Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ To Find Heaven ( Chapter 29 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 29 - To Find Heaven

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The cameras flashed as Dr. Briefs finished his report about the Marico-Briefs Generator. "So to conclude, the MBG holds great promise for the future of mankind, but it will be extensively tested before being released into the market, just like every other Capsule Cooperation product."

The clamoring of reporters started immediately and Bulma rolled her eyes as she looked from her hiding place just tucked away from the stage.

"Dr. Briefs! Dr. Briefs!" One man yelled, "On another note, how has your health been since your fight with cancer?"

Bulma's father smiled, "I can assure you that my daughter's will alone was enough to help me survive. She was at my side every step of the way. To answer your question though I am doing remarkably well, and am more the eager to return to the drudgery of my daily life."

"Speaking of Bulma Briefs, are the rumors true about her having a new mystery man in her life?"

"I am not at liberty to comment on my daughter's personal life. I believe that any good parent with any sense of respect for their child would answer such a question."

Bulma chuckled and turned from the scene before her. She was use to this kind of intrusion. She also knew that her father knew how to handle the press with more poise and tact than she ever could. In fact, the only reason she had come to Capsule was to check on the MBG test and drop off some paperwork. It also helped kill the time until Vegeta's scheduled release from the hospital.

She looked down at her watch and tapped it's face with her nail. Speaking of which, Bulma realized that she should be heading over to meet with Bellona.

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"Don't you even try to get out of that bed!" Bellona's teasing tone shot across the room to Vegeta.

Vegeta looked up from his precarious position on the bed. He was leaning toward the overbed table. Someone had pushed it far enough away that he couldn't reach it. That hadn't bothered him for the last few hours until the programming on the station he was watching became more of an annoyance than entertainment. It didn't take Vegeta long to realize he had set the remote for it on the table, which was well out of his reach. So now he was stretching out for all he was worth trying to get a hold on the fucking remote that slipped from his fingertips every time he made a move for it.

"I have no desire to get out of this bed, Bellona" he snapped. Vegeta was certainly starting to understand why mortals lost their patience so easily with those around them. Heightened feelings and emotions were becoming all too familiar to him. "I just want that damn remote." He lunged for it again. "Worthless piece of shit!" he shouted as it spun away from him and fell onto the floor.

"There is no reason to use such poetic speech." Bellona walked over and picked up the remote. She then handed it to him with a charming little grin that mocked his situation. "Good things come to people who just ask."

Vegeta looked up at her and then snatched the remote. "Then if I ask you to leave you will?"

"If you start signing my checks then sure, but Bulma has me under the same strict guidelines she had with her father." Bellona pushed him back down and started tucking the large white blanket under him.

Realizing that it would be useless to fight her, Vegeta returned his attention to channel surfing.

"Are you excited about moving to the Capsule compound?" Bellona walked over and pulled up a suitcase that she must have brought in with her.

"What is that?" Vegeta looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Bellona put the suitcase down on the desk in the room and opened it. "These are your clothes that Bulma purchased for you yesterday. Why she didn't go to your home and get more I don't know," Bellona shrugged. "Anyway, she insisted on buying you some, so if you don't like them I don't want to hear one word about it."

"He will like them just fine." Bulma breezed in and walked directly over to Vegeta. She didn't miss a beat as she leaned over and kissed him. "So, are you prepared to enter the wonderous bliss of Capsule?"

Vegeta groaned. "Have you decided to get me another nurse?"

"No."

"Then it's not going to be anywhere near bliss," Vegeta was quick to inform them, but to his great dissatisfaction both woman burst into laughter. "You're doing this just to torment me, aren't you?"

"Now what would give you an idea like that?" Bellona held up a shirt, "Is this the one you wanted Bulma?"

"Yes, he is going to look fantastic in that color blue."

"Oh for craps sake!" Vegeta roared, "It's not like I am some damn newborn coming home from the hospital! At least let me have some dignity."

