1 Space Pirates will be Space Pirates…
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. I'm serious, I don't even own this computer.
I am soo very sorry to all of you out there who are actually reading this excess imagination stuff that I haven't been uploading very much here lately. I send my deepest, heartfelt apologies to you for that, as well as for how crappy this chappie is, but hey, gimme a break of that kit kat bar, I've had some of the worst writer's block I've ever had in my entire life, plus we moved, and I can't find my own puter, and I'm just a very lazy person. But through all of it, I was getting emails from ppl who wanted more sometime soon or they would hunt me down, and make me write the next chap, so here it is.
Tifa took to the sky, feeling very refreshed after getting the first good night's sleep she'd had in years. The UP's had usually been breathing down her neck while she was in space, and it seemed that no matter where she and Tsunami hid, they were found shortly after, so they had to keep their guard up at all times.
*Heh, maybe we should think about settling down here. The UP's wouldn't find us.* She laughed out loud at the thought of a space pirate like her settling down. *Ha! Maybe I should have a family, too!* She laughed even harder at this. *Me getting married?! Yeah right! I can just picture the wedding now, the family and friends of the bride all criminals from the most wanted list! Oh my kai, me raising kids? Oh, there's no telling what they'd look like or what kind of "skills" they'd learn!* She laughed aloud a little more before the growling of her stomach interrupted. She put a hand on her stomach.
"Hmm, maybe I should take that Bulma woman up on her 'don't be a stranger' offer." She flew in the direction of Capsule Corp., following Vegeta's ki signature.
A few minutes later, Tifa landed on Bulma's front doorstep, and rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" a little kid's voice yelled from inside. A second later, Trunks opened the door. He grinned. "Tifa! Great!" He turned around, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in as he did so. "Mom!" he yelled, "Tifa's here!"
Tifa was pulled into a large kitchen where Bulma had a meal cooking in some very high-tech kitchen equipment, with Vegeta sitting at the table, waiting for his food.
"Mmm, that smells good. Uh, what is it?" Tifa asked, looking in one of many large pots.
"Well, that's a pot of butter noodles you're looking at, and there's some rice in the pot next to that one, and there's some meat and bread cooking in the stove." Bulma informed her, "Would you like to join us for lunch?"
"lunch?!" Tifa asked, seeming very surprised, "Lunch? I slept in?"
"Yes Sprite, lunch, now will you stop your babbling so we can eat?" a very annoyed Vegeta asked.
"Sheesh, sor-ry. I just can't believe I slept in that late." Tifa seemed to have overcome her shyness around them overnight. She took a spare seat at the table, and looked toward the stove, longingly.
For a while after they had been served their food, (the meat was pork chops) there were only the sounds of their food being chewed because most of the table was eating as though they were starving to death. Once they'd satisfied their hunger enough to slow down, conversation picked up.
"So why was it so surprising for you to sleep till lunch?" Bulma inquired, "Are you an 'early to bed, early to rise' kind of person?"
"No, actually, I love sleeping. If I can, I'll sleep 15 hours straight, but I can't usually get even 8 hours," Tifa replied.
"Why's that?" Bulma asked, trying not to sound as though she were prying, even though she was.
Tifa gave her a suspicious look before answering, "Space can be a dangerous place, and you have to keep your guard up constantly."
She stood up. "Well, thanks for the meal, it was wonderful. I hate to eat and run, but I really must be going. Bye now!" She was out the door and gone before they could say good-bye.
*Shut up, old man. I don't want to think about it.* Piccolo thought to Kami as he tried to meditate. Kami had reopened the subject of Tifa. He hadn't even really been talking to Piccolo this time, but Piccolo was still sick of having to listen to his and Nail's conversation in his head.
*Well, I'm just saying what a nice girl she seems to be, although somewhat too mysterious and private with her life. Hmm, kind of reminds me of someone, wouldn't you say, Nail?* Kami was just trying to get to him now.
*Yeah, now who do you suppose it could be?* Nail was joining in now. *Hm, seems awfully familiar…* Piccolo could practically see his grin.
*Someone we know very well…* Kami agreed.
*It's right on the tip of my tongue…*
*Or on the edge of our minds…*
Finally, Piccolo could ignore them no longer. *Shut up, both of you!* He mentally yelled at them, *I'm sick of your collective bullshit! I'm not the least like that weak little alien girl!*
*Actually, her power level was pretty high-* Nail started.
*I don't care!*
*Really, Piccolo, you should take anger management classes. If you werent' in such good shape, you'd probably make yourself go into cardiac arrest, and I don't know about Nail, but I'm in no mood to have a heart attack any time soon.* Kami told him.
*If I thought it'd get me away from you two, I'd stop my own damn heart.*
*How rude!* Kami commented.
*Simply appalling!* Nail added.
Piccolo growled to himself.
I hope this chappie isn't as crappy as I think it is, or I might have some very pissed off readers out there. *laughs nervously* But don't worry, the next one might be a little better, it's up to ya'll to decide. Uh, so plz read, review, and make love, not war. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. I'm serious, I don't even own this computer.
