A/N: It's my birthday!!! Yeehaw! I'm 15, I'm 15!!! I barely got any sleep last night because I drank waaaay too much dr. pepper. I got up at 5 am and went on the computer...yeah. Anyhow, thank you SO much to B-sama who reviewed chapter 15 ^-^.
I don't own dragonballz
"Thank Kami, my arms are killing me."
"Weak boy."
"Hey! That's not fair, you've done this all your life."
"It sucks, but yeah, I have, so now I can make fun of you."
Bulma grinned at Zenith much like a Cheshire cat would, then laughed as he stuck out his
tongue at her.
"You're so childish."
"You're too damn grown up."
"Hehehe."
"You know, that reminds me of something. Some pirate was laughing earlier, freakiest thing I
ever heard. You must have heard, it was near where you were."
"Of course I heard. Most people hear themselves laugh you know."
"That was YOU?"
"Yeah, after I realized I could easily maim Noji I found it rather amusing."
"Good Kami."
Bulma let out a sparkling laugh, then took Zenith's hand as he lead her to the dining cabin. Once
they arrived, they found themselves eating the same purple stew as the night before.
"Zenith, is this all they ever cook?"
"To the best of my knowledge...yeah."
"I guess it's better than nothing."
The two took their food and left, not wanting to be near anyone else at that time. They entered
their cabin, and Bulma sat down on the mattress, trying to bring her appetite up so she could
actually eat something. One sniff of the 'stew', and Bulma's hunger disappeared completely.
"You have to eat something, Bulma."
"I've been days without food before, I can handle it."
"Dammit, you shouldn't have to handle it!"
"Look, every time I see this stuff I want to puke. Even though I barely have anything to puke."
"Please, you have to eat."
"There's nothing else they can possibly cook."
"Nope."
"Does the cook take special requests?"
"You're dreaming."
"I know that, but this stuff looks like vomit."
"Just picture it as something else."
Zenith polished off his bowl quite hastily, and was finished before Bulma had even tasted it. He
became worried that she might not ever eat. If she died from malnutrition, he'd never be able to
live with himself.
"Bulma-"
"Okay, okay. I'll eat it. It's disgusting, but I'll eat it."
"All of it."
"All right already!"
Bulma took a spoonful of the dreaded concoction, and forced herself to swallow it.
"This stuff isn't meant for human consumption."
"If you eat it, you'll get a surprise."
"What...kind of surprise?"
"A good one."
"Like...?"
"I can't tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise then."
The young girl gave an exasperated sigh and continued eating the bowl of purple stew. Gagging,
she managed to finish it, though it took her a while and she felt rather queasy.
"There, I ate it. I feel really sick now. We're supposed to go back and scrub, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but first I have a surprise for you, remember?"
"Suddenly I feel like a five year old."
"Sorry. This wouldn't be something I'd ever give a five year old."
With that said, Zenith lifted Bulma onto his lap, and before she could do any protesting, started
to kiss her neck. The young girl was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but all
coherent thoughts were banished from her mind as Zenith's hand trailed over her breast.
"Good Kami..."
Bulma leaned back into her lover's body and took in a deep breath when he massaged her right
bosom. She let out a moan that drove Zenith wild, causing his work on her neck to become
more profound, and giving young Bulma a taste of pleasure. The two sat entangled like this for
a half an hour, Zenith keeping his hands on her chest the whole while, and alternating his kisses
in different places. Bulma was sure this was heaven, nothing in her life had been better than
this.
"Zenith!"
Zenith quickly let go of Bulma at the sound of his Captain's voice.
"Yes Captain Ibbo?"
"You've got swabbing to do. Get your ass out there and have the whelp girl help you."
"Yes Captain."
Once again, Zenith and Bulma found themselves scrubbing away at the ship. Bulma started to
freeze once again, and Zenith lent her his shirt. Needless to say, Bulma went a tad slower when
washing the wood deck of the Griffin.
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A year and a half had passed, Bulma was now thirteen, Zenith had just turned nineteen. The two were inseparable, and Bulma's strength had greatly increased during that time. She still had no idea of how to formulate a Kameyameya wave, and it bothered her to no end. Although, the time that she spent with Zenith made up for it.
As of that point, the two had only gone so far as their second day on the ship, Zenith thinking she was too young, and Bulma not knowing what more they could do. That also, still bothered her. There were times when she though they should be able to do so much more, and yet, she had no idea what. She didn't dare ask him, he didn't like answering that sort of thing. Today, however, her question was about to be answered, since she had a different question which ultimately led to
what she wanted to know.
The two were still swabbing the deck, and it was a hot, hot day. Over thirty degrees Celsius, and
Bulma and Zenith were sweating buckets, so much that they almost didn't need soapy water for
the decks. Deodorants of any kind were unheard of on the Griffin, so you either got used to the
smell or stuck a clothes pin on your nose. Bulma learned to adapt. When Zenith's arms got
tired, which took longer these days, because he was used to scrubbing by now, Bulma brought
forth her query.
"Zenith, how are babies made?"
