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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 29 � To Find Heaven

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The camera�s flashed as Dr. Briefs finished his report about the Marico-Breifs Generator. �So to conclude, the MBG holds great promise for the future of man kind, but it will be extensively tested before being released into the market, just like every other Capsule Cooperation product.�
The clamming of reports started immediately and Bulmaled led her eyes from her hiding place just tucked off the stage.
�Dr. Briefs! Dr. Briefs!� One man yell�On �On another note, how has your health been since your fight with cancer?�
Bulma�s father smiled, �I can assure you that my daughter�s will alone was enough to make me survive. She was at my side every step of the way. To answer your question though I am doing remarkably well, and am more the eager to return to the drudgery of my daily life.�
�Speg ofg of Bulma Briefs, is it true that the rumors about her having a new mystery man in her life?�
�I am not at liberty to comment about my daughter�s life. I believe that any good parent with any sense of respect for their child wouldn�t answer such a question.�
Bulma chuckled and turned from the scene before her. She was use to this kind of intrusion. She also knew that her father knew how to handle the press with more pose and tact then she ever could. In fact the only reason she had come to Capsule was to check on the MBG test and drop off paper work. It also helped killed the time until Vegeta�s schedule release from the hospital.
She looked down at her watch and tapped its face with her nail. Speaking of which, Bulma realized that she should be heading over to meet with Bellona.

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�Don�t you even try to get out of that bed!� Bellona�s teasing tone shot across the room to Vegeta.
Vegeta looked up from his precarious possession on the bed. He was leaning toward the sliding table. Some one had pushed it far enough away that he couldn�t reach it. That hadn�t bothered him for the last few hours until the programming on the television station he was watching became more of an annoyance then entertainment. Vegeta hadn�t taken long to realize he had set the remote for it on the table. Which was well out of his reach. So now he was stretching out for all he was worth trying to get a hold on the fucking controller, that slipped from his fingertips every time he made a move for it.
�I have no desire to get out of this bed, Bellona� He snapped. Vegeta was certainly starting to understand why mortals so easily lost their patience with those around them. Heightened feelings and sensations were becoming all too familiar to him. �I just want that damn remote.� He lunged for it again �Worthless piece of shit!� He shouted as it spun away from him and on to the floor.
�There isn�t any reason to use such poetic sp.� B.� Bellona wd ovd over and retrieved the control. She then handed it to him with a charming little grin that mocked his situation. �Good things come to people who just ask.�
Vegeta looked up at her then snatched the remote, �Then if I ask you to leave you will?�
�If you start signing my checks then sure, but Bulma has me under the same strict guide lines she used with her father.� Bellona pushed him back and started tucking the large white blanket over him.
Realizing that it would useless to fight her, Vegeta returned his attention to flipping stations.
�Are you excited about moving to the Capsule compound?� Bellona walked over and pulled up a suitcase she must have brought in with her.
�What is that?� Vegeta looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
Bellona set the suitcase down on the desk in the room and opened it. �These are your cloths that Bulma purchased for you yesterday. Why she didn�t go to your home and get more I don�t know.� Bellona shrugged, �Anyway she insisted. So if you don�t like them I don�t want to hear one word about it.�
�He will like them just fine.� Bulma breezed in and walked directly over to Vegeta. She didn�t miss a beat before bending over and kissing him. �So are you prepared to enter the wondrous bliss of Capsule?�
Vegeta groaned. �Have you decided to get me another nurse?�
�No.�
�Then its not going to be anywhere near bliss.� Vegeta was quick to informed them, but to his great dissatisfaction both woman burst into laughter. �You�re doing this just to torment me, aren�t you?�
�Now what would give you and idea like that?� Bellona held up a shirt, �Is this the one you wanted, Bulma?�
�Yes, He is going to look fantastic in that color blue.� The blue hair bobbed with Bulma�s delighted nod.
