A/N: Well hey there! Here is the next chapter of my pirate story! Thank you to all of my
reviewers, it was most gracious of you to leave your comments. This, in my head, is planned out
as a very long story. It will probably change infinite times from my original mental map, in fact,
it's already changed a lot since I started this. I won't be able to update for a long time after this, say after August 18th. I'm camping starting tomorrow, and then I'm off to winnipeg for my dad's wedding on the 17th. I get to be a bridesmaid ^-^. Anyhow, I'll stop rambling and let you read the
next chapter.
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
Zenith was dumbfounded by Bulma's actions, and froze stiff for a moment.
"Zenith? What's wrong?"
Unable to control himself any longer, the hormone-driven adolescent captured young Bulma's
lips with his. Zenith wrapped his arms tightly around her feminine form, holding her as if she
was the one thing keeping him alive. Pleasantly shocked and also befuddled, Bulma responded
as best she could, all the while keeping her hand in his hair. Breathless, the sky-haired girl
pulled away and took in some well needed air.
"What...the hell...did we...just do?"
"Um..."
Zenith scrambled for the right words, finding his vocabulary suddenly quite small.
"We...well...er...kissed."
"Kissed?"
"Yah."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Well...I like you. A lot. Did you like it?"
"...yeah, I did. Was I good?"
"Good? You were amazing! Kami...I don't think I've ever met a better kisser."
"You're just saying that, aren't you."
"No, I'm not."
In truth, Zenith was being completely honest with his romantic interest. He had never before
encountered someone who was that skilled...but he couldn't help but wondering how she could
possibly be so good...without any experience whatsoever. That thought quickly vanished as a
loud shout of "GRUB'S READY!!" filled the ship. Reluctantly, Zenith wriggled himself out of
Bulma's grasp and led her to the dining cabin.
Inside, pirates lined the tables, their stench making Bulma gag. Ylecic sat by himself, slowly
eating what looked like some kind of stew. Crock and Mitch were drinking beer straight from
the two kegs at the side of the room. Captain Ibbo was discussing something with Rufus, and a
short, stocky man kept leering over at Bulma.
"Who's that?" inquired Bulma of Zenith.
"Who?"
"The short guy with the blond moustache."
"That's Noji. Whatever you do, don't go near him."
"I don't plan to, he scares me. He keeps looking over here at me, why is he doing that?"
Zenith's face turned a ghostly shade of white. You see, Noji was infamous around the ship for
doing as he pleased...and the man had no inhibitions, and set himself no boundaries. Everyone
else was too scared to set any for him, save Ibbo, who really didn't give a damn now that
Maelyn's chest was back in his possession. In fact, the captain rarely gave a damn period unless
it concerned himself. Zenith knew he would have to keep a very close watch on Bulma at all
times...there was no telling what horrors Noji could inflict on her. The very revelation that he
had an eye on her was disturbing enough.
"Bulma."
"Yeah Zenith?"
"Be careful. Very careful. Don't ever stay out of my sight."
"Okay."
A slightly nervous Bulma approached the cook, and soon found herself holding a bowl of stew.
It had meat, some vegetables, and was an odd purple-ish colour. After Zenith received his
portion, the two sat down at a table with three other pirates. One of them was inspecting
Bulma's hair, though not for long, as Zenith gave a warning growl that spooked him.
"Sheesh Gort, that new kid's freaky. Did yuh see the way 'e growled at'cha?"
"I know Mort, I know. The cap'n did a good job pick'n 'im."
"Ye don't think 'e could actually DO sumthin', do ya bro?"
"Nah, e's all skin 'n bones."
The two brothers laughed for a good while, while the other man sitting there merely stood up
and left. Zenith scarfed down his stew, while Bulma just stared at it. She usually wasn't one to
give up food, but this was grotesque. She had already tried the meat, it was stringy and fell apart
in her mouth. The vegetables turned to mush when eaten, and Bulma could swear that every
once and a while, the liquid would change colours.
