A/N: Here it is, the part that 99.8 percent of the readers on this site skip....
THE AUTHOR'S NOTES!!!
Anyhow, I just wanted to say thanks to those who reviewed, and to those who didn't...*gives a
pathetic looking death glare at people who decided not to review for one reason or another.
They fall down laughing and the author cries.* I hope you're not TOO disturbed by those last
two chapters. On with the story!
I don't own Dragonballz.
Bulma swung her body around so that she was facing the motley looking crew. They all seemed
to be quite tired, whereas she herself was still on a high from completing the kameyameya. She
studied each shipmate individually, with a single thought in mind...
*Who's suitable enough to lead us?*
Bulma started to walk past them, pausing to bring up all the information she knew on them. Her
brow furrowed in concentration, and the blue-haired young woman's midnight blue aura finally
disappeared.
*Hmm, let's see...not Gort, he's almost suicidal because of Mort dying, that won't do at all.
Who else? There's Ylecic...but he's got his hands full with navigating AND he's the lookout as
well. Giving him the job would be stupid of me. Rufus...I don't know him well enough. He
seems all right, but I don't trust him. Same with Crock and Mitch. I barely know the names of
almost all the rest, no way I'm sticking them in charge.
I don't want to be leader, that's not my thing. I just want to train, fight, and maybe mourn a
while. That leaves Noji...good Kami, am I actually going to let HIM run the ship? He's got
experience, and wisdom, and a good deal of strength, but not enough to beat me. No one would
defy him because they know he'd slit their throats...he's the perfect choice, though I hate to
admit it.*
Bulma's walking ceased as she came upon Noji, who tried to stare her cooly in the eyes, but his
cat-like yellow orbs were gleaming with excitement. He knew what she was doing, he knew
exactly what she was planning, and he was pretty damn sure that he would finally get his chance
at being Captain.
"Noji."
"Yes, girl?"
"Don't piss me off Noji, I'm not in the mood. Call me Bulma, unless of course you'd like to be
impaled with one of the swords still left on the deck." she snapped. Noji shut his mouth quickly,
not wanting to die just yet, and let Bulma continue.
"As of now, you are the Captain of this ship. You set the course, you plan the battles, you give
the tasks. Screw up and I'll kill you. Clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. I'm going to train down in my cabin. I'll leave you to give everyone duties."
Bulma exited the deck, hoping she had made the right decision in who was to be captain. One
thing was for certain: she was not going to scrub a deck EVER again. Not so much because of
the work involved, but because of the painful memories it would bring up.
Bulma walked into her room and fiercely started to train, savagely forcing any thought of her
deceased boyfriend out of her mind. The midnight aura became dimly present once again, and
Bulma was tempted to rip the floorboards out to conquer the grief that was constantly trying to
invade its way into her mind.
After shadow sparring and perfecting one of her best katas, Bulma remembered the promise she
had given her love.
*The dress...I almost forgot about it!*
Bulma opened the door she had carved out of the wall some years ago. Inside the blasted out
wall was the lavender dress, shimmering in all its glory. Bulma fought back her tears as she
gingerly took out the garment, sliding her fingers over the satiny material. She discarded her
outer clothing and stepped into the dress.
*It fits perfectly...I'll wear it forever, as long as I live. No matter how ragged it gets, I'll always
wear it. For you, for always.*
Eventually, Bulma's emotions got the best of her and she broke into a fit of tears. Crawling onto
the severely worn mat, she laid down and curled herself into a ball, soaking the mat as she cried
her eyes out. The loss of her love, the killings she executed, the discovery of her true potential,
and the entire battle itself was overwhelming, and Bulma soon fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tao Pai Pai was sitting at a bar, the wench had just served him his drink. He sat in a circle with
a dozen or so pirates, who were eagerly listening to his tale.
"...she was so beautiful, and at first glance she seemed so innocent. Not so, the power from her
was like that of an experienced mage gone mad. I guess the best way to compare her would be
to a siren. Lovely, yet deadly...yet even that is not enough. Her movements were so fast, the look in
her eyes so calculating...and at the same time there was an overall feeling you got from her, that one
wrong move and you would lose a limb. Savage, very savage and yet insanely intelligent
somehow. A savage siren, yes, that's how I'd describe her. Our entire ship went up in smoke
because of her, I was the only survivor."
The other pirates were wide-eyed as Tao Pai Pai went into detail about the aura surrounding this
mystery girl. This story went long into the night, and travelled with those sitting in that circle,
back to their ships, and years later a much further distance than anyone would have ever
imagined. Bulma was now said to be the mysterious, beautiful, yet extremely deadly, savage
siren.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma was halfway through her seventeenth year of living, and her lavender dress was now so
tattered that it barely covered her to her knees. Her blue hair had grown down to her thighs, and
everything about her was ultimately stronger. Her attitude, her physical body, her mind, her ki,
all of them had improved greatly.
Today, she was shadow sparring on the deck of the Griffin, a common occurrence these days.
Surprisingly, the dress was quite flexible, and didn't hinder the young woman at all. Her brow
was furrowed in concentration, her sweat formed in beads upon her skin. Noji was watching her
with keen interest, it had become one of his hobbies. Bulma was fully aware of it, and honestly
didn't care very much. Noji knew that if he tried anything, his head would be thrown overboard,
and he didn't particularly desire that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, that's that! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think, and have a great day!
