A/N: Hey again! I hope you liked that last chapter, thanks for all your comments, I really appreciate it. Well, without further ado, here's the next chapter!
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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After Noji's lifeless body fell on the Griffin's deck with a thud, his killer removed his sword and went after Ylecic, who was still battling it out with Captain Yamucha.
"CEASE, ALL OF YOU!!"
The three men whipped their heads around and immediately dropped their swords after seeing just who called out. Bulma walked closer to them, her face set in a frown and her dress rippling in the wind.
"Captain Yamucha, I presume?"
"Indeed." he managed to reply, barely able to get the words out of his throat.
"So, your minion here has killed our captain and we are the only survivors of our crew. What, hypothetically, would you do at this point?"
Yamucha was presently puzzling over how to answer such a question. He feared it was a trick, that if he answered wrong he would pay with his life. The tales he'd heard of the savage siren were ones chock full of her lust for her victim's agony. Eventually, he found his voice and a
small thread of confidence.
"Hypothetically, you two would have two choices: surrender or die."
"Interesting." mused Bulma. She took a glance out of the corned of her eye, seeing more of Yamucha's crew advancing.
*They must be trying to gather in numbers so we won't be able to inflict much damage. The fools, I could kill the lot of them with a single blast. Although, it would be hard to do that and
still keep the ship intact, and then we'd have to swim over and take the other ship by force... that would be time-consuming. Besides, Ylecic and I can't keep up ship on our own. It's virtually impossible.*
Ylecic was clutching onto the mast for support, he was feeling rather seasick at the moment.
"Remember when you told me I'd be heaving over the side?"
Ylecic smirked at the young woman as his face quickly turned green. "Yeah, it's pretty ironic there lassie."
Bulma smirked back at him, then turned a harsh, cold gaze at Captain Yamucha, who if not for his years as a pirate, would have soiled his trousers.
"Well, well, well. I see you did not consider that I could wipe out your entire crew in a matter of minutes, Captain. Fortunately for you, that would require myself and him," Bulma pointed to Ylecic, who was bringing up whatever he last ate. "to do everything alone, including cooking, steering, navigating, and controlling the sails. Which of course is sheerly madness.
"I suppose I'll join the Suzanna-Iris, but only one the terms I give you. One, I do as I please. Anyone who tries to tell me different will be severely injured if I'm having a good day. You don't want to know what would happen if I was having a bad day. Two, anyone who pisses me off in ANY way will be dealt with, most likely harshly. Three, I AM NOT CLEANING ANYTHING! I've been cleaning almost all my life. If you so much as mention 'swabbing the deck' to me, I'll rip your head off. Literally. Any questions?"
The bewildered crew of the Suzanna-Iris could only shake their heads, amazed that they would have the savage siren travelling with them. A good portion of them were afraid for their lives, Bulma could see it in their eyes.
*And with good reason too. I'm starting to become afraid of myself lately... even more so than usual.*
"Ylecic, just do whatever the fuck feels best for you at this point. Maybe take a few minutes to catch your breath, you still look green."
Ylecic gave a shaky nod, not yet willing to let go of the mast quite yet.
"Anyone harassing him before he decides will be dealt with me personally. I'm not leaving until he does, so you're all just going to have to wait for us. Also, Yamucha, stop staring at my chest. There's no way in hell you're getting anything from me, so I suggest you keep your eyes level with mine."
Bulma jumped up onto the ship's edge, and looked out over the ocean. It was like glass out there, no waves of any sort. The Suzanna-Iris stood still, more than half its crew still on board.
*Yamucha isn't an idiot then, unlike some of the barges we've crushed. They've sent all their men on board sometimes, leaving their ship an open target. Oh, how stupid and blind they were. I guess life changes once more, I was getting tired of this ship anyways. Griffins are legendary, and I suppose it marks my becoming of a legend.
*I'm not being vain, I know the stories. There's even an absurd one about me being a vampire, feeding on the blood I spill. Good Kami, what buffoons. I leave blood spilled everywhere, and if I was a vampire I wouldn't be that wasteful.*
Bulma found herself staring endlessly into the clouds, and became oblivious to her surroundings. It was at that point that she swore she saw Zenith sitting on the port side of the Suzanna-Iris. She opened her mouth to shout to him, when he disappeared into thin air. It had been nothing more than a cruel illusion, and it made Bulma feel fear.
Not sadness this time, but pure, true fear. Fear of insanity, fear of the instability that was overtaking her mind. Fear that she would lose her mind and die because she could no longer control what she did.
"Er... Siren?"
Bulma jumped off the edge down to Captain Yamucha and his crew, landing with precise, exact grace.
"You, Yamucha, and everyone else is to refer to me by my given name, Bulma. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. Understand? Good. Now what is it you want?"
