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And We Were Angels	By : AMCM Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24 - Last Angelic Meeting

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Vegeta hardly said a word to Bulma the entire ride over to the reception. She was starting to worry. If he continued to keep up this barrier between them there was no way that she was going to be able to convince him to stay. Bulma wanted, no, needed Vegeta to open up to her in these crucial hours. The knowledge that he was pulling away left her sick inside. If only there was some way to change the direction they were heading.
She walked with him into the hall and was warmly greeted by Tea and Yamcha.
"Bulma!" Yamcha reached out and hugged her warmly. "I can't thank you enough for coming."
"It's my pleasure Yamcha." Bulma rose to her toes and kissed his cheek. "You are a very lucky woman, Tea." The woman nodded in agreement before turning to look at her new husband with adoring eyes. Bulma glanced around the room and then asked, "Has my father arrived yet?"
"Yes, and Bellona is with him," Yamcha warned.
"Great. You didn't seat us at the same table did you?" Bulma scowled knowing that he had.
Vegeta took her arm gently and moved her from the line so that the others waiting them behind could enter. They walked through the room that was elegantly decorated. "Tea did a wonderful job considering how little time she had to prepare this." Bulma tried to start some conversation. It was all she could think of to say.
Vegeta nodded silently in agreement and then came to a halt as Bulma stopped moving forward. Clenching his teeth, he turned to face her.
"Listen, I know Evelyn made you mad with her comments but aren't you taking it a little far?" Bulma looked from side to side as she spoke making sure no one else was in ear shot for this little snit. "It's not like I am expecting anything from you in that regard."
"Maybe you should." The soul crushing bitterness of those words would have collapsed stars.
That remark rocked Bulma to the core. Shaking a bit she forced herself to ask, "What?"
"Bulma, you are no fool. I know perfectly well what you hope to gain out of our last time together." Vegeta leaned in so that his words ruffled the loose strands of hair near her ear. "What you don't know is that I am not upset over Evelyn's words. What is truly bothering me is that I would very much have liked to have the chance to offer those things to you." Moving back, he let the full force of his eyes rest on her in a powerful moment that spoke volumes despite sil silence between them.
"Vegeta." The sound of his name on her lips softened the corners of his eyes.
"Don't!" He snapped at her quickly, breaking eye contact to stare hopelessly across the room. "There isn't anything that can be done to change things as they are."
"If you feel that way-" She summoned her courage and glanced around. When B loo looked back at him she had a painful expression on her features. Taking his hand she lead him through the huge glass doors and to the wooden porch.
The Victorian garden was in it's full summer bloom. The scent of flowers delighted the senses, but Bulma had little time for this. Once far enough away from the large reception hall she pushed Vegeta down onto a stone bench.
"What are you-," he trie ris rise only to find her hand placed firmly on his broad chest. Quirking up an eyebrow he watched her draw up one long leg so that she could set her foot on the seat next to him.llowllowing hard he felt as if he was staring into the eye of a hurricane. Those eyes, they tore away at his reason and left him a slave to her will.
"You said there is nothing you can do." Bulma reached out to softly cup his chin with one hand, the gentle touch belying the raging emotions that he could feel radiating off her. "But I won't give up on you. God has given me the gift of free will, Vegeta. I can choose what my fate will be. It's something I never cared about before you entered my life." She dropped her trembling hand as tears formed in her eyes. "Vegeta, you gave me a reason to live. Through you I have found confidence and meaning in my life. If you leave..." Her shaking voice caught on that statement. Vegeta reached up to take hold of her wrist. The pain in Bulma's eyes was more intense than anything he had ever seen before. How could he have done this to her? He tried to speak but was silenced by the head turning slap that landed on his cheek. The sound of the blow echoed through the garden causing birds to take flight.
"Don't you dare say anything!" She snapped and moved away from him. Walking backwards until she was on the opposite side of the path. "I have heard enough of your rules and your duty. I don't give a damn about any of that. I love you more than anything in this world." The words seemed to be ripped from her very soul. Clasping her hands together at her chest she buckled over them. The strong will that had carried her through was fading.
Vegeta stood up and rubbed his cheek. His dark eyes landed on Bulma for a mere moment before taking a step toward her.
"No, don't!" She threw out her hand to ward him off. "I don't want your comfort and your apologies."
Vegeta growled and with one swift move pulled her against him. "Just shut up." His hand took hold of her chin and gently lifted it. "You have made your point already." All the pain and longing arose and weaved together to make the kiss they shared sheer magic.
Bulma allowed herself to completely surrender to it without a thought of what he had meant by his words. It was always this way in his arms. Time stood still and nothing else mattered but the play of his lips on hers.
Slowly he let go of her arms and stepped back. "Bulma, I have to go for now. Can you handhe rhe rest of this ceremony on your own?"
"You are leaving?" She stammered, still ensconced in the fog his kiss had created.
"For a while. There is something I must see to," Vegeta nodded slowly. He willed her to understand that what he had to do was for them; that when it was over, he would either be free to spend his own mortal life in her arms or not exist at all.
"Promise me you will return." She whispered, the fear and excitement twisting in her stomach.
"As God as my witness, I will come back to this plane of existence for you." Vegeta faded with the breeze leaving Bulma alone.
She turned and entered the reception hall with newfound hope. Sliding through the tables she made her way to the one she shared with her father.
Dr. Briefs was sitting at the table with a knife stabbed into the center of a huge steak, while a lovely woman next to him was trying tft tft the plate in front of him. As Bulma came closer she realized just what was transpiring.
"I only asked you to come because I didn't want the embarrassment of you peeping in the windows and spying on me," Briefs snapped with an icy glare.

