A/N: Thank you ever so much to those who have been reviewing my story, you're awesome. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have the other ones, or even more, perchance. This probably isn't going to be the most exciting one so far, but then again, I do write as ideas flow
into my mind...
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
Warning: Some gore at the end.
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As Bulma continued her workout, Noji noticed that she was going for longer stints each day. It was almost at the point now where Bulma would only stop to eat meals and sleep. Even then, sleep was only six hours, lessening by each day, it seemed.
The lavender dress fluttered in the breeze, and Noji was treated to a quick view of her perfectly sculpted thighs. Bulma herself was tempted to throw a small ki orb his way, but decided against it. It wasn't as if the rest of the crew wasn't looking. Bulma sighed to herself and continued to go about her training.
*Stupid perverts...well, you can't really blame them, I'm the only woman on this rig, and it seems that I look DAMN fine. None of them are gay, they all know I'll kill them if they screw up badly, so I suppose I can put up with being eye candy...for now.*
So, as it happened, Bulma continued to train, and after two months, she had narrowed herself down to three hours of sleep a day. Granted, with her rigorous training schedule she had set for herself, she had to eat more to sustain herself. It was after these two months of training that Bulma saw something in the distance.
*Is it a ship? I've been only training for two months, that's all. I want another battle. This is all I really live for now, this is what excites me. It's sickening, really, how I'm getting off on killing
people, but hell, in a world where everyone's screwed in the end, what does it matter? Without him, I...*
Bulma stopped her train of thought only to lock away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Closing them, she could almost see his kind face, feel his touch, so tender and loving. Her ears began to deceive her, and she was sure she could hear his voice...
"Bulma."
The blue-haired woman turned around, expecting to see Zenith there, only to find out that it was their newest recruit, a boy of 16 named Harlein.
"What is it?" she snapped, causing the young pirate to quiver with anxiety.
"The Captain asked me t-to tell y-you about the b-battle that's coming up."
"Tell Noji that I already know about it, and try not to show the fear you're oozing right about now. If those on that ship over there see you like that, you're dead meat. What kind of a ship is it? I'm guessing it's not a convoy or there wouldn't be much of a battle."
"N-no, it's not a c-convoy."
"Stop stuttering and tell me what kind of ship it is!" yelled Bulma, impatient beyond belief. Harlein's face became visibly pale as he continued, trying his best not to stutter.
"It's a pirate ship, the Suzanna-Iris."
"Ah yes, I've heard of them. I'm sorry about before, I-I'm not usually like that..."
Bulma sped away from the puzzled Harlein and rushed into her room. Throwing herself onto the cot, she sobbed violently, shedding tears that she had held in for over a year. She picked up Zenith's green plaid shirt, she had saved that piece of clothing from that horrid massacre over two and a half years ago. Clutching it like a small child, she sat there and buried her face in the small comfort it provided.
*What's happening to me? Am I going insane? I can hear his voice, I can see his face, but he's not there... *
The sounds of battle roared overhead, and at first, Bulma resisted entirely. What was the use? True, fighting did excite the young woman, but if she was losing her mind, would continuing be
a good thing to do? Could Bulma even pull herself out of the grief that overwhelmed her? Eventually, her ever present curiosity got the better of her and she rushed on deck.
The entire crew was almost slain; dead bodies piled in heaps once again. This was not looking even remotely positive, usually it was the OTHER crew that was suffering these losses. The Griffin had developed quite the reputation for being the strongest ship to sail the waters, save the saiyajin crew.
More famous, however, was Bulma herself. Tao Pai Pai's tale at the bar had caused quite the uproar all across the nation and far beyond. The savage siren was a sign that your death was near, that there was no hope after seeing such beauty.
The rumours that circulated were a myriad of different types, some said she was immortal, descended from the Gods themselves. Some went as far to say she was Kami's daughter, sent to punish those whose morals did not reflect his ideal world.
Others thought she was a demon, straight from hell, sent to beguile all mankind and take pleasure in their imminent deaths. Still, some people thought she didn't even exist, that it was impossible for a woman to be that strong. Any pirates with THAT mentality quickly vanished off the face of the world.
Looking to her left, Bulma saw Ylecic engaged in a deadly combat with the captain of the opposing ship.
*Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous Captain Yamucha. It's said he's had more mistresses than any royal has a fortune. I have no idea why, he's not THAT good looking...but the scar on his cheek DOES add some intrigue to him. I wonder if he named the Suzanna-Iris after two of his one night stands? He certainly looks like that type of guy...*
Yamucha made a dash to the left, followed by Ylecic. Their swords clashed so violently that sparks began to fly. Bulma made a glance around the ship, and saw that the only other person alive from her crew was Noji. Everyone else was dead, gone forever, not that it mattered, not to her anyways. Even Noji wasn't there very long.
He got caught off guard, the opposing sword was wrenched right in his gut. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he reached out to Bulma, desperately hoping for some assistance. The savage siren merely stood there and watched as his soul escaped his mortal frame.
