Dark Angel

Chapter 9

They sped through the dark hallways on a mysterious course. Where was he taking her? What was going on? Apparently he had entirely forgotten the fact that her feet had been savagely cut the day before, for he rushed her through endless corridors as if the devil was at his heels. ( But then.. haha.. I suppose that was an impossibility since he couldn't have been chasing himself. )

But running as fast as they were, she hardly noticed the pain for the speed he rushed in made her feel like she was gliding. She figured it hadn't even occurred to him to put a shirt on. No.. she'd seen men exposing their chest before, but this was just an entirely different experience. He was built like a statue. You know.. the kind with perfect bodies you were brought to believe didn't really exist. A slime waist, with perfectly sculpted abs she was sure he'd never worked a day in his life to acquire. He had the stomach men work out years for before sporting proudly, but then again she was sure the blood running through his royal veins had taken it's part in such a display. His chest was marvelously chiseled and his rock hard arms beautifully created. He had the perfect physique and obviously had no intention of hiding such a gift. She was almost glad he didn't, though she kept scolding herself for gawking. He wasn't ridiculously huge with bulging neck veins and ugly muscle strains. He retained the slim stature and held himself in high posture. She fought hard not to blush at his incredible back and shoulders, sporting his awe inspiring wings.

"Vegeta!" she begged. The confusion and suspense was simply mind boggling.

"Where are you taking me?" She didn't recognize any of her surroundings. It was almost impenetrably dark and only with him speedily guiding her did she not loose herself in the shadows. She longed to grasp against a wall for balance as he was nearly running too fast for her to contain her footing. The pads of her feet were beginning to burden her, and she suspected she had not removed all of the glass, fearing some still remained imbedded into the soft flesh. Her failing eyesight caught a glimpse of a picture mounted on the blackened wall. Imprisoned in a thick golden rim, she could just make out Vegeta smirking at her. He appeared much older and encased in shadows along his eyes. It was only for a second before the darkness entangled the painting, that she caught a glimpse of the rim of a beard. A beard? She'd seen the Demon King scruffy at times, and with the familiar hang over shadow enveloping his chin but never with a thick line of facial hair.

And that's when it hit her. That wasn't Vegeta, but none other than his treacherous father. She glared at the quickly escaping rim of the frame before it entirely disappeared from sight. She wished the bastard was still alive so that she could kill him herself. She didn't even curse her conscience with feeling guilty over such thoughts. What did it matter anymore? Her father had forgotten her and her fiancée couldn't give a damn about her absence. He was probably screwing some palace whore as they scurried through the palace. She had been betrayed. So what use was it to condemn the feelings of pure hatred if those who had entrusted such a conscience into her had ultimately forsaken her. So what if she was an angel? Fuck them all.

"Vegeta!" she groaned as her side began to ache. He glared back at her. And though he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was still holding her hand, being a girl.. well she just wasn't. She felt a little flustered about the entire ordeal. Here she was being rushed through the castle of Hell, her arch enemy totting her around by the hand, all the while cursing her very existence. But damn if she was going to reject the proposition of keeping her mind off of her dark depression.

"Quiet woman!" He whispered harshly. But then there came a sideward smirk tugging at his lips.

"I told you I'd make you forget the drama. Just trust me." Trust him? Did he really just say that? So was this his plan? To prance around the entire castle so as to make her forget her sad state in life? Well he could forget it.. It wasn't helping and only making her tired. But just as soon as she had decided to voice her drastic opinion, he halted making her topple into him at full speed. It was incredibly embarrassing. Almost as bad as waking up with her arms around him sobbing like lunatic. He only glared down at her and putting his finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. He walked semi-tiptoed towards a large door, opened about a foot.

He braved a quick glance through, and then turned to her with a disturbing smile planted on his face. He was up to something..

Gesturing her again for silence, he cracked the door open farther only causing a small squeak from the rusty holders, and crept quietly through. For lack of a better plan, she took a deep breath and continued after him. She was only mildly afraid of what may lie ahead. What could possibly be more frightening then Vegeta anyways? He was the strongest being alive. But there was an undeniably mischievous smile on his face and it only served to tempt her curiosity further.

She would have gasped at the large brightly lit room if it weren't for Vegeta's piercing stare that quieted her mouth. She glances around at what she guessed was a banquet hall of some sort. Large red pillars circled around the large bright room. From what she could see from behind the demon, the massive hall was beautiful. No. It wasn't heavily decorated with the usual immense sculptures of demon Gods and fallen warriors. It was quite simple, if I dare say so. It was the floor and the ceiling that groped her attention.

The floor was a deep burgundy, not the usual blood red color she had begun to tire of. It was a luscious color, prohibited by a lacing of rich gold around the edges. Deep, thick mounds of black swirled elaborate shapes and designs in the middle. It was simply different and that was what held it's obvious appeal to her.

Now the ceiling was a different matter. Glancing upwards, it completely took her breath away. And Vegeta observed her reaction with a light gleam in his eye, she hadn't noticed. It was blue. Marvelous, luscious, beautiful blue! My stars she had missed it's sweetness. So appeasing to the eyes, it invoked a warm feeling that swelled into her belly and gave her the fond sense of home. She had the sudden urge to hold out her arms and spin beneath it's alluring grace, if she hadn't been sure Vegeta would have scorned her for such childish reaction. As it was, she was completely spell bound with it's capture.

But it was not only the beautiful azure color that mounded her glory. The painting inside was beyond belief and tears flew to her eyes. She covered her mouth to silence the sob that tried to escape. It was her mother.

