Chapter Nine: The Greatest Threat To Bulma Imaginable
A few days later in Dark Horns's office…
"I don't care what my father says, Princess Bulma! I am making you my woman!"
"No, you bastard! Let me go! Lone Prince will kill you!"
"Let him try! AHAHAHAHAHA! Come to Dark Horns, my blue-haired beauty!"
"No, no, let me go!"
"Gimme a kiss, little girl!"
"I said NO!"
"You know that you want to!" Dark Horns made kissing noises.
"No, no, I said!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"I want you and I will have you!"
"Get away from me, you two-horned freak!"
"Freaks can be fun in bed, little girl…now, why don't you let me show you!" Dark Horns pulled his captive up to his face and kissed her hard, wrapping his tail around her.
"Stop, no, stop, let me go!"
"You know that you want this!" Dark Horns began to nuzzle her neck and kiss it.
"No, no, I hate you, I really hate you! I don't want you…or do I?"
"You do! You do!" Dark Horns insisted, kissing some more.
"I hate you, no wait, I just…dislike you, yes that's it…no, wait it's not even that…I think that I might slightly like you…but not really care…no, no, stop that! Okay, I'll admit it! I'm enjoying this!"
"I knew that you would!"
"Yes, I am! Oh, you certainly know how to make me feel good, Dark Horns! Oh, I just imagine what life would be like with you…"
"Of course you can. Droolian princesses are attracted to wealth, power, and full access to satellite television and intergalacticnet, and I have all three! Now come to Daddy!"
"Oh, yes, yes! I don't even know what I saw in Lone Prince!"
"I don't either, but that's alright; I didn't get it right the first time either…gimme another kiss!"
"Okay, I will! Pucker up!"
"SIRE!"
"SIRE!"
Dark Horns abruptly threw his new partner behind his desk, brushed himself off, and stormed over to his doorway, which he had foolishly left over. "Zarbon! Porto Rico! How dare you two interrupt me?" he roared.
"I apologize, sire!" Zarbon stammered.
"And so do I!" Porto Rico cried.
"How long have you two been standing there?" Dark Horns yelled.
"Not long."
"Not long at all, sire."
Dark Horns became unexpectedly frantic. "How much did you two see and hear?" he screamed, with his eyes bulging and sweat raining down his face.
Captain Zarbon held up his hands in protest. "Nothing, sire! Nothing for you to worry about!"
"You can relax, sire!" Porto Rico insisted, backing away. "We did not see you making out with your life-size, interactive, talking Princess Bulma doll again!"
"Good for you two that you didn't!" Dark Horns said authoritatively, much calmer now. "Now both of you get out of here! I have some…personal matters to attend to before I go see my father!"
"Yes, sire!" both Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico agreed. Before they disappeared down the hallway, Captain Zarbon was heard saying, "Porto, we really need to find him a girlfriend…"
In President Screw's private bathroom…
"Ah, I knew that I'd take care of those turds sooner or later! I feel so much better now!" President Screw sighed contentedly, as he flushed the toilet. He stood up and began to preen in the mirror before pulling up his pants again. He gave the wall in front of him a full frontal view, just as a familiar annoying voice popped up:
"President Screw!"
President Screw abruptly covered his crotch. He hissed at the smirking face of Commanderette Eighteen, who was on the teleview wall behind his toilet. "I could have sworn that I had wall block put in here! How did you get access to it anyway?"
Commanderette Eighteen grinned. "I have my connections…the main one involving a cute, no-nose bald-headed young man, if you know what I mean! Anyway, they finally got around to bringing Princess Bulma to your office, President. Dark Horns and his buddies are waiting for you there."
"About blasted time!" President Screw fumed. "Now tell my boy and his pansy pals that I'll be right there!"
"Yes, President Screw, sir!" Commanderette Eighteen said and saluted.
President Screw saluted back, and Commanderette Eighteen chuckled before her face faded from the teleview mirror. "Nice view, eh, President…"
President Screw wished at that moment that he were small enough to flush himself down the toilet.
President Screw's office…
President Screw's office's had mahogany furniture, crown molding, and all the fancy amenities that a extravagant womanizing man would have…including the framed nude Playchangeling centerfolds on the walls.