Bellona responded by turning to face him while holding a pair of white boxers with yellow smiley faces on them. "I have no idea what you are talking about. These are the most comfortable things we could find."

A loud growl and a flashing dark look were shot at Bulma. Her eyes softened. "Why don't we just give him the gray sweats and be done with it."

"Thank You!" Vegeta's sarcasm was thick.

Bulma looked over at Bellona and mouthed the words "Leave the smiley boxers".

Bellona nodded and began to go through the suitcase yet again.

A sharp knock at the door brought their attention to Vegeta's doctor. The man held up his clipboard. "Anyone want to guess what I have here?"

"Please tell me it isn't my discharge papers," Vegeta snapped.

"It's your discharge papers!"

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"Don't tell me you are still angry with Bellona and me?" Bulma put the salad on the table and looked at Vegeta.

"I wouldn't blame him if he was." Dr. Briefs tossed in his two cents. "I don't know what the two of you did to him, but if it is anything like your malicious treatment of me, I'd say the boy has complete justification."

"Bellona and I were never malicious with you."

"Excuse me!" Dr. Briefs choked and put down his fork. "Do I have to remind you that I couldn't even hide in my own bathroom?"

"Smiley face boxers aren't the same thing, Poppa."

"It's not that. I just don't feel like talking," Vegeta snapped back.

Briefs sat up and silenced his speech, while Bulma's jaw dropped. She didn't know what to say. In fact Vegeta's whole demeanor since he left the hospital had been curt. It was like he couldn't tolerate to be anywhere near her.

"I am going to bed." Vegeta stated as he pushed away from the table. "Thank you for the lovely dinner."

"Vegeta!" Bulma came to her feet, but a strong grip on her arm stopped her from going after him. She looked down at her father's hand and then into his blue eyes. "Poppa?"

"Let him be for a while. Your young man is adjusting himself to a whole new world. I don't know exactly what happened to him, but I can tell you this." Dr. Briefs let go of her hand and leaned back." A man like him is master of his own universe. Whatever happened to him was horrible and traumatic. He is now dealing with his own mortality. It has been thrown in his face that he isn't immortal, and that he can be hurt and viciously so."

Bulma was stunned at her father's insight. She had decided not to share the full story with her father. She thought it would be better if her father just went on believing that Vegeta was just a normal man of this world.

"All you can do is be there for him. Now, I know he needs his wounds to be taken care of and that he can't reach them himself." Briefs picked up his fork. "You should go help him."

"Yes, Poppa." Bulma was shaking as she moved away from the table.

"Oh and Bulma?" He waited for Bulma to turn her attention to him. "Don't hurt him too much." Briefs' statement was followed by a wink.

Bulma growled, "You are a perverted old man."

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Vegeta sat down on the luxurious bed. A strange new feeling swept over him as he laid down on his side. He would have just dropped onto his back, but he had been reminded of his wounds every time they so much as brushed up against his shirt. Collapsing on the bed would undoubtedly cause him vast amounts of unnecessary pain. It didn't take a lot of time to label this new feeling he was experiencing; exhaustion. So this is what it felt like to be really tired. It wasn't like he had done much throughout the day, it was more like the opposite. Bulma and Bellona had eaten away at his patience the entire day. They had hovered and doted to the point of being an irritation. Vegeta closed his eyes and enjoyed the softness of the bed.

This was how Bulma found him. She opened the door slowly, her arms laden with medical supplies. She moved into the room with extreme care. The last thing she wanted was to disturb Vegeta while he was resting. "Vegeta?"

In answer to her whisper, he pushed himself up to a seated position. Vegeta looked at the woman he had sacrificed so much for. The concern on her face made him want to smile.

Not a word was said as Bulma moved past him to put the supplies down on the nightstand. She was trembling as she made her way toward him.

He realized she was going to want to see his wounds, so Vegeta lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.

Breathing stopped being an conscious function for Bulma . She swallowed hard trying to recall just why she had come. It had been to help him, to care for him. Now all she could think of was his arms wrapped around her. He was the only one who could ease the throbbing fire that burned in her body. Only Vegeta could soothe the aching in her soul.