"Aren't yuh gonna eat that, missy?" inquired Gort.
"I think I've lost my appetite."
Bulma shut her eyes and pushed the bowl away.
"Ya do realize there, lassie, there's nottin' else tuh eat 'ere."
"Mort, shut up. She's not stupid."
"Not like ye are, eh Zenith?"
Mort and Gort threw back their heads in laughter, almost choking on their stew. Mort leaned
back too far and fell onto someone from the other table. Severe cussing commenced, followed
by a food fight of epic proportions. Purple gunk quickly piled up on the walls, and squished up
vegetables soon covered the floor. Captain Ibbo chose to remain completely ignorant and
continued his conversation with Rufus. Zenith had already pulled Bulma out of the room once
the first piece of meat had been thrown. The two were now wandering the corridors of the ship,
and were also trying to sort out their feelings for one another...quite a confusing process.
*I can't believe we did that earlier. It all seems so surreal. That...kiss...took my breath away.
Literally. He made me feel so...damn good, there's no other way to put it. But...is that it? Is
that all we can do? I feel like I'm missing something, like there's more that I don't know about.
I HATE not knowing things. Just can't stand it.*
Bulma kept following Zenith around the hallways, it really was a large boat. At times she almost
felt like she'd never figure out her way around. Then, her red-haired companion led her up some
stairs onto the deck. The entire surface of the boat was made of mahogany, giving it a rich,
reddish tint. Bulma looked over the ocean at the sun setting.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah...I saw them all the time at home, I never thought much about it."
Bulma stared at Zenith in shock.
"Are you serious? I've NEVER seen the sun set on the water before. You're so lucky..."
"After a long time on this rig, you'll see where I'm coming from."
"I don't think I could ever not notice this...are we going to have to scrub this whole thing every
day?"
"Well, I don't know if we can finish the whole thing in one day, even if we work non-stop, but
yeah, we'll be scrubbing all day."
"Joyous."
Hey there! Hope you liked it, sorry there won't be more chapters for a while. Please review and have a great day!
reviewers, it was most gracious of you to leave your comments. This, in my head, is planned out
as a very long story. It will probably change infinite times from my original mental map, in fact,
it's already changed a lot since I started this. I won't be able to update for a long time after this, say after August 18th. I'm camping starting tomorrow, and then I'm off to winnipeg for my dad's wedding on the 17th. I get to be a bridesmaid ^-^. Anyhow, I'll stop rambling and let you read the
next chapter.
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
Zenith was dumbfounded by Bulma's actions, and froze stiff for a moment.
"Zenith? What's wrong?"
Unable to control himself any longer, the hormone-driven adolescent captured young Bulma's
lips with his. Zenith wrapped his arms tightly around her feminine form, holding her as if she
was the one thing keeping him alive. Pleasantly shocked and also befuddled, Bulma responded
as best she could, all the while keeping her hand in his hair. Breathless, the sky-haired girl
pulled away and took in some well needed air.
"What...the hell...did we...just do?"
"Um..."
Zenith scrambled for the right words, finding his vocabulary suddenly quite small.
"We...well...er...kissed."
"Kissed?"
"Yah."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Well...I like you. A lot. Did you like it?"
"...yeah, I did. Was I good?"
"Good? You were amazing! Kami...I don't think I've ever met a better kisser."
"You're just saying that, aren't you."
"No, I'm not."
In truth, Zenith was being completely honest with his romantic interest. He had never before
encountered someone who was that skilled...but he couldn't help but wondering how she could
possibly be so good...without any experience whatsoever. That thought quickly vanished as a
loud shout of "GRUB'S READY!!" filled the ship. Reluctantly, Zenith wriggled himself out of
Bulma's grasp and led her to the dining cabin.
Inside, pirates lined the tables, their stench making Bulma gag. Ylecic sat by himself, slowly
eating what looked like some kind of stew. Crock and Mitch were drinking beer straight from
the two kegs at the side of the room. Captain Ibbo was discussing something with Rufus, and a
short, stocky man kept leering over at Bulma.
