Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's New Love ❯ Meeting an Angel ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own any of DBZ...don't sue me...I'm broke *S*




* Memories. Memories is all I have now of the onna. She has left me here to wallow in grief. It hasn't been any more then four years now. Trunks and Bra miss their mother something terrible. My heart is gone; the reason for living is gone now. Bulma was my world, my mate, my everything gone because of some sickness humans call cancer. It ravaged her body, leaving no cell untouched.
The onna on her deathbed asked me to take care of the brats, raise them all by myself. I didn't know how to do this. I had training to do, I never quit training always racing to surpass Kakarott. But now I don't have the will to even train. There are no verbal fights with the onna anymore. Dende how I loved her when her temper flared. The way her eyes would stare me down, not wavering. She was the only one to stand up to the Prince of all Saiyans. Pride, courage, and the love I miss the most. I don't show the others how much I miss my Little Onna. *

"Daddy, can I go to Pan's house to play please?" Bra whined over her breakfast plate with puppy dog eyes staring at Vegeta. He grunted and looked down from the morning newspaper.
"Trunks! Get your ass in here right now brat!" Vegeta yelled. Trunks slid down the banister of the stairs and ran into the kitchen grabbing some food on his way to the table.
"Yes Dad, what you need?" He asked shoveling the food in as fast as he could.
"Take Bra over to Kakarott's brats house to play with his brat."
"No can do Dad, I have a meeting in twenty minutes with some big shots on a big project. You can fly her over, won't take more then a few minutes." Trunks said trying to tie his tie and throw on his suit jacket. Vegeta growled under his breath and looked back over to Bra. She was still giving those puppy dog eyes her mother use to give him when she wanted something so much. With a heavy sigh he put the paper down and "hmmpft".
"Princess get your stuff ready, I'll fly you over. You have five minutes, if you not ready by then I'm going to train." He said getting up from the table and depositing his plates into the sink. Bra jumped up and hugged her Daddy and exited the room fast to collect her stuff.

"Bye Dad I'll see you tonight!" Trunks half shouted as he races out the back door running for the next building to get to his important meeting. Vegeta went out the same door looking across to the huge CC building, his Onna's dream. Trunks has taken it over when he was old enough to run the business, taking time out of his training to keep it going. Something out of the corner of his eye caught the prince's attention. A blue flash of some sort. He quickly turned; hoping it would be Bulma, but he knew it wasn't her she was gone from his life. A cute little onna was walking on the sidewalk by the office building. She had light baby blue hair, a small frame and was a lot shorter then Bulma was. She was trying to juggle her briefcase in one hand, a box of who knows what with the other and all the while trying to walk and keep her coffee cup up right with out spilling it's content on the ground. Vegeta smirked as he saw her trouble of walking with her hands full. He shook his head and was getting ready to walk back in the house to call Bra one last time before he gave up on her when he heard a crash and a female cursing. He glanced over his shoulder to see the blue hair onna flat on her behind with everything scattered for yards around her. She was holding her left hand muttering 'baka, baka, baka' over and over.
'This should be interesting' Vegeta thought as he walked towards her. He could already see the crystal tears on her cheeks, staining them. His stomach tied in a knot. 'She looks so much like Bulma, it's uncanny' He smirked again before he got to the fallen woman.
"You hurt?" A gruff voice entered the air. The woman looked up trying to wipe away a few tears from her face with her shoulder. Vegeta spotted her hand she was holding and noticed blood seeping thru her fingers. He mentally kicked himself for asking such a stupid question.
You could tell the onna was trying not to cry out as Vegeta knelt down beside her to check the wound.

"Daddy I'm ready now!" Bra shouted as she slammed the back door shut. She noticed her father helping a young woman near the office building and smiled.
'Daddy has been alone for so long now.....I wish he'd find someone like Mommy was. He deserves to be happy.' Bra sighed as she watched her father helping the woman up to her feet and helped her keep balance while they walked towards the Brief's house.
"Brat, go pick up all those papers this baka onna dropped over there," Vegeta commanded in a not so happy voice at Bra. Bra looked closer at the woman as they got closer to the house.
'She looks so much like Mom but with lighter hair.' she smiled to herself and went to pick up the huge mess of papers that was scattered about.

