A/N: Well, here is the next chapter! Thank you very much for your reviews, you've been so kind. I hope you enjoy this one, I had lots of fun writing this!
I don't own dragonballz
*thoughts*
Very soon the two had finished eating and were strolling by a sword shop. Zenith pulled Bulma
over so he could examine the craftsmanship on the blades, while keeping an eye out for her as
well. He didn't have to worry much, Bulma was fascinated. One in particular seemed to call out
to the sky-haired 11 year old. A small scimitar about the length of a grown man's hand-to-elbow
span sat on the table, with one single gemstone on the hilt. It seemed to change colour in the
sunlight, making it impossible to tell what kind of stone it was. Zenith turned his head away
from a broadsword to see Bulma gazing in awe at the scimitar.
*Hmm, she might need that on board the ship. There's no telling what the crew might do. I don't
trust a single one of them. But if Ibbo saw it, things may not go so well for her. Do I get it for
her? Would she even know how to use it?*
What Zenith obviously didn't know was that Bulma, of course, had received a year of non-stop
training from Son Goku, making her more powerful than any man on the ship. Bulma herself
was confident that with practice, she could learn to use the scimitar quite well.
*If I get time on my own while at sea, I'll get pretty good at this; have to practise my fighting
skills too...if I get time on my own. I don't want to get weak. I can't become weak. But if I can't
practise very often, this blade here would definitely come in handy...*
"Zenith...can I get this?" asked Bulma, grasping the weapon by the hilt.
"Um..." *Crap, she asked me. Now what do I say? She's looking at me...shit, how am I supposed
to refuse her when I can't even take my eyes off her chest? Aaaargh!* "We were only given
money for food and clothes..."
"Please?"
*No, not that look, she's irresistible with that look. Dammit, I want her now and I can't have
her!* "Okay. How much is it?"
The shopkeeper pointed to a list of prices hanging on the wall.
"Thirty gold pieces? I don't even know if I have enough, Bulma."
"Can you check?"
Zenith dumped the contents of his pouch onto the table. Unfortunately, there were only 21 gold
pieces left, and the shopkeeper was very firm about the price. Zenith picked up the pieces and
stuck them back in the pouch. Slightly annoyed but not saddened, Bulma walked away from the
sword shop, hand in hand with Zenith, who would have found a room for the two of them to
have passionate sex if Bulma was a few years older.
The two of them soon caught up with Ylecic, the navigator for the ship. He lead them over to
Captain Ibbo's prized watercraft, called "The Griffin". It was a fair ship, as far as they go. A
large flag hung on the mast, depicting a yellowed skull with blood dripping from the mouth, and
was set on a deep brown background. At the bow of the ship was the steering wheel, as well as
some of Ylecic's maps. On the outside front of the ship was a carving of a creature that Bulma
could not identify. It had the head and wings of a large bird, but had the body and tail of a large
feline. She asked Zenith, but he had no idea. Ylecic was quick to point out that it was a Griffin,
hence the name of the ship. To Bulma it looked almost evil, and shudders ran down her spine
when she looked at the dreaded carving.
Ylecic and the others boarded The Griffin with ease, and Bulma was awestruck at the sheer size
of the craft. At the stern lay immense netting, and on the starboard side were five lifeboats, not
quite enough for the ENTIRE crew, but almost enough. Bulma wandered over to the port side
and gazed over the side. Her eyes widened in amazement. Water stretched for miles along the
horizon, the sun's rays sparkled on the vast sea, and white caps rolled inward to the shore.
"Beautiful, eh lassie?"
Bulma turned her head in the direction of Ylecic and could only nod dumbly.
"You'll be seein' a whole lotta sea with us, lass. I reckon ye won't find it so great once
seasickness sets in and yer insides go overboard."
"Seasickness?"
"Yea lass, ye get yeller' all over and yer legs give way. Ye can't walk fer days and if ye eat any
grub, it just gets thrown up. Some people never recover..."
"Bulma, don't listen to that bullshit. C'mon, lets find our cabins."
Zenith grasped Bulma's hand and lead her away from Ylecic, who was chuckling at the thought
that Bulma was pale from his yarn.
Well, that's all for now, sorry so short, couldn't upload the entire thing, and I HATE posting two chapters at a time. Please review, it would be very so much appreciated. You've all been wonderful so far. Your encouraging words mean a lot to me. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day!
