Dark Angel
Chapter 10
"Have some fun? What do you mean?" She asked. He was such a mystery. She simply couldn't figure him out. One minute he was ready to exterminate her from existence and the next he was pitying her in his arms and giving her presents. He was so puzzling she figured she'd never understand or be able to predict him. But that was Vegeta for you. Always one to shock and please.
And so again they were roaming the endless hallways in search of a way to rid her of her "drama" as he so kindly referred to it. What was she to do? Pretend her life was one big fucking party after another? Well it wasn't. Why should she even try to kid herself into thinking it was anything less than pathetic and …a lot of the time, just down right scary. But then again.. she had been feeling sorry for herself a lot and dwelling far too much on the downsides of life.
"Always the questions with you Princess. Why can't you simply just trust me? It's not like I couldn't have already killed you a thousand times over by now if I wanted to Angel." She glared overly fiercely. I mean.. he was just stating facts. So what if they weren't pretty? She needed to get used to him. Apparently, the way things were looking, she'd be with him for quite some time and it was probably a good idea to just be blunt. He considered himself the most honorable demon alive and was deadly honest. He refused to hide the fact that he'd slaughter his own father and basically stolen the crown from his brother. Sure.. other demon's knew the throne was never rightfully his. So what? It was his nonetheless and for his ruthlessness he was feared and respected. He would have it no other way.
"Bulma… BULMA!" she barked at him, still following close behind as they wandered through a large meeting hall.
"What?" he sneered. Yes.. yes.. he knew perfectly well what she meant. But did he intend on passing up a perfectly good excuse to piss her off?.. oh he thought not!
"Bulma.. That's my name."
"And where exactly is the part where I'm supposed to give a shit?" he chuckled. So.. the bastard had fooled her. He knew perfectly well what her name was. Damn him.
"VEGETA!" she hollered, halting her speed walk. She placed her hands angrily on her hips, giving him her best scowl. He only grinned, making her grit her teeth.
"If you knew my name all along, why don't you ever use it?" she seethed through her teeth.
"All you ever call me is Princess, Angel or Woman.. Can we get anymore barbaric? You sound like a complete savage you know." She informed him haughtily. Strutting dangerously near to her, he bent down so that his face lingered a mere inch from her own, noses almost touching.
"Oh? Well.. maybe I like being savage." He raised an eyebrow.
"Besides," he brushed her off, walking away. "Some thing tells me you'd like it rough." He snickered. He doubted she had any idea what he was implying.
What the FUCK was he implying?
"I'm sure I have no idea what your talking about Vegeta. And I'm almost positive I don't want to." She held her nose excessively high in the air, strutting past him snobbishly. Only a true Princess could pull off that little routine! Ha! Let him catch her off guard now!
He slipped an arm possessively around her slim waste and smashed her forcefully against his chest, beaming down at her with a devilish smirk only HE could pull off. He chuckled flashing his silvery fangs.
Damn him.. he'd done it again.
"Oh? So sure are you? Well.. " he raised his thick eyebrows. "Something tells me that sooner or later.. your BOUND to figure it out. I just hope I'm the one doing all the informing." He laughed.. a deep throaty sound that bounced off the walls in the large porcelain room, they now inhabited.
She stared wide eyed at him, trying hard not to let on that she'd just had the sickest idea that she knew EXACTLY what he was proposing. Pushing out her bottom lip, she glared at him.
"Let me go Vegeta." He only smirk, tightening his grip until she was forced to place her hands against his bare chest and try to push herself away. The entire display was ridiculous and she knew it.
"I said let me go Vegeta!" she ordered fiercely. He shrugged, lessening his grip gradually before setting her free to totter away from him.
"Whatever you say.. Bulma." He rolled his eyes sarcastically. Suddenly her hand was grasped by his and she caught him looking VERY intently at her body.
"But someday.. you won't tell me to let go.." he beamed.
"Someday you'll scream for me."
