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Zenith abandoned his thoughts to find Bulma sitting on the floor cross-legged with a frown on
her face.
"What is it?"
"I can't do it."
"Can't do what?"
*Should I tell him about the Kameyameya? Do I trust him enough? What if he thinks I'm
insane? I can't risk it, I can't risk not having someone who will care for me.* "This meditation
thing. It's hard to explain."
"Oh. Well, it's breakfast. After that, we scrub the deck for the entire day."
"At least I know what I'm doing. How about you? How much time have you ever spend
scrubbing things?"
"At most...half an hour."
"Good luck my friend...good luck."
Bulma and Zenith went to the dining cabin and took some fruit to eat for breakfast, opting to
ingest their food AWAY from the rest of the crew. The two of them each filled up a bucket of
water and brought some sponges to the deck. Neither of them could see very well, it was only
daybreak. Also, both of them didn't even think of bringing a lantern, so they had to be content
with the dim light the rising sun gave them.
"We should start at the bow and work our way to the stern. I'll take the starboard side, you take
the port side, that okay with you?"
"Sure, if I knew what the hell bow, stern, starboard and port were, I'd be great there Zenith."
"I guess no one updated you on the lingo."
"I've never been at sea before, remember?"
"Okay. We're starting from the front, going to the back. I'll take the right, you take the left."
"Got it."
Bulma soon was right into her work, keeping a steady rhythm and pace, never once wearing
herself out and covering record amounts of space. Zenith, however, was quite unaccustomed to
scrubbing for long lengths of time, and his arms were tired after only fifteen minutes. The two
of them ate their breakfast while working, and managed to cover...oh...almost a sixteenth of the
ship. It may not seem like that much, but in reality, the two had scrubbed the equivalent of a
small house by the time lunch rolled around. The Griffin was not of miniature craftsmanship.
Its sheer size was enough to make even the most experienced scrubbed go queasy, which would
have included Bulma, only her mind was focussed on what she had woke up to that morning...
*I never would have thought things would happen like this. In my mind, I had always imagined
that I'd live with Maelyn until I was old enough to move out, then maybe I'd just continue
training with Goku. Maybe I'd live at his house...or enter a faraway tournament so I could get
my own house.
I never thought that I'd ever wake up to having someone six years older than me holding me
tight as if he was my husband or something. Granted, I like him...I like him a lot. Would it be
safe to say I love him? I don't know. He's very attractive, I guess that's the word. When I woke
up, he was right there. I stayed with him for a while, just snuggled against him. He's so warm,
his skin is so firm, he's just...amazing for some reason. He's not really special as far as people
go, but to me...it's like he's so much more. It's hard to sort all this out, it doesn't make sense to
me. Why him? Why now? I'm only turning twelve in two weeks...he's seventeen.
I had to wriggle out of his embrace eventually, that was the only time I had to train before
everyone else woke up. I'm sure there was someone on top of that basket at the top...Zenith just
told me it's the mast. They couldn't have possibly seen or heard me down below deck. I went
through my kata, then did some shadow sparring, then tried the kameyameya again. I can't get it
to work for me, I don't know why. How did Goku do it? Maybe it was that tail of his...I still
don't understand that either. Oh well. I guess I should probably forget about it. It's not like I'll
ever see him again anyways. Damn, do I miss that kid.*
Bulma looked up to see that Zenith was nowhere to be found, and to her horror, Noji was
walking her way. Pretending she didn't see him, Bulma went back to her work.
"Nice try little lady, but that ain't gonna work. I saw your eyes, and you saw mine. Look at me.
NOW."
Mentally screaming, Bulma forced herself to stare into Noji's eyes. Her mouth was set in a
frown that clearly showed her displeasure. Noji's pupils, however, weren't normal. They were
more like a cat's, mere slits. Bulma refused to let herself show that she was afraid, yet on the
inside, she was crying and shaking with terror.
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Zenith abandoned his thoughts to find Bulma sitting on the floor cross-legged with a frown on
her face.
