And We Were Angels
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Adult ++
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36
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What the Heart Wants
And We Were Angels
By: AMCM74
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Chapter 23 – What the Heart Wants
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The sun was shining so brilliantly that the church almost looked to be a fairy tale castle manifested on the streets of West City. The sound of birds, if there were any, was drowned out by the sound of traffic on the streets.
Vegeta took a deep fortifying breath as he listened to Steven complain about the ebony tux he was crammed into. Vegeta turned a sharp look on the younger man and arched one slanted eyebrow, as if to say, “Your point is?”
“Your have done it again.” Ree leaned in and straightened Steven. The other man’s date was a playful thing with short-cropped hair the color of lilacs. The bubbly personality was either drug induced or a result of to much sugar as a child that had yet to work it’s way from her system. Either way she was a damn sight annoying.
“I don’t give a shit if it’s straight or not, Ree.” Steven bated her hand away and twisted at the offending bowtie again. Ree’s response was to tilt her head and bat her deep Mediterranean blue eyes at him. “Knock that off.” Steve snapped.
“If you behave I will let you drive my hoopty car.” Re baited.
Vegeta watched the boy weaken and almost gagged with the sweetness of it all. Moving away from them, Vegeta made his way to the street. It was hard enough knowing this was the last time that he would see Bulma Briefs in person, one last day to stand at her side and hear her voice. Glaring over his shoulder at the giggling Ree as she dropped a set of key’s in Steven’s hands. Mortals. They didn’t know just how lucky they were.
“Vegeta?”
The voice was almost breathless, Veg Vegeta knew it as Bulma’s instantly. He turned to reprimand her for being late and stopped cold. The sight of her was shocking.
Bulma could not stop the smile of pleasure that rushed to her lips, as she watched Vegeta react to her time consuming preparations. The smile only helped to enhance her dazzling effect. “I take it that you like what you see?” She opened her hands toward him.
Taking in the dress, which material was so light and fragile that it ruffled in a nonexistent breeze, Vegeta nodded. The shining blue tresses of Bulma’s hair had been twisted and twirled upward with silver ribbon that matched the shining tones of the precious metal that adorn her body. He did not know what to say to her. She was enchanting to look upon.
“Bulma!” Steven waved, “I see you finally made it.”
Waving back Bulma as she grabbed Vegeta by the arm, and headed up the stairs. “Yes, barely I see.” They turned to see people being ushered into the church.
They were seated in the middle on Yamcha’s side of the church. Vegeta felt Bulma reaching out to clasp his hand in hers. He was so taken in with her that he didn’t stop to realize that here he was in mortal form in a church before God himself.
“I loved weddings.” Bulma sighed as she titled her head almost dreamily. “They are so much fun. Not to mention the flowers, the dress and all the attention.”
“Not to mention the sacred commitment that binds the two mortal beings together for the rest of their days.” Vegeta reminded her.
“There was a time I would have cringed at that thought,” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“And now?” Vegeta didn’t even know where that question came from. What did it matter if she had decided that the holy union of marriage was less then horrific? This was his last day with her. After this ceremony and the reception party shortly after he would disappear from he life. Forever.
“Now I don’t think being tied tone person, as long as it’s the right one, would be that bad at all.” She let her voice trail ofs Ves Vegeta’s eyes grew dark with heavy thoughts. What it must be like for him. She could tell that there was a change-taking place. Pressing her lips together she could only pray that it was the change she wanted. The thought that this was the last day she would with her angel tore at her heart strongly. It was reminiscent of the moment she had learned her father had cancer. Amazing that she had become so attached to Vegeta in so little time. Imagining a future without him e toe to lean on wasn’t just painful. It was outright frightening.
Vegeta could hear those thoughts as loudly as if she had spoken them. He looked away and swallowed hard. How could he just leave her with pain and fear? Wasn’t his job, his sole purpose of being to stop such hopeless fngs ngs from being?
The turbulent emotions were brought to a halt when the music started signaling the start of the wedding. Vegeta looked forward to Yamcha, who fairly jumped a mile as the first few notes were pounded out on the piano. The other man’s response to his impending fate was made all the more humorous by the swift chuckle that escaped Bulma. Vegeta smiled, pleased that she had noticed it to.
The ceremony flowed evenly into each phase. Bulma leaned against Vegeta’s arm with dreamy eyes, as Yamcha swept his new wife into his arms. The groom kissing his bride soundly before the entire room of well wishers.
Vegeta was aware of Bulma’s slight awe and leaned over to look at her face as she sniffed a bit. “You are not going to cry, are you?”
Sniffing again she shook her head forcing back the tears. “No.” She clung hard to his arm, and Vegeta wondered if Bulma was regretting the fact it wasn’t her up there with Yamcha. She made short work of that suspicion by admitting “I can’t cry. It would ruin my makeup.”
