Alrighty. I don't have much to say here, except the fact that I hope you enjoyed/are enjoying Truth or Dare. I've decided on writing chapters to stories depending on which one I feel like at the time, so it may be a wait before you guys get the next chapter of any of my new fics. It will also be in a 'when I write it' type fashion, meaning that I'll just post them as I write them, instead of making you guys wait ages while I write another 5. This will probably make it easier for all of us, because you won't be waiting as long overall.
But anyway, sorry for any inconvenience, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Love in the Desert Sands.
P.S – Kami would be the equivalent to Allah, and for Bulma, God is just God.
CHAPTER 1
Lost
The fiery white orb blazed unforgiving down on the sand, its tiny particles almost glowing, yet still making the heat double in temperature. One could see the heat waves shimmering through the air above the sand, and there wasn't a breath of cool air that could be found. It was well over the temperature needed for heat stroke or seeing a mirage, and that could be why a young woman was lying on the side of a sand dune, her face covered in sand, and her skin bright red.
"Soylent Green is people, and kitties are purple!" she sang, and then burst into a fit of insane giggles, before raising her head out of the sand and starting to dig up mounds of it.
"Wombat, wombat, wombat!" she spoke in a sing-song voice, pretending she was indeed a wombat digging a burrow. Pieces of equipment and supplies lay strewn around her body, only a drizzle of water left in the open canteen at her side. A backpack that had carried most of the items was by her side as well.
"Hello Mr. Rabbit and Mrs. Snake!" she called out, picking up her belt and the radio. She made them laugh and play together before the snake 'ate' the rabbit, which was thrown over her shoulder because she couldn't make it disappear. "Awoowooooo!" she howled to the skies, pretending she was a wolf or jackal. Only Kami knew what. With that, she promptly passed out face first into the sand.
Several hundred meters away and down the other side of the dune and crossing another was a desert caravan with about 5 wagons for their supplies, a few people riding on horses, but most with camels and standards that were held high and proud. Hearing the 'howl' the man at the front raised his hand and the caravan slowed to a halt.
The man then pointed to 4 of his camel riders, or mamelukes as some called them. He himself was clad in black, the same as all in the caravan bar two of the riders now with him. One was wearing a deep purple cloak, and the other a royal blue one. All had layers of material wrapped around their heads so that only their eyes were visible.
The woman stood up as they neared, having woken from unconsciousness. She let out another "Awoowooooo!" before falling backwards and tumbling backwards down the sand dune to where they couldn't see her anymore. The camels gave a groan as their riders looked to each other and gave them kicks in the sides to hurry them up the other side of the dune. So it wasn't a wolf after all.
All the woman saw through her blurred vision was some large object being placed in front of her face, through she couldn't tell what it was in her disoriented state. All she knew was that it smelled, and kicked up a small cloud of sand as it placed its wide foot onto the dune near her head. She heard snippets of conversation, though was rapidly fading in and out of consciousness and so couldn't decipher it all.
"Her hair….blue…the sky…"
"No…it…green…ocean…"
"Maybe she…"
"What about…djinn?"
Several masculine voices were talking all at once, until a sharp, monotonous feminine voice cut through them.
"She's no djinn."
She managed to catch hold of the entire sentence, and soon received a poke in the side with a booted foot before she passed out, the combination of little food, little water, and the harsh desert sun being too much for her.
SEVERAL DAYS LATER…
"Mmm…Just…Another 5 minutes, mum." the cerulean-haired girl mumbled, rolling over.
"I'm not your mother. And would you hold still already?" came the monotonous female voice.
The girl's eyes shot open, and she sat up. Giving up, the other woman in her deep purple garbs sighed and threw the things over her shoulders.
"Who are you! Where am I!" she screeched, making the blonde one cover her ears.
"Everyone calls me Ghada, but my name is Juuachigou. Juu or 18 for short." the woman replied, staring her down with icy blue eyes. "Now will you hold still so I can patch you up?" her wish was granted, and she soon began disinfecting the wound above the scientist's eyebrow.
"My name is Bulma…" she said after a while, looking up at this Ghada. Juu stood up and wrapped the cloth around her head again, revealing her as the purple Mameluke. Not that Bulma would have realized; she was too out of it to remember anything.
"That girl over there is Farrah. Or ChiChi. And the man is her husband, Khayri. Or Goku as everyone prefers to call him. Sayyid calls him Kakarot, because it's his middle name or something, I don't know." Juu shrugged.
"And who is Sayyid?"
"Well, to make a long story short: Boss." with that, she turned on her heel and left, but almost ran into a man wearing the royal blue garb.
"Oh, and this is my brother." that was all the introduction the other one got, and Juu soon pushed past him and left. Approaching Bulma, he leaned down after pulling back the front of the head garb so she could see his face.
"Hello. My name is Haytham. And going with my oh-so-lovely sister's introduction, my real name is Juuannagou. 17, if you will." smiling, he soon approached Goku and ChiChi. "You two better come with me." And they did, having been lying there together and talking. They both gave little bows to Bulma before leaving with Juu's brother.
Left to herself for several hours, Bulma laid back and wondered what in the world had happened. How did she get here? Where was here? Who were these people? A million and one questions raced through her head, but halted abruptly when a black clad figure parted the flaps to the curtains with a tray of food in his hands. Beginning to salivate as she was starving, she stared at both the man and the delicious-looking food. The first thing she had noticed about him was those ebony eyes beneath the material around his head.
The strange man took a seat on the pile of cushions she was lying on, and he passed the tray to her. Not needing prompting to eat, she did so like a madwoman until there wasn't a crumb left. Upon lifting a glass and a pitcher of water, she didn't even wait for him to finish pouring it. Instead, she grabbed the pitcher and guzzled the liquid down, wetting her parched throat and lips.
"Sorry. I was starving, and really thirsty." she apologized, the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.
"That's okay. May I know your name?" he laid in a reclining position, looking up at her on the mound of cushions, while he was leaning up, his head near her feet.
"Um…Bulma." she had to think for a moment before she remembered her own name, transfixed by his dark, alluring gaze.
"That's a very beautiful name, Bulma." he smirked beneath the material, and she could see the twinkle in his eye. "It suits you. A beautiful name for a very beautiful girl…" he crawled up the cushions until he was lying next to her. Bulma gulped and lay down, staring up at this mysterious stranger's eyes.
"A-and, um. Who are you?" she asked shakily, unable to take her eyes off what little she could see of his face.
"I think it would be much better if we kept that a secret, don't you?" he smirked under the material and trailed a finger up her thigh and then under her shirt. Bulma gulped. Why wasn't she moving! This was sexual assault! Though, in the more rational part of her mind she reasoned that this guy would have no concept of what sexual assault was, as there was obviously a harem.
"Y-you…You are Sayyid?" she asked, gulping again and trying to stop the blush from flushing into her cheek.
"Yes, I Am." he told her, after watching her for a moment.
"Oh…okay…" her heart was still pounding in her chest, and no doubt he could feel it as he massaged one breast in a hot hand. Sayyid leaned down and kissed her passionately, yet in a way it was slightly slobbery, and tasted a bit like wine and the gritty sand.
Just then, the tent flap opened and bathed them in a shower of blinding light.
"Abd-Al-Aziz! What in the name of Kami are you doing!" roared the black-clad figure, his voice nothing but a snarl and had an almost British accent.
END CHAPTER…
Took me a while to write it. Sorry all. I really hope you enjoy it. And I'm sorry if it's a little short.