"What is it?"
"I can't do it."
"Can't do what?"
*Should I tell him about the Kameyameya? Do I trust him enough? What if he thinks I'm
insane? I can't risk it, I can't risk not having someone who will care for me.* "This meditation
thing. It's hard to explain."
"Oh. Well, it's breakfast. After that, we scrub the deck for the entire day."
"At least I know what I'm doing. How about you? How much time have you ever spend
scrubbing things?"
"At most...half an hour."
"Good luck my friend...good luck."
Bulma and Zenith went to the dining cabin and took some fruit to eat for breakfast, opting to
ingest their food AWAY from the rest of the crew. The two of them each filled up a bucket of
water and brought some sponges to the deck. Neither of them could see very well, it was only
daybreak. Also, both of them didn't even think of bringing a lantern, so they had to be content
with the dim light the rising sun gave them.
"We should start at the bow and work our way to the stern. I'll take the starboard side, you take
the port side, that okay with you?"
"Sure, if I knew what the hell bow, stern, starboard and port were, I'd be great there Zenith."
"I guess no one updated you on the lingo."
"I've never been at sea before, remember?"
"Okay. We're starting from the front, going to the back. I'll take the right, you take the left."
"Got it."
Bulma soon was right into her work, keeping a steady rhythm and pace, never once wearing
herself out and covering record amounts of space. Zenith, however, was quite unaccustomed to
scrubbing for long lengths of time, and his arms were tired after only fifteen minutes. The two
of them ate their breakfast while working, and managed to cover...oh...almost a sixteenth of the
ship. It may not seem like that much, but in reality, the two had scrubbed the equivalent of a
small house by the time lunch rolled around. The Griffin was not of miniature craftsmanship.
Its sheer size was enough to make even the most experienced scrubbed go queasy, which would
have included Bulma, only her mind was focussed on what she had woke up to that morning...
*I never would have thought things would happen like this. In my mind, I had always imagined
that I'd live with Maelyn until I was old enough to move out, then maybe I'd just continue
training with Goku. Maybe I'd live at his house...or enter a faraway tournament so I could get
my own house.
I never thought that I'd ever wake up to having someone six years older than me holding me
tight as if he was my husband or something. Granted, I like him...I like him a lot. Would it be
safe to say I love him? I don't know. He's very attractive, I guess that's the word. When I woke
up, he was right there. I stayed with him for a while, just snuggled against him. He's so warm,
his skin is so firm, he's just...amazing for some reason. He's not really special as far as people
go, but to me...it's like he's so much more. It's hard to sort all this out, it doesn't make sense to
me. Why him? Why now? I'm only turning twelve in two weeks...he's seventeen.
I had to wriggle out of his embrace eventually, that was the only time I had to train before
everyone else woke up. I'm sure there was someone on top of that basket at the top...Zenith just
told me it's the mast. They couldn't have possibly seen or heard me down below deck. I went
through my kata, then did some shadow sparring, then tried the kameyameya again. I can't get it
to work for me, I don't know why. How did Goku do it? Maybe it was that tail of his...I still
don't understand that either. Oh well. I guess I should probably forget about it. It's not like I'll
ever see him again anyways. Damn, do I miss that kid.*
Bulma looked up to see that Zenith was nowhere to be found, and to her horror, Noji was
walking her way. Pretending she didn't see him, Bulma went back to her work.
"Nice try little lady, but that ain't gonna work. I saw your eyes, and you saw mine. Look at me.
NOW."
Mentally screaming, Bulma forced herself to stare into Noji's eyes. Her mouth was set in a
frown that clearly showed her displeasure. Noji's pupils, however, weren't normal. They were
more like a cat's, mere slits. Bulma refused to let herself show that she was afraid, yet on the
inside, she was crying and shaking with terror.
That's all for now! Reviews are wonderful and great. Have a good summer! Oh, and mail me some coupons for lindor chocolates, would you all? ^-^