A/N: Well, here's the next chapter, hope you like it! Thanks so much for the supportive reviews,
you people are wonderful, truly wonderful.
Garfield: Yeah, that and she's sucking up for more reviews.
Me: They are fully aware of that.
Garfield: You know, Jon says the problem with me is I think I'm human.
Me: Really?
Garfield: Yeah, I gotta do something about this inferiority complex.
Me: I'm not inferior!
Garfield: To a cat...I beg to differ. Oh, and Renee doesn't own dragonballz or me for that matter.
Me: He's here because-
Garfield: I know she can cook lasagna.
Me: On with the story already!
*thoughts*
Noji's lips turned in a sneer as he eyed the young girl who sat on the deck...she would be easy
prey if he did things carefully. It never helped him much when that newbie was always watching
her.
"So, how's life?"
"Same, yet different."
Noji furrowed his brow in slight puzzlement, he hadn't expected her to say something along
those lines. Then again, he wasn't sure what to expect with her, really. There was something
about her that was different, and Noji couldn't figure out what it was. It annoyed him a great
deal, and he was determined to get his way, no matter what the difference in the blue-haired girl
was.
Bulma, however, was scared out of her wits. Images flashed through her mind, getting worse
and worse as the man stared down at her. She looked up into his cat-like eyes and wondered
why they were like that. She decided not to ask, out of favour for her better judgment. Bulma
took a long look at the rest of her shipmate's body. He was fairly short, not much taller than
Bulma herself. Thin too, but Bulma had a sense of something deeper, more sinister lurking
behind his seemingly frail form.
*What if he...I don't even want to think about it. It's like there's something evil coming from him
or something...a presence...I don't know how to describe it. How could something so huge come
from someone so small? Hey...wait a minute...I'm not that large looking, and I've got a pretty
good knack for martial arts on my side, that no one even knows about...well, except for Zenith.
He better not tell anyone...where is he anyways? You know, now that I think about it, it's stupid
of me to be afraid of Noji. I could probably kick his ass...never mind PROBABLY, I'd
DEFINITELY be able to kick his ass.*
Bulma's superficial glare that covered her terror quickly morphed into a genuine smirk, then a
malicious smile. The almost 12 year old threw back her tresses and laughed long and loud, to
the point where one would think she had gone insane. Noji's eyes widened at the sight, and he
paused for a moment to try and figure things out.
*What the hell? A few minutes ago she was glaring at me like I killed her family, and now she's
laughing like some nutcase. What the fuck is up with this girl? She's still laughing! Where did
she get such a loud set of lungs? Holy fuck, if she doesn't shut up soon, I'll have to help her.*
To the relief of Noji's ears, Bulma stopped her cackling and turned to face him.
"Why would you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why are you here?"
"I have my reasons."
"Well, you can take those little 'reasons' and shove them up your-"
"Get the fuck away from her!"
Zenith hurried over to Bulma's side and pulled her away from Noji as fast as possible.
"You bitch. You're just lucky. I'll be back."
Noji strode away from the swabbers, still wondering what the heck went on in the mind of that
new girl on board.
"You okay? Shit, I was so worried!"
"Zenith, I'm fine. Did you see me practicing this morning? Or are you blind?"
"Well...yeah...but still, he's dangerous."
"I might be young, but I'm not stupid, okay? I know who I can defeat."
"How?"
"Because..." *It's probably not a good idea to tell him about the whole ki thing that Goku showed
me, how to sense it and everything. There's only so much I can reveal. If this gets out
anywhere...* "...I just can, okay?"
"Like I said, how?"
"It's too complicated to explain, I barely understand it myself." *At least the second part of that's
true.*
"Fine."
"Don't tell ANYONE about my skills. I want an edge in case I get into trouble."
"If you had finished your sentence earlier, you would've been in deep shit."
"He knows what I meant. I need a promise you won't tell."
"I'd never tell, why would I?"
"Thank you, it means a lot to me."
Bulma went back to scrubbing the wooden deck, and noticed Zenith had a few strange lumps in
his shirt.
"What are those?"
"What are what?"
"Those things under your shirt."
"Food."
True to his word, Zenith produced a number of rolls, sliced in half with fish between them. He
ate his hungrily, while Bulma took a tad longer. Of course, considering how much more work
she had done that day, she most definitely deserved the break. The two adolescents pressed on
with their work for what seemed an eternity before the inevitable cry for dinner.
