Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ Righteous Fury ( Chapter 11 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 11 - Righteous Fury

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Vegeta followed the sultry blue haired woman through the house. Bulma entered the spacious kitchen, and went right for the counter. Once there she tossed her purse on it without a second thought.

"So tell me, Vegeta," she turned resting her back and elbows on the waist high black marble granite, "what do you want?"

His dark eyes raked her form, taking in every shapely curve. What did he want? She didn't know what she was asking. Vegeta knew exactly what he wanted. Nothing would fill his desires more than to just walk over to her and lace his fingers through her hair. He longed to feel her lips playing under his again. To caress the subtle curves of her body until she was moaning and trembling in his arms, just like the other night. A tightening in his gut was the true proof of his longing.

"I have just about anything you can think of, so just name it." Bulma tilted her head and wondered just what he was thinking. Vegeta was standing there as still as a statue. His eyes seemed to be burning right through her with their intensity.

"Coffee." Vegeta turned away and pulled out a chair. He had to get his eyes off her. Refocus on the task at hand. As much as he wanted to pretend that he was protecting his charge that was a complete and utter lie. He was only here because of jealousy. Bardock had seen it in him and succeeded much more thoroughly in baiting Vegeta than his fallen son. He could feel the woman moving around the room as she prepared the steamy brew. Every sense was honed in on her at a heightened and alarming level.

"So how do you like it?"

"I wish I knew." Vegeta spat the words out before realizing what he had allowed to be said. Damn it! He had to get his mind out of the gutter. He had to focus. It was his sole responsibility, for the time being, to protect her from the cruelty of this world. He remembered his first sighting of the woman. Vegeta knew with that one glance that she was an utterly stunning being of unparalleled beauty. He also knew that with great mortal beauty came great flaws, vanity being one of them. It was clear that she did have a high opinion of herself. Still, he could see where it was unfounded.

During the time he had watched over her, Bulma Briefs had proven to be strong and resilient. She had a strong compassion for others. Also, she was in a commanding position and yet, she had not taken out her frustrations on any one of her employees, either at work or at home.

Vegeta's expression grew darker. It was a lot easier when he thought she was a glittering high society debutant. That way he could have done his job without taking a liking to her.

"What was that?" Bulma turned to face him with the creamer in one hand and sugar in the other.

"Black. I will take it black." Yes, that would fit his mood.

She passed the steaming mug to him and then pulled out the chair from the other side of the table. "Are you always so quiet?" She lifted her cup to her lips.

"I believe so. Deep thoughts tend to do that to you over time." Vegeta leaned back without touching his coffee.

Bulma set her mug down in front of her and gave him a steady glance across the table. "Are you alright?" She crossed her arms on the table and leaned over them. "You're suddenly acting very odd."

So, she had noticed the change in him as well. This was wonderful. There was a sarcastic bite to the words as they repeated in his head. Just wonderful. If she was in a question and answer mood then he felt he could humor her. There were a few things he would like to know himself. "Actually, I wanted to know what you remember from the other night." He decided to throw caution to the wind, and ask the one question that was bothering him the most. If this woman had managed to thwart the powers of his angelic brethren, then was possible that others may be able to in the future as well?

"Not much really." Bulma leaned back and sighed. She looked away trying to remember what she could. "I was pretty drunk, that I have to admit. It almost seemed like I dreamt it all up." A coy smile crossed her features and she looked back at him slowly. "But then, I found the feather."

Vegeta stiffened up. "The feather?"

"It was in my blanket. It was what gave you away. After all, how else could it have gotten there?"

Vegeta paled. "In your blanket? You mean on your blanket."

"No. I was in bed and pulling the blanket over my shoulder when I found it."

That was impossible. Vegeta nervously glanced around. Unless stirring in her sleep had caused it to slip under, but still, losing a feather was not something that just happened to angels. They were ethereal beings and didn't need to regenerate on a regular basis. They didn't even need air to breath, or food to eat. Despite what people may see in movies or television, feathers had to be purposely plucked like he had done for her that night at the chapel. So if the feather was not his, there was only one other possibility.

"Do you still have it, woman?" Vegeta scowled and stood up suddenly. A sickening feeling coursed through his stomach as he started to suspect the worst. That lying bastard Radditz! "I need to see that feather."

Bulma shook at the thunderous tone of his voice. It was so commanding that she shot to her feet. "It's up in my room." She backed up a few tentative steps. "Do you want me to get it?"

"Yes, retrieve it for me now please." Vegeta's thoughts were still on the fallen one as he spoke. Reaching down he wrapped his hand around the mug intending to take a drink, but he underestimated his strength. The ceramic cup cracked and shattered in his steely grip. The hot coffee would have scalded a normal person, but it ran over his hand, and he never even flinched.

Bulma's first reaction was to rush to his side and examine the burn. She lifted his hand in hers looking over the unmarred skin. Realization was slow as she stared at Vegeta. He was not human and he was not mortal. Swallowing hard, she looked at his emotionless face. "Is there something wrong?"

Vegeta felt his chest tighten at the words. He had acted foolishly and without thought. The cup was lying in pieces on the table and floor. The coffee was staining her tablecloth, but she was cradling his hand. Concern was foremost in her eyes. She had been worried, fearful for him. It was something he had never experienced before. An overwhelming desire to pull her close and shield her from the horrors that plagued her evil world almost consumed him. He prayed for strength and the will to refrain. Vegeta looked at her big blue eyes rimmed with fear and forced himself to relax for her benefit alone. Giving in to compelling urges, he wrapped his arms around her. Resting her head on the crook of his shoulder, he closed his eyes and whispered, "No, everything is fine. I would just like to see it."

Nodding, and with out another word, Bulma pulled away from his arms and ran up the stairs.

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Vegeta sat on the roof brooding. A silvery white feather lay crushed in his hand. That bastard had defiled his charge. At this moment there was nothing that Vegeta would love more than for Radditz to appear before him. He was aching to inflict some serious bodily harm on the fallen scum.

How had he let this happen? Vegeta stared into the darkness. He couldn't make it up to her. There wasn't anything in his power that could make him go back to that night and change the events that had transpired, but one thing had become painfully clear. For as long as Bulma continued to be his charge, he would not leave her side. Until her trial was over, he would remain close and protect her.