And on the one non-nudity wall was a huge teleview screen…showing the frantic face of poor King Briefs, who had just been informed of his beloved daughter's new whereabouts. Tears were streaming down the old man's face.
And on a surgical table that had been turned up vertically, was poor Princess Bulma, who was now dressed in a white surgical gown and with her limbs and neck all strapped down. Tears were streaming down her face as well; she had not been harmed physically other than Dark Horns knocking her out, but she had heard Dark Horns talking with some associates about what her future fate would be if King Briefs did not do what Dark Horns and his father wanted.
King Briefs was shouting at Dark Horns, "Dark Horns, you bastard! What are you going to do to my daughter?"
Dark Horns chuckled. "Allow me to introduce my friend here…" He pointed to a short, man with long white hair who was bald on top except for a clear plastic dome showing his cranium. "His name is Dr. Gero, the greatest boob-job man in the galaxy…and New York City and Satan City."
Dr. Gero saluted King Briefs. "Hello, Your Highness!"
A nurse was cuddling up against Dr. Gero…a younger girl who was the spitting image of Bulma herself. She could almost be mistaken for Bulma, as long as she didn't speak, because the moment that she spoke, everyone immediately knew that she wasn't the brainy captive. Nurse Maron, Dr. Gero's current lover, was not the brightest star in the galaxy, and the only reason that she had graduated from nursing school at all was because she had slept with the school's president and two of her professors.
Dr. Gero's assistant, Nineteen, was only semi-smarter than his boss's lover. He was huge, squat, and fat with a face resembling that of a painted Chinese clown. He wore a small helmet with a huge spike on his round head. He too saluted King Briefs.
King Briefs cried, "What boob-job! She's already had a boob job! In fact, she received it as a high-school graduation present!"
Dark Horns laughed. "Oh, it's much worse than you think, King Briefs! You see, Your Majesty, if you do not allow us access to your planet and give us the password for the Dragonspaceballs, Dr. Gero here will give your daughter back…her old chest!"
Dr. Gero chuckled, as he held up an old picture of a flat-chested Bulma. Bulma saw the picture and screamed in terror.
"NO! Where did you all get that picture! I ordered all those pictures destroyed the moment that my breasts healed! No!" She burst into tears. She had been so proud of her bountiful bosom, especially during her lovemaking with Lone Prince.
"All right!" King Briefs cried. "I'll tell! I'll tell!"
"No, Daddy, please don't!" Bulma begged her father. "My chest isn't worth all that!"
"You're right, my dear," King Briefs told his daughter calmly. "The potential fate of our planet and the protection of the Dragonspaceballs does make your breasts seem small…um, oops that didn't come out right…sorry, my dear…"
Dark Horns turned to Dr. Gero. "Alright, Gero, do you worst!"
"With pleasure!" Dr. Gero laughed, as he held up his scalpel towards Bulma's plentiful bosom. Bulma screamed at the sight of the scalpel and fainted, as Nineteen lowered the surgical table.
"No!" King Briefs screamed. "Wait! I'll tell you the password! I will! And I will let all of you onto the planet to get the Dragonspaceballs!"
"Good!" Dark Horns said happily. "Smart move, old man. He moved closer to the teleview screen, as a disappointed Dr. Gero began to put his surgical tools away. "Okay, King, give it to me, so I can write it down."
King Briefs said tearfully, "The password is actually part of an old popular song. The first part of the song is 'A'."
"'A'," Dark Horns repeated, writing it down.
Porto Rico began to dance and bounce up and down like a cheerleader. He was wearing a jogging outfit, so his unnaturally large breasts jumped up and down with him. "You've got your 'A', you've got your 'A'!" he cheered.
"'B'."
Dark Horns wrote that down too, as Porto Rico chanted, "You've got you 'B', you've got your 'B'!"
"'C'."
"You've got your 'C', you've got your 'C'!"
"'D'."
"You've got your 'D', you've got your 'D'!"
"'E'."
"You've got your 'E', you've got your-"
"SHUT UP, PORTO!" both Dark Horns and Captain Zarbon yelled.
