Egyptian Curses And Fate - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z was created by Akira Toriyama. Akira Toriyama made all Characters in this story. (c) Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation. Used without permission, please don't sue me; all you'll get is... nothing! :P
*.....* = thoughts
"....." = speaking
Helloooo.. hope ya'll like this new idea! I don't think I've seen it anywhere, but if it's been used, gomen!
"Yamucha! Come quick!", Bulma cuffed her hands around her mouth and yelled. She tapped her foot impatiently on the desert sand next to the pyramid. A few minutes later, a man with long, rugged, black hair came jogging over. He bent down to catch his breath.
"What is it, Bulma?", he asked, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
She pointed to an entrance that was covered by sand until she dug it up. Yamucha beamed and got ready to go down into the entrance. Bulma tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at her, annoyed.
She held up a flashlight and he chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Arigatou." He clicked it on and trotted down the stairs. Bulma turned away.
"Hannah!", she called out. A few minutes later, a beautiful, eight year old little girl came running up. She had wavy, blue hair and oceanic, blue eyes. She was an exact replica of Bulma.
"What is it, Bul-chan?", she asked in her sweet, angelic voice.
"Come on! We found something!", Bulma replied and tugged her down the entrance.
They walked down the dark passage. There were writings of all sorts on the walls. Most were heiroglyphics. Bulma could decipher them with no problem and she could speak the ancient Egyptian tongue with equal ease. Even though she, herself, was Japanese, she had descendents who were Egyptian. They passed down the knowledge of ancient heiroglyphics and language for generations. *Maybe after a year of searching, we've finally found King Tut's tomb.*, Bulma thought to herself.
"Bul-chan, what does that say?", Hannah asked. She could translate some heiroglyphics, but she still needed help sometimes.
Bulma held her torch to the area her cousin was referring to.
"It says 'He whom should enter this passage will befall danger.'", Bulma recited. They were used to all kinds of curses and warnings. Bulma had been an archaeologist for 10 years along with Yamucha. Hannah had tagged along with them since she was three. Her parents had died in a car crash and Bulma had gladly taken her in.
Hannah shrugged passively. They continued down the passageway. Yamucha was stopped and staring at what seemed to be a wall. Bulma tapped him on the shoulder.
"Eh.. Yamucha?"
He held up his hand for silence. Bulma sighed exasperately and pushed him out of the way. She took out her magnifying glass and inspected the writing on the wall.
"Whomever.. should touch.. the.. sphere.. will..", Bulma translated slowly. She sighed irritably. "I can't translate those last few words. They're too faded to see."
Hannah shrugged. "Oh, well. It's probably not important anyway."
"Yeah, Hannah's probably right.", Yamucha chimed in. Hannah smacked him.
"Of course, I'm right!", she exclaimed cutely.
"Well, I don't even see a sphere or an entrance to get past this.", Bulma said. As if by request, the wall shook and crumbled to the ground.
"Okay then..."
Yamucha and Bulma slowly and cautiously entered the newly-opened room. Hannah bravely strode right inside.
"Man, it's dark in here.", she said. She clapped her little hands together in excitement. Out of nowhere, torches on all sides of the room were lit with fire.
"Heh heh... that's kind of spooky.", Hannah backed up nervously.
"Why don't you read the inscription on that wall over there?", Bulma asked, pointing to a wall on the farthest side of the room.
Hannah nodded and walked over to it. Bulma and Yamucha followed and stood behind her. Bulma or Yamucha could have very easily read what it said, but Hannah needed to practice in order to really get heiroglyphics down good.
"It says... 'Leave now... if you... val..value... your... life.'", Hannah read.
Bulma laughed. "Wow, there sure are a lot of death threats in this tomb. King Tut must have been very serious about people entering his "final resting place". Don't ya' think?"
Yamucha nodded. He walked over to another wall and translated the heiroglyphics.
"This wall says the same thing."
Bulma shrugged, then her eyes lit up with a mischevious glint. "Wow! You guys! Look at this!", she exclaimed while pointing to a golden, round object hidden in the shadows.
She slowly reached out to touch it. Hannah's eyes widened. "NO! DON'T TOUCH THE...", the room began to shake violently, "sphere."
Bulma shrieked and fell to the ground as she lost her balance. "Oh, shit.", she whispered.
Hannah clung to Yamucha in fear. "What do we do?!"
The walls began to close in on them. They all huddled together.
"Oh, no! Oh, no!!!", Hannah yelled. She tried desperately to push the walls apart, but of course, it was no use. The sphere was knocked to the ground as the walls came closer together.
Bulma was screaming hysterically by now. All of a sudden, the floor slid apart and the three archaeologists plummetted down, down, down.
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!", Yamucha yelled while waving his arms and legs about wildly. Quickly, as they came closer to the bottom of the passage, they began to slow until they were floating. They gracefully landed on the floor and sighed in extreme relief. Hannah wiped away her tears and Bulma choked back her own.
