1 Space Pirates Will be Space Pirates… Chapter 3
Hey everybody, I'm ba-ack! Sorry it took so long to get the 3rd chapter out, but it's been hectic here lately, and I haven't had internet access in a while. Oh well, hopefully things will be better soon! I finally got my ass in gear and uploaded this chappie, so hopefully, I can do the same w/ the next one! (It all depends on the reviews, good or bad, I wanna know what you think! Yea you! In the bunny pajamas!! What do you think??) Well, this is a longer chappie, so I hope you all will enjoy! Before we get to the story, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed for my fic! HUGE THANKIES, EVERYONE!! I was soo proud! I've gotten 7 reviews! *gets up and does victory dance* I'm looking forward to lots more, tho! Well, now let's get to the fic!
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Only moments after Piccolo had given Tifa his warning, Goku, Gohan, and Goten landed, casting curious glances between the two. Then Vegeta and Trunks arrived with Bulma (she had insisted she wasn't going to be left behind again), then Krillen and 18, and pretty soon everyone was there, staring from Piccolo to the new girl and back again. The new girl took a tentative step back, she couldn't stand people in large numbers, and as solitary as her life was, this was a lot of people. She was looking at them as if she expected them to attack at any second, but her expression wasn't one of fear, it was one of defiance. She'd always been taught not to show her true emotions, and after a few beatings, it sunk in for good. She absentmindedly brushed the number on her forearm with her fingertips.
Bulma was the one to break the uncomfortable silence. She stepped forward, extending her hand. The new girl put one foot behind the other, as if to take another step back, but she didn't.
"Hi, my name's Bulma Briefs," she said as she stepped closer, offering a warm smile. The new girl inspected her hand for a moment before taking it and shaking it cautiously.
"Uh, what's your name?" Bulma asked slowly and clearly, just in case the girl was a bit slow. She murmured something incomprehensible to the average human's ears.
"Come again?" Bulma asked.
"My name is Tifa. Tifa Kay Moustafalis, but they call me Twilight Tifa," the girl replied, only slightly louder than before. "Hajimemashite," she added hastily. She hadn't needed manners in years, but before she became a space pirate, they were of the upmost importance.
Bulma then took it upon herself to go around making the introductions, but there was no more handshaking until she got to the Son family. Goku leaped forward, smiling excitedly, seized her hand and began shaking it enthusiastically, chattering nonstop about how great it was to meet another alien.
Tifa seemed surprised to say the least. If Goku hadn't snatched her hand, she would've been several yards away in an instant. Her eyes had gotten bigger, but she still did not allow herself to show fear.
*Why the hell is she acting so shy and timid now?* Piccolo wondered with a good deal of annoyance at how unafraid and bold she'd been when it was just him, and now she was acting like a little angel.
Gohan was the next to step up, (After Bulma had managed to get Goku to shut up and let go) but he approached her a little more slowly, and introduced himself. She was able to manage a small smile by now, and did so with a formal bow of her ears.
Goten stepped up shyly, and Tifa seemed to appreciate him more for it. She gave him a warm smile, dropped to one knee, and offered her hand. He gave her a big smile, and shook her hand, giving his name as he did so.
"Goten, huh? That's a nice name, does it have any special meaning?" She asked, still on one knee, with the warm smile on her face. They noticed she spoke up more, with a little more enthusiasm in her voice with him.
"Umm, none that I know of," replied Goten, thinking hard, "My mommy gave it to me, though." His smile broadened. "Does your name have any special meaning?"
"Not really, it just means fighter in the Spritian language, but yours sounds like a good, strong name." Tifa told him. "Your mommy must be a wise woman."
Goten grinned, "Yeah, she is, but what's a Sprite?"
"I'm a Sprite. It's the race I come from. What race are you from?" she asked kindly.
"I'm half Saiyan, half Human, and my daddy and Trunks' daddy are full Saiyans!" he reported proudly.
"Well, isn't that something!" she said enthusiastically.
*Maybe she hit her head or something when she landed.* Piccolo thought to himself. *But she could still be a threat. A crazy bitch is a lot more dangerous than a sane one* He turned his full attention back to where Goten and Tifa were, and noticed how she seemed to like the kids better than the adults, and they seemed to like her too, for now Trunks had joined them and was excitedly telling her how strong his dad is.