Before entering through a pair of enormous double doors, Vegeta silenced her with his fingers. She couldn't figure out why exactly she had continued following him but had privately decided it would probably be better than roaming the unfamiliar hallways all night alone. She tried to sneak a peak through the small crack of the open door. It couldn't have been more then a foot open but Vegeta pushed her back with his arm, looking disapprovingly at her.
"Don't be so obvious." He whispered close to her. "I told you we were having fun."
Bulma wasn't sure she'd like his idea of "having fun" but remained quietly behind him as told. Slowly he peaked his head around the door frame and returned looking incredibly sly.
"Look in there." He told her. "But be quiet when you do."
Curiously, she poked her head cautiously through the doors and beheld a medium sized room. It wasn't lit very well and there were some corners she couldn't see. All in all though.. for the immense palace, it was pretty plain.. Same common red walls and black marbled floor. But not far from where she stood, a fat long haired Demon sat hunched back into his small chair. She was simply amazed that under his extreme weight, the pressured chair hadn't crumpled. He was huge! His entire face was embedded in his double chin, as he lay far back in his chair with his pudgy little hands resting on his chunky stomach.
She'd never seen a demon so hideous. For the most part, the race was built sleek and graceful. Their powerful bodies and beautiful faces over shadowed by enormous wings. This demon only possessed two, hardly useful wings perched on his back, hunched against his little chair as he slept.. On guard duty.
Feeling his hard chest press against her back, Bulma looked up to see Vegeta gazing through the doors as well. Was he mad that this lazy was sleeping on the job? Would he punish him? A large mischievous smirk, made itself known, as his hand slithered to her own and laid on top of it. She was a loss for words and figured it was probably for the best since he had commanded ultimate silence from her. Lifting his hand, and taking hers prisoner along with it, he pointed his index finger at the chubby man.
"Watch this." For a split second a small ball began to form in front of his finger and she had to force herself not to gasp. Suddenly, the red sphere of energy shot forth and she feared he had aimed his incredible ball of power at the poor unsuspecting man.
One of the legs of the chair burst into flying specks of wood and the fat man was dropped like a potato to the hard ground. Bulma was stunned for a split second, before covering her mouth to halt the burst of laughter that had bubbled forth.
The huge man cursed, rudely awakened from his slumber. He found himself sitting on the cold hard floor, his ass throbbing. What the? Glancing beneath him, he caught sight of the familiar chair leg.
"EVERY DAMN TIME!" he swore, violently kicking the weak, shattered chair pieces scurrying across the slick floor. It was then that he heard the sound. Like a muffled snort of laughter. His eyebrows furrowed suspiciously, before he charged the doors and flung them open. He gave the dark surroundings a once over. Nothing but darkness. No one at all. He grunted in frustration, before stomping back into his room where he took up his guarding post once more, leaning angrily against the wall.
"Must have been my imagination." He mumbled, resting his large head against the stone wall.
They had heard the fat man's grumble from outside the room, positioned against the wall. Vegeta was shielding them with his large outstretched black wings, camouflaging them into the shadows, his hands on either side of Bulma's head. The fat fool hadn't even seen them, despite the idiot Princess's poorly hidden bought of laughter. Truth be told, he'd almost burst out himself. This was by far one of his favorite night games, although he'd never played with anyone else. It was actually funner sharing the humor with someone else to appreciate it. He waited a second longer than he figured he really needed, peering deeply into her wet eyes.
She'd almost fallen on her ass laughing. And now suppressing the urge to burst into howling laughter had forced more tears into her eyes. COULD SHE EVER STOP! Was this every angel's curse? A never ending supply of liquid in the eyes? But this display was not so disturbing as the others. It almost made the whole experience funnier.
"Ah.. Yajirobe.. by far the most entertaining of my guards." He whispered. She stifled even more chuckles beneath her hand.
"Do you think we could do it one more time?" she asked with wide eyes. She looked so adorable. Even to him! Grinning he leaned even closer than their already tight stance.