�Oh for craps sake!� Vegeta roared, �It�s not like I am some damn newborn coming home from the hospital! At least leave me some pride!�
Bellona answered that by turning to face him with a pair of white boxers with bright yellow smiley faces on them. �I have no idea what you are talking about. These are the most comfortable things we could find.�
A loud growl and a flashing dark look were shot at Bulma. The blue eyes softened, �Why don�t we just give him the gray sweats and be done with it.�
�Thank You!� The sarcasm was thick.
Bulma looked over at Bellona and mouthed the words �Leave the smiley shorts�
Bellona nodded and began to root through the suitcase yet again.
A sharp knock at the door brought all their attention to Vegeta�s Doctor. The man held up his clipboard. �Anyone want to guess what I have here?�
�Please tell me it isn�t my discharge papers.� Vegeta snapped
�It�s your discharge papers!�

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�Please don�t tell me you are still angry with Bellona and I?� Bulma set the salad on the table and looked over at Vegeta.
�I wouldn�t blame him if he was.� Dr. Briefs tossed in his two cents. �I don�t know what the two of you did to him, but if it has anything in common of your malicious treatment toward me, I say the boy has complete justification.�
�Bellona and I were never malicious with either of you.�
Excuse me!� Dr. Briefs choked, and set down his fork. �Do I have to remind you I couldn�t even hide in my own bathroom?�
�Smiley face boxers aren�t the same thing at all, Poppa.�
�It�s not that. I just don�t feel like talking.� Vegeta�s voice was like a whip in the room.
Briefs sat up and silenced his speech, and Bulma felt her mouth drop open. She didn�t know what to say. In fact Vegeta�s while demeanor since he left the hospital had been curt. It was like he couldn�t tolerate to be any w nea near her.
�I am going to bed.� Vegeta pushed out from the table. �Thank you for the lovely dinner.�
�But Vegeta!� Bulma came to her feet. The strong grip on her arm stopped her from going after him. She looked down at her father�s hand and then to the blue eyes matching her own. �Poppa?�
�Let him be for a while. Your young man is readjusting himself to a whole new world. I don�t know exactly what happened to him, but I can tell you this.� Dr. Briefs let go of her hand and sat back. �A man like him is master of his own universe. Whatever happened to him was horrible and traumatic. He is now dealing with is own mortality. It has been thrown in his face that he isn�t immortal. That he can be hurt and viciously so.�
Bulma was stunned at her father�s insight. She had decided not to share the full story with her father. She had thought it would be better if her father just went on believing that Vegeta was just a normal man of this world.
�All you can do is be there for him. Now� I know he needs his wounds cared for and that he cant reach them himself.� Briefs picked up his fork. �You should go help him.�
�Yes Poppa.� Bulma was shaking as she moved away from the table.
�Oh and Bulma?� He waited for Bulma to turn her attention to him, �Don�t hurt him to much.� The statement was followed by a little wink.
Bulma growled, �You�re a perverted old man.�

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Vegeta sat down on the lush bed. A strange new feeling swept over him as he fell to his side. He would have just dropped onto his back, but he�d been reminded of his wound every time it so much as brushed up against his shirt. Hitting the bed would undoubtedly cause him vast amounts of unnecessary pain. It didn�t take a lot of time to label this new feeling he was experiencing; exhaustion. So this is what it felt like to be really tired. It wasn�t like he had done much throughout the previous day, more like the opposite. Bulma and Bellona had beaten at his patience throughout the duration of this entire day. They had hovered and doted to the point of irritation. Vegeta closed his eyes and absorbed the softness of the bed.
This was how Bulma found him. She opened the door slowly, her arms laden with his medical supplies. She moved into the room with extreme care. The last thing Bulma wanted was to disturb Vegeta while he was resting. �Vegeta?�
In answer to her whisper, he pushed himself up to a seated position. Vegeta looked at the woman he had sacrificed so much for. The concern on her face made him want to smile.
Not a word was said as Bulma moved past him to set the bandages down on the nightstand. She was trembling as she made her way toward him.
He realized she was going to want to see his wounds. Vegeta lifted his shirt over his head and let it drift to the floor.