He was brooding as his dark eyes gazed up at her pale face. He could tell that behind those beautiful blue eyes she was deep in thought. "Is something troubling you?" That was all he could say at the moment and he knew it was the wrong thing. How humbling it was not to be guided so eloquently in speech and movement.

Bulma smiled a little and shook her head slowly. She allowed her hands to reach out and cup his cheeks. Careful not to rush the moment, she lifted his chin and leaned in to settle herself between his thighs. She let her focus move slowly over his face. It traveled to his lips and then back up to the portals to his new-found soul until they were all she could see. "I can't wait any longer to have you."

She didn't have to say anything more. Vegeta reached out to pull her closer to him. Bulma was trapped in the gentle embrace of his arms as they looped around her waist. In response, she locked her arms around his thickly corded shoulders. Together they remained that way. Just basking in the fact that they could. No longer were they forbidden each other's company. Vegeta had been reborn for her and Bulma longed for him to fulfill his desire.

Slowly he raised his face to Bulma's. She felt the movement of his cheek against her breasts and looked down into his eyes. "I love you, my Angel."

A wicked grin spread over his face. He purred deeply, taking in the scent of her warm body so near his own. "I am no longer an angel." Vegeta cupped her face in his hand. "And I don't intend to act like one."

"Good because I am not going to let you."

Vegeta choked slightly, finally realizing just where she was heading with her actions.

Bulma was undeterred as she closed her eyes and dropped her head to kiss her fallen angel. Their lips locked in eager desire to know more of each other.

Sweetness. That was the taste on her lips. Vegeta could not stop his hands from taking hold of Bulma's shoulders and holding her against his body. She tilted her head and ran her tongue over his lips to let him know she wanted more. He gave in to her wishes and felt the passion heat the air around them. Vegeta was almost on fire with it. Kissing her before had been from the relative safety of his angelic form, if he didn't count that time in the hospital room. Even then, he had believed it would go no further than wet kisses and hot petting.

Bulma urged him to continue. In answer to his fervent kiss, she dropped her arms and allowed her hands to trail down his sides. Her sharp nails dragged against the tender flesh along his ribs.

There was something different in the moment. Bulma felt it too. The moment she had opened the door to his chamber he had sensed the change in her. There was excitement in him. Vegeta couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to. The changes that were tugging at his new body were proof enough of that. The aching between his legs was becoming more than mildly discomforting. It was driving him to react to the burning kisses that she trailed along his jaw line. Her hot breath in his ear was mixed with her sultry words.

"I want you."

Had she said that, or was it merely an illusion drawn up from his lust-filled brain? Either way it had left him shaking with need. Vegeta was unaware of his fingers working their way under Bulma's thin shirt and up her back.

Those hands, her hands, caressed his hard chest followed by her soft lips. Breathing was becoming nothing more than a forgotten memory, as Vegeta struggled for composure. He wanted to let go, to simply give in to her seduction. There was a nagging voice in the back of his brain that held him back. The biting uncertainty in him when it came to the act between a man and a woman. He knew how it worked. Radditz had been more than helpful in that. When the Fallen One shared his memories, Vegeta had learned of every move, touch and taste. He knew how it should feel to hold a woman in his arms whose body was hot and dripping to have him. Those were Radditz' memories though. They were memories of actions done with lust, not with love.

Vegeta allowed his hands to work their way under her shirt. The one consuming need to touch her bare flesh was foremost in his mind. He had wanted to hold her, to touch her for so long. It was this overwhelming need that spurred on his actions. Vegeta wished he had more control of his eager hands. They moved of their own accord in their demanding need to touch and hold. The ragged breaths she drew were like music to his ears, as he let his fingertips skirt over the flatness of her belly. They danced higher until they connected with the tender swell of her breasts.

What if he failed her? What if she was unsatisfied with his ability to please her? The thought left him cold.

