Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Summary: Vegeta is the Angel in charge of guardian angels, and human intervention. He has lost his faith in mankind and their possible redemption. That is until he is assigned to Bulma Briefs.

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Where shadowed wraiths and demons dwell
A sorry presence hides its face.
In land so dark it could be hell
A fallen Angel finds his place.

By: Olga Redko

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Prologue

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Vegeta, chancellor of heaven, prince of the ministering angels, looked over the city from his perch high atop a suspension bridge tower. He is charged with sustaining mankind, although in this day and age, it hardly seems worth all the effort. There was a time, he had been known as the link between the human race and the divine realm of God.

A deep frown marred his darkening features. The exhaust fumes from the traffic and the other pollutants hovered over the city like a veil of despondency. Crime, abuse, murder, and other acts of the human failing were like a twisted and ugly creature. It had wrapped itself so tightly around this world, which Vegeta was starting to doubt that all the forces in heaven could ever repair the damage. Report after report bombarded him with the hopelessness of his intervention.

Radditz was right. The mortals no longer believed in divine guidance. This made Vegeta nothing more than a redundant soldier. He no longer served a purpose in the kingdom of Heaven. A smirk crossed his features and he shook his head sharply. Although this didn't mean he was ready to chuck it all and follow Radditz into Hell.

"That's good to know." A voice snapped Vegeta's head around.

"Well, well, if it isn't the precious little messenger boy himself." Vegeta glared at the other angel sitting down next to him. "Tell me, Goku, did you find me on your own? Or were you sent to fetch me for my wayward thoughts?"

Goku sighed deeply. "Neither. He doesn't think you're in any condition to enter his presence." Darkened eyes looked over the city. "You know, its nothing a good rain would not clean up."

"I bet you're right." Vegeta growled and buried his head in his arms. "Forty days and forty nights would probably do the trick."

"That's not even remotely funny, Vegeta."

"Ohhh, that's right. We promised to never do that again, didn't we?" Vegeta lifted his head back up, glaring out at the cesspool of humanity.

"No, we didn't promise them, He did." Goku shrugged and stood up. "Listen Vegeta, as fun as it is conversing with you, it's not why I am here. The big guy knows your slipping. Damn, we all do. You can't go over to them, Vegeta. It will not be tolerated with grace."

Vegeta adverted his eyes. "Tell me something I don't know."

"You have been assigned to Earth."

Vegeta felt like he had just been punched. Shock rippled through him. "EARTH!?!" The word jumped from his lips. "I have not been on an assignment like that since the first coming! Why would He…?"

"The mortal is a woman." Goku continued. "She has fallen on some really hard times, and it's only going to get worse. You have to guide her, save her." Goku noted the rebellious look on Vegeta's face. "This is not debatable Vegeta."

"A woman? A single mere mortal woman?" The acid was thick in his tone. "What's wrong? Doesn't He think I can handle more?"

"To be honest..." Goku shot a scathing look of superiority that bristled Vegeta's ego. "No He doesn't. I had to request this change for you personally."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Vegeta wanted to push the other angel from the structure. A mighty battle between them would definitely make him feel better right now. The destruction from the feud would also go down as a natural disaster of epic proportions. But then, what was a few thousand human lives any way.

"It's thoughts like those that are going to get you sent to purgatory."

"Get out of my head!" Vegeta stepped forward. "Just tell me about the woman. I can have her patched up before the day is out, and then you can take that back to the Almighty."

"Like he wouldn't already know?" Goku rolled his eyes. "Ok, her name is Bulma Briefs…"

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The candle flicked on the table, as the sweet sound of a violin drifted through the room. It was one of the finest restaurants in the city. The best food and service to be had, and yet Bulma could not enjoy it. She pushed her salad around on her plate. Bunny Briefs had loved this place. Bulma forced back the tears. Three months since Bunny had died in an automobile accident and she had yet to get over it. Bulma was beginning to believe she never would.

"You're not eating…"

Bulma looked up to see Yamcha staring across the table at her. "I am sorry…" She smiled weakly. "I guess I am just not hungry."

Yamcha shifted nervously in his chair. "Are you worried about your father?"

"No." Bulma blurted out quickly, looking down at her plate. Yamcha's silence drew the large blue eyes to him. "Well, maybe a little." She watched him cock up one eyebrow at her in a way that told her she wasn't fooling him for a moment. She sighed and lifted the napkin off her lap. She tossed it onto the salad and said, "Okay! I am very worried about him. He didn't eat again today and…"

"Kind of like you?" Yamcha looked pointedly at her plate. He didn't know any other way to express to her the depth of his concern.

"That's not the point!" Bulma made a sound of exasperation, and rolled her eyes.

Yamcha leaned across the table and took Bulma's hand. "Actually it is. Baby, I am worried about you."

"Don't be. I am fine."

"I read the paper, Bulma. I know." Yamcha sat back and crossed his arms. Bulma looked up in horror crossing her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it mattered." Bulma wanted to toss her wine in his face. The paper had been rather clear about her family's company, Capsule Corporation, and their latest down turn.

Yamcha's jaw dropped. He leaned forward gripping the table with his hands. "What do you mean you didn't think it mattered? This is your family's company!"

Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes. How could he be doing this to her now? After all this time, years of love and devotion that they had shared. She thought Yamcha loved her. One down turn in her financial future and he was attacking her. How could she have been so blind? "You are right, Yamcha, it's a family problem. It doesn't concern you."

Yamcha shut his mouth and sat back. All he had wanted to do was support her, to let her know that he was there for her. Swallowing hard he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. With a slight flip of his wrist he tossed it to her.

Bulma caught it. For one long moment she looked at it, then up at him. "What is this?"

"Open it and see." Yamcha's face remained impassive.

She opened the box with trembling hands. It was a large diamond, obviously much more then Yamcha could afford. "Oh my God…"

"I wanted to ask you to marry me tonight, Bulma." He shook his head. "Why do you think I sent you all those flowers, and why we came here?" He got out of his chair and came to her side and knelt down. He took the box from her hands. The ring was pulled free and he held it before her eyes. "I don't care about the company, Bulma. I just want to be there… with you." A flash for a smiled played over his lips. "Forever."

The blood was pounding in her head. She came to her feet and glared down at him. "You know about the company. I am trying to deal with that right now. My father is on the verge of an emotional collapse, and my mother has just died! Did it even occur to you that I might have other issues to deal with right now?!?"

Yamcha stood up and stared at her in shock. The ring clenched in his hand. "What are you saying?"

Bulma turned and grabbed her purse. "I am saying…" She made sure her eyes met his. "BACK THE HELL OFF!" She stormed out muttering about what she ever saw in him, and how tactless he was.

Yamcha sank into the chair and looked at the table. So that was it. He had just lost her.

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Vegeta leaned against the building and watched the woman emerge. So this was Bulma Briefs. She was dressed in an expensive gown, and she was looking like she was in a fine snit. She was a real beauty, rich and haughty. She was probably evil to the core, full of vanity and prejudices. Yes. This woman was definitely worthy of his time. The thought raced sarcastically through his mind. His dark eyes rose to the sky. "Thanks a lot."