"I can do it .. all night long." He joked. Well.. actually it was quit true in one sense, but he knew she meant the torturing of the guard instead of his thinking. She smirked, knowing damn good and well what he meant. She was beginning to catch on to his innuendo and didn't mind at all. He was incredibly entertaining tonight and she knew full well she was seeing a side to him no one else even knew existed. She liked this side.
"Alright then… Let's see if you can" she lifted an eye brow seductively, "do it one more time."
He smirked grateful for her understanding. He was having an extreme influence on her and he knew it wouldn't be long until he could basically have her eating out of the palm of his hand. Just like everyone else. She'd be his slave before it even hit her that it had been his plan all along. And by then, he smirked, it'd be too late.
Tip toeing over to the door, he gestured for her to follow. Braving a peep into the room, he caught sight of a snoring Yajirobe planted against the wall. He hadn't really expected the man to fall asleep so quickly. He'd done this a million times before and it usually took about a good ten minutes before the bum drifted off.
So what was Vegeta planning now? There was no chair anymore. His first little prank had taken care of that. All that remained of the once proud piece of wood, was splinters scattered across the floor. So now there was no leg to shoot out from under him. Or was there? Vegeta wouldn't..
As he pointed his finger towards the man, Bulma shrieked and attempted to grab his arm. A single line of energy escaped his finger, going directly in the place intended.
"HA!" The falsely asleep man screamed! He'd been faking the entire time and now observed two vague faces peering at him through the opened door.
"I caught you this time you-" he was cut off as a large piece of cement landed atop his head, a piece of a stone gargoyle that had once been placed along the wall above.
The two face's eyes widened horribly before they scattered, bumping into each other in their confused flurry. But the rock hard piece of stone hadn't been enough to knock him out and he'd be damned if he let the two culprits flee unmaimed. He scurried after them, barging through the doors and following the two running shadows, not far ahead of him. Turning a corner, he let out a stream of curses as he saw nothing. So the Bonnie and Clyde duo had escaped again. Damn them to Hell.. uhh.. AGAIN!.
Far above the swearing man, Bulma straddled Vegeta's slim waist beneath her. He was holding them suspended in the air.. His thick wings shielding them as he held her back against the ceiling. He couldn't look down and seemed completely at ease to gaze into her wide eyes. Her weight wasn't much, but having every single part of her body pressed tightly against his was sort of unnerving. His hands and toes were pressed against the ceiling, as the rest of his body was against her's. It was incredibly sexual although not intended. Yajirobe would have killed her for such a prank and he didn't need rumors flying around about nighttime practical jokes. He was far too respected for such an embarrassing account. Still, the entire situation was humorous beyond all logic.
Bulma was beside her self. She wanted to laugh at the hilarious encounter they had shared. She wanted to be freed from this embarrassing posture. She wanted mostly to kiss the dark creature so close to her.
Was that the look? No way. It had been there for a second.. Had it not? The darkness was playing tricks on him. For a split second there he'd gotten the arousing sensation that the angel, sprawled out on top of him, wanted to be kissed. But just as soon as he was confirming the suspicion and moving in for the kill.. it was gone. Had it even been there in the first place? Or was it treacherous wishful thinking? Damn if he knew. But now only a blank expression bore into him and the demon decided the coast was clear.
Damn him.. Damn herself. Why did he have to be so.. AH! And why did she have to get so.. AH! It was so frustrating. She'd never, NEVER wanted to grab someone and attack their mouth like that before. Sure..she and Yamcha kissed. A LOT. They didn't do much else, but only because she held him at bay with a ten foot pole most times. So why did she feel like tearing down all the protective reserves and take his beautiful full lips into her own? The feeling was so foreign to her. Was Hell having this effect on her? Was HE having this effect on her? But she had to compose herself, planting a false look of calm reserve on her face when inside she was tearing at the seams to get at this handsome creature between her thighs.
Not long after her reserves were replaced did he let her down, gently and slowly. Saying nothing, they walked side by side in complete silence through the cold corridors and hall ways. Bulma had no idea where they were, the castle was so huge, and suspicions told her neither did Vegeta. For he wore a confused face and avoided looking at her.