Vegeta steered the onna to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap forcing her hand under the cold stream of water. She hissed thru her teeth and bit back a sob, her knees becoming weak with the pain. Vegeta inspected the ugly torn flesh on her hand. It was pretty deep wound by the look of it.
He grabbed some paper towels and gently applied pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. She looked up, her violet eyes connecting with Vegeta's deep black eyes.
"T...th..Thank you sir, fo.. for helping m..Me" She spoke quietly to him. Vegeta was taken back by her beautiful eyes. He never saw anyone with eyes like she possessed. His jaw hung slack for a second before he caught himself and put the angry scowl back on his face.
"You walk much Onna?" He asked her looking at the hand once again. A blush flashed across her cheeks under the tears. She knew she was a klutz of the worse kind.
"Evidently not enough sir. By the way, I'm Angela. People call me Angel at the office. Sorry I didn't catch your name." Angel half asked half hissed at him as he drug her to the kitchen table with a first aid kit.
"Why should my name be a concern of yours?" Vegeta asked gruffly as he pulled out a syringe and what looked like a needle and thread.
"Because I would like to know who I'm thanking for helping me out please." She said in a pleasant voice. Her voice was like music to his ears. It was soft, wispy, and didn't make his ears drums pound.
"I'm Vegeta." He said jabbing the needle into her hand as she let out a yelp in pain. Angel's eyes flashed, she knew the name well from people from the company. Everyone seemed afraid of this man. 'but why am I not afraid of him?' she thought to herself as she watched him stitch her palm. She made a face before she spoke again.
"You are Trunks' father then?" Vegeta nodded his head as he worked slowly almost perfectly on her hand. Angel tried to keep her head turned so not to stare at him, but it wasn't working. Everyone at work said he was a monster. Some how this wasn't the case in front of her.
The back door swung open with Bra stumbling in with all of Angel's belongings in her arms. She carried them to the table where her Dad was fixing up the pretty young woman.

"Here you go miss, I think I have everything here." Bra quipped quietly not to disturb her Dad stitching job. Angel cringed a little as Vegeta tied the last knot and clipped the thread.
"Thank you so much, is there any way I can repay you for your kindness this morning?" Angel asked looking at the both of them as Vegeta put a dressing over her hand.
'The onna is very polite, she may be of use after all' Vegeta thought to himself as he finished.
"What do you do for Capsule Corp Onna?" Angel glanced at him, bringing her hurt hand to her chest.
"Oh, I work in the design department actually. Was in a hurry this morning with a meeting soon." With that Angel looked at her watch and saw the time.
"Shimatta!" she exclaimed. Bra giggled knowing that was a bad word her Daddy like using a lot.
"I'm sorry, Dende I didn't mean that, I'm really late for the meeting now. I might get fired." She said standing on her wobbly legs. Her head started to spin, her knees giving way. Vegeta caught her before she hit the ground.
"Onna might I suggest you get some rest. You are in no shape by any means to be at a meeting right now." Vegeta huffed at her. 'Dende she feels so good in my arms, almost like having Bulma here right now.' Angel groaned a little and realized that he was right. Vegeta picked her up and carried her to the living room and placed her on the couch as gentle as he could.

"Should we call some one for you miss?" Bra asked peering over the edge of the couch at Angel.
"Maybe call my office and tell them what happened, I'm pretty sure Mr. Briefs is mad at me for not being at the meeting right now." She said placing a hand on her head trying to get rid of the spinning room.
"Anyone else I should call? I'll call Trunks and tell him all about what happened. Don't worry, he won't be mad, and if he does, I'll just blackmail him with something." Bra giggled knowing she had a ton of stuff on Trunks and Goten. That put a smile on Angel's face and Vegeta just rolled his eyes.
"You can call my boyfriend Ryo. He can come and get me so I'm not a burden on you any long then I have." Vegeta snorted at the comment. 'if you were a burden I wouldn't have helped you onna' he thought. Then it registered. 'boyfriend' His heart fell a little. 'Don't know why the hell I feel like this, she's just another weakling like his little onna was. Was.'


Poor Veggie...is he falling for Angela?