Dark Angel

Chapter 5

Alone with the Princess, Vegeta was free to examine her closely. As he circled her, he noticed the way she shivered underneath his gaze. He admired her courage. She so noticeably tried to hide her fear, coating her stance with stern defiance. She even looked him straight in the eye, a feat few demons warriors could accomplish. Her wounds, so obviously made by Draco, no doubt pained her deeply.

As if she herself had suddenly become aware of this, she collapsed onto her knees on the stone cold ground. She coward on the floor, glaring up at him, fuming in unexpressed rage. She even bared her teeth at him, grinding the shiny pearls together in hatred at her ultimate humility. He was her enemy. And she his. The two simply stared at each other, neither making a move.

Simply beholding such a monster made her anger bubble forth. But then again, it was held at bay by her superb fear of him. He could tear her to pieces before she was even aware he had touched her. She was nothing more to him then another useless life to snuff out of existence. And if need ever arose, he wouldn't hesitate. They both knew this.

Vegeta crouched down in front of her, so silently she hadn't even noticed him move until she was faced with the dead black eyes in front of her's. It was obvious he got some kind of sick thrill out of seeing her in mortal fear of him.

Still, he gazed into her crystal blue eyes, admiring their likeness to that of a rare diamond. She was exuisite. Like an ancient sculpture of the pagan Goddess Aphrodite, she was beautiful to the fullest extremes. So different, she was, from the women he had encountered all his life. It was strange… she almost seemed to radiate light. A light that most demons hated but that had fascinated him his entire life. For all of his characteristics, Vegeta wore the cape of curiosity most frequently.

Which of us could say that we've never sat awake at night and wondered what it was that existed outside of this earth? Who of us would admit that the forbidden wasn't, in itself, a blind temptation for our ever manipulative curiosity? And so it was with Vegeta. Living in a dark realm, he'd often wondered what heaven would look like, though he had never been afforded the opportunity to rival in his wonder. The idea still plagued him like a disease, constantly reminding him of his insolence in the matter. He'd never seen heaven.

Bulma felt close to tears. She was frightened and hurt, kneeling like a whimpering child on the cold floor. Being incessantly examined by a murderous animal. His unwavering stare was making her increasingly uncomfortable. No one had ever looked at her like that. They dare not. It was almost hauntingly seductive, a look only afforded to her future husband. He used it often when trying to persuade her surrender her innocents to him. An act she had never done, nor will ever do until she was ready. Only the demon's gaze was much more intense, as if he wanted more then just her body. As if she held the key to heaven and he was trying to reach it. Her swollen lips quivered in fear before she could bite down.

He had noticed. Slowly, the demon raised his hand to gently touch her face, his thumb brushing along her bottom lip. It amazed her. The touch was both hot and cold at the same time. Mildly but it was there, like nothing she had ever before experienced. He seemed to be calming her as his fingers grazed her torn cheek in concern. It was simply stunning that such a wicked creature, capable of such monstrocities that we will never know, could touch a wound so tenderly.

Still, she felt humiliated by her fear and frustrated that she could not vent the anger that burned inside. A single tear escaped her blurry eyes, sliding down her soft cheek.

The King looked confused as to what was happening. What was this strange reaction she was having? Why the liquid cascading down her cheek?

'He's never seen tears before' she thought to herself. It was sad in a morbid way. She wondered if demon's even could cry and release the hurtful sensations that weld up inside. He stared at it several moments, observing it as a child would a dangerous insect.

Hesistantly, he touched it and as he did it fell to the ground and shattered frozen. Bulma's breath faltered immediately and came in quick horrendous gasps. He was a monster. As if to calm her, he touched her face, again examining her wounds. Still, his touch was a bit too hot, reminding her of the dangers that lurked behind his mask of seeming concern.

"Why did you lie for Draco?" he asked suddenly. The finality of those words left her speechless. He knew she had lied. He knew and now her own life hung on her immediate reply. She bit painfully into her quivering lip to silence the tears begging to be set free.

"I.." she began. How many memories one experiences right before they die. Her honor. Her pride.. Rubbish in the long run. She would die with neither. Only a sacrifice for a killer.

"I didn't want you to kill him." She answered meeting his gaze. The sensation of truthfulness in her words seemed to calm him.

"Why?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Surely you must know he would not do the same for you." He said the words in a harsh scornful voice. How could she answer? I mean, how exactly would you explain the concept of mercy to a creature who had never been or had shown it? How could she justify her actions to a demon who probably didn't even know what the word meant?

Seeing her obvious struggle for words, he stood up, towering over her shaking form.

"You are weak." He informed her in a contemptible voice.

"You will soon learn that such actions can mean your demise and lying to me ensures it." He pointed a sharp finger nail at her in an intimidating motion.

"Steer clear of both and I may actually allow you to live." He said the words as if her life lay in the palm of his hand. Actually if you want to be critical.. it actually did. Before thinking, Bulma asked him a question that she immediately regretted.

"What's your name?" I think both were stunned by her boldness. To ask the Demon King anything, let alone such a meager question was pure insolence. He seemed to stiffen while pondering whether or not to even reward such a moronic question and answer.