Bulma panted and pushed harder against him. Vegeta's reaction was to pull back from their kiss. He cupped the roundness in his palms, spreading his fingers so that he molded them in his hands. Dark eyes watched the look of abandon that crossed his lover's face. He turned his hands slowly outward until the thin hold of her bra gave way with a slow ripping sound.

A swift and new sense of satisfaction with the destruction he had caused rushed over him. Vegeta leaned in to whispered in her ear. His hot breath drifted down her neck causing a spasm of delightful shivers. "Sorry, I ripped your bra."

It took Bulma a long moment to comprehend what the dark velvety voice had said to her. She dropped her head to the curve of his neck, breathing deep the intoxicating temptations of his mortal body. "I don't care. You can rip my bra, my shirt, and my underwear from my body. I will just buy more." She reached up to drape one arm along his shoulders and pulled him closer. She trailed her tongue over the warm flesh of his neck. "All that matters is how much I need you now."

Bulma knelt down and pulled on the button to his pants, and he panicked. "Wait!"

She didn't miss a beat; with skilled fingers she worked the zipper down and pulled him free of the boxers. "I have had enough of waiting." The words were almost like a wicked purr of victory.

The feeling of her hands slipping over the head and length of his erection caused his abdomen to clench violently. Palms gripped the edge of the bed and his fingers bit into the mattress. Vegeta locked his forearms seeking support. He struggled for thought, wanting to tell her what he feared. Yet this new feeling, embarrassment, was holding him back. Damn, it was so hard to think of anything more than the feeling of her caressing his hard aching body.

Groaning in defeat, Vegeta let his head fall back. Closing his eyes, he basked in the feeling. The steamy sensation of her mouth gliding over him took him by surprise. A sharp cry of pleasure filled the air and Vegeta flew forward. He was dying all over again.

Bulma loved the control she was exerting over Vegeta. She knew this was his first time and she planned on making it so impossibly good for him. She was certain that he had no idea just how much moaning he was doing between each ragged breath. Oh yes, she knew he was having trouble breathing. It had crossed her mind to be gentler with her new lover, but she dismissed it. He had come to her world to experience what life was really like. Far be it for her to hold back during the best part.

She gave one final nip at his engorged manhood and stood up. Vegeta was more than ready. Bulma stepped back so he could keep his eyes on her while she took off her clothing. Shirt, bra, skirt, it all fell to the floor unneeded, unwanted. The mere thought of her naked flesh touching his was enough to cause the wetness to seep from between her legs.

Following her movements, Vegeta stood and the pants fell from his thighs. As he stepped out of them, Bulma got her first full view of his naked body, and what a body it was. He looked as if he was chiseled to perfection; each limb flowed perfectly into the next. She reached out to touch him again. A means of assuring herself that he was real. The warm skin that covered that magnificent body was soft to the touch, in sharp contrast to the hardness of his muscle.

Vegeta kissed her and Bulma sighed into it allowing her hands to play over the columns of his shoulders. She turned to lay down on the bed pulling him with her. Bulma was careful not to touch the gashes on his back as they descended onto the firm contours of her mattress.

Vegeta felt his hardness pressing down on the supple curves below him. He lifted himself over her while looking down at her firm breasts to her tight waist. He moved to touch her breasts with one hand before tenderly squeezing it. Vegeta looked to Bulma for her reaction. Her lust-filled eyes were on him; they seemed to beg him to continue.

Bulma arched toward him as his hot lips closed around her aching nipple. "Oh Vegeta..." The words were like a breathy prayer as she locked her hands into his black hair. She had to hold onto something. The world around her was spinning and she clung to him for dear life. The scent of him was causing her thighs to dampen and waves of longing to race through the pit of her stomach. Oh how she needed this, needed him! Bulma knew somewhere on a primal plane that she could not wait much longer for Vegeta to truly make her his.

Encouraged, his large palm made its way over her stomach. He studied the flawless design with supreme interest, and then he went lower.

