The Curse of Monkey Island
Prologue
It was a calm night on the Caribbean, the stars were out, the moon was full, and all was quiet. However, not too far away from an island named Monkey Island, a bumper car floated over the water, and on it, was but one passenger, writing in an old log. The man had black flaming hair and a pair of ebony eyes, and was dressed in some gray pants with some brown shoes, a white shirt, a brown vest, and a red belt around his waist and in his left ear was a single gold earring.
In the logbook he wrote: "Captain's log: Vegeta Threepwood. Lost at sea for days now. I have no crew or navigational instruments. No provisions except a half-eaten corn-dog and, unless I find water soon, I'm surely done for. Only the hope of finding my love Bulma keeps me going." He released a sigh.
"My quest for the fabulous treasure called Big Whoop has left me in this sorry state. I thought it would bring me fame and glory." He scowled angrily at the memory. "Instead, it delivered me into the clutches of my enemy, the zombie-pirate LeCold. I had thwarted his evil plot to marry Bulma and he was after revenge."
He stopped scowling and licked his dry lips. He gave a cough before continuing writing. "Really, really thirsty now. If only I could have a small drink of fresh water, I might have the strength to sail on." Unnoticed by him, a small bottle of Spring Water from Monkey floated by. "Oh, but I know there's nothing but ocean for miles and miles…
If I could reach land, I might find water and some food. Fruit, maybe…" A crate filled with all the fruit you can imagine drifted by, again unnoticed by Vegeta. "Something to fight of the scurvy and help me get my strength back. Mmmmmm… maybe some bananas…" At that particular moment, a crate of bananas strolled by lazily, but again, unnoticed by him.
Vegeta groaned. "Oh why do I torture myself like this? I might as well wish for some chicken and big mug of grog for the good it will do me." He didn't even hear the clucking sound of the chicken that sat on a big barrel of grog that happened to drift by.
"Oh, my sweet Bulma… am I cursed to starve here on this ocean… without seeing your face one more time? Am I--" Whatever he had been about to write was cut short by a cannon being fired, and not that far away either! I'll put it mildly; he was right between a giant fortress and a giant ship, of which the cannon was fired. But more followed after that. The ship appeared to have seen better days, but by the looks of the crew, it was in the best shape it could get into. For this wasn't just any ship! It was the ship of the zombie pirate LeCold.
LeCold growled from atop his ship and shouted: "Fire!" after which a cannon was fired.
A boy with diagonal black hair with a few blond strakes through it and dark blue eyes saw the cannonball heading their way and shouted: "Incoming!" His sister, a blond haired girl with black strakes and light blue eyes also noticed this, and ran away from the place of where it would hit, screaming her head off.
The tower of the fort was hit, and after the dust had cleared, it revealed a lavender haired woman with blue eyes, dressed in some light gray sweatpants, a white sweater with a brown muscle shirt over it, a green bandana over her head and a green belt around her waist. She had an earring in both her ears and she held a flaming torch in her left hand.
She placed a hand on her hip, sighed, and said: "How many times do I have to tell you LeCold? I just don't feel that way about you." Vegeta squinted up at the woman, smiled and said: "Bulma!" LeCold didn't seem too pleased with this answer.
"By my congealed blood, you'll learn to love me!" LeCold said to Bulma. "Sail with me and I'll make ya Queen of the dead!" Bulma jumped to right between two cannons in and seemed to really consider this, torch still in hand.
"I… I can't. I'm washing my hair tonight," Bulma finally said. Her eyes flashed to the cannon on her left hand, and hurriedly fired it, getting a direct hit at one of LeCold's skeleton herd, and LeCold was furious. "Blast be yer hair woman! Can't you see that this salty old sea-corpse pines for your every gentle caress?" he asked, and when Bulma didn't answer, he fired a cannon at the fort. It hit the wall of the fort, but no one was hurt.
"You know… I don't think my father would approve of me dating the undead-" Bulma said, before firing another cannon at the ship. "And you're probably too nice a zombie-pirate for me anyway--" she continued before jumping to another cannon and firing it. "…Let's just be friends instead," she finished, firing another cannon.
LeCold wasn't too glad about this. "Daaaaaaargh!" he cursed angrily. Bulma rolled her eyes and said with a scowl on her face: "Let's face it, LeCold. You're an evil, foul-smelling, vile, codependent villain and that's just not what I'm looking for in a romantic relationship right now."
LeCold looked confused. "Darn yer riddles, ya saucy female! What d'ya mean?" he asked, swinging his arms to the side. One of his skeleton herd walked to right beside him right as he swung his arms making his head fly off and clatter about shouting: "Ahhh! Ohhh!" as he finally came to a stop near a porthole.
"You're a blood-thirsty monster who's already kidnapped me once, tortured my friends… and taken from me the only man I ever loved; Vegeta Threepwood…" Bulma finished sadly, making Vegeta sigh.
The skeleton head that was still lying on the ground said: "Awwww… how romantic…"
Suddenly, he noticed the bumper car, and shouted: "Ship Ahoy!" making everyone look around in confusion, until LeCold also saw the bumper car. "Threepwood?!!!" he hissed, before grabbing a cannon and shooting at the bumper car, making it sink.
"Fish him out!" he ordered a few of his men, and as they did, Bulma was in a near state of shock. "Vegeta?!" she wondered aloud. "Vegeta Threepwood!" LeCold hissed. "By my gangrenous gut, I don't know how you escaped my carnival of the damned, but you won't escape the taste of my blade!" he shouted raising his blade above his head, only to have it shot right out of his hand.
"Daaaargh!" he cursed and looked back, only to see a devishly smiling Bulma blow some smoke from a gun she was holding. "Ooooh. The lass has spirit! Eh," LeCold said sarcastically. Vegeta smiled over at his first love, who smiled back, before LeCold shouted: "Throw him in the hold! I'll finish him after the battle." Before he knew it, Vegeta was thrown face-first into the hold, crashing with a loud thud. "Turn loose the longboats," LeCold shouted to his men.
They pulled the ropes, and they instantly, they fell down with longboat and all. "…And prepare the flaming, voodoo cannon-ball!" he said to one of his men.
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A/N: You like? I wrote this part when I was away. Unfortunately, my friend didn't have email.
I hope people like it, I just thought of it one day… and did anyone recognize those two that ran away from the cannonball?
I might put peeps in the story who can guess either of them.
Ciao!