High Below - Down Above

Chapter 1: Tukrat ~ The Legend

Author: ~ Nephiel Nephilim ~ (& Ckepsiel)

Paring: Bulma & Vegeta

Rating: …uhm… we'll see ^.^'

Warnings: A lot of swearing done by Veggy(obviously=^.^=)

Archive: First chapter of the getting together. Once I'll be done with them getting together(and if I get a positive answer from the readers), I might consider writing the Trunks Saga, Bra Saga and maybe even another interesting plot(gnek-gnek-gnek…eheeeem…O_o)

Disclaimer: Ok…I don't own any of the characters of this fic(except for: Garth, Chaz, Dorath and minor characters), they're property of Akira Toriyama, Toei Animation . . . etc.

Summary: Bulma gets into the likings of a certain Chaz, who turns out to be a fallen angel, and his beautiful and cruel brother, Garth.(Seeing the fact that I needed other characters, the real DBZ plot line had to be changed so I ended up…yet again…in another A\U fic. .:sigh:.)

Notes: Ok people, this is my third Bulma & Vegeta fic.(for your information, the other two are: Nightmare -lemon- & Once Again -citrus- Along with Once Again, High Below - Down Above may turn out to be another epic type of fic, although whether it does depends on how much the first chap is appreciated ¤.¤ A very hot and sinful way of paring the couple up(and when you think it can't get more perverse…It will. HA!) oh!! I almost forgot…it begins a week after the advertisements of Mirai Trunks, and NOOOOOOO!!!! The fic isn't all hentai, it's romantic, funny and even dramatic…well my favorite mix, as for Yamcha…too bad >_<

"….." = Talking '……' = thinking *……..* = telepathy

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It was already 09:16 am but Bulma was still sleeping, after the fight that she had had with Yamcha the night before, she had cried herself to sleep. As far as she was concerned Yamcha was playing with his baseball team, and with her father away on a two month trip with Mrs. Briefs she had been left behind at Capsule Corporation with the only company of Vegeta…well as if you could call it company, he practically lived almost symbiotically with the GR(Gravity Room). She was forced to go to the mall to buy some new clothes for Vegeta because with the last explosions of the GR, he had managed to reduce the number of his clothing, and since she didn't have much to do in this period she decided to indulge herself into spending money and so off she went after having breakfast and dressing up.

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The night before…

Yamcha had called telling her that he couldn't make it to their date because the coach had asked him to train extra. Bulma had believed him and arranged another way of spending the night alone, she came up with the idea of going to see a movie.

Bulma was driving on the main road when her hover car broke down, Bulma got of, encapsulated the machine and began to search for a CC shop where she could buy a hover bike or something as long as it brought her to the theatre. She was walking along the sidewalk when she noticed a red convertible parked in a hoer-like-motel parking lot, she waked over to machine and looked in.

'It's Yamcha's!!! Coach asked me to train extra ha? Coach my ass!!!!' thought bitterly Bulma, she walked to the lobby and asked if a certain guy had booked in for the night. The concierge confirmed her thoughts and gave her the extra keys thinking that Bulma was the guy's hoer for the night. Bulma learned that Yamcha was a habitué of the place and a sudden sad rage washed over her. She walked down the hall until she came to the room number 34. She slid the key and opened the door, she could hear voices coming from the bedroom. She made a run to the source of the moaning and panting and slammed the door open and turning on the lights. The two on the bed stopped immediately their activity and a veil of awkwardness covered the room. Yamcha looked into Bulma's eyes.

"B-Bu-Bu…Bulma, let me explain," stammered Yamcha getting up and pushing the slut away. He covered himself with a sheet and walked towards his former girlfriend.

"B-Bu-Bu…Bulma, let me explain. What?! Don't you dare come close to me you fuckin' asshole, I can see your coach enjoys your skills doesn't he? You are so pathetically insecure Yamcha that you have to fuck every slut in the city so you don't feel a looser but guess what…no matter what you do you were, are and always will be a useless waste of space and air. Your life is just a mistake, don't you get it? You'll always be a worthless slut….oh, I don't need to tell you that it's over between us do I?" finished Bulma coldly, she had managed to imitate Vegeta's facial expression when she insulted him. She turned around and left the room but not before saying something to the slut that lay on the bed, "Hey bitch! Watch out, this guy may have AIDS!!!" screamed Bulma while she turned around and left.

Yamcha was speechless, this time she hadn't blown her top. Looking into her eyes and listening to her words were like being beaten shitless by…Vegeta. That's who her cold voice reminded him of, surely living with him had brought her to adopt some of his personality. Even the facial expression was Vegeta's but the words she had spitted out were so stinging that he realized for the first time what she really thought of him, and it hurt…it hurt really badly.