Bellona tugged on the side of the plate with her white-gloved hand. "I didn't say you couldn't have it!," she hissed, "I just believe you should let them cook it for you first."
"It's not raw, it's rare! That happens to be the way I like it, you old biddy. Now shut the hell up and let go of my steak."
Bulma clasped her hand to her mouth to keep her laughter from ripping through he hall.
"By tay Bay Bulma, where have you been?" Bulma looked up to see Bellona dropping Dr. Briefs' plate with an exasperated sigh. She noticed the look in his eyes and knew he was attempting to take the attention away from his meal and place it elsewhere.
"I-," she pondered on just what to say. She couldn't very well tell him the complete truth. "Vegeta had an emergency call and had to leave."
"Oh dear, is anyone hurt?" Bellona frowned and turned her attention to the younger woman.
Shaking her head, Bulma cast her glance at her plate. She didn't feel like eating. In fact she was on pins and needles waiting to see what was going to happen.
"I am not exactly sure what is going on. He did say he would return as soon as he could."
Dr Briefs narrowed his eyes. "I have to say that until this moment I rather liked the lad, but running out on you on such an occasion is hardly what I would deem acceptable." Then dropping his shoulders he added, "I will just have to find out his reasons when he returns before passing any judgment on the poor fellow."

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Vegeta moved across the wind swept plane. He knew exactly who he had to find, although it wasn't completely clear just how he knew it. Approaching the large marble pillars surrounding an old cracked platform, the lightening ripped through the air striking a massive marble column. The sparks flew like white-hot balls to the ground.
The form that appeared there stood with his back to Vegeta. The first thing Vegeta noticed was that Goku stood almost at complete attention. Moving closer to the platform against the steadily increasing tempest ,Vegeta shouted to be heard. "Goku! You know why I am here, for what I have come?"
"I do." With his words everything stopped and the large form turned revealing the sword that he held to his chest. "Although it gives me no comfort that you have chosen this path."
Vegeta smirked with confidence, "Considering the alternative, I do not feel I have much of a choice."
Goku swung the sword around to hold it in the palm of his hands. His dark eyes were sad as he looked down upon it. "Don't make me complete the rites of mortality Vegeta." His normally strong voice was shaking with emotion.
"It's the only way I can be with her, Goku. The only way without Radditz winning this little game of his," Vegeta reminded the other angel before him. A white light emanated from his being until he stood before Goku in his truest form. His silvery wings were wrapped protectively around him.
"Then, if this is what you want, I can not refuse." Goku noticed the startled look on Vegeta's face and nodded, "Your request has already been granted. If you survive this then you will be the first of all angels to take a place amongst the mortals and live as one of them."
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