A/N: Moonsaiyanprincess...just to let you know, the professor is not Dr. Briefs, if that's what you think. I'm not going to tell you if he does come in, you'll just have to guess. Hope you've all enjoyed my story so far, if chapters take a while to come up, keep in
mind that my mother likes to go to our camp A LOT, and since I don't have a laptop, I can't very
well work on my stories unless I write them, which I do, but I have to retype and edit them later
anyways. I'm at drama camp now, which frees up time for me to write
^-^. Anyways, here's the next chapter of...
Savage Siren!
I don't own dragonballz.
*thoughts*
Bulma awoke to the sound of baying mules and jangling supplies. Opening her eyes, she found
herself wrapped in the arms of none other than Zenith, the only person that she liked in this
whole group.
*Damn, I thought this was just a bad dream, but it's real...it's all real. Where are we anyways?*
Bulma looked ahead of her and saw nothing but desert for miles.
"So, you're finally awake."
Bulma turned her head to Zenith's voice.
"How long have I been out?"
"I'd say three days."
"Three days??"
"You had quite a shock come over you there, it's not that surprising."
"Where are we...and where are we going?"
"We're in the middle of the Calamari desert. We're going to the shores of Oshafa to get our
ship."
"Isn't that where...Ma'am's husband was..."
"Um...yeah."
An uncomfortable silence followed, this being a touchy subject. After a while, Bulma had a
question.
"Didn't it take years for you guys to get to my house though? You've been travelling since before
I was born! You must have been really young."
"I didn't join up with the group until they came to my hometown. You see, they were searching
everywhere, not taking a direct route. We'll be at Oshafa within a week."
"A week riding on a mule?"
"Would you rather be walking?"
"Good point."
That said, Bulma leaned back into Zenith's chest and wriggled until she was comfortable,
causing the poor teen to intake a sharp breath.
*She has no idea what she does to me...I don't know if I can keep steering the mule...let alone
hold out the week...*
Bulma, however, remained oblivious to Zenith's predicament and chose herself to gaze at the
scenery. After an hour of that, boredom set in and Bulma didn't complain. If she had ever
complained of boredom at home, Ma'am had promptly set her to work for hours on end. Despite
all that, Bulma couldn't help but miss her adoptive mother deeply. Even though she never
seemed to care, she was the only one who took her in. Bulma's thought's wandered to the others
she had left behind...the professor, whose knowledge and insight had sparked her curiosity and
fueled her intelligence. Young Goku, who taught her how to fight, and cared as a genuine
friend. It was odd that he had a tail, though. It just wasn't right. The professor said that people
like that didn't even exist...but...there was Goku, and his tail was no illusion. It confused Bulma
to no end, and she eventually gave up on trying to figure him out.
Another five hours passed in silence, save the gruff words from crew members to one another.
Night soon came over the sand dunes, and Bulma stared in awe at the twinkling stars.
"Zenith?"
"Yeah Bulma?"
"What's it like being a boy?"
"Why...do you ask?"
"I'm bored."
"Well, there are good things, and there are bad things."
"What's good?"
"You don't have to worry about feminine problems, and you don't have to wear dresses or skirts,
or even shirts if you don't want to."
"The only reason I wear a skirt is because there's nothing else in the house that fit me. Ma'am
always wore breeches anyways."
"I noticed."
"So what's bad about it?"
*Well, you get insanely horny when overdeveloped eleven year old girls travel in your lap for
three days and there's no way to cure it.*
"Um...you get...urges."
"What kind of urges?"
*Dammit, why is she so questioning? She's going to be the end of me!*
"It's hard to explain. You're too young to understand."
"Says who? I'm not a dumbass Zenith, you can tell me."
"It's not about smarts, it's about...being older. You'll understand someday."
"So...you're saying I could get these...urges too? Or is it stuff only guys get?"
"Girls get it too, only they keep it really quiet."
"Why?"
"Because no one wants to believe that they get them. They want girls to be pure and perfect."
"So these urges are wrong?"
"No..."
"But girls still pretend they don't have them."
"Yeah, and parents too."
"Oh. What are they like?"
"I can't tell you."
"Because I'm not old enough?"
