Space Pirates Will be Space Pirates...
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: nope, uh-uh, nada, no, that's a negative, I own zip, zilch, absolutely nothing, except my ideas.
Note: If you haven't read Piccolosfire's fics, you really should! Sometime soon! She's a great author, and a wonderful friend, and I owe her at least this much for putting up w/ my computer illiteracy, thank you again Sabrina!! Also, Piccolo0714 has several amazing fics that are up, go read them after this!
"Must focus," the large, green namek said, trying harder to slip into his meditative trance. For some reason, he'd had a feeling of foreboding all day, and if he had asked the other Z senshi, they felt the same. It was as if something were coming, possibly something very powerful. Possibly something dangerous. All of them had been unexplainably tense that day, especially Piccolo. It was for this reason he was in the mountain range, training, trying to release a bit of that tension....it wasn't working.
Piccolo suddenly unleashed a large amount of energy at a mountain, leveling it instantly. He growled in frustration, he hated feeling this tense, this anxious, this....nervous? He brushed the thought away with a shake of his head.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the energy of the large spaceship that crashed a few miles away. It crashed so suddenly, it made Piccolo jump. He whirled around in the direction of the downed-spacecraft.
"What the hell??" he shouted rather loudly. *What in the world was that? I better go check it out, find out if it's friendly or not, and whether it's looking for a good fight or not* His lip curved into an evil smirk at the last thought, it had been a while since he'd had a good fight.
He took off for the ship, leaving a faint trail of ki in his wake.
"Ah, shit. That's gonna leave a mark." Muttered an alien woman as she managed to crawl/pull herself out of the wreckage that was only moments ago, her spaceship. As she stood, brushing herself off, thanking every lucky star there was out there that she wasn't injured, she caught a glance of the smouldering pile of scrap metal that used to be her ship.
"Oh no, not my little Tsunami!" She sighed. "Great. Just great. Now if the UP's manage to track us to this remote little desert island of a planet, which I doubt, but if they do, we're stuck. Trapped. Damn it."
She looked back over to her ship and began rummaging through the pieces of it that were still left, obviously looking for something. She gave an excited, "Aha!" once she found what she was looking for: a rather large deep blue egg.
"Who are you?" Demanded a deep, growling voice from a little ways behind her. She turned around, and the green guy studied her to see if she were a potential threat, while she did the same. He saw a young woman, looked to be about in her middle-twenties with shoulder-length dark brown hair, bright green eyes, tan complexion, a little on the short side, and basically looked human. There were just a few minor details that might suggest she were of another world. She had brown cat-like ears, tail, and fangs. She was dressed in a pair of very baggy pants w/ dragons and symbols airbrushed on them, and a loose-fitting black shirt. He also took note of the number she was branded with on her left forearm. She was holding a large, deep blue egg on her left arm.
"I might ask you the same thing, buddy." She replied in a heavy southern accent. She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't giving her name first. She'd learned that lesson the hard way.
Piccolo smirked in return. He wasn't too sure if she would've heard of him, but if she had, he'd enjoy the look of fear that would enter her features when she heard it. So he decided to go first after all.
"I am Piccolo Damaoh, the Demon King, or Ma Jr. Now who are you?" Piccolo was slightly disappointed in her lack of fear at his name. Oh well...
"I am Twilight Tifa, the scourge of space, or Tifa Kay Moustafalis. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said, sarcastically.
"What race are you from?" Piccolo demanded another answer to his question.
"Spritian. Yourself?" She countered.
"Namek." Piccolo sneered at her. "What business do you have here?"
"You're awfully nosy, aren't you?" She asked, his questions getting on her nerves. "If you think I'm here to blow up or conquer this little speck of a planet, you're sadly mistaken. I wouldn't waste my time on this little dustball."
"Fine, but there are others you'll probably meet and they'll ask even more questions than I did just because they're nosy." Piccolo informed her as he felt the gang's collective kis fast approaching.
"That's fine by me, no one's making me answer all the questions." She said, seeming to be able to sense ki as well by the way she tilted her head back a bit, just enough to look up at the approaching figures, but not enough to make her open to any attack Piccolo could try.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: nope, uh-uh, nada, no, that's a negative, I own zip, zilch, absolutely nothing, except my ideas.
