A/N: Sorry this took so long! I was in a retreat off in Marathon, Ontario with the church of mine. I slept all yesterday once I got home, which was only 4:30. I'm taking the day off school today since I feel like crap. My mom let me.
I don't believe I recieved ANY reviews for last chapter, but that's OK because I'm going to keep posting chapters for a LONG time, so I'm hoping I'll get a few more. I do have a good number for this story anyhow.
I don't own dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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The next morning, the ruddy haired pirate awoke to find himself nude, with Bulma entangled in
him. He decided to enjoy the rare moment while it lasted, stroking her arm while she slept.
Normally she was up so much earlier than he was, practising her form or shadow sparring.
Zenith smiled as his love snuggled up even closer than she already was.
*I would do anything for her...absolutely anything. She's like an angel from heaven...*
A large yawn jolted Zenith from his thoughts, and he was suddenly backhanded by Bulma. His
face turned almost red as he fell back, and it was then that he felt the slight pain of the bruises he
had acquired the night before.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
Bulma scurried over and cradled her lover in her arms. She wore a worried expression on her
face, and touched Zenith's face with pure tenderness.
"I was waking up and I flailed my arms a bit...I'm really sorry."
"It's nothing."
"Kami! Look at those bruises! Are those...from me?"
Zenith silenced Bulma with a sweet kiss that made her all but melt. After it was broken, Bulma
still looked concerned, but Zenith made sure she wouldn't worry so much.
"It's just like a love bite...only it's a bruise."
"Don't you dare bite me."
Zenith grinned and half chased Bulma around their quarters, who was only half running herself.
Bulma gave Zenith the upper hand and let him pin her to the ground, giving girly squeals as he
nipped at her neck. She eventually wriggled free, then stood up, pulling her love with her. She
gave him a fierce hug, filled with all the love she could muster.
"...my...ribs..."
"Ack! Sorry, I really don't know my own strength."
All Zenith could do was look at her in pure adoration, and Bulma blushed under his scrutiny. He
tilted her chin up towards him, and gave her another kiss to which she allowed herself to get
completely lost in. Five minutes went by and the two finally pulled apart.
"We should probably get up to the dock and keep scrubbing."
"What's the use? You're always going to be better than me."
Bulma chuckled at that comment, then rubbed noses with her pirate love.
"Well, I'm always going to be better than you period, but you wouldn't be so weak if you
weren't so lazy when it comes to scrubbing."
"Why you..."
Zenith ran after a giggling Bulma all the way to the stairs, before realizing that they were
completely naked. The two whispered a collective "Fuck!" and raced as fast as they could to
their quarters. Once dressed, the two set to work as soon as they reached the deck. Zenith,
however, had to resort to wearing his shirt like a deformed kilt because of his torn pants, earning him some puzzled looks
from some of the crew.
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Two years later, Bulma and Zenith were closer than ever, and still scrubbing. Bulma still had
never been allowed above deck during battles, and was much stronger than before. Over the last
while, she had begun to get antsy whenever she heard the sounds of cannons fired and swords
clashing. The longing to be there was starting to eat away at her, and she constantly had to
remind herself that it was most likely better to stay where she was, safe. Well, as safe as you
could possibly be on a pirate ship.
It seemed like an ordinary day, the clouds were white and puffy, the sea had light waves, just
enough to keep the water from looking like liquid glass. Bulma and Zenith were eating some
celery sticks and some mystery meat for lunch, when in the distance they saw a ship. It had an
blue flag with a snake in the centre.
"Zenith? What crew is that?"
"I have no idea. Get below deck."
"I'm sick and tired of being below deck! I want to fight!"
"Are you crazy? You'll get yourself killed out there!"
"I'm stronger than you, dammit! I'm fifteen and I'm not a little girl anymore."
"Look, I don't want you to get hurt. Besides, it's the captain's orders. You don't even have a
weapon."
"Fine."
Bulma stomped below deck, scowling and muttering curses as she went. She was quite unhappy
with the situation, countless barges had gone by and she hadn't been able to participate in any of
the battles or raids. However, remembering that Mort had died, leaving Gort rather sullen, she
wasn't insanely keen on jumping into a fight without proper preparation.
*Ooh! Everything makes me so mad these days. They treat me like a fucking child. I hate it.
The captain, the crew, hell, even ZENITH isn't on my side. Hell, the only one who'd support
me, sad to say, is Noji. Maybe I could arrange it so he could get me on deck...*
Bulma paced back and forth in one of the hallways, desperately trying to ignore the rush of
footsteps to the deck, forcing herself not to think of how glorious it would be to FINALLY test
her strength. The bowels of the Griffin cleared, and Bulma found herself below deck once more,
spitting out angry streams of profanities everywhere she walked. She searched everywhere
below deck for Noji, but found him nowhere. She presumed he was already on deck, and that
infuriated her even more.
"Damn this fucked up rig to hell and back! I want to go fight, kamidammit! Shit, why can't a
do anything???!!"
Of course, there was no one around to hear Bulma's tirade, not that anyone would have paid a
ton of attention to it. Swearing was quite a common habit among the crew members, and it
would seem that Bulma was definitely not the exception. She went on for a good few hours or
so, the cannon sounds and battle cries making her rather anxious, curious and mad as hell at the
same time. Her frustration soon got the better of her though.
*To hell with it. I'm going, I'm fighting, and if Ibbo doesn't like it, he can kiss my ass.*
Bulma took off as fast as she could towards the nearest set of stairs, and raced onto the deck of
the Griffin...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ooh man! What happens next? Will Bulma get a taste of what full-scale battle is without
having major damage to herself? Who is the mysterious crew that the Griffin is attacking? All
this and more next chapter! Please let me know what you think, it would mean ever so much to
me. Bye!