Oooh! That'll be something to explain all right! Please review, it would mean ever so much to
me. Thanks to those who have and I'll come up with the next chapter pretty soon! Take care of
yourselves!
I don't own dragonballz
"Thank Kami, my arms are killing me."
"Weak boy."
"Hey! That's not fair, you've done this all your life."
"It sucks, but yeah, I have, so now I can make fun of you."
Bulma grinned at Zenith much like a Cheshire cat would, then laughed as he stuck out his
tongue at her.
"You're so childish."
"You're too damn grown up."
"Hehehe."
"You know, that reminds me of something. Some pirate was laughing earlier, freakiest thing I
ever heard. You must have heard, it was near where you were."
"Of course I heard. Most people hear themselves laugh you know."
"That was YOU?"
"Yeah, after I realized I could easily maim Noji I found it rather amusing."
"Good Kami."
Bulma let out a sparkling laugh, then took Zenith's hand as he lead her to the dining cabin. Once
they arrived, they found themselves eating the same purple stew as the night before.
"Zenith, is this all they ever cook?"
"To the best of my knowledge...yeah."
"I guess it's better than nothing."
The two took their food and left, not wanting to be near anyone else at that time. They entered
their cabin, and Bulma sat down on the mattress, trying to bring her appetite up so she could
actually eat something. One sniff of the 'stew', and Bulma's hunger disappeared completely.
"You have to eat something, Bulma."
"I've been days without food before, I can handle it."
"Dammit, you shouldn't have to handle it!"
"Look, every time I see this stuff I want to puke. Even though I barely have anything to puke."
"Please, you have to eat."
"There's nothing else they can possibly cook."
"Nope."
"Does the cook take special requests?"
"You're dreaming."
"I know that, but this stuff looks like vomit."
"Just picture it as something else."
Zenith polished off his bowl quite hastily, and was finished before Bulma had even tasted it. He
became worried that she might not ever eat. If she died from malnutrition, he'd never be able to
live with himself.
"Bulma-"
"Okay, okay. I'll eat it. It's disgusting, but I'll eat it."
"All of it."
"All right already!"
Bulma took a spoonful of the dreaded concoction, and forced herself to swallow it.
"This stuff isn't meant for human consumption."
"If you eat it, you'll get a surprise."
"What...kind of surprise?"
"A good one."
"Like...?"
"I can't tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise then."
The young girl gave an exasperated sigh and continued eating the bowl of purple stew. Gagging,
she managed to finish it, though it took her a while and she felt rather queasy.
"There, I ate it. I feel really sick now. We're supposed to go back and scrub, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but first I have a surprise for you, remember?"
"Suddenly I feel like a five year old."
"Sorry. This wouldn't be something I'd ever give a five year old."
With that said, Zenith lifted Bulma onto his lap, and before she could do any protesting, started
to kiss her neck. The young girl was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but all
coherent thoughts were banished from her mind as Zenith's hand trailed over her breast.
"Good Kami..."
Bulma leaned back into her lover's body and took in a deep breath when he massaged her right
bosom. She let out a moan that drove Zenith wild, causing his work on her neck to become
more profound, and giving young Bulma a taste of pleasure. The two sat entangled like this for
a half an hour, Zenith keeping his hands on her chest the whole while, and alternating his kisses
in different places. Bulma was sure this was heaven, nothing in her life had been better than
this.
"Zenith!"
Zenith quickly let go of Bulma at the sound of his Captain's voice.
"Yes Captain Ibbo?"
"You've got swabbing to do. Get your ass out there and have the whelp girl help you."
"Yes Captain."
Once again, Zenith and Bulma found themselves scrubbing away at the ship. Bulma started to
freeze once again, and Zenith lent her his shirt. Needless to say, Bulma went a tad slower when
washing the wood deck of the Griffin.
***************************************
A year and a half had passed, Bulma was now thirteen, Zenith had just turned nineteen. The two were inseparable, and Bulma's strength had greatly increased during that time. She still had no idea of how to formulate a Kameyameya wave, and it bothered her to no end. Although, the time that she spent with Zenith made up for it.
As of that point, the two had only gone so far as their second day on the ship, Zenith thinking she was too young, and Bulma not knowing what more they could do. That also, still bothered her. There were times when she though they should be able to do so much more, and yet, she had no idea what. She didn't dare ask him, he didn't like answering that sort of thing. Today, however, her question was about to be answered, since she had a different question which ultimately led to
what she wanted to know.
The two were still swabbing the deck, and it was a hot, hot day. Over thirty degrees Celsius, and
Bulma and Zenith were sweating buckets, so much that they almost didn't need soapy water for
the decks. Deodorants of any kind were unheard of on the Griffin, so you either got used to the
smell or stuck a clothes pin on your nose. Bulma learned to adapt. When Zenith's arms got
tired, which took longer these days, because he was used to scrubbing by now, Bulma brought
forth her query.
"Zenith, how are babies made?"
Oooh! That'll be something to explain all right! Please review, it would mean ever so much to
me. Thanks to those who have and I'll come up with the next chapter pretty soon! Take care of
yourselves!