A/N: Here we go, it's the next chapter of Savage Siren! Thanks to those who reviewed, you
people are the greatest! And to Mandy, I have no idea what chapter it will be when Vegeta comes in, but I'll let you know now, it won't be for a while. Oh, and sorry this chapter is up kinda late, with school starting I don't have as much time to type and upload as I would like, so I can't do stuff as frequently. I'm sure you all understand, with similar problems and such.
I don't own Dragonballz or anything else, for that matter. If you wish to use my characters, go
ahead, I'd be honoured. However, if you start making money, I expect AT LEAST half of the
income. I think that's more than fair. On with the story!
*thoughts*
Zenith's face went stark white and he almost spilled his bucket of water on the deck.
*Oh shit. This is NOT my field. I'm going to have to tell here everything. Well, maybe not
EVERYthing...*
"I already know they start as an egg inside a woman, but how do those eggs become babies
instead of being...well...blood?"
Zenith's jaw almost seemed to be off his hinges, and it took him a bit of time before he regained
his composure.
*Damn, the only thing I have to explain is the part I DON'T want to explain. I suppose I could
play dumb. Yeah, that's it, I'll play dumb. If I start explaining the process, I might end up with
a more physical demonstration rather than a verbal. It's hard enough not to jump her right now,
this only makes it worse.* "I'm...not sure."
"Then why did you go so pale when I asked you? Back when I was with Maelyn, I asked the
same question and I didn't get an answer. I'm thirteen now, I'm not a kid. I know when you're
lying and I think I have a right to know how I was created."
Zenith didn't reply, he was sitting there dumbfounded once again by Bulma's intelligence, which
had grown during that year and a half. Bulma quickly became annoyed by Zenith's lack of a
response, and huffed in indignation.
"Well, I guess I could just ask one of the other crew members, they've lived a while, they ought
to know something. Some of them anyways."
"No, don't! I'll tell you, just don't ask them about that."
Bulma was startled by his sudden surrender, and almost chuckled.
*I guess he's got a small case of jealousy there, but I think it's more protectiveness than
anything. Some of those pirates are really creepy.* "Well? Are you going to tell me or not?"
Zenith took in a deep breath and vainly tried to calm his high-strung nerves.
"All right. Well, when a man and woman are in love...or just...really want a lot of pleasure...or
one is paying the other, um, the man kinda...enters the woman through her...opening."
"How?"
"Well...you see...the same place where women have openings, men have...well, uh it's hard to
explain, but it fits inside the woman. Then the two push against each other until they release."
"Release what?"
"Well...er, men release stuff that travels to the woman's egg and um, er...uh..."
"Fertilizes it?"
"Yeah, that's the word."
"Oh! So that's how it works! But what does the female release?"
"A...er...sticky kind of fluid...I don't know why though."
"Wouldn't the whole thing hurt the woman?"
Zenith paused, trying to figure exactly how to explain this to Bulma.
"Well...the first time a woman...does it...it hurts at first, but passes quickly. After that, it doesn't
hurt anymore. Actually it feels like heaven. Sex, I mean."
"That's what it's called then."
"Yeah. Am I done explaining tough things or can I go back to scrubbing?"
Bulma snickered and gave Zenith a heartfelt embrace from behind.
"Thanks for letting me know. And yes, you can go back to scrubbing, love."
"...love?"
"Well...yeah, I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and right now, the only
one I can trust. You didn't know that?"
"You never really said you did."
"Neither did you, I just assumed...was I wrong?"
"No! No, of course not. I love you with all my soul."
The sky-haired teen smiled and kissed her love's cheek, then licked his ear.
"You'd better stop that."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to carry off to our room and I'll give you a better answer to
your question." *Oh shit, I was NOT supposed to say that."
"As tempting as it sounds, we DO have to finish this."