Standing amongst bright puffy clouds, the beautiful Angelic Queen wore a fresh smile and bright blue eyes beamed down at her only daughter. She was painted with furious hand strokes that had captured every flawlessly beautiful hint of passion that only in life had she held. A delicate hand was placed over her heart, as if drawing special attention to the dark ruby stone hanging from an unfamiliar necklace. The fact that Bulma had never seen her mother wearing such a beautifully morbid piece of jewelry, never even touched her mind, so caught up in the appearance of her mother's smile as she was. It was as if she were alive, peering down towards her crying daughter. She wore a long white gown, wisped by a furious wind. Her beautiful blonde hair flying in front of her face made Bulma want to reach out and stroke away the tedious strands.

Vegeta observed the Angel's reaction with extreme hurt. He had thought she would be pleased to see the momentum to her mother that his father had ordered to be painted before he died. Not that he did anything for her pleasure.. No.. Vegeta certainly had no intention of removing the dark clouds that seemed to over shadow the Princess. Of course not, he told himself. He quite simply couldn't have whimpering woman disturbing his rest any longer. Try as he might, he really couldn't convince himself. He had wanted to surprise her. To … make her smile again. It seriously bothered him, he had only seen it once. And only then was it directed towards that blubbering little orphaned brat. Her reaction displeased him and he watch in contained anger as she sank to her knees, still facing upwards.

Bulma held her hands tightly over her mouth to silence the sobs that began to wrack her entire body. She was quaking all over, her small shoulders shaking up and down. To her surprise Vegeta came to kneel next to her, a strange look planted on his unreadable face. Was he?... Was he upset? The idea unnerved her. He bore an almost concerned look as his eyebrows tilted slightly, very slightly, upwards.

"What's wrong with you?" He nearly demanded. He didn't mean to sound so cold, but her actions were so queer to him. Honestly.. the woman insisted on crying over everything. He couldn't even remember a time when seeing someone bawling over something less than losing their life. Lately, he'd witnessed enough meaningless bawling fits to last him eternity.

"I thought you would like it, woman. So why do you continue to whimper over it?" Again with the harsh words. Why couldn't he just keep quiet and let the pathetic creature blubber until she hadn't the strength to keep it up any more.

Suddenly, she gasped and through her tears a gorgeous smile graced her features. She flung her arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as he ever imagine she could. He had thought this creature was weak? She was almost straggling him!

For once in his wretched life, the proud Demon King was at a complete loss for words beneath her pressured embrace. She didn't know what had come over her but at the moment she didn't give a damn. He had given her the most precious gift anyone could have ever presented. He had reunited her with her mother. She pressed her cheek against his, still sobbing relentlessly.

"Oh Vegeta!" She cried into his ear. It was just quiet enough not to shatter his ear drum.

"Oh Vegeta it's not that. It's just so beautiful." She gasped almost hoarsely.

"So why are you shedding those ridiculous tears again?" He asked curiously pulling back enough to look at her face. She glared falsely at him, still smiling through blurry eyes and quivering lips.

"Oh.. stupid!" she half laugh, half sobbed. "They're tears of joy. I'm happy." A supreme look of confusion possessed his face as he tried to decipher what exactly these "tears of joy" meant.

"I had… " she smiled with tears gathering once again in her eyes. Her top lip curled up, while she tried to stop herself from crying again. She gasped giving in to the tears.

"I'd forgotten .. " she gasped again. "I'd forgotten what she looked like." She started crying again but this time Vegeta wrapped her up in a bear hug and let her sob into his throat.

She sat there crying into his soft flesh, thinking only how much she needed this right now. She needed the comfort. Even if it was coming from her enemy. And at this point, she reasoned that perhaps he wasn't her enemy. So she sat there for fifteen minutes, digging her nails subconsciously in to his back and sobbing. He must have thought she was simply the biggest idiot alive but she didn't care. At least he was there. At least he set aside his pride for one moment and subjected himself to her torture. He had to despise the situation he was in.

Vegeta loved the situation he was in. (Ha ha ha!) Here he was, doing nothing but allowing her to cry and she had run full fledge into his arms. He adored the way her body seemed to mold to his. He had done nothing but hold her and she had completely subjected herself to him. So.. the frigid virgin wasn't completely unattainable. He chuckled to himself. He may have respected her, but coming from him, that wasn't saying much.

When it seemed the mass of hysteria had ebbed, he unwrapped her from his arms and stared disapprovingly at her. She looked down unable to meet his gaze. It was simply piercing and intimidated her. She had shown him her weakest side and wasn't sure what he'd make of it. A small smile suddenly tugged at his dark lips, totally throwing her off. It was as if an imaginary light had gone off in his head, and his dead black eyes suddenly shown very brightly. Smirking in that mischievous grin I love, he pulled her to her feet, only mildly gentle.

"I thought I told you to let go of the drama." He scolded, though it was clear to her that his purpose in speaking to her wasn't for such a meager reason. She waited until he had composed his thoughts to look into his eyes and allow him to continue.

"How about I show you some real fun?" He chuckled with a wink.

Hey guys! This is Camaro of today, as in THIS author's note is being written by the 19 year old Camaro as opposed the 16 year old that wrote this. Had a little bit of trouble with viruses on my comp and what not, but it was easily taken care of. Sorry about the delay with chapters and what not, but hey, I love you guys SO much. I got online today and I was like "holy shit!" So thank you very much for the reviews and even some of the more private emails with encouragement.

Though this story is done (yes, its completely finished) and was so a while back when it was first released, I'm happy to post it all again so that new, fresh faces have the chance to read it as well.

So again, thank you very much. Don't forget, I LOVE talking and my AIM is TheVegasQueen so please, feel free to give me a heads up now and then. Plus, I LOVE fanart, and when this story was first released, had over 100 pieces of it. So if you have any angel/demon ideas and like to draw, please, send me an email and I'll put it on the site.

Until next time, thank you again and I love you.

Camaro