Of Angels and Demons: A Dark Love

Bulma sighed as she flopped down on her bed. She was so bored; she had not seen Chi Chi or Kakarott all day. They had to go to that stupid meeting which the angel was not allowed to attend. She had not even seen Vegeta since the incident in the dining hall, and that was a few days ago. Bulma shut her eyes. She was still feeling so lonely. The only time the feeling went away was when she was with Chi Chi, Kakarott, Gohan, and especially Vegeta. He gets her so rowed up that her problems seem to disappear in his presence. A smile appeared on Bulma's lips. She made Chi Chi blush with the insults she threw back at Vegeta.

Suddenly the doors to her bedroom were thrown open. Bulma turned her head towards her bedroom doors.

"You are just going to sit there and sulk-pathetic," Vegeta criticized with a smirk on his lips.

The angel smiled. Vegeta was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in his usual stance.

"So I see you want to talk to me again," she responded.

The demon king walked toward her. He stopped in front of the bed, his eyes trained on hers. He asked, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Bulma sat up from the bed and answered, "I haven't seen you since, well you know."

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and took a step closer to the woman that entranced him. "Have you missed me that much?" he replied with an amused smirk and a mysterious glint in his eyes.

Vegeta noticed the blush appear on the angel's cheeks. "No!" she responded, "I was curious to know why you were avoiding me."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow; he noticed there was something different about the angel.

"What makes you think I was avoiding you?" he questioned, "I would think to be away from your ugly face for a while might be a reason."

Bulma lay back on the bed. She was not in the mood for one of their usual verbal spats. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and eyed the beauty curiously. Normally, that kind of taunt would set her off. He was not used to this sullen side of her, and he was sure of one thing. He did not like the way she was acting now; he wanted the old Bulma that kept him on his toes.

"Has there been any news about my father's search for me?" Bulma finally asked.

Vegeta's eyes widened. Did she want to leave?

"There has been none," Vegeta answered.

Bulma's eyes watered. She knew she was mean to her father when she had run away, but shouldn't he be looking for her? The demon king noticed the tears roll down her soft cheeks. He had only seen angels, or anyone for that matter, cry when they begged for their pathetic lives. So why was she crying?

In an insensitive tone, he asked, "What in the world are you crying about?"

Bulma wiped away the tears that stained her face. Why did he even care, and more importantly, why did she care that did?

"My father was planning my life out for me," she explained, "he knew I did not want to do any of it, but he wouldn't listen to me." Vegeta gazed into the angel's azure orbs. They were filled with anger and sadness. "I told him I did not want to marry him," Bulma yelled in frustration as she slammed her fist down onto the bed. Vegeta's mouth dropped in surprise. She was engaged? I"I told my father that me and Yamcha wouldn't work, but he wouldn't even consider my feelings!" Bulma continued to shout, "How dare he think of how I should live my life!"

An evil smirk formed on the king's lips. He enjoyed this side of her. The angel took a deep breath. It felt thrilling to release all this pent up anger. She had completely forgotten for a second that Vegeta was in the room with her. A small blush graced her cheeks when she turned to face him. She quickly cleared her throat to clear away her embarrassment.

"You are betrothed to the angel warrior Yamacha?" Vegeta wondered out loud. The blue-haired woman nodded her head. "Scar on his left cheek and eye?" he asked for confirmation. "What do you know about those scars?" Bulma asked the formidable demon, "All that I know is he got them in a battle with a demon."

Vegeta scowled in a rage that he long ago buried. Even Bulma noticed the sudden anger course through the demon king unexpectedly.

"He got them when he battled with Tarble," Vegeta answered.

Bulma noticed something change in the demon in front of her as he said that name. Who was this Tarble? The blue-eyed beauty remembered Chi Chi had same the name to her once, but Bulma still did not know who he was.

"Who is Tarble?" Bulma asked the man in front of her in a soft voice.

The angry scowl that marred the king's handsome face softened. He looked at the angel; she had both a curious and sincere look on her face. Vegeta closed his eyes as he let the memories overtake him. His brother was a weak demon. Tarble was only a few years younger than Vegeta, and the younger demon was always trying to prove himself to Vegeta, their father, and the rest of the demons.

