A/N: Here's the next chapter, hope you all like it! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed,
you guys are the best.
I don't own Dragonballz
WARNINGS: MAJOR GORE, angst, and otherwise disturbing material.
Bulma looked around, having to cover her ears each time a cannon was fired. It sounded so
much louder on deck. Things weren't looking positive, members of the other ship were already
sword fighting with the crew of the Griffin. Bulma could see bloody corpses lying there, some
still twitching. She had to restrain herself from vomiting, and forced herself not to feel for any
of the dead. She could still hear Noji's voice echoing in her mind...
"You wouldn't appreciate the mentality of battle..."
Bulma shook his words away and slunk around the ship, not wanting to be seen just yet. She
heard a shout, and turned to her right to see Noji slicing an enemy pirate's leg off. The man
didn't even have time to scream, as Noji stabbed him again, right between his eyes. Noji
removed his sword and his past enemy collapsed, crimson fluid gushing out of his head and
severed limb.
Noji turned around and noticed Bulma crouching behind some barrels. He gave a smirk to the
teen, who in turn gave him one back.
*So, the girl snuck up to watch the action. I wonder about her...did she ENJOY seeing that?
That girl is so damn unpredictable...I probably shouldn't assume anything.*
Noji stopped thinking of Bulma and went off to defend another part of the ship. Bulma,
however, stayed exactly where she was, fascinated by the swordsmanship displayed by Ylecic
and a pirate from the opposite ship. Bulma was astonished at how good Ylecic was, she had
assumed he was only a good navigator.
*Well, that proves my theory about HIM wrong.*
Bulma's eyes went wide as saucers when Ylecic's shirt got torn off, his opponent's sword inches
away from his chest. The two pirates went on for what seemed an eternity, and then, a pained
scream tore through the air like a knife through butter.
*That sounded like...no, it can't be! It can't be him! Oh Kami, let it be someone else than who I
think!*
Bulma raced over to where she heard the horrid sound, fearing the worst for Zenith. Upon
arrival, she gave a shrill scream and rushed over to her love. The once lively pirate was slumped
over a railing, a crude spear piercing through his back. He was barely clinging onto life, and had
but a few minutes left. Bulma turned him over and tears fell from her face like a waterfall.
"Zenith..."
The ruddy haired man silenced Bulma by putting a finger over her lips. She sobbed and held his
hand so tightly that it looked as if it would break. Zenith opened his mouth to speak, but no
sound came out. His eyes glazed over and became murky, no longer full of vitality as they once
had been. It was that exact moment that Zenith's soul was released from his body, never to
return.
Bulma grasped onto him, calling his name over and over, refusing to believe he was actually
gone. Her tears mixed with his blood, and she laid her head on his shoulder, sobbing all the
while. By this time, she had attracted a number of those previously fighting. They had stopped
to watch the distraught young woman, who at this point was talking to the now dead Zenith.
"No...why? Why did it have to be you, dammit? Why does life give me something, finally, only
to take it away? You said you'd never leave me..."
Bulma broke into even more tears, and shook his body, hoping somehow to revive him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Bulma collapsed onto her love's corpse, holding it like it was gold. Zenith's bloody shirt was
soaked with her tears, and she ran her fingers through his hair, remembering everything they had
been through together, crying all the while.
"I'll always love you...always. You only. No one else. Never ever."
Bulma continued to let the saline water fall from her eyes, oblivious to the crowd gathered
around her. Zenith's killer watched the whole thing with an amused expression, he lived on this
kind of tragedy. It built him up, gave him energy for what he did.
Suddenly, as quickly as she had started to wail, Bulma stopped, becoming completely silent.
Her heart, once full of sadness, was flooded by a dangerous rage that threatened to break loose.
She then spoke calmly, with an edge of anger present in her voice.
"Who. Killed. Him?"
Bulma turned to face the crowd, her pupils livid with hatred. She glared at each person there,
ignoring the fighting done on the other part of the ship. No one spoke, not knowing who his
killer was, not wanting to be blamed. The murderer himself was convinced she was merely a
whore and was nothing more than to be laughed it. That opinion quickly changed when Bulma
exploded with impatience and utter rage, a black aura of power surrounding, crackling with
strength.
"ANSWER ME!!"
The pirate responsible for Zenith's death was now quaking in fear on the inside, but not showing
it. Everyone else was quite happy to shake with terror. The killer managed to pull of a shaky
sneer, stepped forward and spoke.
"I did. And there's nothing you can do for him now. He was too stupid to last long. He must
have spent too much time with you, little slut."
Bulma glared violently at her boyfriend's murderer, not because of the terminology used to
describe herself, but the way he talked about Zenith made her madder than hell.
"You know something? You're absolutely right."
The power charged young woman turned around, and flawlessly pulled the spear out of Zenith's
body.
"There's nothing I can do for him now."
Bulma, with an incredible speed not detected by anyone else, skewered her love's killer. She
exuded an unimaginable aura of grace and anger, and all the crowd managed to see was the
helpless pirate pinned to a wall by his neck, already finished. Bulma's accuracy was dead on,
and the spear had gone straight through the jugular vein. The end result was a bloody mess on
the wood, permanently staining it red.
"Of course, you forgot that I can always kill you for revenge..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yes siree...that's not the average Bulma. I warned you of the gore, and I hope you guys liked this chapter, well, at least that it was written well, I don't know how many of you like gore. Let me know what you think, please and have a good day/week/month/year/life!
you guys are the best.
