A/N: Hello all! Well, exams are ALMOST here, but I can't bring myself to stop typing just yet.
Unfortunately at this point ff.net won't let me upload anything until the 21st. Plus, I keep getting
these extremely annoying gateway timeouts when I go on ff.net, preventing me from doing pretty
much ANYTHING, and it seems like no one else is getting them!! Really sucks. Anyways, I
have a large headache that just sprung up, but what the hey. I'll keep writing. On with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz
Warning: This story will contain mature subject topics such as sex and gore.
*Thoughts*
Bulma sped home, not wanting to go without another meal, she'd missed enough in her lifetime.
Out of the town, through the woods, up the dirt road, until she reached her home. To her
surprise, there were a large group of mules and horses parked outside the gate.
*Odd. Why would any group this big want to visit Ma'am? It's just not normal...*
Bulma opened the gate and let it swing shut. She strode to the front door only to find it badly
damaged and wide open.
*Not good, not good at all.*
Bulma raced inside to hear a shrill scream echo off the walls of the hallway. She ran quickly
into the dining room to find Maelyn being held against the wall by a group of men who didn't
look too friendly.
"Where is it, wench?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"You know damn well!!"
Bulma gaped in shock as she saw Maelyn argue with the man. He had a large brown mustache
and beard that snaked its way across his face. His anger seemed to radiate across the room.
"Hey, who's the kid?"
Suddenly everyone's eyes turned on Bulma, who was at a loss for words. What was going on?
Who were these men and what where they doing with her adoptive mother? Maelyn managed to
screech something out.
"RUN BULMA!!!"
Bulma tried to bolt but was held fast by a man who had short, spiky red hair and torn leggings
made of green cotton. The one who held Maelyn chuckled, and spoke to the frightened girl.
"No way, you tell us who you are and why you're here, and if you're lucky girl, we'll let you
live."
"M-my name's Bulma." replied the quaking girl.
"Bulma? So your last name's Treff then?"
"No...I don't know my last name."
The man with the brown mustache quirked an eyebrow in interest, then turned his gaze on
Maelyn.
"So, never told her of her father, eh?"
"She was adopted. She has no father."
"She knows of this?"
"I think I would! I've been nothing more than a slave since I was born! Every orphan knows
who they are."
The men seemed taken aback by Bulma's outburst. Nevertheless, the man continued to pester
Maelyn.
"I see. So you wouldn't bother telling her the story...save you the pain, hm?"
"Shut the fuck up, Ibbo."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to take you down memory lane. And address me as Captain,
it may save you your unworthy life. Let's see...oh yes. You seduced and ran away with my first
mate Spence, and took the chest of treasure we had coveted aboard our ship."
"Stop it!"
"Then, we happened to catch up with Spence on the shore of Oshafa...and you know firsthand
how we treat traitors Maelyn."
"SHUT UP!!"
By now, tears were cascading down Maelyn's face, and Bulma kept her ears wide open to the
tale of her adoptive mother's past.
*Whoa... I guess part of the wives' tales were true after all. She was with a pirate...it would have
been horrible to lose someone I loved...I guess I'd be pretty mean, too.*
"Well now, you managed to stay away from us all these years...did a pretty good job too. I guess
you never were able to have your lover's baby...or maybe you miscarried?"
Maelyn just slumped her head in shame and let the tears drop to the floor, one by one. The
memories that came back were to harsh for her to take, all her defences had been torn down.
Nothing was left but the shell of a woman who had once been happy long ago.
"Where is the chest?"
"I lost it."
"LIAR!!"
Ibbo threw Maelyn violently into a nearby chair, causing her left arm to break. Her scream-filled
sob pierced Bulma's heart like a knife, and the poor girl started to sob in her captor's arms.
Confused and strangely kindly, the man embraced Bulma in a sort of hug in an attempt to
comfort her. Bulma's sobs quieted down a touch, and she buried her head into the crook of his
arm.
"I..." He was at a loss for words for the girl.
Ibbo noticed his crew member's sentimentality and scoffed.
"What is she, your long lost sister Zenith? Or maybe your daughter...no, you're too young.
Don't get too attached, we may have to dispose of her later."
"No...she's just...a child..." rasped Maelyn from her chair. Ibbo smiled maliciously and bent
over her broken form.