Breathing stopped being an unconscious function for Bulma. She swallowed hard trying to recall just why she had come. It had been to help him, to care for him. Now all she could think of was his arms around her. He was the only one who could ease the throbbing fire that burned in her body. Only Vegeta could sooth the aching of her soul.
The dark eyes were brooding as he gazed up at her pale face. He could tell that there were thoughts playing behind those beautiful eyes that sparkled like the ocean on a clear, sun-filled day. �Something is troubling you?� It was all he could seem to say at the moment. He knew it was the wrong thing. How humbling it was not to be guided so eloquently in speech and movement.
Bulma smiled a little and shook her head very slowly. She allowed her hands to reach out and cup his cheeks. Careful not to rush the moment, she lifted his chin and leaned to settle herself between his open thighs. She let her focus rove slowly over his face. It traveled to his lips and then back up to the portals to his new-found soul until they were all she could see. �I can�t wait any longer to have you.�
She didn't have to say anything more. Vegeta reached out to pull her closer to him. Bulma was trapped in the gentle embrace of his arms as they looped around her waist. In response, she locked her arms around his thickly corded shoulders. Together they remained like that. Just basking in the fact that they could. No longer were they forbidden each other's companionship. Vegeta had been reborn for her and Bulma longed for him to fulfill his desire.
Slowly he raised his face to Bulma's. She felt the movement of his cheek against her breasts and looked down into his eyes. "I love you, my Angel."
A wicked grin spread over his face. He purred deeply, taking in the scent of her warm body sor hir his own. "I am no longer an angel." Vegeta cupped her face in his hands. "And I don't intend to act like one."
�Good because I am not going to let you.�
Vegeta choked slightly, finally realizing just where she was heading with her actions.
Bulma was undeterred as she closed her eyes and dropped her head to kiss her fallen angel. Their lips locked in eager desire to know more of each other.
Sweetness. That was the taste on her lips. Vegeta could not stop his hands from taking hold of Bulma�s shoulders and holding her fixed to his body. She tilted her head and ran her tongue over his lips to let him know she wanted more. He relented to her wishes and felt the passion heat the air around them. Vegeta was almost on fire with it. Kissing her before had been from the relative safety of his Angel form, if he didn�t count that time in the hospital room. Even then he had known it would go no further than wet kisses and hot petting.
Bulma urged him to continue. In return to his fervent kiss she dropped her arms and allowed her hands to trail dhis his sides. Her sharp nails dragged ast tst the tender flesh along his ribs.
There was something different in the moment, Bulma felt it too. The moment she had opened the door to his chamber he had sensed the difference in her. There was excitement in him. Vegeta couldn�t deny it, even if he wished to. The changes that were tugging at his new body were prenouenough of that. The aching between his legs was becoming more than mildly discomforting. It was driving him to react to the burning kisses that Bulma trailed along his jaw line. The hot breath in his ear was mixed with her sultry words.
�I want you.�
Had she said that, or was it merely an illusion drawn up from his lust-filled brain? Either way it had left him shaking with need. Vegeta was unconscious of his fingers working their way under Bulma�s thin shirt and up her back.
Those hands, her hands, traced down his hard chest followed by the soft lips. Breathing was becoming nothing more than a forgotten memory, as Vegeta struggled for composure. He wanted to let go, to simply give in to her seduction. There was a nagging voice in the back of his brain that held him back. The biting uncertainty in him when it came to the act between a man anwomawoman. He knew how it worked. Radditz had been more than helpful in that. When Radditz shared his memories Vegeta had learned of every move, touch and taste. He knew how it should feel to hold a woman in his arms whose body was hot and dripping to have him. Those were Radditz�s memories though. They were memories of actions done with lust, not with love.
Vegeta allowed his hands to work their way under her shirt. The one consuming need to touch her bare flesh was foremost in his mind. He had wanted to hold her, to touch her, for so long. It was this all consuming need that spurred on his actions. Vegeta wished he had more control of his eager hands. They moved of their own accord in their demanding need to touch and hold. The ragged breaths she drew were like music to his ears, as he let his fingertips skirt over the flatness of her belly. They danced higher until they connected with the tender swell of her breasts.