"Yeah. You wouldn't know unless you had felt it."
"But what if I had felt it and didn't know what it was?"
*She's too damn smart, I'll never get her off this topic until she gets answers here. I hope we get
to Oshafa soon, I don't know if I'm going to be sane much longer.*
"I'll tell you some other time."
"When?"
"Not now."
Bulma, still not completely satisfied with his answer, left Zenith alone for the time being. She
kept thinking about it over and over in her mind.
*Could these urges he's talking about be those feelings I got when I was staring at him before he
blacked out? His eyes, his hair, his whole...I don't know, just him...does something to me. I
don't know what it is. I feel as if I want to...I don't know! I wish I knew. I can't explain it to
him, I don't think he wants to talk about it. All I know is things are getting really weird. Hell, I
had better be able to practice my fighting skills at some point, I don't want to lose them. Zenith
is really warm, which is good because it's freezing out here now...I never thought the desert
could get so cool...I never thought I'd ever see a desert in my life!*
Bulma shivered and snuggled herself right up close to Zenith, who was quickly growing
extremely aroused.
*Shit...if she keeps this up I'm going to have a permanent hard on.*
"Bulma."
"Yeah?"
"You've got to stop doing that."
"But I'm cold! It's freezing out here and you're the only warmth I have."
*How am I supposed to argue with logic like that? She's only eleven, how can she be this
smart...and this sexy...dammit, shut up mind!*
Eventually Zenith's longing got the best of him and he ran his fingers through his companion's
hair.
*Why is he doing that? Not that I'm complaining, it's really nice actually.*
Bulma gave a small sound of content, then fell asleep in Zenith's arms, his hand still in her hair.
*My Kami...I had better find myself a good one night stand in Oshafa or this girl won't be a
virgin for much longer. If only she was older, I wouldn't feel so guilty about being with her...but
she's so young and knows nothing about sex. I just wonder how long I'll be able to go without
becoming her teacher...*
The copper-haired youth placed his hand, once in the girl's hair, around her waist where his
other arm lie. He couldn't get over how right it felt for her to be in his arms, and how he wanted
her so badly but couldn't have her, not yet anyways.
Hope you liked! Reviews are welcome, and very happily anticipated!
*chortle*
Byes!
mind that my mother likes to go to our camp A LOT, and since I don't have a laptop, I can't very
well work on my stories unless I write them, which I do, but I have to retype and edit them later
anyways. I'm at drama camp now, which frees up time for me to write
^-^. Anyways, here's the next chapter of...
Savage Siren!
I don't own dragonballz.
*thoughts*
Bulma awoke to the sound of baying mules and jangling supplies. Opening her eyes, she found
herself wrapped in the arms of none other than Zenith, the only person that she liked in this
whole group.
*Damn, I thought this was just a bad dream, but it's real...it's all real. Where are we anyways?*
Bulma looked ahead of her and saw nothing but desert for miles.
"So, you're finally awake."
Bulma turned her head to Zenith's voice.
"How long have I been out?"
"I'd say three days."
"Three days??"
"You had quite a shock come over you there, it's not that surprising."
"Where are we...and where are we going?"
"We're in the middle of the Calamari desert. We're going to the shores of Oshafa to get our
ship."
"Isn't that where...Ma'am's husband was..."
"Um...yeah."
An uncomfortable silence followed, this being a touchy subject. After a while, Bulma had a
question.
"Didn't it take years for you guys to get to my house though? You've been travelling since before
I was born! You must have been really young."
"I didn't join up with the group until they came to my hometown. You see, they were searching
everywhere, not taking a direct route. We'll be at Oshafa within a week."
"A week riding on a mule?"
"Would you rather be walking?"
"Good point."
That said, Bulma leaned back into Zenith's chest and wriggled until she was comfortable,
causing the poor teen to intake a sharp breath.