"Yes, guys." A saddened Porto Rico hung his head down.
"'F'…and 'G'."
There was silence after Dark Horns wrote the 'G'. "Okay?" Dark Horns asked seriously.
"That's it," King Briefs said sadly.
"So the password is 'A, B, C, D, E, F, G'?" Dark Horns asked incredulously. He then fumed, "That's the dumbest password I've ever heard of in my life! That's the sort of password a moron would have for his or her email account!"
"That's my password for my email account!" Maron chirped brightly.
Zarbon whispered to Porto Rico, "Sustained."
"Very good, King," Captain Zarbon said. "Thank you, Your Majesty." He then pulled out a remote and clicked a button…
THE END
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A/N: Well, everyone I sure hoped that you enjoyed this story! Thank you all so much for reading! I truly enjoyed writing this…hey, wait a minute! The story's not over yet! Who ended my story? I wasn't planning on ending it this way…who ended it? I demand to know…
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INTERLUDE
"The end?" Dark Horns hissed, as Dr. Gero could be heard moaning and groaning passionately, "What did you do?"
"Why, I ended communication with King Briefs, sire," Captain Zarbon said.
"No, you didn't, you idiot! You ended the fanfiction! You ended Sawnya's story! She's not allowed to stop writing it yet! I still have to have my great battle with Lone Prince and wind up in bed with the heroine…and save the day…and…"
"Sire, I don't think Sawnya will end the story that way," Captain Zarbon told him.
Dark Horns sulked, but then he said, "Oh, fine, you're right! Curse that Sawnya! Well, anyway, turn the story back on, Zarbon! Turn it on! Start the story again!"
"Are you sure, sire? I think the story ended so nicely where it did," Zarbon said, as Dr. Gero cried out, "Oh, yes, baby, give Daddy some lovin'!"
"Yes!" Dark Horns screamed. "Hurry up before Sawnya is forced to write a disgusting Dr. Gero/Maron lemon!"
"Yes, yes, sire!" Captain Zarbon cried, swiftly pressing the button on the remote….
END OF INTERLUDE. NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED FANFICTION!
A/N: Thank you, God!
The story begins again.
Dr. Gero was stroking Maron's clothed bosom while Maron was stroking his…(well, we won't go into that; everyone gets the picture). Anyway, Dr. Gero hurriedly zipped up his pants while Maron discreetly tucked her previously occupied hand behind her back.
"Well the story continues," Dark Horns said with some relief. "And we have the password, dumb as it is." He turned to a happily satiated Dr. Gero and said, "Gero, you're dismissed. Go back to your lab and work on your dolls some more."
"Androids," Dr. Gero corrected.
"Whatever."
Dr. Gero sighed, "Well, come on, Maron, Nineteen, let's go." Maron and Nineteen began to pack up their things. He said to Dark Horns, just as they were leaving, "Of course, you know, sire, that I'll still have to bill you for this..."
Maron, who was the last one to leave, smiled seductively, as she winked at Dark Horns and the other men. Dark Horns winked back at her before she turned her face away again and left. He chuckled to Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico. "I bet she gives great horn!"
"Dr. Gero would know that," Captain Zarbon said slyly.
President Screw hurried in at that moment, his horns scraping against the ceiling. "Did we get the password?"
"Yes, Father!" Dark Horns said proudly. "The password is 'A', 'B', 'C', 'D', 'E', 'F', and 'G'."
"What a coincidence!" President Screw cried aloud. "That's my email account password! Prepare Screwball 1000 for immediate departure to planet Droolia!"
"Now you and I can become immortal!" President Screw shouted happily to his son. He patted Dark Horns on his back. "Wonderful job, my son! And one last thing…"
"What's that, Father?"
"Change my password on my email account."
Dark Horns grinned devilishly. "Oh, yes, Father, I will…" He rubbed his fingertips in imitation of Montgomery Burns. "Excellent…"
Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico began making plans to kill the creators of "Simpsons".
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A/N: Very short, I know, but I will make it up. Hope you are still enjoying this! Hey, I'm thinking of having those who reviewed so far have cameo parts in future chapters of this story, so stay tuned!