"Who's that?" inquired Bulma of Zenith.
"Who?"
"The short guy with the blond moustache."
"That's Noji. Whatever you do, don't go near him."
"I don't plan to, he scares me. He keeps looking over here at me, why is he doing that?"
Zenith's face turned a ghostly shade of white. You see, Noji was infamous around the ship for
doing as he pleased...and the man had no inhibitions, and set himself no boundaries. Everyone
else was too scared to set any for him, save Ibbo, who really didn't give a damn now that
Maelyn's chest was back in his possession. In fact, the captain rarely gave a damn period unless
it concerned himself. Zenith knew he would have to keep a very close watch on Bulma at all
times...there was no telling what horrors Noji could inflict on her. The very revelation that he
had an eye on her was disturbing enough.
"Bulma."
"Yeah Zenith?"
"Be careful. Very careful. Don't ever stay out of my sight."
"Okay."
A slightly nervous Bulma approached the cook, and soon found herself holding a bowl of stew.
It had meat, some vegetables, and was an odd purple-ish colour. After Zenith received his
portion, the two sat down at a table with three other pirates. One of them was inspecting
Bulma's hair, though not for long, as Zenith gave a warning growl that spooked him.
"Sheesh Gort, that new kid's freaky. Did yuh see the way 'e growled at'cha?"
"I know Mort, I know. The cap'n did a good job pick'n 'im."
"Ye don't think 'e could actually DO sumthin', do ya bro?"
"Nah, e's all skin 'n bones."
The two brothers laughed for a good while, while the other man sitting there merely stood up
and left. Zenith scarfed down his stew, while Bulma just stared at it. She usually wasn't one to
give up food, but this was grotesque. She had already tried the meat, it was stringy and fell apart
in her mouth. The vegetables turned to mush when eaten, and Bulma could swear that every
once and a while, the liquid would change colours.
"Aren't yuh gonna eat that, missy?" inquired Gort.
"I think I've lost my appetite."
Bulma shut her eyes and pushed the bowl away.
"Ya do realize there, lassie, there's nottin' else tuh eat 'ere."
"Mort, shut up. She's not stupid."
"Not like ye are, eh Zenith?"
Mort and Gort threw back their heads in laughter, almost choking on their stew. Mort leaned
back too far and fell onto someone from the other table. Severe cussing commenced, followed
by a food fight of epic proportions. Purple gunk quickly piled up on the walls, and squished up
vegetables soon covered the floor. Captain Ibbo chose to remain completely ignorant and
continued his conversation with Rufus. Zenith had already pulled Bulma out of the room once
the first piece of meat had been thrown. The two were now wandering the corridors of the ship,
and were also trying to sort out their feelings for one another...quite a confusing process.
*I can't believe we did that earlier. It all seems so surreal. That...kiss...took my breath away.
Literally. He made me feel so...damn good, there's no other way to put it. But...is that it? Is
that all we can do? I feel like I'm missing something, like there's more that I don't know about.
I HATE not knowing things. Just can't stand it.*
Bulma kept following Zenith around the hallways, it really was a large boat. At times she almost
felt like she'd never figure out her way around. Then, her red-haired companion led her up some
stairs onto the deck. The entire surface of the boat was made of mahogany, giving it a rich,
reddish tint. Bulma looked over the ocean at the sun setting.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah...I saw them all the time at home, I never thought much about it."
Bulma stared at Zenith in shock.
"Are you serious? I've NEVER seen the sun set on the water before. You're so lucky..."
"After a long time on this rig, you'll see where I'm coming from."
"I don't think I could ever not notice this...are we going to have to scrub this whole thing every
day?"
"Well, I don't know if we can finish the whole thing in one day, even if we work non-stop, but
yeah, we'll be scrubbing all day."
"Joyous."
Hey there! Hope you liked it, sorry there won't be more chapters for a while. Please review and have a great day!