"So, what's that?" Trunks finally asked, pointing to the egg. The curiosity got the best of him.
Everyone had been listening very intently to their conversation in order to find out more about this Tifa person, but now they were even more attentive. They had all been wondering what it was, but hadn't asked.
"Well, I came here in a living space ship named Tsunami. She can shrink to the size of a rabbit when she needs to. When we crashed, she was destroyed, so she regenerated herself into this egg. I just have to wait for her to hatch." Tifa explained.
Just then, Goten noticed the number on her arm. "What's that?" he asked, reaching out to touch it. It looked as though it were slightly pressed into her skin.
Tifa's eyes flashed, and she jerked her arm back before he could touch it. She brushed all the memories brought forth by this to the back of her mind, and covered it up with a smile.
"Uh, it's just a sort of…identification," she said nervously. It wasn't exactly a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth.
"Oh, ok." Goten said, not giving it a second thought.
Even though Goten had put the matter to rest, the others were still wondering why she'd had that reaction. She had acted as though it were a wound, and she had to protect it.
*Hmm, she's hiding something, I don't like the feel of it.* Piccolo thought to himself.
*Piccolo!* Dende's voice shouted in his head. *Who's the new person?*
*She says her name is Tifa Kay Moustafalis.* Piccolo replied with irritation. *Why?*
*Well, does she have anywhere to stay?*
*She just crash-landed here, what do you think?* Piccolo thought sarcastically. He was getting impatient with where this was going.
*Well, ask her to come stay at the Lookout!* Piccolo could practically see the grin on Dende's face.
*No.* was his reply, and with that, he blocked Dende out of his mind.
"Umm, don't ya'll have places to go, people to see, things to do?" Tifa asked the group before her as Piccolo turned back to them.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Bulma inquired kindly.
"No, onna, she's not staying with us!" Vegeta answered her unspoken invitation.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine on my own; I don't like being around people that much anyway." Tifa answered, trying to get them to go away, and preventing the tirade Bulma was about to start on.
"C'mon Gohan, Goten. It's just about time for dinner, and your mother will be worried sick about us if we're late." Goku told his sons as they began to fly away.
"Maybe we should get back home to Marron, honey." Krillen suggested to 18. She nodded, and they too, flew away.
"We've got training to do." Tien told the group before he and Choutzu flew off with Yamcha tagging along.
"Well, I suppose we should be leaving, too." Bulma announced as Vegeta picked her up and began flying away with Trunks alongside them. "Bye- bye, and don't be a stranger!" she shouted before they were out of earshot.
"Well, I guess I should get going as well. Bybies!" Tifa gave Piccolo a hurried goodbye before shooting off into the blue sky.
"Hmph." Was all Piccolo said before returning to his interrupted training.
After a few hours of training, Piccolo felt much more at ease, and for the moment, had even gotten all thoughts of the new alien on the planet out of his head.
Tired and satisfied, he headed back towards the Lookout. He was greeted with an unfamiliar sight as he got closer. Mr. Popo, Dende, and Tifa were all sitting at a table outside, stuffing their faces and talking.
Piccolo landed, glaring at them, and asked, "What the hell's going on here?"
Dende took another sip of his water before explaining, "Well, when you wouldn't invite her to the Lookout, I did." He looked up, and seeing the less-than-pleased look on Piccolo's face, hastily gave more details, "She's not staying, but she will be visiting."
Piccolo replied with a "Hmph."
"Why don't you join us? We're having a grand time talking." Tifa informed him with a smile that somehow resembled a smirk. This was more like the attitude she'd pulled with him earlier that day, before the timid, innocent act.
He was accompanied by yet another "Hmph" as he walked toward his room.
"Very well then, cheerio." He overheard her say to his retreating back.
So, do ya like?? Plz tell me in reviews! They're very highly addictive!! Oh, and I want to apologize for any and all spelling or grammatical errors, including run-on sentences, what can I say? It's late, and I'm exhausted. I also wanted to say, that I love all of you who reviewed, even the triforce ppl, thank you for giving your honest opinions, and Jared, thanks for sticking up for me! I love you too, Koineko! And many more thankies to my bud Sabrina who made all of this possible one night while I was on a sugar high! I know this is long enough already, but I won't be back to check reviews or upload chappies or whatever until Monday, so I'm looking forward to lotsa reviews! I'm emailing the ppl who reviewed about it right now!!