“Only you would say somethinke tke that.” Vegeta shot back with a sad shake of his head.
“But that is what makes me so special to you isn’t it.” She leaned closer ignoring the people rising up around them.
The deep sapphire pools of her eyes were drowning his will and strangling the breath from his body. Vegeta fought her hushed siren’s call and looked down, only to be taken in even deeper by the pearl like teeth that sank in to her ruby red lip. He raised his hand to her chin and tipped back her head slightly and without any control of his being allowed himself to drink of her lips.
Bulma was in heaven. The soft play of Vegeta’s lips on hers was tantalizing beyond her wildest expectations. She allowed his to rise over her and place his hands on her cheeks. Bulma was more then willing to accommodate the sudden spark that had caught ablaze between them.
A cough was heard close by and drew the two appeared to look up at the small group before them. Evelyn crossed her arms and arched one eyebrow.
Ree tried to suppress her laughter as Steven released his bowtie’s strangle hold. The dark haired man looked as disinterested in the pair before them as humanly possible. In fact the cool blue eyes were almost mechanical as he studied the offender he had pulled from his neck
“So your not all that upset over today’s events are you Bulma?” Krillin held out his hand to her.
Bulma studied the open palm a long moment before taking it. “Actually I think it is the best thing that ever happened to Yamcha.” She scooted away from Vegeta and came to her feet. She smoothed out her dress. Turning to see Vegeta holding her purse out to her, a mysterious smile settled on his lips that did not quite reach the ebony eyes. Swallowing hard she took the bag, every part of her being trying to with hold the complete sensation to throw herself back into his arms and resume where they had been so rudely interrupted.
“I say fthe the look of things,” Krillin elbowed her softly breaking Bulma once again from her personal bit of heaven, “that things have not worked out so badly for you either.”
Vegeta came to his feet and stood protectively behind his charge. Evelyn dropped her arms and with an evil grin added “So Vegeta,” she drew the attention to herself smoothly, “Are you going to follow Yamcha’s lead and make an honest woman out of Bulma?” A side-glance settled on Krillin. “Or are you going to take after Mr. Procrastinator here?”
“OHHHH” Ree squealed in delight clasping her hands together.”
Steven’s bored stare turned panicked and he shoved his date toward the door. “Come on, Ree. I don’t want you getting any grand ideas.”
Bulma stammered and looked to Vegeta. Vegeta turned almost thunderous as he stepped around her. “I am not in any position to make such a request of Bulma.” The lean fingers wrapped roughly around Bulma’s arm drawing a shocked gasp from her. Vegeta didn’t even notice in his misery. “Now if you would kindly mind your own damn business, I believe there is a reception we should all be getting to.”
“Now you’ve done it.” Krill glared at Evelyn.
Evelyn shrugged and set her hands on his shoulders. “You’re a man and there for you are completely blind to the obvious.”
“The obvious being?” He raised a hand to his head and ran it down over the back of his neck in exasperation.
Evelyn nodded after the couple moving out the chapel doors. “That man is besotted with Bulma. She might be cursing me now, but I gave him something to think about. Nothing a man needs more then thoughts of a future with a woman he loves and desires playing in his head.”
“Oh yea right,” Krillin dropped his shoulders in defeat right along with his head. “He will never have a sane moment of peace left to him.”
“Well…” She kissed his cheek. “You would know.”
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“Vegeta!” Bulma pulled her arm away from him and rubbed her wrist. “SHIT!” She looked at the faint marks left by his fingers and assured her self they would not bruise. The last thing she needed was anyone accusing Vegeta of abusing her. “You didn’t have to try and rip my arm off to get me out of there, you know. I would have gladly followed if you had bothered to ask.”
Vegeta shot her a lost look before looking from the door to her huddled form. He felt his jaw slid open a bit as he realized she was cradling her wrist against her chest. “Forgive me.” He shook his head irritated. “I forgot for a moment they’re how delicate mortals are. I am sorry for my actions.”
Bulma scoffed. “You damn well better be. I don’t like being pulled around in a ME TARZAN, YOU JANE sort of way.”
“Let me look at it.” He moved to her and took her arm in his hand running his fingers over the fading marks. “It looks to be alright.” Looking up he asked, “Is there anything I can do to make up for this?”
“You could kiss me again.” Bulma added quickly. She moved closer to him and inhaled the musky scent that drifted off his being. It was not cologne, but the smell of him, a wonderful scent that triggered all sorts of wild desires within the confines of her brain.
Vegeta felt a tremor wrack his frame. It was so violent he knew that Bulma felt it too. Dropping her arm he stepped away. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea.” Turning he scouted the street and before Bulma could reacted stepped out on to the asphalt to hail a cab.