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It ends there! This chapter at least. No fretting now, I'll have the next one up soon (I hope), just you wait and see! Drop me a line in a review, or even e-mail me if you want. My addy's on my profile page. I always love getting e-mails. ^-^
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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After Noji's lifeless body fell on the Griffin's deck with a thud, his killer removed his sword and went after Ylecic, who was still battling it out with Captain Yamucha.
"CEASE, ALL OF YOU!!"
The three men whipped their heads around and immediately dropped their swords after seeing just who called out. Bulma walked closer to them, her face set in a frown and her dress rippling in the wind.
"Captain Yamucha, I presume?"
"Indeed." he managed to reply, barely able to get the words out of his throat.
"So, your minion here has killed our captain and we are the only survivors of our crew. What, hypothetically, would you do at this point?"
Yamucha was presently puzzling over how to answer such a question. He feared it was a trick, that if he answered wrong he would pay with his life. The tales he'd heard of the savage siren were ones chock full of her lust for her victim's agony. Eventually, he found his voice and a
small thread of confidence.
"Hypothetically, you two would have two choices: surrender or die."
"Interesting." mused Bulma. She took a glance out of the corned of her eye, seeing more of Yamucha's crew advancing.
*They must be trying to gather in numbers so we won't be able to inflict much damage. The fools, I could kill the lot of them with a single blast. Although, it would be hard to do that and
still keep the ship intact, and then we'd have to swim over and take the other ship by force... that would be time-consuming. Besides, Ylecic and I can't keep up ship on our own. It's virtually impossible.*
Ylecic was clutching onto the mast for support, he was feeling rather seasick at the moment.
"Remember when you told me I'd be heaving over the side?"
Ylecic smirked at the young woman as his face quickly turned green. "Yeah, it's pretty ironic there lassie."
Bulma smirked back at him, then turned a harsh, cold gaze at Captain Yamucha, who if not for his years as a pirate, would have soiled his trousers.
"Well, well, well. I see you did not consider that I could wipe out your entire crew in a matter of minutes, Captain. Fortunately for you, that would require myself and him," Bulma pointed to Ylecic, who was bringing up whatever he last ate. "to do everything alone, including cooking, steering, navigating, and controlling the sails. Which of course is sheerly madness.
"I suppose I'll join the Suzanna-Iris, but only one the terms I give you. One, I do as I please. Anyone who tries to tell me different will be severely injured if I'm having a good day. You don't want to know what would happen if I was having a bad day. Two, anyone who pisses me off in ANY way will be dealt with, most likely harshly. Three, I AM NOT CLEANING ANYTHING! I've been cleaning almost all my life. If you so much as mention 'swabbing the deck' to me, I'll rip your head off. Literally. Any questions?"
The bewildered crew of the Suzanna-Iris could only shake their heads, amazed that they would have the savage siren travelling with them. A good portion of them were afraid for their lives, Bulma could see it in their eyes.
*And with good reason too. I'm starting to become afraid of myself lately... even more so than usual.*
"Ylecic, just do whatever the fuck feels best for you at this point. Maybe take a few minutes to catch your breath, you still look green."
Ylecic gave a shaky nod, not yet willing to let go of the mast quite yet.
"Anyone harassing him before he decides will be dealt with me personally. I'm not leaving until he does, so you're all just going to have to wait for us. Also, Yamucha, stop staring at my chest. There's no way in hell you're getting anything from me, so I suggest you keep your eyes level with mine."
Bulma jumped up onto the ship's edge, and looked out over the ocean. It was like glass out there, no waves of any sort. The Suzanna-Iris stood still, more than half its crew still on board.
*Yamucha isn't an idiot then, unlike some of the barges we've crushed. They've sent all their men on board sometimes, leaving their ship an open target. Oh, how stupid and blind they were. I guess life changes once more, I was getting tired of this ship anyways. Griffins are legendary, and I suppose it marks my becoming of a legend.
*I'm not being vain, I know the stories. There's even an absurd one about me being a vampire, feeding on the blood I spill. Good Kami, what buffoons. I leave blood spilled everywhere, and if I was a vampire I wouldn't be that wasteful.*
Bulma found herself staring endlessly into the clouds, and became oblivious to her surroundings. It was at that point that she swore she saw Zenith sitting on the port side of the Suzanna-Iris. She opened her mouth to shout to him, when he disappeared into thin air. It had been nothing more than a cruel illusion, and it made Bulma feel fear.
Not sadness this time, but pure, true fear. Fear of insanity, fear of the instability that was overtaking her mind. Fear that she would lose her mind and die because she could no longer control what she did.
"Er... Siren?"
Bulma jumped off the edge down to Captain Yamucha and his crew, landing with precise, exact grace.
"You, Yamucha, and everyone else is to refer to me by my given name, Bulma. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. Understand? Good. Now what is it you want?"
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It ends there! This chapter at least. No fretting now, I'll have the next one up soon (I hope), just you wait and see! Drop me a line in a review, or even e-mail me if you want. My addy's on my profile page. I always love getting e-mails. ^-^