They looked around them curiously to find themselves in a very large room.
"Okay.", Bulma whispered. She cleared her throat. "I know this is not King Tut's tomb. Look at the writings over on that wall. They speak of some other pharaoh."
Yamucha walked over to the wall and held up his torch which he had grabbed in the first room. It had surprisingly stayed lit the entire fall.
"Leave the resting place.. of Pharaoh Vegeta.", he recited. Bulma whirled around in shock.
"N-NANI?! VEGETA?!", she screamed. She slumped to the ground and held her knees to her chest. Hannah came up beside her and soothed her.
"Don't worry, Bul-chan.", she tried to calm her distressed cousin.
"We've been searching for a year for King Tut's tomb and when I finally thought we'd found it, we find some unknown, forgotten pharaoh!"
"Damn. This is just the luck.", Yamucha whined.
"Well, since we're here, I might as well practice my translating.", Hannah beamed cheerfully. She picked up Bulma's magnifying glass and skipped over to a wall.
"Do.. not.. read this or.. he will.. awaken.", she said.
Bulma glanced up with little interest. "Gee, I don't see anyone "awakening.", she smirked sarcastically. Just then, the room began to shake.
"Oh, no. Not again!", she pouted and stood up. "Hannah! No more translating. I broke my nail on that last fall."
Yamucha rolled his eyes. "Bulma, the walls aren't even closing in. Instead, some weird sarcophagus is coming out of the ground.", he said. "Wait.. A SARCOPHAGUS?!"
Bulma unconsciously backed up until the wall was on her back. "Hannah, come over here.", she said as calmly as possible.
She ran over to Bulma just as the lid popped off of the sarcophagus. *Oh, Kami, help us.*
Bulma turned around and banged on the door to get it to open, but to no avail. They were stuck.
A mummified hand popped out of the box to help support whatever was in there on the coffin. The mummy slowly arose from the coffin. He climbed out and slowly walked over to the three intruders in his tomb.
"Toi na deh lucsi? Toi deno ca les jehn?!" ~Who are you? Who the fuck has awakened me?!~, the mummy asked.
"Well, he certainly is a potty-mouth.", Bulma snorted.
"Watch it; I understand your filth language.", he replied in perfect Japanese. Bulma gasped.
"Why do you not bow before your pharaoh?", the pharaoh asked irritably. Bulma crossed her arms.
"Excuse me, but you are not our pharaoh. You're like a couple thousand years old. Your kingdom is long gone."
It seemed that Bulma was the only one with courage. Yamucha and Hannah were blue in the face with fear.
"Y-your highness, w-we only wish to l-leave in p-peace.", Yamucha stammered. If possible, the mummy smirked.
"You shall address me as 'Lord Vegeta', servant boy.", he commanded.
"Lord Vegeta," Hannah addressed the mummy, "We only wish to leave and continue our work."
He sneered. "You shall take me and restore me to my body. You have three days to do this."
"Uh, excuse me?", Bulma held her hand out. "As if!"
Vegeta disappeared and reappeared right in front of her. She stepped back in surprise.
"You WILL restore me.", he hissed threateningly.
She nodded eagerly. "Right. Restore you. I remember now."
Vegeta seemed satisfied. He raised his hands to the ceiling of the enclosed room. He closed his eyes and a gaping hole appeared in the ceiling. First, he lifted Hannah and Yamucha. He began to float above the ground.
"Hey! What about me?!", Bulma screamed.
Vegeta smirked. "Bitches are last." With that, he floated up and out of the hole. A few minutes later, he came back down for Bulma.
"About time.", she sneered and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Eww.", she whined from the feel of his 'skin'. (I don't know what the name of the material is they used to mummify people.)
He growled at her and levitated out of the room. They touched down on the ground and Bulma quickly stepped away from him.
"So, Vegeta," Bulma began, purposely leaving out the 'Lord' part of his title, "How are we supposed to restore you to your body?"
"It's Lord Vegeta. Get it right or I'll kill you."
"Ok, 'Lord' Vegeta.", she corrected herself sarcastically.
"We will use the dragonballs.", he informed them as if that explained everything.
"Umm, just what are dragonballs, Lord Vegeta?", Hannah asked.
"They are seven orange spheres scattered about the earth which, if brought together, will grant the beholder any wish of their desire.", Vegeta replied.
Yamucha, Bulma, and Hannah nodded, the shock of having a real live mummy with them having not set in yet.
NEXT CHAPTER OF EGYPTIAN CURSES AND FATE: Bulma, Yamucha, Hannah, and the Pharaoh Vegeta set out to find the dragonballs. Vegeta reveals some information about himself.