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Presently, at the mall . . . .

"Oh good morning Miss Briefs, what brings you here may I ask?" asked Dorath(it's a girl), the shop assistant, who had grown to know Bulma and her maniacal way of spending money on clothing and accessories.

"Oh hello Dorath, nothin' I just came here to buy some men clothes for my friend, you know…I've been here with him a couple of weeks ago said Bulma.

"Oh yes, I remember. That handsome young man, how could anyone forget him?" replied Dorath, "Some new clothing for men has arrived this morning, it's from the new autumn-winter collection by Fersace(in case they might try to sue $_$)" informed Dorath.

"Oh, I'd like to see those then," said Bulma "Dorath? Could you tell me if there's anything new in the women section?" continued Bulma.

"No, I'm sorry miss Briefs, the winter Fersace collection for women will arrive only tomorrow," replied the assistant "We do have the list of the clothing though, you may want to look at them and choose which ones I can reserve for you" offered Dorath.

"Thank you Dorath, you know me far too well" said Bulma smiling.

After buying almost fifteen outfits, Bulma's stomach began to complain and so she thought she could drop into Pizza Hat(he he, I'm gettin' paranoid here>_<) and buy a few pizza's, she wasn't going to be able to arrive home in time to cook for her dumb-ass Sayan guest, Vegeta.

The West Side Mall was enormous, it could contain over 50 shops, 15 restaurants and 7 recreational centers, not to mention that in its 6 story compound it also had a tennis, basket-ball, soccer and volley-ball court; three humongous outdoor pools and two indoor ones. The shop where Bulma had bought the clothing for Vegeta was at the last floor, where the most expensive shops were and where the security was even more numerous; as she headed to the glass elevator, she began to think of what her life had been so far. Oh yeah, she had wonderful friends but even though among them she had had a story with Yamcha she felt that something was missing, it was an instinct more or less but she still had to understand what type of instinct it was.

After unloading the car from the pizzas and the bags of clothing, Bulma headed to the kitchen, to her surprise he still hadn't come out of the GR though this gave her time to prepare the table and bring the clothes into Vegeta's room. Bulma dropped the bags on the floor near the dining table, she took out the five level plate stand and placed the pizza's on it, she took out a pack of napkins and two bottles of coke and beer, a couple of glasses and the pizza cutter. She washed her hands, took the bags and headed to Vegeta's room.

Meanwhile in the GR……

"I will defeat you Kaarot, and I'll prove once more that nobody can surpass the Prince of Sayans!!" screamed Vegeta while he continued his intense training.

A week had gone by since that strange super Sayan had definitely defeated Freezer taking away Vegeta's last chance of avenging his race's extermination.

Suddenly two noises caught his attention, the grumbling of his stomach that had gotten louder in the last half an hour and now even the GR control system kicked in insisting on him to finish his training and go eat.

He had managed to ignore the demands from his stomach because even if he left the GR to go eat, he had sensed that the woman wouldn't be there with his food ready…and so he decided to wait until she came back to: first, flame her for making him wait his dinner, second, for not having anything ready to eat and third…for daring to leave him alone without telling the exact location where she was heading to…even though he had to admit that that last part was something more than just an issue.

He demanded to know when, where and why she would leave…

'I mean…I don't care where she goes, or do I? After all, doesn't she have work to do? What's with this wondering around?' she had broken of with scar face so now she had no reason to go wondering about without anybody controlling her…without him controlling her………

'THE HELL!?!?!?!? What do I care what she does or doesn't do? She's none of my concern.' And with that settled he turned off the GR, walked out into the hall that connected the training area to the living area. He walked past the side of the compound that Bulma's parents lived in, soon enough he had reached the gate that divided the laboratories from the living areas and so he decided to take a shortcut. He levitated over the gardens, pools and tennis court until he reached the opposite side of Bulma's part of the house.

He had to admit that she had chosen the best side of the compound. During cool nights, the wind would blow from the forest behind her side of the house into every room and the silence was almost too soothing that you wouldn't realize an earthquake not even if it pulled you to death.

Vegeta landed on his big balcony and walked into his room when a movement caught his attention. It was the woman.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" asked Vegeta roughly trying to hide his surprised relief that she had returned from her outing. Although what had major surprised him was the fact that he was so absorbed in his thoughts of her that he hadn't sensed her being back at CC.

