Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ Servitude ( Chapter 19 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 19 - Servitude

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Vegeta frowned as he watched the sun setting on another day. It had been two days since Goku had informed him that his mission regarding Bulma was nearly over. He had spent the entire time staying very close to her. Even now he was perched on the roof just above her balcony. She seemed to sense him. He could tell by the way she turned and looked for him. In the solitude of her home she even called out his name a few times.

Vegeta pressed his eyes tightly and focused on the new feeling that seemed to be growing within inside him. He had no idea what it was. Not quite pain, but almost unbearable just the same.

He sensed the presence of another and opened his eyes. "I do not wish to be bothered at this time. Please leave."

Bardock sat down next to him. "Long time no see."

Vegeta was actually relieved to see Bardock. "How did you know I was here?"

Bardock smiled weakly. "In the days before I parted for heaven, I too found myself unable to leave my woman's side. The feeling you are experiencing is a form of love."

"I thought that was suppose to be a happy feeling that transcended all boundaries and made one's heart sing."

"Many lovers have found their way to the grave because of this emotion, Vegeta. It's very complex. When my woman died part of me went with her. I would have saved you from this if I had known what direction Goku was leading you. An immortal's life should never be connected to one that is not. Compared to what you are feeling now, her loss into the afterlife will be beyond your comprehension." Bardock warned.

"So what do you suggest I do?" Vegeta leaned back and noticed that stars were starting to dot the evening sky. He could hear Bulma entering her room below him and turning on her radio. He lost focus on the angel next to him, knowing that she was so close now. It would take very little effort to slide from the roof, pass through her door and into her arms.

"Are you hearing a word I am saying Vegeta?" Bardock slapped his hand down on Vegeta's back knocking him forward. The Angel of War was rewarded with a deep growl as Vegeta turned and glared at him. Bardock smirked and nodded. "Ahh, I thought not." Then on a more serious note he added, "There are paths open if you want to be with her, but they are all etched in pain and blood. Save yourself the trouble Vegeta."

"Bardock, I am not about to go over to the side of the Fallen Ones, if that is what is worrying you." Vegeta scowled and with a sharp turn of his head looked away. "I know that is merely a temporary fix. The price is far too high."

"And what about the other option?" Bardock whispered.

"Other option?" Vegeta perked up. "I was unaware there was one."

"That is because it's ridiculous, and purely a rumor even among the angelhood. I am one of the oldest and most knowledgeable of our kind and yet I have only a vague memory of it."

"Stop yapping about how great you are and tell me, you rotten old beast."

"You could make your plea to become a mortal," Bardock frowned. He reached up and ran his hands over one of his large silvery wings that moved forward around him. "If your request is granted, you will lose all of your divine powers. They will be locked away within your mortal body and beyond your use. That is, if you can even survive the transformation when you leave the heavenly plane."

Vegeta blinked. "Is this really possible?"

"You're considering it?" Bardock leaned back horrified. "Didn't you even hear what I said? You will be a mortal! You will not be as you are now. There is no telling what the effects would be, since to our knowledge no one has ever tried it before. Imagine living through this," Bardock waved his hand over the city, "Without the angelic abilities we now have. Think of the pain and suffering these wretched beings endure and put each other through. Do you really wish to be a part of this?"

Vegeta reflected on what he knew of mankind and felt a chill run down his spine. Shuddering, he replied, "I suppose not."

"Well, finish up here and meet me in heaven. I am sure we can find something to amuse us." Bardock rose to his feet.

"One more day, Bardock." Vegeta frowned.

Bardock shook his head. "Very well, but you're just prolonging your own torment. The sooner you leave her, the sooner your life will return to the way it was before."

With those last words Bardock disappeared and Vegeta brooded. He did not want life to return to the way it was. Vegeta's mind drifted to the night he and Bulma spent by her couch. He wanted it to be like that. Forever.

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"Welcome home, Poppa!" Bulma wrapped her arms around her father as the nurse wheeled him in through the door. Dr. Briefs was looking much better and most of his skin color had returned.

