become numb, just drifting without thought. Falling into a trance-like state and closing her eyes, she didn't notice the two figures enter the room. They both snickered and left her alone for the moment…
Gohan pointed Ranger out, the brown-eyed 'demon's mouth going slack, his jaw dropping quickly. After recovering, he looked over to Gohan. "Are you going to explain this to me now?" The sleeping figure abruptly stirred, her oceanic orbs taking in the two, and they both smiled friendly-like, meaning her no harm.
Bulma explained with the help of Gohan, although Ranger had the gist of it. He assessed what he could and then began telling them that they could possibly get all of the angels-including the two themselves-out for good, and Bulma sighed with relief. She was so glad that someone was finally on her side fully, and knew of the situation ahead of them. Not that Gohan didn't understand fully the recent events that had taken place, but she had learnt of Ranger before coming down there, being fully aware that the blue Archangel was able to trust the undercover angel completely.
Formulating a plan of action, Gohan went off to do his duty, while Ranger went to his as well. Both leaving Bulma to ready herself for her task. Knowing easily that she could be killed or caught, turning into a P.O.W. The beautiful blue-haired Bulma (A/n: ALLITERATION!!) sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, then transformed into the sexy demoness that gave her a little more security about facing the task ahead.
-------------------When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.--------------------
Vejita was again heated, the hall's cleaning up process had been due to post-pone, not only that, but he couldn't Ranger, who was supposedly on duty to watch the Angels in the Preparation Room. His black crown of hair stood taller than usual, along with his eyes being rimmed with red from unintentional anger that wasn't needed. This day needed to go perfectly smooth, and it was certainly not that. This gave the King of Demons a rather more intimidating look, causing people to run in fear instead of telling him what was wrong. This further pissed Vejita off.
Returning to ponder in his throne room why his fate had been like this, he notices a hurried young demon pass him by, stumbling across a foot of the king's. The youthful one bowed and said his apologies, but then turned away and sped up-making up for lost time. Whatever had the boy demon busy was definitely a pressing matter in his mind. The Demon King paid it no heed, although this was one of his grave mistakes.
Little did Vejita know, that Gohan had been on his way to disrupt the cleaning procedures of the very room he had just come from, although it was only purposeful for diversion, it a major part of the plan that had to go perfectly smooth, as the King was about to see.
+++++++++++++++++Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.++++++++++++++++++++++
Ranger had returned to the preparation room, with little difficulty. He had taken the utmost caution to not be seen or heard by anyone near the room, he needed the angels to trust him as much as possible for what he was about to do. Now he would have never thought up this plan, had it not been for Bulma's genius ingenuity and passion to release the fragile captives' from under Vejita's rule. All three of the undercover 'agents' would work independently, then reunite later at the end. Part of this was based on how the plan went. Most of it was based on Luck.
As he entered the room, all telepathic communication stopped, everyone directing their attention to the seemingly 'demonic' man. He turned on the prep room's lights, momentarily blinding him, but continued into the center of the room quietly. Ranger finally turned to all of them, trying to give their minds peace he would no longer hurt them, but the idea wasn't going so well with them. The group of tormented Angels held no trust for the man who had agonized them endlessly, with no remorse at all. Why should they trust him now?
Ranger knew only one way to gain their full trust and devotion, and as he shot one thought into their minds of telling them to be quiet as he did the one thing none of them expected him to do…
~~~~!~!~!~!~!~!~~!!Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!!~!~!~!~
Receding into the shadows, Bulma's hair melded perfectly in the blackness. The only barely noticeable trace of her was the showing skin that was only recognizable if you could make out her face in the darkness. Which was rather hard, so being that no one usually made a hobby of staring into walls, the blue-haired 'agent' made her way to the destination spot, in order to ready a message and relay to God that she would be arriving with more than just information. Ranger had also decided to come with her and the group of angels he would bring with them, so that he could justify what they had done.
He was risking the blow of his cover, but saving 10 angels wasn't a small gain, that would mean more people to tell of what they had seen in the depths of Vejita's lair. She knew of some things in the castle, but definitely not as much as the poor angels that would accompany her to passage into Heaven. This was one thing that Bulma would never accept of the demonic King, he was an arrogant person who thought he could control the universe. That already made her hate him.
Setting up a perimeter to send the Angels in, the Oceania Female shook unsteadily as she began to close her eyes, falling into another state of bliss. Connecting herself to Heaven, anyone near would be able to plainly see her as an angel, who she really was. This was just relaying a message however, and hopefully would not take more than a few minutes. Hopefully she would leave, she fated to herself.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&When your day is night alone, hold on, hold on,&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Gohan stepped into the Hall again, grinning, but suddenly put on a fearful façade. The transformation of his state of being went from cautious to 'Holy-shitness' in less than .37 seconds. Record breaking. He began to trip over things deliberately, taking part of the cleaning crew by surprise. Hopefully they hadn't reported what he did earlier to Vejita. The King wouldn't have him killed because of his father's high-standing citizenship, but he would be severely punished for his wrong doings. He just hoped that the Demon King would come and talk to him about it, to give more distraction than needed.
