Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Their Assignment ❯ Chapter 17

As the light faded, Bulma suddenly found herself standing on a small hill in an unfamiliar place. She looked around, startled that she hadn't been immediately returned to her mate. Then she noticed the young man lying in the tall grass staring up at the sky. As she got closer she recognized him.

"I'm surprised to see you here," she said quietly as she stood over him, blocking his view of the stars. He turned his light blue eyes toward her and gave a small smile.

"I'll bet." Mirai sat up. "Here, sit down. I wanted to talk with you."

Bulma joined him on the grassy knoll. She noticed as she did so that she was wearing a white spandex suit with a trailing dark blue robe held together at the waist only with a gold sash. She had simple gold bracelets on and her boots were white with gold clasps. She could feel that part of her hair was pulled back but the rest fell down her back in soft waves. She briefly wished she had a mirror before she remembered why she was there. "So what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Nothing in particular… You remembered your assignment didn't you?" he watched her out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes, but how…?" she looked closely at him, "You seem so familiar to me. Did I know you in Heaven or something?"

"No. You want to know a secret? I never really liked these constellations as much as I liked the winter ones," he gestured to the sky. Bulma looked up and watched as the stars disappeared, reappearing in a completely different pattern. She jerked her head back toward him.

"Hey, those aren't Earth's normal constellations! You're a demon!" she accused him.

"Only half," he corrected her, unruffled by her sudden suspicion. "Half angel too. Which makes me human. Or more accurately, since humans have interbred so much and are now so far removed from their heritage as to have lost their abilities, that makes me Saiyan." Bulma's fierce expression faded to one of bewilderment as she regarded the familiar stranger before her.

"Saiyan? I've never heard that term before," Bulma murmured doubtfully to herself.

"It's a fairly new term. But that's not what I came here to talk to you about. Your assignment. You do realize that you don't have to be set in stone on the way to go about it don't you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked him carefully, watching him for some idea as to what he was hinting at.

"I'm just saying when you consider all your alternatives that you shouldn't disregard the stories you were raised on is all."

"I see. Was there anything else?" she asked giving a slight nod, turning his statement over in her mind.

"No not really, no. And don't worry about the time you've wasted here. It won't be reflected in the real world."

"It won't?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Well I can't say anything about your meeting with that angel but for this conversation only a couple of seconds will have passed out there. Actually… I could also send your mind back to your body within a couple seconds of your getting summoned if you'd like," he offered hesitantly.

"You can do that?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes well, let's just say that time is a matter of special interest to me. Controlling space in this place is too easy, and I like a challenge. It's kind of a personality trait I picked up from both of my parents." He smiled faintly as if he were amused by something.

"Alright. If you can do it send me back as close as possible."

"Okay. Goodbye."

"Wait! I just got an idea! Can I ask you a favor?" she stopped him as he raised a hand.

"What is it?" he asked cautiously.

"I was just wondering if you'd do something for me, nothing big. It would be just like what you're doing for me now."

"Oh yeah? Tell me what it is exactly."

"Okay here's what I'd like you to do," Bulma quickly outlined a plan of what she wanted him to do. When she finished Mirai smiled and quickly agreed.

"Alright then. I'll see you around," he said, once more raising his hand.

"Catch you later, and thanks!"

"Did I hurt you?" Vegeta asked concerned, when he felt the power briefly surge within her.

"Hurt me?" she spoke with a sultry laugh, pushing him until she was on top. "Oh no. I just want to be sure I'll be able to keep up with you. For the rest of the night."

Bulma stretched and turned over, bumping into something hard… and warm… and breathing… and Vegeta! Her eyes snapped open as she remembered the previous night to find amused onyx eyes laughing at her morning daze.

"You have a very curious thought process when you wake up you know that?"

"Thought process?" she asked him blankly watching his sensuous lips curve up into a faint half smile.

"We're bonded now Bulma. I can hear your thoughts." /Including the one that's now wondering about the odds of repeating last ni-/

"Stop that! Stay out of there!" she exclaimed blushing.

"Why should I?" he nipped her bottom lip playfully.

"Never mind, just keep your mind in your own head buster!" A knock at the bedroom door interrupted her from what she was about to say next. Before she could answer her mother stuck her head in the door.

"Dear you have… comp…an…y…"She trailed off, staring at her daughter with the strange young man in bed with her.

"Oh…uh, hi mom. Mom this is Vegeta, Vegeta this is my mom. Mom, Vegeta and I got married according to his culture's customs last night, but I'm thinking we can have an official ceremony later." Bulma was blushing furiously as she pulled her sheet up more firmly.

"Married? You… there's someone in the parlor for you, I'm going to go make snacks…" her mother spoke faintly staring at the seemingly expressionless Vegeta who looked at her from where he sat half covered, propped against the headboard. "But…dear? Does your father know about this?"