"Listen buddy, the only reason I came in the room I'M letting you use is because I had to give you the things I bought for you today at the mall!!" screamed Bulma tightening her fists so much that her knuckles were almost white. "I mean, first I'm kind enough to let you live in my house since you don't seem to have anywhere else to live. Second I build and constantly fix the GR so you can train, ignoring the fact that you want to beat to death Goku-san. Last but not least I take the job to cook for you and spend my precious time and money to buy you things and what do I get? I GET TREATED LIKE SHIT!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!!?!" screamed Bulma on the verge of breaking the glass doors.

"First, I didn't ask you to buy me anything. Second, you dare call that intoxicating shit you cook food? Third, you should feel honored that I train in that worthless piece of crap that blows up when I power up on minimum and last but not least, my problem is YOU!! Got that? Good. Now leave!!!" screamed impatiently Vegeta.

"Whatever!!! What the hell was I thinking when I said you could come and live here at my house is beyond my comprehension!!!!" screamed Bulma finally leaving Vegeta alone. He just humphed and headed to have a shower.

In the living room……

Bulma was thinking on how things had changed since the lavender haired boy(yeah, it's Mirai Trunks alright) came to warn them about the upcoming of the androids. Ever since that day Vegeta began to close himself much longer in the GR, and he wouldn't be so talkative or more likely argument-hungry with her. She kind of missed it, because in a sick kind of way she liked it when his attention was drawn totally to her, unfortunately back then she was still with Yamcha and that's why she didn't realize, 'till now, that she felt an attraction towards that arrogant-bastard-damn sexy-hot prince, Vegeta.

He had been grumpy and rude before, but this was the first time that he had treated her so badly. Bulma walked up to her room and took her capsule box and a set of keys, she went back downstairs wrote a note and left the capsule corporation grounds to take some days away from that hectic life style that was tearing her nerves and heart apart. Bulma had now been driving for almost four hours but she still felt the need to run, run away from the pain that Vegeta caused with his carelessness…'Doesn't he get it that I'm flirting with him…from the way he treated me back at CC I guess not. Damn it! Why did I have to go and fall for the jerk. I'll probably be old and ugly before he realizes that I have a crush on him…wait a minute…Sayans age much more slowly than humans do so this means, that when I'll be on my sixties he won't look a year over his thirties. Kuso!!' Bulma kept pondering on her situation for a couple of minutes before she decided that she was too tired to keep driving, and so she settled on the idea of staying away from CC for a couple of days.

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At a graveyard……

Three shadows crept along a marked path.

"Prince Garth, we just received the news that your younger brother Chaziel has been marked a fallen angel. He should be somewhere on earth in a couple of days, do you wish that we retrieve him and bring him to y . . . " the little fox like demon got struck by the prince of Vampires, the ex lieutenant of the angels: the angel of blood, Garthiel.

"Silence, I have no need to see Chaziel. What feeds my interests is another thing. I have recently found out that in order to create the perfect being the only one capable of overthrowing god's army, I must impregnate a human like being . . . " Garth got interrupted by Dumarì, a minor wise demon.

"My lord, I dare ask. What do you mean by human like being?" asked Dumarì.

"Neither I quite understand, it's written in the ancient book of Tukrat that: the avenger of hell will be the son of a blood hearted prince not human and a female birthed on earth but with the soul of an angel, she will be conceived on the anniversary of the birth of the white book's savior. She will be brought to the light of the sun 9 months, 9 days and 9 hours after the last day of the year of her concievment. Her real soul will sleep until the day of her 23rd birthday, when she will wake up she will remember her real essence, loose the capacity of having feelings and she will carry on her duty no matter what the cost is. There is one thing that makes me wonder you know Dumarì. If her soul is the one of a feeling less angel then . . ." Garth trailed off, both him and Dumarì knew what he meant. If the mother of the savior was truly a soulless angel then, there would be no way of making her do whatever they wanted to.

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Back at CC, three weeks after……

Vegeta didn't know what to think, she had left after their fight and it had been three weeks since then. Usually when they fought she would indeed get angry with him, and in some rare occasions she would go ride her car for a couple of hours, but never had she been gone for the night. After several times of trying to train he finally realized why he couldn't do the things that he would normally do, he missed her. The only time that he had felt this feeling was when he was very young and he had been torn away from his planet. He hadn't wanted to have this damned feeling messing with his mind anymore, that was why he had turned off every feeling from his heart, but now here he was torturing himself because his mate was missing.

'She's my mate, even though we haven't made love I linked with her without even noticing it.' Vegeta still didn't know what to do, he had already tried to feel her ki and her thoughts but he didn't feel anything.

