So this is just a very short prologue, and honestly, I don't know if this will catch, but I personally love the idea of a female Buggy, and since I didn't see it on before, I figured I throw my hat in the lot and try and make it happen. Now, if this doesn't catch fire, I probably won't go on for too long, seeing as I'm pretty busy as is, but I do have high hopes for this story, and either way, I enjoyed writing this little bit.
Normal chapters will be longer, I just wanted to get something out there and get a feel for it before I got serious about it; reviews are greatly appreciated! Seriously! If you want this to go on, tell me! It WILL help.
I don't own One Piece or anything nearly as cool, because I'm currently a no-name shmuck who writes Rule 63 anime fan fiction...but you know, dream big, right? Right...Enjoy!
"Surrender! You've no hope of escape!" One of the raiders shouted.
The enemy crew refused to drop their weapons, but with most of their nakama dead or captured, the few holdouts had little choice and seemed to silently consider the more than generous offer with themselves.
"Last chance!" The attacking crew shouted as they pointed their rifles and raised their swords.
"We'd sooner die!" One of the defenders retaliated.
"I surrender!" Immediately shouted another, who ran away from his comrades and dropped at the feet of Whitebeard's men, kneeling and begging for his life.
The rest seemed conflicted, some hoping to escape easy, but a few eager to fight to the death, if need be. The situation continued to escalate as no one was quite sure how to proceed, and the battle went into a temporary standstill.
"Please...don't kill us…" the surrendering man pleaded.
The Whitebeard pirates looked at one another, unsure of how to take things from there, but a cackling and proud laughter soon broke all tension.
"Gya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
A torso shot into the air, one belonging to a slender woman who bore extravagant make-up and an even more extravagant smile. She put her gloved hands behind her head, as if relaxing and relishing in the battle, as she spoke.
"You heard my men! Surrender! It'd be a shame to get blood everywhere, but...as the saying goes, can't make omelets without breaking eggs."
Even the defiant enemy pirates now gnashed their teeth together and fell to their knees, realizing just who they were facing. Those still brave enough to talk all muttered her name in shock at the same time.
"C-C-Clown Princess Buggy!"
The famed Whitebeard Commander, the only daughter of the Strongest Man in the World, laughed again. Believed to have sparred many times with Boa Hancock, as well as defeated an entire regiment of Marines with only her crew to back her up, not to mention having once dated the current Yonko, Red Haired Shanks, "Clown Princess" Buggy was a name feared, even in the New World.
"So? Are we going to give up like good losers?" She asked with a wink, her attempt at playing their emotions.
Their wills weakened, the enemy pirates looked at each other with tired, sad faces, and conceded defeat silently, letting their weapons go and raising their arms.
Buggy lowered herself down to her legs on The Big Top, and crossed over the gangplank to the damaged vessel her men had conquered. The newly defeated hostages were rounded up, and Buggy herself went down below decks to inspect whatever treasures they may have found and collected along their travels. She wasn't disappointed.
She came back to the deck several minutes later, fingers adorned with rings, necklaces of gold and silver hung around her soft neck, and gold coins bulging out of her pants pockets and her hands. Her smile was wide and her laughs were loud. Buggy was in a good mood, and that meant the entire crew was.
"Jackpot! Load it all into our cache!" She shouted, striding back to her personal throne near the wheel of the Big Top. Her subordinates obeyed readily.
"What about us!" The de facto leader of the enemy asked eagerly.
She paused and looked back for a moment, "Oh...meh, have fun with 'em boys!" She then returned on her merry path and plopped down on her throne with glee, reclining back and laying across the right armrest and kicking her leg up and down. Soon enough she was in her own world, immune to the bellowing of the enemy and the chit chat of her own men.
"Who's the best in the world!?" She demanded to the countless audiences in her head.
"Buggy! Buggy! Buggy!"
"Who do we love!?"
"Buggy! Buggy Buggy!"
"GYA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
Gold coins fell like raindrops as she was showered with affection and praise. It was perfection, and it was all for her. No one else. Nothing could ruin this moment, even if it was in her head. Nothing in the whole world could soil this-
"Buggy!"
Her head shot up 15 feet in the air and her body flipped back off the throne and trembled on the ground. Below, her brother was laughing at her misfortune.
"Ace! What the hell? I told you to stop doing that!"
Her fellow Commander and "brother" under Whitebeard, "Fire Fist" Ace was still laughing as he helped her body up and her head reattached. She shot him a nasty look. He laughed harder.
"Looks like I arrived too late to help you out, huh?" Ace said, putting his arm around her and trying to calm her down. Her mood was far less merry now.
"What do you want here?" She asked bitterly.
"I just told you I came to help," Ace replied, chuckling again, "I caught you at a bad moment, huh?"
Flustered and embarrassed, Buggy shook herself free of Ace's embrace and turned her back to him, unable to conjure words appropriate for the moment. He just kept on teasing her.
It seemed to be the perfect metaphor for her life, a roller coaster that changed direction like a cat without whiskers, a life that was filled with excitement, adventure, family, and treasure. What else was worthy of being the life of Whitebeard's daughter?