"I'm fairly sure he doesn't. Although when he does I'm sure I'll hear about," Bulma spoke politely through her blush. Vegeta grinned at her because he was close enough to hear her mutter under her breath, "For months, if not years."

"Well, if you're happy… Oooh, he is handsome though isn't he?" her mother squealed, over her initial shock and already picturing the gorgeous grandchildren she was going to get from this.

"Yes mom. Mom?"

"What dear?" she asked, once more firmly entrenched in la la land.

"You said something about company?"

"Oh that's right! I'll tell him you'll be with them in a bit! Cakes! I can make some cakes! And tea! He must be thirsty!" With that her mother happily shut the door and traipsed downstairs to play hostess.

"That… was scary. Is she always like that?" Vegeta asked her with a pained expression.

"Uh huh. I'll just go down and- Kami! We're late for school!" Bulma exclaimed as her eye landed on the clock.

"We're not going to school."

"We're not?" Bulma asked, turning back to him.

"Nope, not for the rest of the week. First off I don't feel like it and besides there's also the getting your family used to the idea of us. We're mated woman. That means we don't get bothered for the rest of the week. In fact I should by rights kill the person who dared to try visiting you today but since you are my mate and frown upon needless slayings I'll refrain."

"Aww how sweet! You'd do that just for me?" her voice was filled with a syrupy sarcasm that made him smirk in response. "Just how did you explain all this to the school?" she asked changing the subject before he could change his mind. His smile told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. She smiled back thinly at him then carefully veiled her thoughts so that he couldn't read them. "School Vegeta?" He scowled at her in annoyance before answering.

"Well I was going to tell them we couldn't come because of cultural customs but I decided that since you're an angel and I'm a demon that our absence would more likely fall under religious reasons."

"How clever."

"I thought so. You should go tell that person to get lost so you can mark me back."

"Oh really? How do you know I haven't already marked you?" she asked him as she walked to her closet to get some clothes.

"You don't think I'd have felt it? You know, I wouldn't put on too many layers if I were you woman. You're just going to lose them when you get back up here," Vegeta informed her arrogantly.

"I'm an angel Vegeta, we mark our mates differently than you do. And you do realize however that I'm going to hold you to that don't you male?" she asked before walking out the door with a sassy twist of her hips. She could hear his laugh following her as she made her way to the stairs, tugging the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows. She was shocked at her behavior but somehow being around just made her feel so… Bulma couldn't find a word so she just walked to her lab instead.

The blue haired woman walked into the parlor as her mother came up with a tray. "I'll get it mom. Would you do me a favor and make Vegeta breakfast please?" //Hey Veggie, what do you want to eat?//

/Don't call me that! I'll eat anything, just make sure there's lots of it./

"And could you make it an extra large breakfast? He eats a lot of food," Bulma gave her a small smile.

"Oh sure dear! He is after all a part of the family now isn't he?" her mother tittered, reminded once more of the lovely grandchildren she would no doubt be having soon.

"Thanks mom," Bulma took the tray and walked into the room. She stopped short when she recognized the person standing by the fireplace looking with interest at the pictures. "Oh, it's you. I'm surprised and yet I'm somehow not."

"Yeah I know what you mean. I never would have thought that I could be an angel. I mean I definitely don't feel like what I thought an angel should always be like."

"I can see how you'd think that," Bulma conceded placing the tray on the coffee table. He gave her a quick grin in response. "Here have a seat."

"Aw, and you mated with a demon. It's a pity that. I can't flirt with you anymore. He'd pound my face in."

"He'd pound your face in anyways. You're an angel and you're not one of his," she responded dryly.

"Yeah I guess you're right," he ran a hand through his hair. "So what's the plan oh fearless leader?" he asked taking the teacup she handed him.

"That is a bit tricky, but I thought about it last night and I have a basic plan. There are a couple of wrinkles but if I interpreted that remark Vegeta made correctly then I have a whole week, give or take a day, to work them out. I stopped by my lab on my way here since I figured it was you. Take this capsule. You'll need this for what I want you to do." He placed the capsule in his designer shirt pocket.

"So I need this for what?" the third angel asked. He listened intently as she explained her plan to him. By the end of it he was grinning. "That's going to put a couple of people's noses out of joint, but it would so work. I'll get right on it!"

"Alright. Can you keep in touch with me on this? I'd kind of like to know how things are going on your end."

"Not a problem. I'll let you know how things turn out. Although you should speak with Krillin and make sure they'll let us get away with something like that."

"I don't care if they try to stop us or not. We're doing it!" Bulma's eyes flashed as she spoke.

"Wow, I'm so glad you're in charge. If we get called in for questioning on this then you'll be the one to take the heat," he observed standing up. "Alright, I'll see you later. You know, if you ever get tired of the demon prince…" he trailed off suggestively.

"Go."

They were both laughing as he made his way outside.