What if he failed her? What if she was unsatisfied with his ability to please her? The thought left him cold.
Bulma panted and pushed harder against him. Vegeta's reaction was to pull back from their kiss. He cupped the roundness in his palms, spreading his fingers so that he molded them in his hands. Dark eyes watched the look abandon that crossed his lover's face. Turning his hands slowly outward until the thin hold of her bra gave way with a slow ripping sound.
A swift and new sense of satisfaction with the destruction he had caused rushed over him. Vegeta leanedto wto whispered in her ear. His hot breath drifted down her neck causing a spasm of delightful shivers. "Sorry, I ripped your bra."
It took Bulma a long moment to comprehend what the dark velvety voice had said to her. She dropped her head to the curve of his neck, breat dee deep the intoxicating temptations of his mortal body. "I don't care. You can rip my bra, my shirt, and my underwear from my body. I will just buy more." She reached up to drape one arm along his shoulders and pulled him closer. She trailed her tongue over the warm flesh of his neck. "All that matters is how much I need you now."
Bulma knelt down and pulled on the button to his pants, and he panicked. �Wait!�
She didn�t miss a beat; with skilled fingers she worked the zipper down and pulled him free of the boxers. �I have had enough of waiting.� The words were almost like a wicked purr of victory.
The feeling of her hands slipping over the of of erecerection and down caused his abdomen to clench violently. Palms hit the edge of bed bed and his fingers bit into the mattress. Vegeta locked his forearms seeking support. He struggled for thought, wanting to tell her wha fea feared. Yet the new feeling, embarrassment, was holding him back. Damn, it was so hard to think of anything more than the feeling of her caressing his hard aching body.
Groaning in defeat, Vegeta let his head fall back. Closing his eyes, he basked in the feeling. The steamy feeling of her mouth gliding over him took him by surprise. A sharp cry of pleasure rent the and and Vegeta flew forward. He was dying all over again.
Bulma loved the control she was exerting over Vegeta. She knew this was his first time, and she planned on making it so impossibly good for him. She was certain that he had no idea just how much moaning he was doing between each ragged breath. Os, ss, she knew he was having trouble breathing. It had crossed her mind to be gentler with her new lover, but dismissed it. He had come to her world to experience what life was really like. Far be it for her to hold back during the best part.
She gave one final nip at his engorged manhood and stood up. Vegeta was more than ready. Bulma stepped back so he could keep his eyes on her while she took off her clothing. Shirt, bra, skirt, it all fell to the floor unneeded, unwanted. The mere thought of her naked flesh touching his was enough to cause the wetness to seep from between her legs.
Following her movements, Vegeta stood and the pants fell from his thighs and he stepped out of them. It allowed Bulma her first full view of his naked body, and what a body it was. He looked as if he was chiseled to perfection; each limb flowed perfectly into the next. Bulma reached out to touch him again. A means of assuring herself that he was real. The warm skin that stretched that magnificent body was soft to the touch, in sharp contrast to the hardness of his muscle.
Vegeta kissed her and Bulma sighed into it allowing her hands to play over the column of his shoulders. She turned to lay down on the bed pulling him with her. She was careful not to touch the gashes on his back as they descended to the firm contours of her mattress.
Vegeta felt his hardness pressing down on the supple curves below him. He lifted himself over her. Looking down at the firm breasts to the tight waist. He moved to touch her breasts with one hand before tenderly squeezing it. Vegeta looked to Bulma for her reaction. The blue eyes were on him, they seemed to beg him to continue.
Bulma arched toward him as the hot lips closed around the aching nipple. "Oh Vegeta..." The words were like a breathy prayer as Bulma locked her h in in his black hair. She had to hold on to something. The world around her was spinning. She clung to him for dear life. The scent of him was causing her thighs to dampen and waves of longing to race through the pit of her stomach. Oh how she needed this, needed him! Bulma knew somewhere on a primal plane that she could not wait much longer for Vegeta to truly make her his.
Encouraged, the large palm made way way over her stomach. He studied the flawless design with supreme interest, and then went lower.