That's all for now! There is TONS more to come, this story isn't done by a long shot. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and have a good day y'all!
you people are wonderful, truly wonderful.
Garfield: Yeah, that and she's sucking up for more reviews.
Me: They are fully aware of that.
Garfield: You know, Jon says the problem with me is I think I'm human.
Me: Really?
Garfield: Yeah, I gotta do something about this inferiority complex.
Me: I'm not inferior!
Garfield: To a cat...I beg to differ. Oh, and Renee doesn't own dragonballz or me for that matter.
Me: He's here because-
Garfield: I know she can cook lasagna.
Me: On with the story already!
*thoughts*
Noji's lips turned in a sneer as he eyed the young girl who sat on the deck...she would be easy
prey if he did things carefully. It never helped him much when that newbie was always watching
her.
"So, how's life?"
"Same, yet different."
Noji furrowed his brow in slight puzzlement, he hadn't expected her to say something along
those lines. Then again, he wasn't sure what to expect with her, really. There was something
about her that was different, and Noji couldn't figure out what it was. It annoyed him a great
deal, and he was determined to get his way, no matter what the difference in the blue-haired girl
was.
Bulma, however, was scared out of her wits. Images flashed through her mind, getting worse
and worse as the man stared down at her. She looked up into his cat-like eyes and wondered
why they were like that. She decided not to ask, out of favour for her better judgment. Bulma
took a long look at the rest of her shipmate's body. He was fairly short, not much taller than
Bulma herself. Thin too, but Bulma had a sense of something deeper, more sinister lurking
behind his seemingly frail form.
*What if he...I don't even want to think about it. It's like there's something evil coming from him
or something...a presence...I don't know how to describe it. How could something so huge come
from someone so small? Hey...wait a minute...I'm not that large looking, and I've got a pretty
good knack for martial arts on my side, that no one even knows about...well, except for Zenith.
He better not tell anyone...where is he anyways? You know, now that I think about it, it's stupid
of me to be afraid of Noji. I could probably kick his ass...never mind PROBABLY, I'd
DEFINITELY be able to kick his ass.*
Bulma's superficial glare that covered her terror quickly morphed into a genuine smirk, then a
malicious smile. The almost 12 year old threw back her tresses and laughed long and loud, to
the point where one would think she had gone insane. Noji's eyes widened at the sight, and he
paused for a moment to try and figure things out.
*What the hell? A few minutes ago she was glaring at me like I killed her family, and now she's
laughing like some nutcase. What the fuck is up with this girl? She's still laughing! Where did
she get such a loud set of lungs? Holy fuck, if she doesn't shut up soon, I'll have to help her.*
To the relief of Noji's ears, Bulma stopped her cackling and turned to face him.
"Why would you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why are you here?"
"I have my reasons."
"Well, you can take those little 'reasons' and shove them up your-"
"Get the fuck away from her!"
Zenith hurried over to Bulma's side and pulled her away from Noji as fast as possible.
"You bitch. You're just lucky. I'll be back."
Noji strode away from the swabbers, still wondering what the heck went on in the mind of that
new girl on board.
"You okay? Shit, I was so worried!"
"Zenith, I'm fine. Did you see me practicing this morning? Or are you blind?"
"Well...yeah...but still, he's dangerous."
"I might be young, but I'm not stupid, okay? I know who I can defeat."
"How?"
"Because..." *It's probably not a good idea to tell him about the whole ki thing that Goku showed
me, how to sense it and everything. There's only so much I can reveal. If this gets out
anywhere...* "...I just can, okay?"
"Like I said, how?"
"It's too complicated to explain, I barely understand it myself." *At least the second part of that's
true.*
"Fine."
"Don't tell ANYONE about my skills. I want an edge in case I get into trouble."
"If you had finished your sentence earlier, you would've been in deep shit."
"He knows what I meant. I need a promise you won't tell."
"I'd never tell, why would I?"
"Thank you, it means a lot to me."
Bulma went back to scrubbing the wooden deck, and noticed Zenith had a few strange lumps in
his shirt.
"What are those?"
"What are what?"
"Those things under your shirt."
"Food."
True to his word, Zenith produced a number of rolls, sliced in half with fish between them. He
ate his hungrily, while Bulma took a tad longer. Of course, considering how much more work
she had done that day, she most definitely deserved the break. The two adolescents pressed on
with their work for what seemed an eternity before the inevitable cry for dinner.
That's all for now! There is TONS more to come, this story isn't done by a long shot. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and have a good day y'all!