Hey everybody, I'm ba-ack! Sorry it took so long to get the 3rd chapter out, but it's been hectic here lately, and I haven't had internet access in a while. Oh well, hopefully things will be better soon! I finally got my ass in gear and uploaded this chappie, so hopefully, I can do the same w/ the next one! (It all depends on the reviews, good or bad, I wanna know what you think! Yea you! In the bunny pajamas!! What do you think??) Well, this is a longer chappie, so I hope you all will enjoy! Before we get to the story, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed for my fic! HUGE THANKIES, EVERYONE!! I was soo proud! I've gotten 7 reviews! *gets up and does victory dance* I'm looking forward to lots more, tho! Well, now let's get to the fic!
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Only moments after Piccolo had given Tifa his warning, Goku, Gohan, and Goten landed, casting curious glances between the two. Then Vegeta and Trunks arrived with Bulma (she had insisted she wasn't going to be left behind again), then Krillen and 18, and pretty soon everyone was there, staring from Piccolo to the new girl and back again. The new girl took a tentative step back, she couldn't stand people in large numbers, and as solitary as her life was, this was a lot of people. She was looking at them as if she expected them to attack at any second, but her expression wasn't one of fear, it was one of defiance. She'd always been taught not to show her true emotions, and after a few beatings, it sunk in for good. She absentmindedly brushed the number on her forearm with her fingertips.
Bulma was the one to break the uncomfortable silence. She stepped forward, extending her hand. The new girl put one foot behind the other, as if to take another step back, but she didn't.
"Hi, my name's Bulma Briefs," she said as she stepped closer, offering a warm smile. The new girl inspected her hand for a moment before taking it and shaking it cautiously.
"Uh, what's your name?" Bulma asked slowly and clearly, just in case the girl was a bit slow. She murmured something incomprehensible to the average human's ears.
"Come again?" Bulma asked.
"My name is Tifa. Tifa Kay Moustafalis, but they call me Twilight Tifa," the girl replied, only slightly louder than before. "Hajimemashite," she added hastily. She hadn't needed manners in years, but before she became a space pirate, they were of the upmost importance.
Bulma then took it upon herself to go around making the introductions, but there was no more handshaking until she got to the Son family. Goku leaped forward, smiling excitedly, seized her hand and began shaking it enthusiastically, chattering nonstop about how great it was to meet another alien.
Tifa seemed surprised to say the least. If Goku hadn't snatched her hand, she would've been several yards away in an instant. Her eyes had gotten bigger, but she still did not allow herself to show fear.
*Why the hell is she acting so shy and timid now?* Piccolo wondered with a good deal of annoyance at how unafraid and bold she'd been when it was just him, and now she was acting like a little angel.
Gohan was the next to step up, (After Bulma had managed to get Goku to shut up and let go) but he approached her a little more slowly, and introduced himself. She was able to manage a small smile by now, and did so with a formal bow of her ears.
Goten stepped up shyly, and Tifa seemed to appreciate him more for it. She gave him a warm smile, dropped to one knee, and offered her hand. He gave her a big smile, and shook her hand, giving his name as he did so.
"Goten, huh? That's a nice name, does it have any special meaning?" She asked, still on one knee, with the warm smile on her face. They noticed she spoke up more, with a little more enthusiasm in her voice with him.
"Umm, none that I know of," replied Goten, thinking hard, "My mommy gave it to me, though." His smile broadened. "Does your name have any special meaning?"
"Not really, it just means fighter in the Spritian language, but yours sounds like a good, strong name." Tifa told him. "Your mommy must be a wise woman."
Goten grinned, "Yeah, she is, but what's a Sprite?"
"I'm a Sprite. It's the race I come from. What race are you from?" she asked kindly.
"I'm half Saiyan, half Human, and my daddy and Trunks' daddy are full Saiyans!" he reported proudly.
"Well, isn't that something!" she said enthusiastically.
*Maybe she hit her head or something when she landed.* Piccolo thought to himself. *But she could still be a threat. A crazy bitch is a lot more dangerous than a sane one* He turned his full attention back to where Goten and Tifa were, and noticed how she seemed to like the kids better than the adults, and they seemed to like her too, for now Trunks had joined them and was excitedly telling her how strong his dad is.
"So, what's that?" Trunks finally asked, pointing to the egg. The curiosity got the best of him.