*She has no idea what she does to me...I don't know if I can keep steering the mule...let alone
hold out the week...*
Bulma, however, remained oblivious to Zenith's predicament and chose herself to gaze at the
scenery. After an hour of that, boredom set in and Bulma didn't complain. If she had ever
complained of boredom at home, Ma'am had promptly set her to work for hours on end. Despite
all that, Bulma couldn't help but miss her adoptive mother deeply. Even though she never
seemed to care, she was the only one who took her in. Bulma's thought's wandered to the others
she had left behind...the professor, whose knowledge and insight had sparked her curiosity and
fueled her intelligence. Young Goku, who taught her how to fight, and cared as a genuine
friend. It was odd that he had a tail, though. It just wasn't right. The professor said that people
like that didn't even exist...but...there was Goku, and his tail was no illusion. It confused Bulma
to no end, and she eventually gave up on trying to figure him out.
Another five hours passed in silence, save the gruff words from crew members to one another.
Night soon came over the sand dunes, and Bulma stared in awe at the twinkling stars.
"Zenith?"
"Yeah Bulma?"
"What's it like being a boy?"
"Why...do you ask?"
"I'm bored."
"Well, there are good things, and there are bad things."
"What's good?"
"You don't have to worry about feminine problems, and you don't have to wear dresses or skirts,
or even shirts if you don't want to."
"The only reason I wear a skirt is because there's nothing else in the house that fit me. Ma'am
always wore breeches anyways."
"I noticed."
"So what's bad about it?"
*Well, you get insanely horny when overdeveloped eleven year old girls travel in your lap for
three days and there's no way to cure it.*
"Um...you get...urges."
"What kind of urges?"
*Dammit, why is she so questioning? She's going to be the end of me!*
"It's hard to explain. You're too young to understand."
"Says who? I'm not a dumbass Zenith, you can tell me."
"It's not about smarts, it's about...being older. You'll understand someday."
"So...you're saying I could get these...urges too? Or is it stuff only guys get?"
"Girls get it too, only they keep it really quiet."
"Why?"
"Because no one wants to believe that they get them. They want girls to be pure and perfect."
"So these urges are wrong?"
"No..."
"But girls still pretend they don't have them."
"Yeah, and parents too."
"Oh. What are they like?"
"I can't tell you."
"Because I'm not old enough?"
"Yeah. You wouldn't know unless you had felt it."
"But what if I had felt it and didn't know what it was?"
*She's too damn smart, I'll never get her off this topic until she gets answers here. I hope we get
to Oshafa soon, I don't know if I'm going to be sane much longer.*
"I'll tell you some other time."
"When?"
"Not now."
Bulma, still not completely satisfied with his answer, left Zenith alone for the time being. She
kept thinking about it over and over in her mind.
*Could these urges he's talking about be those feelings I got when I was staring at him before he
blacked out? His eyes, his hair, his whole...I don't know, just him...does something to me. I
don't know what it is. I feel as if I want to...I don't know! I wish I knew. I can't explain it to
him, I don't think he wants to talk about it. All I know is things are getting really weird. Hell, I
had better be able to practice my fighting skills at some point, I don't want to lose them. Zenith
is really warm, which is good because it's freezing out here now...I never thought the desert
could get so cool...I never thought I'd ever see a desert in my life!*
Bulma shivered and snuggled herself right up close to Zenith, who was quickly growing
extremely aroused.
*Shit...if she keeps this up I'm going to have a permanent hard on.*
"Bulma."
"Yeah?"
"You've got to stop doing that."
"But I'm cold! It's freezing out here and you're the only warmth I have."
*How am I supposed to argue with logic like that? She's only eleven, how can she be this
smart...and this sexy...dammit, shut up mind!*
Eventually Zenith's longing got the best of him and he ran his fingers through his companion's
hair.
*Why is he doing that? Not that I'm complaining, it's really nice actually.*
Bulma gave a small sound of content, then fell asleep in Zenith's arms, his hand still in her hair.
*My Kami...I had better find myself a good one night stand in Oshafa or this girl won't be a
virgin for much longer. If only she was older, I wouldn't feel so guilty about being with her...but
she's so young and knows nothing about sex. I just wonder how long I'll be able to go without
becoming her teacher...*
The copper-haired youth placed his hand, once in the girl's hair, around her waist where his
other arm lie. He couldn't get over how right it felt for her to be in his arms, and how he wanted
her so badly but couldn't have her, not yet anyways.
Hope you liked! Reviews are welcome, and very happily anticipated!
*chortle*
Byes!