Bulma moaned and bit her lip. She wanted nothing more than for this seductive game to be over. She wanted his hardness plunging in and out of her in rapid-fire succession. All she desired at this moment was to ease the ache that had been growing within her since the first time she touched him. But wait she would.

Vegeta was basking in the tender touches he was lavishing upon his woman. Each tiny cry that worked it way from her throat was causing shivers of delight to course through him. Vegeta loved the way she arched and squirmed against him. The demanding writhing of her body bespoke so much to him. He trailed his mouth lower. This was his night. The one he had wanted and waited for. It had seemed an eternity to get to this point with her. Vegeta would not see it end in undue haste.

The feeling of his fingers drifting over the velvety folds of her womanhood made Bulma's body shudder in delight. "Vegeta..." The breathy plea was barely a whisper but filled with more emotion than a hundred shouts.

He watched her body trembling violently. Had merely allowing his fingers contact to her dampened core affected her so intensely? Vegeta looked down at his moist fingers. Curious, he tasted the slick wetness between the pads of his fingers.

Bulma recovered enough to open her eyes in time to see him lifting his hand to his mouth and savoring her essence with his tongue. Swallowing thickly she groaned in torment.

He smiled at her and arched an eyebrow wickedly. "Sweet."

"So were you," she whispered. Then on a more serious note she added, "I don't know how much longer I can stand this Vegeta. Make love to me."

"I want to be with you, Bulma." Vegeta made his desire known in the tone of urgency that threaded its way into his voice.

"Yes. I already know," she whimpered. She was confused as to why he was holding back. After all the times they had touched and kissed, Bulma was sure he knew that her body was his for the taking. The restraint that he was showing in the midst of their lovemaking was beyond any suffering torment she had experienced so far. The throbbing between her legs was demanding she take immediate action. "Why haven't you taken me yet?" She swallowed hard as a drop of perspiration ran down the side of her face and into her hair. "I need you inside me, Vegeta."

He heard the plea in her voice and knew that he could let his insecurities plague Bulma no longer. The time for doubt was gone. It had to be cast behind him and forgotten. Vegeta lifted her legs and positioned himself against her.

"Are you ready?" He watched her eager nod. He was sure that at this moment she would do anything to get him to comply. "For this I gave up heaven itself." Then Vegeta moved forward and found out what true heaven really was.

He had reentered Heaven. A new heaven that was much more than the eternal place devoid of all pain. This was a place that went beyond that magical realm. Time stood still while pleasure flooded his sensations. It took Vegeta in the warm waves of rapture and insisted on more. That is what it felt like. Even though it only made the desire building in him worse. It was so exquisitely wonderful and painful all at once. Vegeta pulled back and thrust forward again. This time he was more forceful. He couldn't help it. Bracing himself on his hands he pushed hard into her body. Each thrust drawing more frantic reactions from Bulma. It was her hands on his shoulders; their sharp little nails breaking open crescent moon slits into his flesh. Then her legs driving her hips forward to take each frantic plunge of his body deeper; but most of all it was the way her body clung to him.

Bulma panted as the feeling of his hard rod rocked faster within her. It felt so good to have him finally as she had dreamed. She tightened herself around him and held on for dear life. Every step taking them closer to the pinnacle of what they sought until it was upon them.

Vegeta jerked and pushed deeper with each thrust trying to expend every ounce of his white-hot passion within her.

It was these deep plunges that sent Bulma spiraling over the edge. She could feel his climax spurring her on until she fell back on the pillow drenched in her sweat. She felt her heart hammering in her chest and ears. She gasped for air for long moments before the powerful feeling of her orgasm began to subside.

Vegeta lay next to her on his stomach clinging to a pillow. He looked at her and then his eyes traveled the length of her body; from her messy hair, flushed face, taut nipples and damp thighs. The sight of that caused him to swallow hard and a muscle in his cheek to twitch. Closing his eyes, he buried his face in the pillow.

The sight brought a smile to her lips. She had pleased her angel well.