Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ All Things Possible ( Chapter 28 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 28 - All Things Possible

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Bulma stood in the doorway of the hospital room and watched the nurse carefully remove the bandages from Vegeta's back. The sight of the huge gashes along his muscular form rooted her to the floor.

"These are terrible wounds and I don't think they are healing properly," the nurse said as she put the used bandages aside. She pressed the swollen flesh around his wounds. "Does this hurt?" The woman gasped as Vegeta flinched and pulled away. He settled back down on the bed without saying a word. "It's ok, you don't have to answer that. Your reaction says it all."

Bulma knew that those wounds were in the exact spot where his angelic wings had once been attached. It was clear to her that they had been severed from his form. There wasn't anything that she or Vegeta could say about the origin of his wounds. It would cause them both nothing but trouble to admit to the world that he had fallen from heaven itself; more than likely they would find themselves with one-way tickets to a nut house.

Bulma was amused by the low growl Vegeta emitted. She entered the room and announced, "If he is giving you any trouble please inform me immediately."

Vegeta looked over and smirked a bit. "What are you doing here so early? You only left a few hours ago."

"Someone had to keep you in line."

The nurse began to put the gauze back in place and re-tape the unsightly wounds. "He has been nothing but pleasant. There are plenty of others in this hospital I could complain about." She finished her work and added, "I will inform the doctor that you are still experiencing alot of pain. He should be giving you a prescription for that."

"You go ahead and do that." Vegeta shot her a glare that would have chipped granite.

The door closed and Bulma sighed, "Do you have to do that?"

"Do what?" He snapped back and laid down gingerly on the bed.

"She is trying to help you," Bulma explained.

"Well, I don't need it."

Bulma felt her jaw drop for a moment. Then she took a few steps across the room and put her hand on his forehead.

Vegeta reached out with speed that defied his present condition and grabbed her wrist. He looked into her eyes intensely before asking, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Checking to see if you are running a fever. You never behaved this way before." Bulma didn't even try to break the hold of his hand on her wrist. She was enjoying being so close to him.

Vegeta released her arm and added, "Of course I was never like this before. I never had someone rip my sainthood from my back and dump me from the skies into a polluted and salty ocean before!" He snarled with thick sarcasm, "Oh wait! That is exactly what DID happen to me."

Bulma's hands cover her mouth. "Dear God."

"Yeah, that would be him."

Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck. "I am sorry. I am so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't really his fault." A deep sigh escaped him as he separated Bulma from him. "I asked for this. I was the one who wanted to be mortal and be here with you. I am going to have to remember that."

"Still, it had to have been hard on you." Bulma sat next to him on the bed. "Even though you knew this world very well, you were detached from it."

"I am not used to the limitations that's all. In time I am sure I will learn to deal with or accept them."

"You gave up a lot for me."

"I expect a lot from you woman."

Her confusion ended the moment she turned to face him and found her lips locked against his. It was still there. The intense heat of his kiss was overwhelming. It made her want to forget where they were, what condition he was in. Everything. Bulma wanted to get lost in his embrace again just as she had before. Every minute that they had been apart was like a thousand years of thirst, and now she was drinking from the purest of springs. She had no other choice but to lean closer.

Vegeta let his hands trail into her hair. The softness of it was rewarding in itself. This was the woman he had given up everything for. The taste of her was so much sweeter in this new mortal form. If this were all they had to share it would have been worth every ounce of the pain he had endured to get here. He felt her teeth nip at his lower lip demanding that he deepen their kiss and he did. Pulling her fully against him, he leaned over her willing form and allowed his hands to do as they desired since their first meeting. They moved over the soft curves of her body. The palms of his hands caressed the soft swells of her breasts as he let his finger brush intimately over her hardening nipples.

"Ahem." The sound of someone else in the room coughing loudly brought the lovers swiftly apart.

Bulma looked up to see the doctor grinning broadly at the stunned couple. She blushed and pushed herself off the bed. "I-, I was-" She stopped her shameless attempt at explaining and walked toward the window.

Vegeta watched her with amusement. The gentle sway of her hips as she retreated caused him to smile wickedly.

"I am sorry to intrude." The doctor walked over to Vegeta and began to look over the chart. "The nurse said you were in more pain than you were telling us. I am here to give you something to ease the discomfort."

"I had already found something that was working very well," Vegeta laughed.

"VEGETA!" Bulma shouted in mortification.

"I can see that. But I suggest you wait until you heal a bit more before indulging in such...er...," the doctor glanced over at Bulma and then to Vegeta, "exhaustive pursuits."

Vegeta's laughter was loud and clear. Bulma shook her head and wondered just what she had gotten herself into.

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Bulma returned to her home overjoyed. She had arranged for Vegeta to be moved to a room at the Capsule compound. She looked up at the ceiling of her room and sighed. It was finally happening. She and Vegeta were going to be able to start a life together. Bulma rolled onto her side and hugged her pillow close to her chest. Only a few months ago she had been in absolute turmoil. She was dating Yamcha, who was now happily married to another woman. She had been mourning the death of her mother and worrying herself sick over her father's worsening condition. Bulma chuckled a bit realizing that she hadn't even known the danger that Capsule Corporation had been in. Now both Hikari and Marley have been firmly dealt with, and in the process Bulma proved to herself that she was more than capable of taking the helm when the time came. She yawned deeply, for now she would leave business matters to her father. She was looking forward to spending the days ahead taking care of the angel she loved so dearly.