"Tarble was my younger brother," the demon king stated in a strained voice. Bulma's eyes widened. Vegeta had a younger brother!

"He always sought my father's and my approval," Vegeta began.

Bulma looked at him with kindness in her cerulean orbs. In the month that she had here, she had learned how much demons valued strength. Bulma guessed that Tarble was a weaker demon than Vegeta and Kakarott, maybe weaker than a lot of other demons.

"He planned an attack on an angel stronghold in the north quadrant," Vegeta took a deep breath, "One of the generals set up the place as a trap; revenge for defeating him a battle earlier. He slaughtered Tarble's men, then my brother."

The king of all those damned was fueled by rage now. Bulma placed one her hands on top of his in a comforting manner. All of the rage he felt suddenly began to dwindle. Vegeta found it surprisingly calm when he was around this mysterious angel. Never had he felt like this before.

"Who was the general?" Bulma curiously asked.

"General Roshi," Vegeta spat the name out.

The angel paled. She remembered now. It was her father's plan. Roshi came to her father after an embarrassing defeat. Her father had planned an ambush so they would capture the demon leader. She could not believe it….

Vegeta noticed the angel's eyes begin to water once more. Why was she crying again? Bulma plastered herself to the demon and began sobbing onto his shoulder. Vegeta's arms were frozen above the crying angel. What in the damned was he supposed to do?

In an exasperated tone, he called, "Angel- Bulma."

Bulma locked onto his onyx eyes. She felt so guilty. Just by looking into those endless eyes made her want to cry harder.

"Vegeta I am so sorry," Bulma begged for forgiveness.

The demon eyed her strangely. What did she have to be sorry about? "About what?" he questioned.

Bulma sniffled. She hoped he was not going to hate her for what she was about to reveal. "It was my father who came up with the plan. Roshi came to my father after losing that battle. He and my father spent hours trying to create the perfect strategy," she informed the demon king.

Vegeta's body tensed in anger. Now he knew who was responsible for his brother's death. He pledged his vengeance in all those that took part in his brother's slaying.

Vegeta was shaken from his thoughts when he felt the angel in his arms tremble. "I am so sorry Vegeta. I told them that vengeance would only bring more pain, but they would not listen to me. Please Vegeta," she continued to babble and cry. Vegeta searched her pleading eyes. It surprised him that she begged for his forgiveness. She had no part in Tarble's death. It seemed like she actually cared about what he thought of her.

It was then when he knew. He knew how to get revenge on her father and all the other angels. His plan before was nothing compared to what his evil mind came up with now. He was going to enjoy his vengeance in more ways than one.

Bulma noticed the evil smirk on the demon king's lips. She knew he was planning something awful; something he was going to revel in while others suffered. She just prayed that she had nothing to do with whatever plan he concocted.

"Do you hate me Vegeta?" Bulma nervously asked.

Vegeta glanced back down to the angel in his arms. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Cupping her chin in his palm, he answered, "Surprisingly enough, I don't."

Bulma smiled widely at his answer and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. She was so happy that she did not notice the pink tint on the king's cheeks. He willed the blush away with a shake of his head. Looking at the angel who was glowing with happiness, he still realized she was an enigma to him.

Chi Chi snuggled close to her mate. After a passionate night like tonight, she always snuggled close into his embrace.

"Where did the two of you go after the meeting?" Chi Chi asked.

Kakarott kissed his mate on the forehead. "Vegeta went to go see the angel, I mean Bulma," he answered.

Chi Chi sighed as she closed her eyes. Her mate's warmth was making her feel so relaxed. "Do you know what he is planning to do with her?" she hoped for some answers.

Kakarott closed his eyes as well. He was just as concerned as his mate. "He won't tell anyone," the powerful demon replied. "I really hope he knows what he is getting into," the female demon thought aloud. Kakarott added, "And that Bulma will be able to handle it." The two demons remained silent, wrapped in each other's embrace. Only time will tell if anything will happen.

A/N:

I am so sorry that it took me forever to update! But I am back!

I divided this chapter into two chapters because it was really long. And I have two other chapters ready to go...

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