Bulma moaned and bit her lip. She wanted nothing more than for this seductive game to be over. She wanted his hardness plunging in and out of her in rapid-fire succession. All Bulma wanted at this moment was to ease the ache that had been growing within her since the first time she touched her angel. But wait she would.
Vegeta was basking in the tender touches he was lavishing upon his woman. Each tiny cry that worked it way from her throat was causing shivers of delight to course over him. Vegeta loved the way she arched and squirmed against him. The demanding writhing of her body bespoke so much to him. He trailed his mouth lower. This was his night. The one he had wanted and waited for. It has seemed an eternity to get to this point with her. Vegeta would not see it end in undue haste.
The feeling of his fingers drifting over the velvety folds of her womanhood shook Bulma�s body in a shudder of delight. �Vegeta�� The breathy plea was hardly a whisper but filled with more emotion than a hundred shouts.
He watched her body trembling violently. Had merely allowing his fingers contact to her dampened core affected her so intensely? Vegeta looked down at his moist fingers. Curiously he tested the slick wetness between the pads of his fingers.
Bulma recovered enough to open her eyes in time to see him lifting his hand to his mouth and tasting her essence with his tongue. Swallowing thickly she groaned in torment.
He smiled at her and arched an eyebrow wickedly. �Sweet.�
�So were you.� She whispered. Then on a more serious note she added, �I don�t know how much longer I can stand this Vegeta. Make love to me.�
�I want to be with you, Bulma.� Vegeta made his desire known in the tone of urgency that threaded its way into his voice.
�Yes. I already know.� She whimpered. She was confused as to why he was holding back. After all the times they had touched and kissed, Bulma was sure he knew that her body was his for the taking. This restraint that he was showing in the midst of their lovemaking was beyond any suffering torment she had experienced so far. The throbbing between her legs was demanding she take immediate action. �Why haven�t you taken me yet?� She swallowed hard as a drop of perspirations ran down the side of hece ace and into her hair. �I need you in me, Vegeta.�
He heard the plea in her voice and knew that he could let his insecurities plague Bulma no longer. The time for doubt was gone. It had to be cast behind him and forgotten. Vegeta lifted her legs and positioned himself against her.
Are you ready?" He watched her eager nod. He was sure that at this moment she would do anything to get him to comply. "For this I gave up heaven itself." Then Vegeta moved forward and found out what true heaven really was.
He had reentered Heaven. A new heaven that was much more than the eternal peace devoid of all pain. This was a place that went beyond that magical realm. Time stood still while pleasure flooded your sensations. It took Vegeta in the warm waves of rapture and insisted on more. That is what it felt like. Even though it only made the desire building in him worse. It was so exquisitely wonderful and painful at once. Vegeta pulled back and thrust forward again. This time he was more forceful. He couldn�t help it. Bracing himself on his hands he pushed hard into her body. Each thrust drawing more frantic reactions from Bulma. It was her hands on his shoulders; their sharp little nails breaking open crescent moon slits in his flesh. Then her legs driving her hips forward to take each frantic plunge of his body deeper; but most of all it was the way her body clung to him.

ulmaulma panted as the feeling of his hard rod rocked faster within her. It felt so good to have him finally as she had dreamed. She tightened herself around him and held on for dear life. Every step taking them closer to the pinnacle of what they sought until it was upon them.
Vegeta jerked and pushed deeper with each thrust trying to expend every ounce of his white-hot passion with in her.
It was these deep plunges that sent Bulma spiraling over the edge. She couldlfmel his climax spurring her on until she fell back on the pillow drenched in her sweat. She felt her heart hammering in her chest and ears. Saspeasped for air for long moments before the powerful feeling of her orgasm began to back off.
Vegeta lay next to her on his stomach clinging to a pillow. He looked toward her and then his eyes traveled the length of her body. From the messed hair, flush face, taut nipples, and damp thighs. The sight of that caused him to swallow hard and a muscle in his cheek to jump. Closing his eyes, he buried his face in the pillow.
The sight brought a smile to her lips. She had pleased her Angel well.
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