"Can I get out of this chair now?"

The answer came in stereo. "No!"

Bulma smiled at the nurse. "I am glad to see you are not going to let him run all over you."

"She should!" Dr. Briefs grumbled, "It's my money that is paying her salary."

The nurse rolled her eyes and moved him toward the living room. "Yes, but it's your lovely daughter that is signing the checks. She has me under strict orders to do whatever it takes to help you recover as soon as possible."

"So that rules out my having a beer?" Dr. Briefs asked hesitantly.

"Alcoholic beverages are not good for anyone in your condition. Also, it is far too early, so the answer is yes." The nurse adjusted the chair to allow Briefs to transfer from it to the recliner. "I will be more than happy to get you a nice glass of water, juice, or a cup of herbal tea?"

"Coffee."

"Herbal tea."

"BULMA!" Dr. Briefs gave his daughter a pleading look. "I have given up smoking and now she is withholding all alcohol. Surely you are not going to let her take my coffee as well?"

"Dr. Briefs already had two cups before leaving the hospital. Caffeine intake is not good for him," the nurse calmly explained as she tucked a blanket around his legs.

"You heard her Dad. Dr Whitely and Dr. Ogata said she is the best home care nurse in all of West City. Far be it for me to tell her how to do her job," Bulma chuckled.

"What is your name any way?" Dr. Briefs asked the nurse. "My first name is Bellona," she answered before disappearing into the kitchen.

Briefs straightened and pointed in the direction Bellona had gone. "Leave it to my daughter to saddle me with a nurse named after the Latin Goddess of War! You've got to fire her immediately and get me someone more reasonable."

"Poppa." Bulma chuckled and walked over to him to touch his arm, which he jerked away.

"I should have gotten you a nasty nanny when you were a child. Someone pushy and mean that never allowed you any sweets." He pouted.

"I would have driven her away within the first week," Bulma shrugged. "You can do whatever you want to Bellona if it makes you feel better, but we are not firing her and you will follow her orders."

Dr. Briefs opened his mouth to speak but the doorbell cut him off. "I have to get that Poppa."

"GOOD!" Dr. Briefs shouted as Bulma walked out of the room, "Maybe it's Yamcha! He called to say he was coming by. I know he will see to it that the woman is dismissed before she kills me!"

Bulma rolled her eyes and opened the door. She stopped in her tracks when she looked into those dark eyes. "Vegeta?"

"Your father has returned home," he flatly stated.

"Yes, he has." Bulma was stunned that he bothered to knock or appear. It had been days since she had seen him, although she could feel his presence constantly. He could deny it if he wished but she had felt him there. "Please come in," she said, stepping out of the way.

Vegeta lost his serious expression the moment he heard Dr. Briefs shouting. "YAMCHA!! Is that you?" It was quickly followed by "Damn it! I don't even like herbal tea, woman! Get me some damn coffee before I turn my cat on you!"

"He's doing better." Vegeta felt the corners of his mouth turn up as he walked into the entryway.

"Yes." Bulma shook her head in exasperation. "Much better."

Vegeta walked into the room and waved at the older man. "Hello Dr. Briefs."

"Welcome, Vegeta isn't it?" Briefs watched Bellona turning away to get a pillow and he quickly dumped the cup of tea into a potted plant next to him. "Bulma and I were just discussing a replacement for Bellona here."

Bellona turned and nodded. "Yes they were." She looked at his cup and then to the suspiciously steaming soil in the pot. And you told me you didn't like herbal tea. It must be better than I thought. Let me get you another cup." She snatched the cup from Dr. Briefs' hand.

"That won't be necessary." He choked and waved his hands in a negative fashion.

"Oh, but I insist!"

Bulma leaned over and whispered in Vegeta's ear. "Aren't they getting along splendidly?"

"Smashing." Vegeta answered in a monotone voice as he wondered, how could he leave this?