The crew began to throw ki blasts and yell at the young demon boy, along with some obscene gestures as well as words. Grinning to himself again, apologized profusely, but when he turned around, a man held him by the shoulders, with animosity-filled blue eyes. This is what Gohan had been hoping for; the crew to detain him until Vejita came and talked with him.
"Boy, you are to wait here until the King arrives, he will speak to you then," Vehemence was captured in the man's voice, but Gohan just nodded and waited patiently for the Black Angel to arrive, hoping it would take him longer than needed.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&If you feel like letting go, hold on,&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
The enlightened wings of an archangel came into view after the blinding reaction to transforming back into a state he hadn't been in many years. Ranger carried a trait that was to be very envious of him. He could look exactly like an angel or devil, even though the brown-eyed archangel was truly on the lighter side of the spectrum. He even had the ability to stay in either form for however long he wished, though he couldn't transform at a second's notice, it takes him a full minute to transform, which is the drawback to his powers.
As his warm chocolate irises settled and calmed the surrounding angels, he carried a telepathic message into each of the winged saviors' minds. They each gave him a admiral apology and they accepted his alibi for helping them escape from that hell-hole. He motioned for them to levitate in the air while he unlocked the cuffs and shackles, so they wouldn't make any sound, so as not to alert the guards. All that Ranger hoped for was that Vejita not check on them while he went to cater to his 'distraction'.
After everyone was undone from their individual prisons. The group of angels followed the fearful Archangel, following Bulma's instructions as to where she would be found, the perimeter being set up as he thought. His mind-speech began to reach out and call for her…
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Bulma was swirling in deep abyss of pleasantries while setting up a large perimeter with god on having to transport a large council of angels from hell. At first God was hesitant as she told him of her dilemma, however, the blue Archangel had convinced that this was plenty of information she could send. The Shepard of all became a little more genial and agreed to connect his mind with hers, and they immersed themselves in setting up the perimeter to send all of them to Heaven. Back to that wondrous world of light and feathery, a little too perfect, maybe: Far in the distance and recesses of Bulma's mind, she could hear someone calling out for her, and began to hurry the construction of the transport hold.
This was not fated, for as soon as Bulma' body was thrown out of balance within the perimeter; she was eye to eye with the cold-blooded Yamcha, the dear scarred monster. Her hand reeled back to hit him when he caught her fist in one swift motion. There was no one behind her, so apparently he had come alone. The mind call was becoming stronger with each minute, and she knew something was not going to go as planned. The only option she had, to kill the demon that was inhibiting her to finish the building of the perimeter.
The blue-eyed enlightenment just hoped that she wouldn't be found dead when Ranger got there.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Considering his values until his doom became him, Gohan thought about what Bulma and Ranger might have been doing something at that very moment, perhaps even escaping to Heaven. The young demon had always wondered what Heaven looked like, never knowing what it would be, just knowing it had to have white and feathers. Since that's what most of the angels were made of. As Gohan became aware of his surroundings again, he realized what had knocked him out of his stupor, Vejita had entered the opposite end of the hall. An understatement of his mental state would have been something close to mad enough to take on God at that moment.
The King had taken on the appearance of a ravaging beast, the cleaning workers taking notice of this, used their wings to propel them backwards a couple of feet while he started to walk towards the young demon. Gohan's eyes filled with just a tinge of fear, for as all Demons were taught, you are never to show fear in the face of an opponent. Vejita was the most of an opponent he would ever have, and this gave him a bit of relief. For a second.
"Boy, May I ask you something?" His calm voice gave immense contrast to his composure, sending chills down Gohan's spine.
"Of course, Sir,"
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN HERE?" The loudness of his voice made everyone wince but Gohan. The young demon didn't even blink in Vejita's face, brave Gohan, that he is.
"I have been looking for Ranger, Sir, He said he wanted my help with detaining the Angels," Not bad, only Gohan hoped with all the faith he had in him(which was more than most demons) that Vejita wouldn't want to go directly to Ranger, wanting answers.
"and Gohan, did you have to make such a hell of a mess?" Anger was being withheld.
"Well, sir, considering where we are, it wouldn't be much difference, now would it?" The young demon gestured around them, the place which was located in Hell, and Vejita gave him a look that said: 'Don't-get-smart-ass-with-me-boy'. Gohan looked just as indignant, and Vejita thought it too much of a loss to kill the runt.
"Right, and have you found Ranger yet?"
"No, Sir," The young demon seemed to be surprised at the rather amiable comment the King had made.
"Then we shall find him together," Vegeta turned at his comment, and before Gohan could counter, they were on their way to the Preparation room.
To Doom would be the Victor of Loss.
&&&&&&&&&&&Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.&&&&&&&&&&
Ranger had led them all the way down to the larder, and past the throne room when the group heard many demonic voices from down the hallway. It was close to the throne room where two men seemed to be. Two drunk demons held a female demon in between them, the she-devil also apparently drunk. Both were tall, one with spiky black hair down to his ankles, the other with none-what-so-ever. Before consulting any of the Angels, Ranger transformed and walked into the hall, gesturing for the Angels to stay hidden in the shadows. They all began to hug the wall, as if merging their bodies with the darkness. (A/n: Why couldn't they all transform into demon form? Well, only Archangels and the very ancient Angels have that power, pity, ne?)