Note: If you haven't read Piccolosfire's fics, you really should! Sometime soon! She's a great author, and a wonderful friend, and I owe her at least this much for putting up w/ my computer illiteracy, thank you again Sabrina!! Also, Piccolo0714 has several amazing fics that are up, go read them after this!
"Must focus," the large, green namek said, trying harder to slip into his meditative trance. For some reason, he'd had a feeling of foreboding all day, and if he had asked the other Z senshi, they felt the same. It was as if something were coming, possibly something very powerful. Possibly something dangerous. All of them had been unexplainably tense that day, especially Piccolo. It was for this reason he was in the mountain range, training, trying to release a bit of that tension....it wasn't working.
Piccolo suddenly unleashed a large amount of energy at a mountain, leveling it instantly. He growled in frustration, he hated feeling this tense, this anxious, this....nervous? He brushed the thought away with a shake of his head.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the energy of the large spaceship that crashed a few miles away. It crashed so suddenly, it made Piccolo jump. He whirled around in the direction of the downed-spacecraft.
"What the hell??" he shouted rather loudly. *What in the world was that? I better go check it out, find out if it's friendly or not, and whether it's looking for a good fight or not* His lip curved into an evil smirk at the last thought, it had been a while since he'd had a good fight.
He took off for the ship, leaving a faint trail of ki in his wake.
"Ah, shit. That's gonna leave a mark." Muttered an alien woman as she managed to crawl/pull herself out of the wreckage that was only moments ago, her spaceship. As she stood, brushing herself off, thanking every lucky star there was out there that she wasn't injured, she caught a glance of the smouldering pile of scrap metal that used to be her ship.
"Oh no, not my little Tsunami!" She sighed. "Great. Just great. Now if the UP's manage to track us to this remote little desert island of a planet, which I doubt, but if they do, we're stuck. Trapped. Damn it."
She looked back over to her ship and began rummaging through the pieces of it that were still left, obviously looking for something. She gave an excited, "Aha!" once she found what she was looking for: a rather large deep blue egg.
"Who are you?" Demanded a deep, growling voice from a little ways behind her. She turned around, and the green guy studied her to see if she were a potential threat, while she did the same. He saw a young woman, looked to be about in her middle-twenties with shoulder-length dark brown hair, bright green eyes, tan complexion, a little on the short side, and basically looked human. There were just a few minor details that might suggest she were of another world. She had brown cat-like ears, tail, and fangs. She was dressed in a pair of very baggy pants w/ dragons and symbols airbrushed on them, and a loose-fitting black shirt. He also took note of the number she was branded with on her left forearm. She was holding a large, deep blue egg on her left arm.
"I might ask you the same thing, buddy." She replied in a heavy southern accent. She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't giving her name first. She'd learned that lesson the hard way.
Piccolo smirked in return. He wasn't too sure if she would've heard of him, but if she had, he'd enjoy the look of fear that would enter her features when she heard it. So he decided to go first after all.
"I am Piccolo Damaoh, the Demon King, or Ma Jr. Now who are you?" Piccolo was slightly disappointed in her lack of fear at his name. Oh well...
"I am Twilight Tifa, the scourge of space, or Tifa Kay Moustafalis. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said, sarcastically.
"What race are you from?" Piccolo demanded another answer to his question.
"Spritian. Yourself?" She countered.
"Namek." Piccolo sneered at her. "What business do you have here?"
"You're awfully nosy, aren't you?" She asked, his questions getting on her nerves. "If you think I'm here to blow up or conquer this little speck of a planet, you're sadly mistaken. I wouldn't waste my time on this little dustball."
"Fine, but there are others you'll probably meet and they'll ask even more questions than I did just because they're nosy." Piccolo informed her as he felt the gang's collective kis fast approaching.
"That's fine by me, no one's making me answer all the questions." She said, seeming to be able to sense ki as well by the way she tilted her head back a bit, just enough to look up at the approaching figures, but not enough to make her open to any attack Piccolo could try.