I don't believe I recieved ANY reviews for last chapter, but that's OK because I'm going to keep posting chapters for a LONG time, so I'm hoping I'll get a few more. I do have a good number for this story anyhow.
I don't own dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, the ruddy haired pirate awoke to find himself nude, with Bulma entangled in
him. He decided to enjoy the rare moment while it lasted, stroking her arm while she slept.
Normally she was up so much earlier than he was, practising her form or shadow sparring.
Zenith smiled as his love snuggled up even closer than she already was.
*I would do anything for her...absolutely anything. She's like an angel from heaven...*
A large yawn jolted Zenith from his thoughts, and he was suddenly backhanded by Bulma. His
face turned almost red as he fell back, and it was then that he felt the slight pain of the bruises he
had acquired the night before.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
Bulma scurried over and cradled her lover in her arms. She wore a worried expression on her
face, and touched Zenith's face with pure tenderness.
"I was waking up and I flailed my arms a bit...I'm really sorry."
"It's nothing."
"Kami! Look at those bruises! Are those...from me?"
Zenith silenced Bulma with a sweet kiss that made her all but melt. After it was broken, Bulma
still looked concerned, but Zenith made sure she wouldn't worry so much.
"It's just like a love bite...only it's a bruise."
"Don't you dare bite me."
Zenith grinned and half chased Bulma around their quarters, who was only half running herself.
Bulma gave Zenith the upper hand and let him pin her to the ground, giving girly squeals as he
nipped at her neck. She eventually wriggled free, then stood up, pulling her love with her. She
gave him a fierce hug, filled with all the love she could muster.
"...my...ribs..."
"Ack! Sorry, I really don't know my own strength."
All Zenith could do was look at her in pure adoration, and Bulma blushed under his scrutiny. He
tilted her chin up towards him, and gave her another kiss to which she allowed herself to get
completely lost in. Five minutes went by and the two finally pulled apart.
"We should probably get up to the dock and keep scrubbing."
"What's the use? You're always going to be better than me."
Bulma chuckled at that comment, then rubbed noses with her pirate love.
"Well, I'm always going to be better than you period, but you wouldn't be so weak if you
weren't so lazy when it comes to scrubbing."
"Why you..."
Zenith ran after a giggling Bulma all the way to the stairs, before realizing that they were
completely naked. The two whispered a collective "Fuck!" and raced as fast as they could to
their quarters. Once dressed, the two set to work as soon as they reached the deck. Zenith,
however, had to resort to wearing his shirt like a deformed kilt because of his torn pants, earning him some puzzled looks
from some of the crew.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two years later, Bulma and Zenith were closer than ever, and still scrubbing. Bulma still had
never been allowed above deck during battles, and was much stronger than before. Over the last
while, she had begun to get antsy whenever she heard the sounds of cannons fired and swords
clashing. The longing to be there was starting to eat away at her, and she constantly had to
remind herself that it was most likely better to stay where she was, safe. Well, as safe as you
could possibly be on a pirate ship.
It seemed like an ordinary day, the clouds were white and puffy, the sea had light waves, just
enough to keep the water from looking like liquid glass. Bulma and Zenith were eating some
celery sticks and some mystery meat for lunch, when in the distance they saw a ship. It had an
blue flag with a snake in the centre.
"Zenith? What crew is that?"
"I have no idea. Get below deck."
"I'm sick and tired of being below deck! I want to fight!"
"Are you crazy? You'll get yourself killed out there!"
"I'm stronger than you, dammit! I'm fifteen and I'm not a little girl anymore."
"Look, I don't want you to get hurt. Besides, it's the captain's orders. You don't even have a
weapon."
"Fine."
Bulma stomped below deck, scowling and muttering curses as she went. She was quite unhappy
with the situation, countless barges had gone by and she hadn't been able to participate in any of
the battles or raids. However, remembering that Mort had died, leaving Gort rather sullen, she
wasn't insanely keen on jumping into a fight without proper preparation.
*Ooh! Everything makes me so mad these days. They treat me like a fucking child. I hate it.
The captain, the crew, hell, even ZENITH isn't on my side. Hell, the only one who'd support
me, sad to say, is Noji. Maybe I could arrange it so he could get me on deck...*
Bulma paced back and forth in one of the hallways, desperately trying to ignore the rush of
footsteps to the deck, forcing herself not to think of how glorious it would be to FINALLY test
her strength. The bowels of the Griffin cleared, and Bulma found herself below deck once more,
spitting out angry streams of profanities everywhere she walked. She searched everywhere
below deck for Noji, but found him nowhere. She presumed he was already on deck, and that
infuriated her even more.
"Damn this fucked up rig to hell and back! I want to go fight, kamidammit! Shit, why can't a
do anything???!!"
Of course, there was no one around to hear Bulma's tirade, not that anyone would have paid a
ton of attention to it. Swearing was quite a common habit among the crew members, and it
would seem that Bulma was definitely not the exception. She went on for a good few hours or
so, the cannon sounds and battle cries making her rather anxious, curious and mad as hell at the
same time. Her frustration soon got the better of her though.
*To hell with it. I'm going, I'm fighting, and if Ibbo doesn't like it, he can kiss my ass.*
Bulma took off as fast as she could towards the nearest set of stairs, and raced onto the deck of
the Griffin...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ooh man! What happens next? Will Bulma get a taste of what full-scale battle is without
having major damage to herself? Who is the mysterious crew that the Griffin is attacking? All
this and more next chapter! Please let me know what you think, it would mean ever so much to
me. Bye!