An Angel's Tale

Author’s Note: Hi again!!! I didn’t forget this story, I promise. I am sooooo sorry it took me so long to update, but between deep-fried motherboard and sick kids, and sick self ;) it took me a while to hammer it out. It hasn’t been beta’d yet, but I thought it might be a good idea to go ahead and let ya’ll have it, to let you know I didn’t forget. Also, any suggestions about songs used to tick Chi-Chi off would be much appreciated by the band. Just leave them in your review. (translation: I don’t usually listen to much rock, and am giving ya’ll a chance to put the songs YOU recognize in here, too, instead of a lot of country songs, plus KISS and MeatLoaf, and I really appreciate all the reviews)
J.
Transition and Questions
DISCLAIMER: I still don’t own DBZ, or anything else remotely recognizable.

Thursday morning came early for the residents and guests of Capsule Corp. Everyone except for a) the warriors up at dawn to train (meaning Vegeta and Faolin), and b) the band, were jarred to wakefulness by the blaring sounds of the band rehearsing. They were in top form, until Quillan stumbled out of the room she had shared with Faolin the night before. Her nightshirt askew, with “Be Safe, Sleep with a Marine” barely legible, she was clutching a pillow in one hand like a weapon.
Her projectile flew true, striking Rafe square in the face and sending him stumbling backwards with a face full of pillow. His loss of both balance and eyesight sent him crashing through the twins’ microphone stands to land, sprawling, flat on his back in front of the stage. Quillan gave a self-satisfied but sleepy smile, and turned to go back to bed. She had taken only one step before doubling over, heaving.
Rafe was on his feet and at his brother’s fiancée’s side in half a heartbeat. He asked her, “Are you ok?” as he sniffed the air around her and held her hair back out of her face. His face changed, “Go get Faolin, now!”
Both twins took off at a run to get their cousin. Quillan looked up, “It’s true, then? I mean, I suspected I was, but…”
“But you wanted to wait until we met back up with Aunt Sera,” Faolin interrupted, jogging in. He looked up at Trunks and Goten. “You guys mind going and getting her for me? I don’t want to leave my mate alone, and they,” he gestured to the band, “need to practice. Or she’s likely to ground every last one of them.”
The two demi-Saiyans looked at each other. “Sure,” Trunks said, “but when we get back, we’ve got some questions for you to answer.”
“Okay.”
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Piccolo had stopped his meditation early to go and warn Gohan about what his mother had done with the dragon balls. Unfortunately for the Namek, Gohan and Sera had decided to have some “breakfast in bed.” So when Trunks and Goten arrived at the cabin by the lake, the first sight that greeted them was a chocolate-spattered Namek. His cheeks were stained purple still as he explained that Sera and Gohan would be out soon, but that they had decided to shower before getting dressed.
“You walked in on them, didn’t you,” Goten asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
Trunks picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup from where it had bounced after hitting Piccolo, and noticed a black feather stuck to the side of it. “Apparently, your brother is into some kinky stuff, ‘Ten,” he said.
“I’ll thank you both to kindly keep your noses out of my love life,” Gohan said from the doorway, startling both boys. He walked out, hair still wet from the shower. “Now, what’s so damn important it couldn’t wait until we got back to Capsule Corp?”
Piccolo started, “Last night…” but Trunks jumped in.
“Quillan got sick, and Faolin sent us to pick up Sera. She was asking for her,” he said quickly. Behind him, Goten was motioning for Piccolo to shut up, and not tell Gohan about their mother’s wish.
Gohan crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, “Ok, I’ll go get her.” He stepped back inside, where Sera was exiting the bathroom, wearing his shirt and toweling off her hair. “You’re being summoned back to Capsule Corp. Something about Quillan being sick.”
She smiled up at him, “I heard. Are any of my flying clothes still here?”
“Still in the bottom drawer, and I have to say, you look damn sexy in my shirt.” He pulled her close for another kiss.
She melted into it for a few minutes, and then pulled back with a smile. As she pulled a pair of jeans and a shirt that was slit up the back out of the drawer he had indicated, she said, “Meet me back at Bulma’s tonight?” She slipped his shirt off and handed it to him.
He took it from her and slid it on. “Sure. I have some things I need to take care of first, but I’ll be there. I love you.” He leaned in for another kiss. It was like she was air, water, and light, and he’d been living a pale shadow of a life until she was back with him.
“I love you, too, Gohan. I need to get airborne. If Quillan is asking for me, it’s serious,” she said as he walked her to the door. Once they were outside where Trunks and Goten were waiting for her, he pulled her to him again for a passionate goodbye kiss.
“Are you going to fly her there attached at the mouth,” Goten teased. But his expression changed as wings, huge with feathers that matched her hair, flowed through holes on either side of the back of her shirt.
She ended the kiss gently. “Nah, I thought I’d fly myself,” she said with a mischievous smirk as she flapped the great wings and took off for Capsule Corp.
“Well,” said Goten, “I guess that explains the feather.” With a laugh, he and Trunks took off to follow her.