*Is she joking or is she serious?*
*I did NOT just say that.*
Bulma released her hold on the ruddy-haired youth...well, I suppose he had just entered
adulthood. The two went back to scrubbing the deck, sweating like pigs until the cry for grub
was sounded. The duo quickly ran downstairs to eat. Zenith went to go pick up the stew, only to
find that today they were cooking sausages and corn from one of their more recent raids. He was
so busy drooling over the food that he didn't notice Bulma conversing with Noji.
You see, despite their initial encounter, the two had eventually learned to tolerate each other. It
certainly did take a while, but for now, the two could actually carry on a conversation without
screaming at each other. Noji would never admit it, but he admired Bulma's boldness and
intelligence. He still wanted to bed her, but then again, so did every other man on the ship. He
wasn't stupid enough to do it though. Captain Ibbo watched him like a hawk ever since Bulma
set foot on the Griffin. Not to mention the red-haired boy.
Bulma herself found him to have a lot of information on many topics, which pleased her greatly.
Bulma's thirst to KNOW left Noji constantly telling tales, myths and fights of all kinds. At this
point, the two were talking about past battles on the sea that Bulma hadn't already experienced.
"There was one point when we were against the Fitaki Clan, they were hard to beat. It took us
almost all our ammo, but it was worth it. We had little supplies at the time, and their ship
fulfilled our needs, as well as a hefty amount of pocket change."
"I suppose that part's good, but all those people..."
Noji gave a disbelieving chuckle.
"I can't imagine how after a good year and a half on this rig, you're still sensitive over people
dying."
"Well maybe if you had seen your adoptive mother's severed head thrown out the window,
you'd be a little more sensitive too."
"My parents were skinned alive, but back to my point. Fact is, we're all gonna die sooner or
later, it's just a question of when and how. You couldn't appreciate the mentality of battle, Ibbo
keeps you below deck the whole time. If we didn't kill them, we'd be killed by them. You
understand?"
"I guess it makes sense. I don't like it, but I get it. What if we run into the saiyajins? Would we
be able to kill them?"
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Would the crew be able to kill them? That and more coming up in the next chapter! Please let me know what you think, anything you say is valuable to me. Keep on smiling:)
people are the greatest! And to Mandy, I have no idea what chapter it will be when Vegeta comes in, but I'll let you know now, it won't be for a while. Oh, and sorry this chapter is up kinda late, with school starting I don't have as much time to type and upload as I would like, so I can't do stuff as frequently. I'm sure you all understand, with similar problems and such.
I don't own Dragonballz or anything else, for that matter. If you wish to use my characters, go
ahead, I'd be honoured. However, if you start making money, I expect AT LEAST half of the
income. I think that's more than fair. On with the story!
*thoughts*
Zenith's face went stark white and he almost spilled his bucket of water on the deck.
*Oh shit. This is NOT my field. I'm going to have to tell here everything. Well, maybe not
EVERYthing...*
"I already know they start as an egg inside a woman, but how do those eggs become babies
instead of being...well...blood?"
Zenith's jaw almost seemed to be off his hinges, and it took him a bit of time before he regained
his composure.
*Damn, the only thing I have to explain is the part I DON'T want to explain. I suppose I could
play dumb. Yeah, that's it, I'll play dumb. If I start explaining the process, I might end up with
a more physical demonstration rather than a verbal. It's hard enough not to jump her right now,
this only makes it worse.* "I'm...not sure."
"Then why did you go so pale when I asked you? Back when I was with Maelyn, I asked the
same question and I didn't get an answer. I'm thirteen now, I'm not a kid. I know when you're
lying and I think I have a right to know how I was created."
Zenith didn't reply, he was sitting there dumbfounded once again by Bulma's intelligence, which
had grown during that year and a half. Bulma quickly became annoyed by Zenith's lack of a
response, and huffed in indignation.
"Well, I guess I could just ask one of the other crew members, they've lived a while, they ought
to know something. Some of them anyways."
"No, don't! I'll tell you, just don't ask them about that."
Bulma was startled by his sudden surrender, and almost chuckled.