'She's probably too far away,' though Vegeta. After having dinner, he headed to bed . . . her bed, the only place where he could have a less painful slumber, but as time passed by so did her scent from her sheets. Vegeta would normally walk up to her bed and lay on it, grab her pillow and nuzzle it taking in her scent, it relieved him but only a bit, enough to let him sleep.

Motel Sheitsuo……

Bulma started the engines, she had been away from CC long enough to figure out her feelings, even though she had to take a huge boost on her pride, that night she had admitted to herself that she loved Vegeta, it wasn't just a crush. She had stayed away for so long precisely because she had somehow convinced herself that she just had a crush for the guy, and she thought that given some time alone, the feeling would have subsided…but no, she was truly in love with him. She loved Vegeta, and with this settled straight she headed back home to the one she loved, firmly convinced in making him fall in love with her.

She had now been riding for a couple of hours when the lights of her car made out the image of a young man kneeling on the side of the road.

A bit scared, Bulma stopped her car and got out of it. The young man seemed to have passed out, he was laying on his stomach so Bulma decided to turn him around and maybe try to understand what was wrong with him. After calling the ambulance Bulma watched as the young man was being brought to the nearest hospital. She then got back into her car and headed to CC, it would be along ride and she'd probably get there only the following morning.

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CC - around 7:30……

Vegeta got up and after having a wake up shower he headed to the kitchen to have breakfast when his sensitive nose picked up a familiar smell.

'It smells like fried eggs and bacon. I wonder who cooked it since, Bulma's mother is still away with her husband.' Thought Vegeta as he entered the kitchen, when he saw who was standing by the table serving his plate and hers with breakfast, he nearly dropped his mouth wide open.

"Good morning Vegeta! Sleep well? I was a bit worried 'cause you usually wake up at five…" Bulma couldn't continue because she got pinned to the wall by a very troubled Sayan mate.

"Where the hell have you been?!?!?!" yelled Vegeta. Bulma froze for a moment before she realized how serious Vegeta was.

"I thought that since I am your problem (remember? He said that when she asked him what his problem was), that maybe if I left for a couple of days you would be able to train in peace…" Bulma couldn't finish her sentence because Vegeta had pressed his lips on hers, hushing her and finally releasing all the angst that he had collected during her absence. Bulma didn't know how to react so she just gave in to her instincts and kissed him back surprising him. After holding her tightly Vegeta laid her on the floor and began kissing her eyelids, cheeks and nose. Bulma too got carried away by her emotions and she began massaging his back until she felt a slight pain on her left shoulder, the pain immediately subsided as Vegeta began licking the bite mark with his tongue. Vegeta waited for a couple of minutes but with a sight he remembered that by not being a sayan, Bulma couldn't understand or react to his action when suddenly he too felt a slight pain on his left shoulder, Bulma didn't know why Vegeta had bitten her but when she heard him sight a bit hurt she instinctively knew that he had expected her to do the same thing to him and so she did. Vegeta raised his head and looked slightly surprised into Bulma's eyes, he hadn't expected her to bite him but when she did he thought that he could die from sheer delight, his gaze then fell on Bulma's cherry lips, a bit of his blood was still on the edge of her mouth giving her a wild-sexy sayan image.

"Vegeta?" began Bulma.

"…..hmm?"

"Why did you bite me?" continued Bulma.

"Why did you?" asked Vegeta, he was very well aware that she couldn't possibly answer correctly.

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Vegeta lifted his head from nipping her neck, and looked into her thoughtful eyes.

"Why did YOU bite me too Bulma?" asked Vegeta, she looked back at him and smiled.

"Because you wanted me to, didn't you?" ask-answered Bulma cleverly.

"…yes I did. I marked you as mine. You are now my mate, forever." Then he got up and pulled her up too, bit her nose and comfortingly received a bite on his chin, then they both sat down to eat breakfast.

"Any normal girl would feel like a piece of meat if the guy they loved treated her like a property…" Bulma picked up her fork but stopped to look at Vegeta with a smile, "…but strangely, the way you said it, it makes me feel special." Bulma leaned over to Vegeta and kissed his cheek. Vegeta blushed and kept his stare on her as she continued, "sometimes you say sweet things Vegeta, and they're so wonderful that they make up to your usual insults and bad-ass attitude. Now, lets finish our breakfast before it gets cold shall we?" asked Bulma as both resumed their meal to later on continue their normal routine.

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Hey there!! Did you like my first chap? Wait 'till I get to the real yummy stuff he-he ^.^