Everyone had been listening very intently to their conversation in order to find out more about this Tifa person, but now they were even more attentive. They had all been wondering what it was, but hadn't asked.
"Well, I came here in a living space ship named Tsunami. She can shrink to the size of a rabbit when she needs to. When we crashed, she was destroyed, so she regenerated herself into this egg. I just have to wait for her to hatch." Tifa explained.
Just then, Goten noticed the number on her arm. "What's that?" he asked, reaching out to touch it. It looked as though it were slightly pressed into her skin.
Tifa's eyes flashed, and she jerked her arm back before he could touch it. She brushed all the memories brought forth by this to the back of her mind, and covered it up with a smile.
"Uh, it's just a sort of…identification," she said nervously. It wasn't exactly a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth.
"Oh, ok." Goten said, not giving it a second thought.
Even though Goten had put the matter to rest, the others were still wondering why she'd had that reaction. She had acted as though it were a wound, and she had to protect it.
*Hmm, she's hiding something, I don't like the feel of it.* Piccolo thought to himself.
*Piccolo!* Dende's voice shouted in his head. *Who's the new person?*
*She says her name is Tifa Kay Moustafalis.* Piccolo replied with irritation. *Why?*
*Well, does she have anywhere to stay?*
*She just crash-landed here, what do you think?* Piccolo thought sarcastically. He was getting impatient with where this was going.
*Well, ask her to come stay at the Lookout!* Piccolo could practically see the grin on Dende's face.
*No.* was his reply, and with that, he blocked Dende out of his mind.
"Umm, don't ya'll have places to go, people to see, things to do?" Tifa asked the group before her as Piccolo turned back to them.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Bulma inquired kindly.
"No, onna, she's not staying with us!" Vegeta answered her unspoken invitation.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine on my own; I don't like being around people that much anyway." Tifa answered, trying to get them to go away, and preventing the tirade Bulma was about to start on.
"C'mon Gohan, Goten. It's just about time for dinner, and your mother will be worried sick about us if we're late." Goku told his sons as they began to fly away.
"Maybe we should get back home to Marron, honey." Krillen suggested to 18. She nodded, and they too, flew away.
"We've got training to do." Tien told the group before he and Choutzu flew off with Yamcha tagging along.
"Well, I suppose we should be leaving, too." Bulma announced as Vegeta picked her up and began flying away with Trunks alongside them. "Bye- bye, and don't be a stranger!" she shouted before they were out of earshot.
"Well, I guess I should get going as well. Bybies!" Tifa gave Piccolo a hurried goodbye before shooting off into the blue sky.
"Hmph." Was all Piccolo said before returning to his interrupted training.
After a few hours of training, Piccolo felt much more at ease, and for the moment, had even gotten all thoughts of the new alien on the planet out of his head.
Tired and satisfied, he headed back towards the Lookout. He was greeted with an unfamiliar sight as he got closer. Mr. Popo, Dende, and Tifa were all sitting at a table outside, stuffing their faces and talking.
Piccolo landed, glaring at them, and asked, "What the hell's going on here?"
Dende took another sip of his water before explaining, "Well, when you wouldn't invite her to the Lookout, I did." He looked up, and seeing the less-than-pleased look on Piccolo's face, hastily gave more details, "She's not staying, but she will be visiting."
Piccolo replied with a "Hmph."
"Why don't you join us? We're having a grand time talking." Tifa informed him with a smile that somehow resembled a smirk. This was more like the attitude she'd pulled with him earlier that day, before the timid, innocent act.
He was accompanied by yet another "Hmph" as he walked toward his room.
"Very well then, cheerio." He overheard her say to his retreating back.
So, do ya like?? Plz tell me in reviews! They're very highly addictive!! Oh, and I want to apologize for any and all spelling or grammatical errors, including run-on sentences, what can I say? It's late, and I'm exhausted. I also wanted to say, that I love all of you who reviewed, even the triforce ppl, thank you for giving your honest opinions, and Jared, thanks for sticking up for me! I love you too, Koineko! And many more thankies to my bud Sabrina who made all of this possible one night while I was on a sugar high! I know this is long enough already, but I won't be back to check reviews or upload chappies or whatever until Monday, so I'm looking forward to lotsa reviews! I'm emailing the ppl who reviewed about it right now!!