By: AMCM74
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Chapter 23 – What the Heart Wants
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The sun was shining so brilliantly that the church almost looked to be a fairy tale castle manifested on the streets of West City. The sound of birds, if there were any, was drowned out by the sound of traffic on the streets.
Vegeta took a deep fortifying breath as he listened to Steven complain about the ebony tux he was crammed into. Vegeta turned a sharp look on the younger man and arched one slanted eyebrow, as if to say, “Your point is?”
“Your have done it again.” Ree leaned in and straightened Steven. The other man’s date was a playful thing with short-cropped hair the color of lilacs. The bubbly personality was either drug induced or a result of to much sugar as a child that had yet to work it’s way from her system. Either way she was a damn sight annoying.
“I don’t give a shit if it’s straight or not, Ree.” Steven bated her hand away and twisted at the offending bowtie again. Ree’s response was to tilt her head and bat her deep Mediterranean blue eyes at him. “Knock that off.” Steve snapped.
“If you behave I will let you drive my hoopty car.” Re baited.
Vegeta watched the boy weaken and almost gagged with the sweetness of it all. Moving away from them, Vegeta made his way to the street. It was hard enough knowing this was the last time that he would see Bulma Briefs in person, one last day to stand at her side and hear her voice. Glaring over his shoulder at the giggling Ree as she dropped a set of key’s in Steven’s hands. Mortals. They didn’t know just how lucky they were.
“Vegeta?”
The voice was almost breathless, Veg Vegeta knew it as Bulma’s instantly. He turned to reprimand her for being late and stopped cold. The sight of her was shocking.
Bulma could not stop the smile of pleasure that rushed to her lips, as she watched Vegeta react to her time consuming preparations. The smile only helped to enhance her dazzling effect. “I take it that you like what you see?” She opened her hands toward him.
Taking in the dress, which material was so light and fragile that it ruffled in a nonexistent breeze, Vegeta nodded. The shining blue tresses of Bulma’s hair had been twisted and twirled upward with silver ribbon that matched the shining tones of the precious metal that adorn her body. He did not know what to say to her. She was enchanting to look upon.
“Bulma!” Steven waved, “I see you finally made it.”
Waving back Bulma as she grabbed Vegeta by the arm, and headed up the stairs. “Yes, barely I see.” They turned to see people being ushered into the church.
They were seated in the middle on Yamcha’s side of the church. Vegeta felt Bulma reaching out to clasp his hand in hers. He was so taken in with her that he didn’t stop to realize that here he was in mortal form in a church before God himself.
“I loved weddings.” Bulma sighed as she titled her head almost dreamily. “They are so much fun. Not to mention the flowers, the dress and all the attention.”
“Not to mention the sacred commitment that binds the two mortal beings together for the rest of their days.” Vegeta reminded her.
“There was a time I would have cringed at that thought,” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“And now?” Vegeta didn’t even know where that question came from. What did it matter if she had decided that the holy union of marriage was less then horrific? This was his last day with her. After this ceremony and the reception party shortly after he would disappear from he life. Forever.
“Now I don’t think being tied tone person, as long as it’s the right one, would be that bad at all.” She let her voice trail ofs Ves Vegeta’s eyes grew dark with heavy thoughts. What it must be like for him. She could tell that there was a change-taking place. Pressing her lips together she could only pray that it was the change she wanted. The thought that this was the last day she would with her angel tore at her heart strongly. It was reminiscent of the moment she had learned her father had cancer. Amazing that she had become so attached to Vegeta in so little time. Imagining a future without him e toe to lean on wasn’t just painful. It was outright frightening.
Vegeta could hear those thoughts as loudly as if she had spoken them. He looked away and swallowed hard. How could he just leave her with pain and fear? Wasn’t his job, his sole purpose of being to stop such hopeless fngs ngs from being?
The turbulent emotions were brought to a halt when the music started signaling the start of the wedding. Vegeta looked forward to Yamcha, who fairly jumped a mile as the first few notes were pounded out on the piano. The other man’s response to his impending fate was made all the more humorous by the swift chuckle that escaped Bulma. Vegeta smiled, pleased that she had noticed it to.
The ceremony flowed evenly into each phase. Bulma leaned against Vegeta’s arm with dreamy eyes, as Yamcha swept his new wife into his arms. The groom kissing his bride soundly before the entire room of well wishers.
Vegeta was aware of Bulma’s slight awe and leaned over to look at her face as she sniffed a bit. “You are not going to cry, are you?”
Sniffing again she shook her head forcing back the tears. “No.” She clung hard to his arm, and Vegeta wondered if Bulma was regretting the fact it wasn’t her up there with Yamcha. She made short work of that suspicion by admitting “I can’t cry. It would ruin my makeup.”