"Vegeta." He answered simply.

Gently, he bent down and picked her up, softly cradling her in his powerful arms. Bulma remarked to herself that she'd never been carried so many times in her life as she had in this day. Even more silently, she told herself that Vegeta carried her much more pleasantly than his wretched brother, gliding through corridors and stairways as if he were flying. A few times she could have sworn she'd seen moving shadows and heard closing doors, but nothing for sure claiming there were other inhabitants in this morbid sanctuary for evil.

Carrying her swiftly up a long flight of stairs the scenery changed dramatically. The cold stone floor was replaced by shiny black marble. Vulgar paintings lined the walls, most making her blush and turn away. She remarked only silently how protected from such artwork she had been all of her life. Though gracefully stunning, the murals portrayed acts in which she knew were forbidden, at least out side of marriage.

All the while she was avoiding looking too long at the paintings, Vegeta was in complete obliviousness. What did it matter to her what his name was? All she needed to know was how to avoid displeasing him. Still, in all honesty he was not angry with her. Simply intrigued by her purity and innocence. Such a strange creature was this angel.

As they entered the room, Bulma gasped. It was huge. Entirely black and red. It was decorated for royalty and every shutter was laced with black lining. The windows were draped with thick crushed velvet and, much to her dismay, expensive paintings of naked woman decorated each wall. In the far corner was a bed that could only be imagined in a virgin's wildest dreams. A monstrous canopy bed, covered in red velvet and sheer material. The bed post featured carvings of gargoyles and other demon legends. It called to her as much as it frightened her. She remarked to herself that despite the obvious morbidness it held, it was by far the most exquisite room she'd ever seen.

"Well, what did you expect Princess." Vegeta grunted.

"A dungeon? We're not that barbaric." He nearly chuckled. Somehow she didn't believe him but decided not to voice such an opinion as he moved away the velvet and sheer red material, lying her on the black comforter. He could have laughed at how her light hair and dress clashed with the black material but decided that the situation was far too tense for her as it was.

"Why am I here?" she demanded. Her tone almost set his temper off. Apparently her thankfulness for him not disintegrating her to bones was absent.

"Why did you kidnap me!"

The Demon King was simply stunned. No one, I mean no one ever talked to him in such a way. How had he not seen this side of her? She was so bossy and domineering, which, truth be told, only seemed to intrigue his ever present curiosity further. He stood over her studying the flames burning in her chrome eyes before he chose to honor her with an answer.

"You are here," he began, "as a hostage. I had one of my warriors, sent to obtain you, leave a message for your father. He will surrender his kingdom.. in return for you."

Bulma laughed. By God she actually laughed.. a scornful sound which sent anger penetrating every part of his body.

"You're crazy if you believe my father would ever make a trade with the likes of you!" she spat reproachfully. Vegeta continued to struggle to remain calm.

"Do not be so hasty, my angel. I am fully aware of the weaknesses of angels. Your ever present consciences, your over board emotions. Your father cares for you deeply Princess… That will be his downfall." Vegeta smirked in confidence.

"And My kind are fully aware of the treachery of your kind. Most of all my father. He would never surrender West Heaven to the likes of you. Even if it came with a price." She sneered.

"It is a small price to pay in order to prevent you from causing the deaths of countless angels." She finished.

"You are wrong!" He countered angrily.

"You are everything to him. His care for you makes him the weakling that he is. I dare say the poor old fool even loves you." He said the word as though it were a detestable thing.

"Of course he loves me!" she screamed sitting up in bed. She'd be damned if she let him intimidate her on this.

"Not that I would expect a heartless, brainless animal like you to understand what love is!"

Too late to take it back, Bulma screamed as Vegeta's anger and the temperature in the room, skyrocketed. He viciously pinned her down onto the bed, his sharp black nails digging into her wrists. Blood began to spurt from where his fingernails were imbedded into the soft flesh. He was seething with rage and his eyes were a deep blood red.

The pain.. The fear. Bulma's face never admitted either although at the moment they were all she could decipher in her pool of emotions. His hard body pressed tightly into hers, his hot breath burning into her neck where his face lay whispering words in a sinister tone that frightened her all the more so.

"Not so fast my angel." He whispered.

"I know what love is. At this very moment.. I would love to kill you." Her blood ran cold. Still, she would never allow her fear to show through. Never allow him to win.

"You can't kill me Vegeta. You need me alive." She whispered to the ceiling.

The demon turned to face her, his possessed eyes burning with sheer intensity. Suddenly, he kissed her. A hard vicious kiss cutting her lips with his teeth. Never had she experienced something so animal. He pushed harder slicing her tongue and inner mouth. She was horrified. Her mouth began to gush blood which only seemed to excite him more. Harder and harder he worked, drawing the blood out of her mouth into his own and tearing her lips more and more. Finally, he pulled away with a gasp of delight, her blood leaking from his mouth. Panting hard, he glared at her with an evil smirk.

"You'd be surprised what you can live though my angel."