I don't own Dragonballz
WARNINGS: MAJOR GORE, angst, and otherwise disturbing material.
Bulma looked around, having to cover her ears each time a cannon was fired. It sounded so
much louder on deck. Things weren't looking positive, members of the other ship were already
sword fighting with the crew of the Griffin. Bulma could see bloody corpses lying there, some
still twitching. She had to restrain herself from vomiting, and forced herself not to feel for any
of the dead. She could still hear Noji's voice echoing in her mind...
"You wouldn't appreciate the mentality of battle..."
Bulma shook his words away and slunk around the ship, not wanting to be seen just yet. She
heard a shout, and turned to her right to see Noji slicing an enemy pirate's leg off. The man
didn't even have time to scream, as Noji stabbed him again, right between his eyes. Noji
removed his sword and his past enemy collapsed, crimson fluid gushing out of his head and
severed limb.
Noji turned around and noticed Bulma crouching behind some barrels. He gave a smirk to the
teen, who in turn gave him one back.
*So, the girl snuck up to watch the action. I wonder about her...did she ENJOY seeing that?
That girl is so damn unpredictable...I probably shouldn't assume anything.*
Noji stopped thinking of Bulma and went off to defend another part of the ship. Bulma,
however, stayed exactly where she was, fascinated by the swordsmanship displayed by Ylecic
and a pirate from the opposite ship. Bulma was astonished at how good Ylecic was, she had
assumed he was only a good navigator.
*Well, that proves my theory about HIM wrong.*
Bulma's eyes went wide as saucers when Ylecic's shirt got torn off, his opponent's sword inches
away from his chest. The two pirates went on for what seemed an eternity, and then, a pained
scream tore through the air like a knife through butter.
*That sounded like...no, it can't be! It can't be him! Oh Kami, let it be someone else than who I
think!*
Bulma raced over to where she heard the horrid sound, fearing the worst for Zenith. Upon
arrival, she gave a shrill scream and rushed over to her love. The once lively pirate was slumped
over a railing, a crude spear piercing through his back. He was barely clinging onto life, and had
but a few minutes left. Bulma turned him over and tears fell from her face like a waterfall.
"Zenith..."
The ruddy haired man silenced Bulma by putting a finger over her lips. She sobbed and held his
hand so tightly that it looked as if it would break. Zenith opened his mouth to speak, but no
sound came out. His eyes glazed over and became murky, no longer full of vitality as they once
had been. It was that exact moment that Zenith's soul was released from his body, never to
return.
Bulma grasped onto him, calling his name over and over, refusing to believe he was actually
gone. Her tears mixed with his blood, and she laid her head on his shoulder, sobbing all the
while. By this time, she had attracted a number of those previously fighting. They had stopped
to watch the distraught young woman, who at this point was talking to the now dead Zenith.
"No...why? Why did it have to be you, dammit? Why does life give me something, finally, only
to take it away? You said you'd never leave me..."
Bulma broke into even more tears, and shook his body, hoping somehow to revive him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Bulma collapsed onto her love's corpse, holding it like it was gold. Zenith's bloody shirt was
soaked with her tears, and she ran her fingers through his hair, remembering everything they had
been through together, crying all the while.
"I'll always love you...always. You only. No one else. Never ever."
Bulma continued to let the saline water fall from her eyes, oblivious to the crowd gathered
around her. Zenith's killer watched the whole thing with an amused expression, he lived on this
kind of tragedy. It built him up, gave him energy for what he did.
Suddenly, as quickly as she had started to wail, Bulma stopped, becoming completely silent.
Her heart, once full of sadness, was flooded by a dangerous rage that threatened to break loose.
She then spoke calmly, with an edge of anger present in her voice.
"Who. Killed. Him?"
Bulma turned to face the crowd, her pupils livid with hatred. She glared at each person there,
ignoring the fighting done on the other part of the ship. No one spoke, not knowing who his
killer was, not wanting to be blamed. The murderer himself was convinced she was merely a
whore and was nothing more than to be laughed it. That opinion quickly changed when Bulma
exploded with impatience and utter rage, a black aura of power surrounding, crackling with
strength.
"ANSWER ME!!"
The pirate responsible for Zenith's death was now quaking in fear on the inside, but not showing
it. Everyone else was quite happy to shake with terror. The killer managed to pull of a shaky
sneer, stepped forward and spoke.
"I did. And there's nothing you can do for him now. He was too stupid to last long. He must
have spent too much time with you, little slut."
Bulma glared violently at her boyfriend's murderer, not because of the terminology used to
describe herself, but the way he talked about Zenith made her madder than hell.
"You know something? You're absolutely right."
The power charged young woman turned around, and flawlessly pulled the spear out of Zenith's
body.
"There's nothing I can do for him now."
Bulma, with an incredible speed not detected by anyone else, skewered her love's killer. She
exuded an unimaginable aura of grace and anger, and all the crowd managed to see was the
helpless pirate pinned to a wall by his neck, already finished. Bulma's accuracy was dead on,
and the spear had gone straight through the jugular vein. The end result was a bloody mess on
the wood, permanently staining it red.
"Of course, you forgot that I can always kill you for revenge..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yes siree...that's not the average Bulma. I warned you of the gore, and I hope you guys liked this chapter, well, at least that it was written well, I don't know how many of you like gore. Let me know what you think, please and have a good day/week/month/year/life!