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Well, that's all for now! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think and have a great day!
into my mind...
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
Warning: Some gore at the end.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As Bulma continued her workout, Noji noticed that she was going for longer stints each day. It was almost at the point now where Bulma would only stop to eat meals and sleep. Even then, sleep was only six hours, lessening by each day, it seemed.
The lavender dress fluttered in the breeze, and Noji was treated to a quick view of her perfectly sculpted thighs. Bulma herself was tempted to throw a small ki orb his way, but decided against it. It wasn't as if the rest of the crew wasn't looking. Bulma sighed to herself and continued to go about her training.
*Stupid perverts...well, you can't really blame them, I'm the only woman on this rig, and it seems that I look DAMN fine. None of them are gay, they all know I'll kill them if they screw up badly, so I suppose I can put up with being eye candy...for now.*
So, as it happened, Bulma continued to train, and after two months, she had narrowed herself down to three hours of sleep a day. Granted, with her rigorous training schedule she had set for herself, she had to eat more to sustain herself. It was after these two months of training that Bulma saw something in the distance.
*Is it a ship? I've been only training for two months, that's all. I want another battle. This is all I really live for now, this is what excites me. It's sickening, really, how I'm getting off on killing
people, but hell, in a world where everyone's screwed in the end, what does it matter? Without him, I...*
Bulma stopped her train of thought only to lock away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Closing them, she could almost see his kind face, feel his touch, so tender and loving. Her ears began to deceive her, and she was sure she could hear his voice...
"Bulma."
The blue-haired woman turned around, expecting to see Zenith there, only to find out that it was their newest recruit, a boy of 16 named Harlein.
"What is it?" she snapped, causing the young pirate to quiver with anxiety.
"The Captain asked me t-to tell y-you about the b-battle that's coming up."
"Tell Noji that I already know about it, and try not to show the fear you're oozing right about now. If those on that ship over there see you like that, you're dead meat. What kind of a ship is it? I'm guessing it's not a convoy or there wouldn't be much of a battle."
"N-no, it's not a c-convoy."
"Stop stuttering and tell me what kind of ship it is!" yelled Bulma, impatient beyond belief. Harlein's face became visibly pale as he continued, trying his best not to stutter.
"It's a pirate ship, the Suzanna-Iris."
"Ah yes, I've heard of them. I'm sorry about before, I-I'm not usually like that..."
Bulma sped away from the puzzled Harlein and rushed into her room. Throwing herself onto the cot, she sobbed violently, shedding tears that she had held in for over a year. She picked up Zenith's green plaid shirt, she had saved that piece of clothing from that horrid massacre over two and a half years ago. Clutching it like a small child, she sat there and buried her face in the small comfort it provided.
*What's happening to me? Am I going insane? I can hear his voice, I can see his face, but he's not there... *
The sounds of battle roared overhead, and at first, Bulma resisted entirely. What was the use? True, fighting did excite the young woman, but if she was losing her mind, would continuing be
a good thing to do? Could Bulma even pull herself out of the grief that overwhelmed her? Eventually, her ever present curiosity got the better of her and she rushed on deck.
The entire crew was almost slain; dead bodies piled in heaps once again. This was not looking even remotely positive, usually it was the OTHER crew that was suffering these losses. The Griffin had developed quite the reputation for being the strongest ship to sail the waters, save the saiyajin crew.
More famous, however, was Bulma herself. Tao Pai Pai's tale at the bar had caused quite the uproar all across the nation and far beyond. The savage siren was a sign that your death was near, that there was no hope after seeing such beauty.
The rumours that circulated were a myriad of different types, some said she was immortal, descended from the Gods themselves. Some went as far to say she was Kami's daughter, sent to punish those whose morals did not reflect his ideal world.
Others thought she was a demon, straight from hell, sent to beguile all mankind and take pleasure in their imminent deaths. Still, some people thought she didn't even exist, that it was impossible for a woman to be that strong. Any pirates with THAT mentality quickly vanished off the face of the world.
Looking to her left, Bulma saw Ylecic engaged in a deadly combat with the captain of the opposing ship.
*Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous Captain Yamucha. It's said he's had more mistresses than any royal has a fortune. I have no idea why, he's not THAT good looking...but the scar on his cheek DOES add some intrigue to him. I wonder if he named the Suzanna-Iris after two of his one night stands? He certainly looks like that type of guy...*
Yamucha made a dash to the left, followed by Ylecic. Their swords clashed so violently that sparks began to fly. Bulma made a glance around the ship, and saw that the only other person alive from her crew was Noji. Everyone else was dead, gone forever, not that it mattered, not to her anyways. Even Noji wasn't there very long.
He got caught off guard, the opposing sword was wrenched right in his gut. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he reached out to Bulma, desperately hoping for some assistance. The savage siren merely stood there and watched as his soul escaped his mortal frame.
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Well, that's all for now! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think and have a great day!