What did you think?! Please review and tell me whether you like this idea or not. Thanks! ^_^
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z was created by Akira Toriyama. Akira Toriyama made all Characters in this story. (c) Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation. Used without permission, please don't sue me; all you'll get is... nothing! :P
*.....* = thoughts
"....." = speaking
Helloooo.. hope ya'll like this new idea! I don't think I've seen it anywhere, but if it's been used, gomen!
"Yamucha! Come quick!", Bulma cuffed her hands around her mouth and yelled. She tapped her foot impatiently on the desert sand next to the pyramid. A few minutes later, a man with long, rugged, black hair came jogging over. He bent down to catch his breath.
"What is it, Bulma?", he asked, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
She pointed to an entrance that was covered by sand until she dug it up. Yamucha beamed and got ready to go down into the entrance. Bulma tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at her, annoyed.
She held up a flashlight and he chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Arigatou." He clicked it on and trotted down the stairs. Bulma turned away.
"Hannah!", she called out. A few minutes later, a beautiful, eight year old little girl came running up. She had wavy, blue hair and oceanic, blue eyes. She was an exact replica of Bulma.
"What is it, Bul-chan?", she asked in her sweet, angelic voice.
"Come on! We found something!", Bulma replied and tugged her down the entrance.
They walked down the dark passage. There were writings of all sorts on the walls. Most were heiroglyphics. Bulma could decipher them with no problem and she could speak the ancient Egyptian tongue with equal ease. Even though she, herself, was Japanese, she had descendents who were Egyptian. They passed down the knowledge of ancient heiroglyphics and language for generations. *Maybe after a year of searching, we've finally found King Tut's tomb.*, Bulma thought to herself.
"Bul-chan, what does that say?", Hannah asked. She could translate some heiroglyphics, but she still needed help sometimes.
Bulma held her torch to the area her cousin was referring to.
"It says 'He whom should enter this passage will befall danger.'", Bulma recited. They were used to all kinds of curses and warnings. Bulma had been an archaeologist for 10 years along with Yamucha. Hannah had tagged along with them since she was three. Her parents had died in a car crash and Bulma had gladly taken her in.
Hannah shrugged passively. They continued down the passageway. Yamucha was stopped and staring at what seemed to be a wall. Bulma tapped him on the shoulder.
"Eh.. Yamucha?"
He held up his hand for silence. Bulma sighed exasperately and pushed him out of the way. She took out her magnifying glass and inspected the writing on the wall.
"Whomever.. should touch.. the.. sphere.. will..", Bulma translated slowly. She sighed irritably. "I can't translate those last few words. They're too faded to see."
Hannah shrugged. "Oh, well. It's probably not important anyway."
"Yeah, Hannah's probably right.", Yamucha chimed in. Hannah smacked him.
"Of course, I'm right!", she exclaimed cutely.
"Well, I don't even see a sphere or an entrance to get past this.", Bulma said. As if by request, the wall shook and crumbled to the ground.
"Okay then..."
Yamucha and Bulma slowly and cautiously entered the newly-opened room. Hannah bravely strode right inside.
"Man, it's dark in here.", she said. She clapped her little hands together in excitement. Out of nowhere, torches on all sides of the room were lit with fire.
"Heh heh... that's kind of spooky.", Hannah backed up nervously.
"Why don't you read the inscription on that wall over there?", Bulma asked, pointing to a wall on the farthest side of the room.
Hannah nodded and walked over to it. Bulma and Yamucha followed and stood behind her. Bulma or Yamucha could have very easily read what it said, but Hannah needed to practice in order to really get heiroglyphics down good.
"It says... 'Leave now... if you... val..value... your... life.'", Hannah read.
Bulma laughed. "Wow, there sure are a lot of death threats in this tomb. King Tut must have been very serious about people entering his "final resting place". Don't ya' think?"
Yamucha nodded. He walked over to another wall and translated the heiroglyphics.
"This wall says the same thing."
Bulma shrugged, then her eyes lit up with a mischevious glint. "Wow! You guys! Look at this!", she exclaimed while pointing to a golden, round object hidden in the shadows.
She slowly reached out to touch it. Hannah's eyes widened. "NO! DON'T TOUCH THE...", the room began to shake violently, "sphere."
Bulma shrieked and fell to the ground as she lost her balance. "Oh, shit.", she whispered.
Hannah clung to Yamucha in fear. "What do we do?!"
The walls began to close in on them. They all huddled together.
"Oh, no! Oh, no!!!", Hannah yelled. She tried desperately to push the walls apart, but of course, it was no use. The sphere was knocked to the ground as the walls came closer together.
Bulma was screaming hysterically by now. All of a sudden, the floor slid apart and the three archaeologists plummetted down, down, down.
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!", Yamucha yelled while waving his arms and legs about wildly. Quickly, as they came closer to the bottom of the passage, they began to slow until they were floating. They gracefully landed on the floor and sighed in extreme relief. Hannah wiped away her tears and Bulma choked back her own.