I don't own dragonballz
*thoughts*
Very soon the two had finished eating and were strolling by a sword shop. Zenith pulled Bulma
over so he could examine the craftsmanship on the blades, while keeping an eye out for her as
well. He didn't have to worry much, Bulma was fascinated. One in particular seemed to call out
to the sky-haired 11 year old. A small scimitar about the length of a grown man's hand-to-elbow
span sat on the table, with one single gemstone on the hilt. It seemed to change colour in the
sunlight, making it impossible to tell what kind of stone it was. Zenith turned his head away
from a broadsword to see Bulma gazing in awe at the scimitar.
*Hmm, she might need that on board the ship. There's no telling what the crew might do. I don't
trust a single one of them. But if Ibbo saw it, things may not go so well for her. Do I get it for
her? Would she even know how to use it?*
What Zenith obviously didn't know was that Bulma, of course, had received a year of non-stop
training from Son Goku, making her more powerful than any man on the ship. Bulma herself
was confident that with practice, she could learn to use the scimitar quite well.
*If I get time on my own while at sea, I'll get pretty good at this; have to practise my fighting
skills too...if I get time on my own. I don't want to get weak. I can't become weak. But if I can't
practise very often, this blade here would definitely come in handy...*
"Zenith...can I get this?" asked Bulma, grasping the weapon by the hilt.
"Um..." *Crap, she asked me. Now what do I say? She's looking at me...shit, how am I supposed
to refuse her when I can't even take my eyes off her chest? Aaaargh!* "We were only given
money for food and clothes..."
"Please?"
*No, not that look, she's irresistible with that look. Dammit, I want her now and I can't have
her!* "Okay. How much is it?"
The shopkeeper pointed to a list of prices hanging on the wall.
"Thirty gold pieces? I don't even know if I have enough, Bulma."
"Can you check?"
Zenith dumped the contents of his pouch onto the table. Unfortunately, there were only 21 gold
pieces left, and the shopkeeper was very firm about the price. Zenith picked up the pieces and
stuck them back in the pouch. Slightly annoyed but not saddened, Bulma walked away from the
sword shop, hand in hand with Zenith, who would have found a room for the two of them to
have passionate sex if Bulma was a few years older.
The two of them soon caught up with Ylecic, the navigator for the ship. He lead them over to
Captain Ibbo's prized watercraft, called "The Griffin". It was a fair ship, as far as they go. A
large flag hung on the mast, depicting a yellowed skull with blood dripping from the mouth, and
was set on a deep brown background. At the bow of the ship was the steering wheel, as well as
some of Ylecic's maps. On the outside front of the ship was a carving of a creature that Bulma
could not identify. It had the head and wings of a large bird, but had the body and tail of a large
feline. She asked Zenith, but he had no idea. Ylecic was quick to point out that it was a Griffin,
hence the name of the ship. To Bulma it looked almost evil, and shudders ran down her spine
when she looked at the dreaded carving.
Ylecic and the others boarded The Griffin with ease, and Bulma was awestruck at the sheer size
of the craft. At the stern lay immense netting, and on the starboard side were five lifeboats, not
quite enough for the ENTIRE crew, but almost enough. Bulma wandered over to the port side
and gazed over the side. Her eyes widened in amazement. Water stretched for miles along the
horizon, the sun's rays sparkled on the vast sea, and white caps rolled inward to the shore.
"Beautiful, eh lassie?"
Bulma turned her head in the direction of Ylecic and could only nod dumbly.
"You'll be seein' a whole lotta sea with us, lass. I reckon ye won't find it so great once
seasickness sets in and yer insides go overboard."
"Seasickness?"
"Yea lass, ye get yeller' all over and yer legs give way. Ye can't walk fer days and if ye eat any
grub, it just gets thrown up. Some people never recover..."
"Bulma, don't listen to that bullshit. C'mon, lets find our cabins."
Zenith grasped Bulma's hand and lead her away from Ylecic, who was chuckling at the thought
that Bulma was pale from his yarn.
Well, that's all for now, sorry so short, couldn't upload the entire thing, and I HATE posting two chapters at a time. Please review, it would be very so much appreciated. You've all been wonderful so far. Your encouraging words mean a lot to me. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day!