I am soo very sorry to all of you out there who are actually reading this excess imagination stuff that I haven't been uploading very much here lately. I send my deepest, heartfelt apologies to you for that, as well as for how crappy this chappie is, but hey, gimme a break of that kit kat bar, I've had some of the worst writer's block I've ever had in my entire life, plus we moved, and I can't find my own puter, and I'm just a very lazy person. But through all of it, I was getting emails from ppl who wanted more sometime soon or they would hunt me down, and make me write the next chap, so here it is.
Tifa took to the sky, feeling very refreshed after getting the first good night's sleep she'd had in years. The UP's had usually been breathing down her neck while she was in space, and it seemed that no matter where she and Tsunami hid, they were found shortly after, so they had to keep their guard up at all times.
*Heh, maybe we should think about settling down here. The UP's wouldn't find us.* She laughed out loud at the thought of a space pirate like her settling down. *Ha! Maybe I should have a family, too!* She laughed even harder at this. *Me getting married?! Yeah right! I can just picture the wedding now, the family and friends of the bride all criminals from the most wanted list! Oh my kai, me raising kids? Oh, there's no telling what they'd look like or what kind of "skills" they'd learn!* She laughed aloud a little more before the growling of her stomach interrupted. She put a hand on her stomach.
"Hmm, maybe I should take that Bulma woman up on her 'don't be a stranger' offer." She flew in the direction of Capsule Corp., following Vegeta's ki signature.
A few minutes later, Tifa landed on Bulma's front doorstep, and rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" a little kid's voice yelled from inside. A second later, Trunks opened the door. He grinned. "Tifa! Great!" He turned around, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in as he did so. "Mom!" he yelled, "Tifa's here!"
Tifa was pulled into a large kitchen where Bulma had a meal cooking in some very high-tech kitchen equipment, with Vegeta sitting at the table, waiting for his food.
"Mmm, that smells good. Uh, what is it?" Tifa asked, looking in one of many large pots.
"Well, that's a pot of butter noodles you're looking at, and there's some rice in the pot next to that one, and there's some meat and bread cooking in the stove." Bulma informed her, "Would you like to join us for lunch?"
"lunch?!" Tifa asked, seeming very surprised, "Lunch? I slept in?"
"Yes Sprite, lunch, now will you stop your babbling so we can eat?" a very annoyed Vegeta asked.
"Sheesh, sor-ry. I just can't believe I slept in that late." Tifa seemed to have overcome her shyness around them overnight. She took a spare seat at the table, and looked toward the stove, longingly.
For a while after they had been served their food, (the meat was pork chops) there were only the sounds of their food being chewed because most of the table was eating as though they were starving to death. Once they'd satisfied their hunger enough to slow down, conversation picked up.
"So why was it so surprising for you to sleep till lunch?" Bulma inquired, "Are you an 'early to bed, early to rise' kind of person?"
"No, actually, I love sleeping. If I can, I'll sleep 15 hours straight, but I can't usually get even 8 hours," Tifa replied.
"Why's that?" Bulma asked, trying not to sound as though she were prying, even though she was.
Tifa gave her a suspicious look before answering, "Space can be a dangerous place, and you have to keep your guard up constantly."
She stood up. "Well, thanks for the meal, it was wonderful. I hate to eat and run, but I really must be going. Bye now!" She was out the door and gone before they could say good-bye.
*Shut up, old man. I don't want to think about it.* Piccolo thought to Kami as he tried to meditate. Kami had reopened the subject of Tifa. He hadn't even really been talking to Piccolo this time, but Piccolo was still sick of having to listen to his and Nail's conversation in his head.
*Well, I'm just saying what a nice girl she seems to be, although somewhat too mysterious and private with her life. Hmm, kind of reminds me of someone, wouldn't you say, Nail?* Kami was just trying to get to him now.
*Yeah, now who do you suppose it could be?* Nail was joining in now. *Hm, seems awfully familiar…* Piccolo could practically see his grin.
*Someone we know very well…* Kami agreed.
*It's right on the tip of my tongue…*
*Or on the edge of our minds…*
Finally, Piccolo could ignore them no longer. *Shut up, both of you!* He mentally yelled at them, *I'm sick of your collective bullshit! I'm not the least like that weak little alien girl!*
*Actually, her power level was pretty high-* Nail started.
*I don't care!*
*Really, Piccolo, you should take anger management classes. If you werent' in such good shape, you'd probably make yourself go into cardiac arrest, and I don't know about Nail, but I'm in no mood to have a heart attack any time soon.* Kami told him.
*If I thought it'd get me away from you two, I'd stop my own damn heart.*
*How rude!* Kami commented.
*Simply appalling!* Nail added.
Piccolo growled to himself.
I hope this chappie isn't as crappy as I think it is, or I might have some very pissed off readers out there. *laughs nervously* But don't worry, the next one might be a little better, it's up to ya'll to decide. Uh, so plz read, review, and make love, not war. Thank you!