Laughing, he got the trio's attention, swaggering towards them, the others laughed too. The female made room for him, and Ranger hung over her shoulders, setting his hands on her hips, while the other two wrapped their arms around her long torso. As soon as they struck up a rather senseless dialogue, all three of the demons were on the floor, unconscious. One good knock against the temple each, and your out for a while, but Ranger didn't want to chance anything. Once again transforming, Ranger returned to the group, beginning his mind-call over to search for Bulma. They only had a few more doors down to get to after going through the throne room and up a stairwell.
Little did Ranger know, Bulma was a little too busy for her own liking to notice his calling…
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Bulma gave a powerful slug at Yamcha, hitting him square in the jaw, causing him to stagger backwards. She blew on her bruising fist, while Yamcha tried to recover from the blow. As he got back his senses, his eyes flared a deep crimson, and he backed Bulma up into a corner with his arms. With one arm still holding her against the wall, the scarred demon put his hand on her hip, letting it slip to her panty-line. Tears began to spring to her eyes and she kicked him, cursing his violation of her un-tainted being. His hand then ran to her neck, strangling her but still holding her against the wall. Bulma had to do something drastic.
Putting her palms on Yamcha's chest, her Ocean gaze turning a pure white, her pupils disappearing into her mind. A frosty orb of energy hit the scarred man, absorbing him completely, turning him into an inhuman Popsicle, even if it was Hell. Bulma gasped, then her eyes turned black, as she sent a tiny orb of yellow light into the core of the icicle. The impact was instantaneous. The effects of the ball made the whole frozen being of Yamcha explode into tiny shards of ice. The Blue Archangel sighed and fell against the wall, gasping for air and touching her neck lightly. There would be bruising, but the condition of her current state was considerably better than what it had been if she had let it go on a little longer.
She began to slowly drift into unconscious-ness, only hearing the searching call for her from a familiar voice, so close to her…
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Vejita had seen the empty room where the angels and Ranger were to be, and now he was speeding through corridors, following the scent of one of his most trusted Demon associates. Of course it had never occurred to him that Gohan had acted as a distraction to give the others a chance to get through the gateway. It never occurred to him that Ranger could be in fact, the very uncover-angel that his 'Adversary Archangel' was looking for. God had so many connections, that sometimes it overwhelmed the Demon King. The onyx-eyed King had connections too, however. Gohan worriedly flew behind him, they both passing the throne room in surprise as the scent led them to the lower levels of the dungeons, near the larder and 'other' chambers.
The young demon just hoped that there might be a flicker of hope to be had in all the darkness that surrounded the trio of the planned. All this for the escapement of Angels, and what did it get them? Frustration and Anger beyond all comprehension. That was something none of the immortal beings that fought forever in dawning darkness and setting sun. (A/n: ALLITERATION!!!!) All for the Angels to be freed, as they should always be, in the never-ending light of the Holy Spirit. Vejita was forced from thought as they stopped, smelling blood in the room before them.
The demonic duo set down in front of a group of disarrayed angels and two Archangels in silence, when all turned to look at them, fear filled the air…
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Ranger held his ground, facing the Demon King, his woodland irises making fierce contact with the man, while Bulma began to rouse from deep-stupor. She had become exhausted exerting too much power in a blast of some sort. The introverted Archangel became aware of the 'evil eye' the King was giving him, pulling him out of his mixed thoughts. However, they both noticed that the Blue beauty had arisen and finished setting up the perimeter, putting the King into action. Before anyone knew what had happened, Ranger was in the wall on the far end of the room, a large gash making silver blood flow from his body.
The group of Angels were very complied to step in and help him, even if it meant dying, however, with convincement from Bulma, they learned that he was saving them so they each stepped into the Perimeter. Gohan stood in the shadows, but the blue-eyed Archangel noticed him, and motioned him over. The young demon gazed over at Vejita, who began to yell at Ranger's dying form. The duo standing there, Bulma took Gohan by surprised, pushing him into the transport pad that she had set up. Waving bye, she hoped God knew what to do with the seemingly pure Demon.
Turning back to Vejita and Ranger, she sighed and flew towards them, using her reserve energy slowly…
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.&&&&&&&&&&
The Demon king had killed the traitorous Angelic Demon by shooting a small blast of ki into his already bloody chest. Watching the brown eyed Angel go lifeless, Vejita stepped back and sighed, his anger vent out, not noticing the blue angel. Bulma came out behind him, but suddenly, her body hit a small obstacle, concussing her into black…
&&&&&&And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Everybody hurts. You are not alone.&&&&&&&
So whatcha think? Very long, and the end was rather hurried, I just wanted to get it out so badly, but I'll revise the end, I promise.
I know you want to know what happened to the Archangels, and why did Bulma send Gohan to heaven? Many things to be solved…
Vejita and Bulma. Face to Face next Chapter!!!!! ~Forever Dawning