*I guess he's got a small case of jealousy there, but I think it's more protectiveness than
anything. Some of those pirates are really creepy.* "Well? Are you going to tell me or not?"
Zenith took in a deep breath and vainly tried to calm his high-strung nerves.
"All right. Well, when a man and woman are in love...or just...really want a lot of pleasure...or
one is paying the other, um, the man kinda...enters the woman through her...opening."
"How?"
"Well...you see...the same place where women have openings, men have...well, uh it's hard to
explain, but it fits inside the woman. Then the two push against each other until they release."
"Release what?"
"Well...er, men release stuff that travels to the woman's egg and um, er...uh..."
"Fertilizes it?"
"Yeah, that's the word."
"Oh! So that's how it works! But what does the female release?"
"A...er...sticky kind of fluid...I don't know why though."
"Wouldn't the whole thing hurt the woman?"
Zenith paused, trying to figure exactly how to explain this to Bulma.
"Well...the first time a woman...does it...it hurts at first, but passes quickly. After that, it doesn't
hurt anymore. Actually it feels like heaven. Sex, I mean."
"That's what it's called then."
"Yeah. Am I done explaining tough things or can I go back to scrubbing?"
Bulma snickered and gave Zenith a heartfelt embrace from behind.
"Thanks for letting me know. And yes, you can go back to scrubbing, love."
"...love?"
"Well...yeah, I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and right now, the only
one I can trust. You didn't know that?"
"You never really said you did."
"Neither did you, I just assumed...was I wrong?"
"No! No, of course not. I love you with all my soul."
The sky-haired teen smiled and kissed her love's cheek, then licked his ear.
"You'd better stop that."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to carry off to our room and I'll give you a better answer to
your question." *Oh shit, I was NOT supposed to say that."
"As tempting as it sounds, we DO have to finish this."
*Is she joking or is she serious?*
*I did NOT just say that.*
Bulma released her hold on the ruddy-haired youth...well, I suppose he had just entered
adulthood. The two went back to scrubbing the deck, sweating like pigs until the cry for grub
was sounded. The duo quickly ran downstairs to eat. Zenith went to go pick up the stew, only to
find that today they were cooking sausages and corn from one of their more recent raids. He was
so busy drooling over the food that he didn't notice Bulma conversing with Noji.
You see, despite their initial encounter, the two had eventually learned to tolerate each other. It
certainly did take a while, but for now, the two could actually carry on a conversation without
screaming at each other. Noji would never admit it, but he admired Bulma's boldness and
intelligence. He still wanted to bed her, but then again, so did every other man on the ship. He
wasn't stupid enough to do it though. Captain Ibbo watched him like a hawk ever since Bulma
set foot on the Griffin. Not to mention the red-haired boy.
Bulma herself found him to have a lot of information on many topics, which pleased her greatly.
Bulma's thirst to KNOW left Noji constantly telling tales, myths and fights of all kinds. At this
point, the two were talking about past battles on the sea that Bulma hadn't already experienced.
"There was one point when we were against the Fitaki Clan, they were hard to beat. It took us
almost all our ammo, but it was worth it. We had little supplies at the time, and their ship
fulfilled our needs, as well as a hefty amount of pocket change."
"I suppose that part's good, but all those people..."
Noji gave a disbelieving chuckle.
"I can't imagine how after a good year and a half on this rig, you're still sensitive over people
dying."
"Well maybe if you had seen your adoptive mother's severed head thrown out the window,
you'd be a little more sensitive too."
"My parents were skinned alive, but back to my point. Fact is, we're all gonna die sooner or
later, it's just a question of when and how. You couldn't appreciate the mentality of battle, Ibbo
keeps you below deck the whole time. If we didn't kill them, we'd be killed by them. You
understand?"
"I guess it makes sense. I don't like it, but I get it. What if we run into the saiyajins? Would we
be able to kill them?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Would the crew be able to kill them? That and more coming up in the next chapter! Please let me know what you think, anything you say is valuable to me. Keep on smiling:)