"Well, she'll be a dead child if you don't tell us the location of that chest. NOW."
Unfortunately at this point ff.net won't let me upload anything until the 21st. Plus, I keep getting
these extremely annoying gateway timeouts when I go on ff.net, preventing me from doing pretty
much ANYTHING, and it seems like no one else is getting them!! Really sucks. Anyways, I
have a large headache that just sprung up, but what the hey. I'll keep writing. On with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz
Warning: This story will contain mature subject topics such as sex and gore.
*Thoughts*
Bulma sped home, not wanting to go without another meal, she'd missed enough in her lifetime.
Out of the town, through the woods, up the dirt road, until she reached her home. To her
surprise, there were a large group of mules and horses parked outside the gate.
*Odd. Why would any group this big want to visit Ma'am? It's just not normal...*
Bulma opened the gate and let it swing shut. She strode to the front door only to find it badly
damaged and wide open.
*Not good, not good at all.*
Bulma raced inside to hear a shrill scream echo off the walls of the hallway. She ran quickly
into the dining room to find Maelyn being held against the wall by a group of men who didn't
look too friendly.
"Where is it, wench?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"You know damn well!!"
Bulma gaped in shock as she saw Maelyn argue with the man. He had a large brown mustache
and beard that snaked its way across his face. His anger seemed to radiate across the room.
"Hey, who's the kid?"
Suddenly everyone's eyes turned on Bulma, who was at a loss for words. What was going on?
Who were these men and what where they doing with her adoptive mother? Maelyn managed to
screech something out.
"RUN BULMA!!!"
Bulma tried to bolt but was held fast by a man who had short, spiky red hair and torn leggings
made of green cotton. The one who held Maelyn chuckled, and spoke to the frightened girl.
"No way, you tell us who you are and why you're here, and if you're lucky girl, we'll let you
live."
"M-my name's Bulma." replied the quaking girl.
"Bulma? So your last name's Treff then?"
"No...I don't know my last name."
The man with the brown mustache quirked an eyebrow in interest, then turned his gaze on
Maelyn.
"So, never told her of her father, eh?"
"She was adopted. She has no father."
"She knows of this?"
"I think I would! I've been nothing more than a slave since I was born! Every orphan knows
who they are."
The men seemed taken aback by Bulma's outburst. Nevertheless, the man continued to pester
Maelyn.
"I see. So you wouldn't bother telling her the story...save you the pain, hm?"
"Shut the fuck up, Ibbo."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to take you down memory lane. And address me as Captain,
it may save you your unworthy life. Let's see...oh yes. You seduced and ran away with my first
mate Spence, and took the chest of treasure we had coveted aboard our ship."
"Stop it!"
"Then, we happened to catch up with Spence on the shore of Oshafa...and you know firsthand
how we treat traitors Maelyn."
"SHUT UP!!"
By now, tears were cascading down Maelyn's face, and Bulma kept her ears wide open to the
tale of her adoptive mother's past.
*Whoa... I guess part of the wives' tales were true after all. She was with a pirate...it would have
been horrible to lose someone I loved...I guess I'd be pretty mean, too.*
"Well now, you managed to stay away from us all these years...did a pretty good job too. I guess
you never were able to have your lover's baby...or maybe you miscarried?"
Maelyn just slumped her head in shame and let the tears drop to the floor, one by one. The
memories that came back were to harsh for her to take, all her defences had been torn down.
Nothing was left but the shell of a woman who had once been happy long ago.
"Where is the chest?"
"I lost it."
"LIAR!!"
Ibbo threw Maelyn violently into a nearby chair, causing her left arm to break. Her scream-filled
sob pierced Bulma's heart like a knife, and the poor girl started to sob in her captor's arms.
Confused and strangely kindly, the man embraced Bulma in a sort of hug in an attempt to
comfort her. Bulma's sobs quieted down a touch, and she buried her head into the crook of his
arm.
"I..." He was at a loss for words for the girl.
Ibbo noticed his crew member's sentimentality and scoffed.
"What is she, your long lost sister Zenith? Or maybe your daughter...no, you're too young.
Don't get too attached, we may have to dispose of her later."
"No...she's just...a child..." rasped Maelyn from her chair. Ibbo smiled maliciously and bent
over her broken form.
"Well, she'll be a dead child if you don't tell us the location of that chest. NOW."