They looked around them curiously to find themselves in a very large room.
"Okay.", Bulma whispered. She cleared her throat. "I know this is not King Tut's tomb. Look at the writings over on that wall. They speak of some other pharaoh."
Yamucha walked over to the wall and held up his torch which he had grabbed in the first room. It had surprisingly stayed lit the entire fall.
"Leave the resting place.. of Pharaoh Vegeta.", he recited. Bulma whirled around in shock.
"N-NANI?! VEGETA?!", she screamed. She slumped to the ground and held her knees to her chest. Hannah came up beside her and soothed her.
"Don't worry, Bul-chan.", she tried to calm her distressed cousin.
"We've been searching for a year for King Tut's tomb and when I finally thought we'd found it, we find some unknown, forgotten pharaoh!"
"Damn. This is just the luck.", Yamucha whined.
"Well, since we're here, I might as well practice my translating.", Hannah beamed cheerfully. She picked up Bulma's magnifying glass and skipped over to a wall.
"Do.. not.. read this or.. he will.. awaken.", she said.
Bulma glanced up with little interest. "Gee, I don't see anyone "awakening.", she smirked sarcastically. Just then, the room began to shake.
"Oh, no. Not again!", she pouted and stood up. "Hannah! No more translating. I broke my nail on that last fall."
Yamucha rolled his eyes. "Bulma, the walls aren't even closing in. Instead, some weird sarcophagus is coming out of the ground.", he said. "Wait.. A SARCOPHAGUS?!"
Bulma unconsciously backed up until the wall was on her back. "Hannah, come over here.", she said as calmly as possible.
She ran over to Bulma just as the lid popped off of the sarcophagus. *Oh, Kami, help us.*
Bulma turned around and banged on the door to get it to open, but to no avail. They were stuck.
A mummified hand popped out of the box to help support whatever was in there on the coffin. The mummy slowly arose from the coffin. He climbed out and slowly walked over to the three intruders in his tomb.
"Toi na deh lucsi? Toi deno ca les jehn?!" ~Who are you? Who the fuck has awakened me?!~, the mummy asked.
"Well, he certainly is a potty-mouth.", Bulma snorted.
"Watch it; I understand your filth language.", he replied in perfect Japanese. Bulma gasped.
"Why do you not bow before your pharaoh?", the pharaoh asked irritably. Bulma crossed her arms.
"Excuse me, but you are not our pharaoh. You're like a couple thousand years old. Your kingdom is long gone."
It seemed that Bulma was the only one with courage. Yamucha and Hannah were blue in the face with fear.
"Y-your highness, w-we only wish to l-leave in p-peace.", Yamucha stammered. If possible, the mummy smirked.
"You shall address me as 'Lord Vegeta', servant boy.", he commanded.
"Lord Vegeta," Hannah addressed the mummy, "We only wish to leave and continue our work."
He sneered. "You shall take me and restore me to my body. You have three days to do this."
"Uh, excuse me?", Bulma held her hand out. "As if!"
Vegeta disappeared and reappeared right in front of her. She stepped back in surprise.
"You WILL restore me.", he hissed threateningly.
She nodded eagerly. "Right. Restore you. I remember now."
Vegeta seemed satisfied. He raised his hands to the ceiling of the enclosed room. He closed his eyes and a gaping hole appeared in the ceiling. First, he lifted Hannah and Yamucha. He began to float above the ground.
"Hey! What about me?!", Bulma screamed.
Vegeta smirked. "Bitches are last." With that, he floated up and out of the hole. A few minutes later, he came back down for Bulma.
"About time.", she sneered and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Eww.", she whined from the feel of his 'skin'. (I don't know what the name of the material is they used to mummify people.)
He growled at her and levitated out of the room. They touched down on the ground and Bulma quickly stepped away from him.
"So, Vegeta," Bulma began, purposely leaving out the 'Lord' part of his title, "How are we supposed to restore you to your body?"
"It's Lord Vegeta. Get it right or I'll kill you."
"Ok, 'Lord' Vegeta.", she corrected herself sarcastically.
"We will use the dragonballs.", he informed them as if that explained everything.
"Umm, just what are dragonballs, Lord Vegeta?", Hannah asked.
"They are seven orange spheres scattered about the earth which, if brought together, will grant the beholder any wish of their desire.", Vegeta replied.
Yamucha, Bulma, and Hannah nodded, the shock of having a real live mummy with them having not set in yet.
NEXT CHAPTER OF EGYPTIAN CURSES AND FATE: Bulma, Yamucha, Hannah, and the Pharaoh Vegeta set out to find the dragonballs. Vegeta reveals some information about himself.
What did you think?! Please review and tell me whether you like this idea or not. Thanks! ^_^