A few days later in Dark Horns's office…
"I don't care what my father says, Princess Bulma! I am making you my woman!"
"No, you bastard! Let me go! Lone Prince will kill you!"
"Let him try! AHAHAHAHAHA! Come to Dark Horns, my blue-haired beauty!"
"No, no, let me go!"
"Gimme a kiss, little girl!"
"I said NO!"
"You know that you want to!" Dark Horns made kissing noises.
"No, no, I said!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"I want you and I will have you!"
"Get away from me, you two-horned freak!"
"Freaks can be fun in bed, little girl…now, why don't you let me show you!" Dark Horns pulled his captive up to his face and kissed her hard, wrapping his tail around her.
"Stop, no, stop, let me go!"
"You know that you want this!" Dark Horns began to nuzzle her neck and kiss it.
"No, no, I hate you, I really hate you! I don't want you…or do I?"
"You do! You do!" Dark Horns insisted, kissing some more.
"I hate you, no wait, I just…dislike you, yes that's it…no, wait it's not even that…I think that I might slightly like you…but not really care…no, no, stop that! Okay, I'll admit it! I'm enjoying this!"
"I knew that you would!"
"Yes, I am! Oh, you certainly know how to make me feel good, Dark Horns! Oh, I just imagine what life would be like with you…"
"Of course you can. Droolian princesses are attracted to wealth, power, and full access to satellite television and intergalacticnet, and I have all three! Now come to Daddy!"
"Oh, yes, yes! I don't even know what I saw in Lone Prince!"
"I don't either, but that's alright; I didn't get it right the first time either…gimme another kiss!"
"Okay, I will! Pucker up!"
"SIRE!"
"SIRE!"
Dark Horns abruptly threw his new partner behind his desk, brushed himself off, and stormed over to his doorway, which he had foolishly left over. "Zarbon! Porto Rico! How dare you two interrupt me?" he roared.
"I apologize, sire!" Zarbon stammered.
"And so do I!" Porto Rico cried.
"How long have you two been standing there?" Dark Horns yelled.
"Not long."
"Not long at all, sire."
Dark Horns became unexpectedly frantic. "How much did you two see and hear?" he screamed, with his eyes bulging and sweat raining down his face.
Captain Zarbon held up his hands in protest. "Nothing, sire! Nothing for you to worry about!"
"You can relax, sire!" Porto Rico insisted, backing away. "We did not see you making out with your life-size, interactive, talking Princess Bulma doll again!"
"Good for you two that you didn't!" Dark Horns said authoritatively, much calmer now. "Now both of you get out of here! I have some…personal matters to attend to before I go see my father!"
"Yes, sire!" both Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico agreed. Before they disappeared down the hallway, Captain Zarbon was heard saying, "Porto, we really need to find him a girlfriend…"
In President Screw's private bathroom…
"Ah, I knew that I'd take care of those turds sooner or later! I feel so much better now!" President Screw sighed contentedly, as he flushed the toilet. He stood up and began to preen in the mirror before pulling up his pants again. He gave the wall in front of him a full frontal view, just as a familiar annoying voice popped up:
"President Screw!"
President Screw abruptly covered his crotch. He hissed at the smirking face of Commanderette Eighteen, who was on the teleview wall behind his toilet. "I could have sworn that I had wall block put in here! How did you get access to it anyway?"
Commanderette Eighteen grinned. "I have my connections…the main one involving a cute, no-nose bald-headed young man, if you know what I mean! Anyway, they finally got around to bringing Princess Bulma to your office, President. Dark Horns and his buddies are waiting for you there."
"About blasted time!" President Screw fumed. "Now tell my boy and his pansy pals that I'll be right there!"
"Yes, President Screw, sir!" Commanderette Eighteen said and saluted.
President Screw saluted back, and Commanderette Eighteen chuckled before her face faded from the teleview mirror. "Nice view, eh, President…"
President Screw wished at that moment that he were small enough to flush himself down the toilet.
President Screw's office…
President Screw's office's had mahogany furniture, crown molding, and all the fancy amenities that a extravagant womanizing man would have…including the framed nude Playchangeling centerfolds on the walls.