THE AUTHOR'S NOTES!!!
Anyhow, I just wanted to say thanks to those who reviewed, and to those who didn't...*gives a
pathetic looking death glare at people who decided not to review for one reason or another.
They fall down laughing and the author cries.* I hope you're not TOO disturbed by those last
two chapters. On with the story!
I don't own Dragonballz.
Bulma swung her body around so that she was facing the motley looking crew. They all seemed
to be quite tired, whereas she herself was still on a high from completing the kameyameya. She
studied each shipmate individually, with a single thought in mind...
*Who's suitable enough to lead us?*
Bulma started to walk past them, pausing to bring up all the information she knew on them. Her
brow furrowed in concentration, and the blue-haired young woman's midnight blue aura finally
disappeared.
*Hmm, let's see...not Gort, he's almost suicidal because of Mort dying, that won't do at all.
Who else? There's Ylecic...but he's got his hands full with navigating AND he's the lookout as
well. Giving him the job would be stupid of me. Rufus...I don't know him well enough. He
seems all right, but I don't trust him. Same with Crock and Mitch. I barely know the names of
almost all the rest, no way I'm sticking them in charge.
I don't want to be leader, that's not my thing. I just want to train, fight, and maybe mourn a
while. That leaves Noji...good Kami, am I actually going to let HIM run the ship? He's got
experience, and wisdom, and a good deal of strength, but not enough to beat me. No one would
defy him because they know he'd slit their throats...he's the perfect choice, though I hate to
admit it.*
Bulma's walking ceased as she came upon Noji, who tried to stare her cooly in the eyes, but his
cat-like yellow orbs were gleaming with excitement. He knew what she was doing, he knew
exactly what she was planning, and he was pretty damn sure that he would finally get his chance
at being Captain.
"Noji."
"Yes, girl?"
"Don't piss me off Noji, I'm not in the mood. Call me Bulma, unless of course you'd like to be
impaled with one of the swords still left on the deck." she snapped. Noji shut his mouth quickly,
not wanting to die just yet, and let Bulma continue.
"As of now, you are the Captain of this ship. You set the course, you plan the battles, you give
the tasks. Screw up and I'll kill you. Clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. I'm going to train down in my cabin. I'll leave you to give everyone duties."
Bulma exited the deck, hoping she had made the right decision in who was to be captain. One
thing was for certain: she was not going to scrub a deck EVER again. Not so much because of
the work involved, but because of the painful memories it would bring up.
Bulma walked into her room and fiercely started to train, savagely forcing any thought of her
deceased boyfriend out of her mind. The midnight aura became dimly present once again, and
Bulma was tempted to rip the floorboards out to conquer the grief that was constantly trying to
invade its way into her mind.
After shadow sparring and perfecting one of her best katas, Bulma remembered the promise she
had given her love.
*The dress...I almost forgot about it!*
Bulma opened the door she had carved out of the wall some years ago. Inside the blasted out
wall was the lavender dress, shimmering in all its glory. Bulma fought back her tears as she
gingerly took out the garment, sliding her fingers over the satiny material. She discarded her
outer clothing and stepped into the dress.
*It fits perfectly...I'll wear it forever, as long as I live. No matter how ragged it gets, I'll always
wear it. For you, for always.*
Eventually, Bulma's emotions got the best of her and she broke into a fit of tears. Crawling onto
the severely worn mat, she laid down and curled herself into a ball, soaking the mat as she cried
her eyes out. The loss of her love, the killings she executed, the discovery of her true potential,
and the entire battle itself was overwhelming, and Bulma soon fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tao Pai Pai was sitting at a bar, the wench had just served him his drink. He sat in a circle with
a dozen or so pirates, who were eagerly listening to his tale.
"...she was so beautiful, and at first glance she seemed so innocent. Not so, the power from her
was like that of an experienced mage gone mad. I guess the best way to compare her would be
to a siren. Lovely, yet deadly...yet even that is not enough. Her movements were so fast, the look in
her eyes so calculating...and at the same time there was an overall feeling you got from her, that one
wrong move and you would lose a limb. Savage, very savage and yet insanely intelligent
somehow. A savage siren, yes, that's how I'd describe her. Our entire ship went up in smoke
because of her, I was the only survivor."
The other pirates were wide-eyed as Tao Pai Pai went into detail about the aura surrounding this
mystery girl. This story went long into the night, and travelled with those sitting in that circle,
back to their ships, and years later a much further distance than anyone would have ever
imagined. Bulma was now said to be the mysterious, beautiful, yet extremely deadly, savage
siren.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma was halfway through her seventeenth year of living, and her lavender dress was now so
tattered that it barely covered her to her knees. Her blue hair had grown down to her thighs, and
everything about her was ultimately stronger. Her attitude, her physical body, her mind, her ki,
all of them had improved greatly.
Today, she was shadow sparring on the deck of the Griffin, a common occurrence these days.
Surprisingly, the dress was quite flexible, and didn't hinder the young woman at all. Her brow
was furrowed in concentration, her sweat formed in beads upon her skin. Noji was watching her
with keen interest, it had become one of his hobbies. Bulma was fully aware of it, and honestly
didn't care very much. Noji knew that if he tried anything, his head would be thrown overboard,
and he didn't particularly desire that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, that's that! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think, and have a great day!