“Only you would say somethinke tke that.” Vegeta shot back with a sad shake of his head.
“But that is what makes me so special to you isn’t it.” She leaned closer ignoring the people rising up around them.
The deep sapphire pools of her eyes were drowning his will and strangling the breath from his body. Vegeta fought her hushed siren’s call and looked down, only to be taken in even deeper by the pearl like teeth that sank in to her ruby red lip. He raised his hand to her chin and tipped back her head slightly and without any control of his being allowed himself to drink of her lips.
Bulma was in heaven. The soft play of Vegeta’s lips on hers was tantalizing beyond her wildest expectations. She allowed his to rise over her and place his hands on her cheeks. Bulma was more then willing to accommodate the sudden spark that had caught ablaze between them.
A cough was heard close by and drew the two appeared to look up at the small group before them. Evelyn crossed her arms and arched one eyebrow.
Ree tried to suppress her laughter as Steven released his bowtie’s strangle hold. The dark haired man looked as disinterested in the pair before them as humanly possible. In fact the cool blue eyes were almost mechanical as he studied the offender he had pulled from his neck
“So your not all that upset over today’s events are you Bulma?” Krillin held out his hand to her.
Bulma studied the open palm a long moment before taking it. “Actually I think it is the best thing that ever happened to Yamcha.” She scooted away from Vegeta and came to her feet. She smoothed out her dress. Turning to see Vegeta holding her purse out to her, a mysterious smile settled on his lips that did not quite reach the ebony eyes. Swallowing hard she took the bag, every part of her being trying to with hold the complete sensation to throw herself back into his arms and resume where they had been so rudely interrupted.
“I say fthe the look of things,” Krillin elbowed her softly breaking Bulma once again from her personal bit of heaven, “that things have not worked out so badly for you either.”
Vegeta came to his feet and stood protectively behind his charge. Evelyn dropped her arms and with an evil grin added “So Vegeta,” she drew the attention to herself smoothly, “Are you going to follow Yamcha’s lead and make an honest woman out of Bulma?” A side-glance settled on Krillin. “Or are you going to take after Mr. Procrastinator here?”
“OHHHH” Ree squealed in delight clasping her hands together.”
Steven’s bored stare turned panicked and he shoved his date toward the door. “Come on, Ree. I don’t want you getting any grand ideas.”
Bulma stammered and looked to Vegeta. Vegeta turned almost thunderous as he stepped around her. “I am not in any position to make such a request of Bulma.” The lean fingers wrapped roughly around Bulma’s arm drawing a shocked gasp from her. Vegeta didn’t even notice in his misery. “Now if you would kindly mind your own damn business, I believe there is a reception we should all be getting to.”
“Now you’ve done it.” Krill glared at Evelyn.
Evelyn shrugged and set her hands on his shoulders. “You’re a man and there for you are completely blind to the obvious.”
“The obvious being?” He raised a hand to his head and ran it down over the back of his neck in exasperation.
Evelyn nodded after the couple moving out the chapel doors. “That man is besotted with Bulma. She might be cursing me now, but I gave him something to think about. Nothing a man needs more then thoughts of a future with a woman he loves and desires playing in his head.”
“Oh yea right,” Krillin dropped his shoulders in defeat right along with his head. “He will never have a sane moment of peace left to him.”
“Well…” She kissed his cheek. “You would know.”
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“Vegeta!” Bulma pulled her arm away from him and rubbed her wrist. “SHIT!” She looked at the faint marks left by his fingers and assured her self they would not bruise. The last thing she needed was anyone accusing Vegeta of abusing her. “You didn’t have to try and rip my arm off to get me out of there, you know. I would have gladly followed if you had bothered to ask.”
Vegeta shot her a lost look before looking from the door to her huddled form. He felt his jaw slid open a bit as he realized she was cradling her wrist against her chest. “Forgive me.” He shook his head irritated. “I forgot for a moment they’re how delicate mortals are. I am sorry for my actions.”
Bulma scoffed. “You damn well better be. I don’t like being pulled around in a ME TARZAN, YOU JANE sort of way.”
“Let me look at it.” He moved to her and took her arm in his hand running his fingers over the fading marks. “It looks to be alright.” Looking up he asked, “Is there anything I can do to make up for this?”
“You could kiss me again.” Bulma added quickly. She moved closer to him and inhaled the musky scent that drifted off his being. It was not cologne, but the smell of him, a wonderful scent that triggered all sorts of wild desires within the confines of her brain.
Vegeta felt a tremor wrack his frame. It was so violent he knew that Bulma felt it too. Dropping her arm he stepped away. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea.” Turning he scouted the street and before Bulma could reacted stepped out on to the asphalt to hail a cab.