And on the one non-nudity wall was a huge teleview screen…showing the frantic face of poor King Briefs, who had just been informed of his beloved daughter's new whereabouts. Tears were streaming down the old man's face.
And on a surgical table that had been turned up vertically, was poor Princess Bulma, who was now dressed in a white surgical gown and with her limbs and neck all strapped down. Tears were streaming down her face as well; she had not been harmed physically other than Dark Horns knocking her out, but she had heard Dark Horns talking with some associates about what her future fate would be if King Briefs did not do what Dark Horns and his father wanted.
King Briefs was shouting at Dark Horns, "Dark Horns, you bastard! What are you going to do to my daughter?"
Dark Horns chuckled. "Allow me to introduce my friend here…" He pointed to a short, man with long white hair who was bald on top except for a clear plastic dome showing his cranium. "His name is Dr. Gero, the greatest boob-job man in the galaxy…and New York City and Satan City."
Dr. Gero saluted King Briefs. "Hello, Your Highness!"
A nurse was cuddling up against Dr. Gero…a younger girl who was the spitting image of Bulma herself. She could almost be mistaken for Bulma, as long as she didn't speak, because the moment that she spoke, everyone immediately knew that she wasn't the brainy captive. Nurse Maron, Dr. Gero's current lover, was not the brightest star in the galaxy, and the only reason that she had graduated from nursing school at all was because she had slept with the school's president and two of her professors.
Dr. Gero's assistant, Nineteen, was only semi-smarter than his boss's lover. He was huge, squat, and fat with a face resembling that of a painted Chinese clown. He wore a small helmet with a huge spike on his round head. He too saluted King Briefs.
King Briefs cried, "What boob-job! She's already had a boob job! In fact, she received it as a high-school graduation present!"
Dark Horns laughed. "Oh, it's much worse than you think, King Briefs! You see, Your Majesty, if you do not allow us access to your planet and give us the password for the Dragonspaceballs, Dr. Gero here will give your daughter back…her old chest!"
Dr. Gero chuckled, as he held up an old picture of a flat-chested Bulma. Bulma saw the picture and screamed in terror.
"NO! Where did you all get that picture! I ordered all those pictures destroyed the moment that my breasts healed! No!" She burst into tears. She had been so proud of her bountiful bosom, especially during her lovemaking with Lone Prince.
"All right!" King Briefs cried. "I'll tell! I'll tell!"
"No, Daddy, please don't!" Bulma begged her father. "My chest isn't worth all that!"
"You're right, my dear," King Briefs told his daughter calmly. "The potential fate of our planet and the protection of the Dragonspaceballs does make your breasts seem small…um, oops that didn't come out right…sorry, my dear…"
Dark Horns turned to Dr. Gero. "Alright, Gero, do you worst!"
"With pleasure!" Dr. Gero laughed, as he held up his scalpel towards Bulma's plentiful bosom. Bulma screamed at the sight of the scalpel and fainted, as Nineteen lowered the surgical table.
"No!" King Briefs screamed. "Wait! I'll tell you the password! I will! And I will let all of you onto the planet to get the Dragonspaceballs!"
"Good!" Dark Horns said happily. "Smart move, old man. He moved closer to the teleview screen, as a disappointed Dr. Gero began to put his surgical tools away. "Okay, King, give it to me, so I can write it down."
King Briefs said tearfully, "The password is actually part of an old popular song. The first part of the song is 'A'."
"'A'," Dark Horns repeated, writing it down.
Porto Rico began to dance and bounce up and down like a cheerleader. He was wearing a jogging outfit, so his unnaturally large breasts jumped up and down with him. "You've got your 'A', you've got your 'A'!" he cheered.
"'B'."
Dark Horns wrote that down too, as Porto Rico chanted, "You've got you 'B', you've got your 'B'!"
"'C'."
"You've got your 'C', you've got your 'C'!"
"'D'."
"You've got your 'D', you've got your 'D'!"
"'E'."
"You've got your 'E', you've got your-"
"SHUT UP, PORTO!" both Dark Horns and Captain Zarbon yelled.