What was she thinking? He wished he knew. She was the biggest riddle in the entire universe. Heaven and Hell. So did she want him? Had she succumb to him finally? If not.. how much longer would the tedious task be? And what if it never came? Could he handle the rejection? He'd never tasted it's poison before but could imagine the consequences if he ever did. Blood, guts and asses would be flying everywhere! He got what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was simple.. Not too much to ask. He wanted her.. to want him.
('I want him,') … 'no I don't' … ('oh please, yes I do') .. 'please God don't let me' .. ('why should I even deny it') .. 'uhh.. cuz it's wrong'….('is it? Why?')…'because I love Yamcha.'… ('oh yeah')… It was as if her insides were telling her two different things. She felt like she had a split personality from the tormenting battle raging within. And so.. being fond of self control… she ignored them both, simply walking along side her tormentor.
'hmmm… guess I'll just have to pull out all the stops.' He told himself with a smirk.
Where was he off to now? And that familiar devilish gleam in his eyes? Oh boy…
He led her into a small room.. the smallest she'd been in since she'd unwillingly inhabited the castle. It wasn't excessively small.. nothing in the place was. It was just that every other room seemed to be needlessly elaborated and large. The room was cozy, much warmer then the rest of the castle with a small controlled fire burning in the far right corner. It cast a comfortable glow across the Victorian decorated room. A talented statue sat in the corner, a blackened sculpture of a beautiful woman, only it seemed as it the arms had been cut off. It appeared incredibly old but still miraculously intact.
The rest of the room could be likened to that of a bar.. with a large island in the middle and small wooden stools placed around it. On the island was a breath taking amount of what she considered some sort of food, each plate holding a different colored assortment, although different from the regular ordurves Vegeta had sent to her room every night. Each small ramekin held a certain type of luxury. One contained several small bright red balls, each with a stem extending from them.
"Cherries." He informed her. "Maraschino Cherries."
It seemed he wanted her to comply with him and try one, and so, bravely, she reached out and plucked one from the dish, popping it into her mouth stem and all.
He supposed he should have told her not to eat the entire thing, but it was fun to watch her make an idiot out of herself, so he watched in comical resolve.
Her mouth was exploding in flavor. The plump.."cherry" seemed to burst in her mouth, accompanied by rivers of flowing juice, seeping into every crevice of her mouth and taunting ever taste bud. It was hard to describe the flavor as she chewed, forcing more and more of the glorious juices out of the marvelous creation. It was so.. sweet. Nothing like bland food in Heaven. This creation was made for pleasure and she was simply rolling in it as she popped one cherry after another into her ravenous mouth.. Had it really been that long since she'd eaten? It had been an eventful day and she supposed she hadn't consumed anything since early morning when one of her barbaric hermaphrodite servants had reluctantly slapped it on her bed stand.
And so she ate every single one, her eyes searching for another heaping plate of them amongst the many ramekins also on the table. Finding none, her bottom lip sagged and she felt entirely let down, her taste buds begging for more.
In front of her, Vegeta smirked, holding out a case of brown bars. None of them looked even the slightest bit appetizing in comparison with the marshmallow cherries or whatever they were called.
"So tell me Princess," he chuckled making her tense nervously, "Have you ever tried chocolate?"
Shaking her head, he laughed, intimidatingly showing off his abnormal fangs.
"Well then," he grinned wickedly. "You must… It's really quite.." he cocked his head to the side.
"Sinful."
Alright everybody.. that's it for right now. I can hardly see straight anymore. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately because of this fic and it's beginning to show immensely. Ive got these massive freakin lines beneath my eyes and my skins unnaturally pale. Weird huh? I guess its time to stop the staying up late typing and drinking. Not good for you I guess. Plus im afraid it's starting to show in my work. Half the time I don't even know where im going with this.. even though most of it's written out. So anyways. Special love to Cimorene-Kitty (nice to have you back), my girl DarkAngelB, wonderfully appreciated VejitaGurl, my ever supportive an awesome VeryShortMidget, and my newly appointed to the favorite people list.. QueenPhoenix.
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