"Yes, guys." A saddened Porto Rico hung his head down.
"'F'…and 'G'."
There was silence after Dark Horns wrote the 'G'. "Okay?" Dark Horns asked seriously.
"That's it," King Briefs said sadly.
"So the password is 'A, B, C, D, E, F, G'?" Dark Horns asked incredulously. He then fumed, "That's the dumbest password I've ever heard of in my life! That's the sort of password a moron would have for his or her email account!"
"That's my password for my email account!" Maron chirped brightly.
Zarbon whispered to Porto Rico, "Sustained."
"Very good, King," Captain Zarbon said. "Thank you, Your Majesty." He then pulled out a remote and clicked a button…
THE END
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A/N: Well, everyone I sure hoped that you enjoyed this story! Thank you all so much for reading! I truly enjoyed writing this…hey, wait a minute! The story's not over yet! Who ended my story? I wasn't planning on ending it this way…who ended it? I demand to know…
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INTERLUDE
"The end?" Dark Horns hissed, as Dr. Gero could be heard moaning and groaning passionately, "What did you do?"
"Why, I ended communication with King Briefs, sire," Captain Zarbon said.
"No, you didn't, you idiot! You ended the fanfiction! You ended Sawnya's story! She's not allowed to stop writing it yet! I still have to have my great battle with Lone Prince and wind up in bed with the heroine…and save the day…and…"
"Sire, I don't think Sawnya will end the story that way," Captain Zarbon told him.
Dark Horns sulked, but then he said, "Oh, fine, you're right! Curse that Sawnya! Well, anyway, turn the story back on, Zarbon! Turn it on! Start the story again!"
"Are you sure, sire? I think the story ended so nicely where it did," Zarbon said, as Dr. Gero cried out, "Oh, yes, baby, give Daddy some lovin'!"
"Yes!" Dark Horns screamed. "Hurry up before Sawnya is forced to write a disgusting Dr. Gero/Maron lemon!"
"Yes, yes, sire!" Captain Zarbon cried, swiftly pressing the button on the remote….
END OF INTERLUDE. NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED FANFICTION!
A/N: Thank you, God!
The story begins again.
Dr. Gero was stroking Maron's clothed bosom while Maron was stroking his…(well, we won't go into that; everyone gets the picture). Anyway, Dr. Gero hurriedly zipped up his pants while Maron discreetly tucked her previously occupied hand behind her back.
"Well the story continues," Dark Horns said with some relief. "And we have the password, dumb as it is." He turned to a happily satiated Dr. Gero and said, "Gero, you're dismissed. Go back to your lab and work on your dolls some more."
"Androids," Dr. Gero corrected.
"Whatever."
Dr. Gero sighed, "Well, come on, Maron, Nineteen, let's go." Maron and Nineteen began to pack up their things. He said to Dark Horns, just as they were leaving, "Of course, you know, sire, that I'll still have to bill you for this..."
Maron, who was the last one to leave, smiled seductively, as she winked at Dark Horns and the other men. Dark Horns winked back at her before she turned her face away again and left. He chuckled to Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico. "I bet she gives great horn!"
"Dr. Gero would know that," Captain Zarbon said slyly.
President Screw hurried in at that moment, his horns scraping against the ceiling. "Did we get the password?"
"Yes, Father!" Dark Horns said proudly. "The password is 'A', 'B', 'C', 'D', 'E', 'F', and 'G'."
"What a coincidence!" President Screw cried aloud. "That's my email account password! Prepare Screwball 1000 for immediate departure to planet Droolia!"
"Now you and I can become immortal!" President Screw shouted happily to his son. He patted Dark Horns on his back. "Wonderful job, my son! And one last thing…"
"What's that, Father?"
"Change my password on my email account."
Dark Horns grinned devilishly. "Oh, yes, Father, I will…" He rubbed his fingertips in imitation of Montgomery Burns. "Excellent…"
Captain Zarbon and Porto Rico began making plans to kill the creators of "Simpsons".
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A/N: Very short, I know, but I will make it up. Hope you are still enjoying this! Hey, I'm thinking of having those who reviewed so far have cameo parts in future chapters of this story, so stay tuned!