A/N: Hey howdy hey! I suppose cowboy talk isn't the best for a pirate fic. Although, in WAY later chapters, it's not going to stay a pirate fic, unless of course I change my mind. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you're the best, what more can I say? Onward!
I don't own Dragonballz
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"Ylecic desires a moment to talk with you alone."
"All right then. Come with me."
Ylecic and Bulma descended below deck, the former holding onto Bulma for support. As soon as they finished going down the stairs, the two walked around and stopped in front of the mural.
"Ye've seen this before, eh lass?"
"You're the only one who could ever get away with calling me that. And yes, I've seen it before. Why do you ask?"
"Me father painted it, he died before yer time. He told me one thing, and that was this: 'Never surrender son, never ever. There's no glory in that, only shame.' I can't put up an ultimatum like ye have, an suicide ain't an option for me."
"Do you want me to be the one to kill you."
"Yes lass."
Ylecic pulled out an ornately carved dagger, and placed it in the slayer's hands. To Bulma's surprise, it was the dagger that she had been wishing for when she and Zenith had gone shopping. The problem was, he hadn't had enough money.
"I saw ye and the newbie...well, he ain't a newbie now, but anyway, I could hear ye, and I knew ye were hopin' for this 'ere thing. I had planned to give it to ye if it looked like ye were in danger, but after that day ye killed ol' Ibbo, I figured ye it'd be useless to ye anyhow.
"This 'ere, lass, strike it into me heart. Take it out, keep it fer memories. Bring me up to the deck and toss me o'er the side. I plan to party in Davey Jones' Locker."
Bulma nodded her head, clenching her teeth so her tears wouldn't escape from her eyes. The dagger was merely another thing that served as a reminder of her lost love, and now she was going to use it to end the life of someone who was never her friend, but also never anyone she
really WANTED to kill.
"Farewell then."
"Heh, you'll get seasick eventually lass. I'll come back and rock the waters fer a few days. We'll see 'ow ye feel."
Bulma smirked a little, the saline forcing it's way down her face. In swift, undetectable movements, she brought the dagger back and jabbed it forward, piercing Ylecic's heart and protruding through his back. She retrieved the weapon from his body, then wiped off the blood
with his shirt.
*You were smart, swift and had a good sense of direction Ylecic...it's a shame to see you go*
Bulma slung the corpse over her shoulder and walked on deck. The pirates' bored faces soon turned to shock and Bulma tossed the bloody body of the Griffin's navigator overboard. Bulma closed her eyes and murmured a small wish for a safe journey, then swung around to face her
new shipmates.
"He chose for it to be this way. Now then, everything worth any value whatsoever is in the bowels of the ship. You want it, you get it. I'm not carrying ANYTHING."
"Men, check this rig from top to bottom, take anything worth something."
Yamucha's crew quickly followed his orders, leaving Bulma and Yamucha alone on the deck. Yamucha was quite unsure as to what to do. He was quite used to having females swoon over him, not the other way around.
*She's like a goddess in her own right... I wonder which story is true, if any of them. They're all rumours, and none of them can even begin to describe just how beautiful she really is. That dress is so tattered, you'd think she's steal herself some new clothes, with all that power she has.* "How long have you worn that tattered thing?"
Yamucha suddenly found himself pressed to the mast, a dagger at his throat. At that point, he was seriously regretting opening his mouth.
"I suggest, that if you want to continue living, you will not speak of matters that are too deep for your shallow mind to comprehend, and furthermore none of your business."
Yamucha gave a curt nod, not wanting to be in the compromising situation that he was, but not wanting to appear weak. Bulma, however, wasn't satisfied, and decided to keep him there for a while.
*He thinks he's the bloody sun, for Kami's sake. I am definitely going to have to change his attitude. His face seems less confident now, almost scared. I wonder how much it will change... I guess it depends on how long I decide to keep him here. It's kind of amusing, watching him squirm ever so slightly. He's not going to be let go until I see a decent plea in his eyes.*
Five minutes passed, both the captain and the siren standing, perfectly silent, one in absolute power, the other fearing for his life, but only inwardly. This was starting to annoy Bulma, who wanted him cowering before her. She unexpectedly started to drag her dagger slowly across
Captain Yamucha's temple, letting a small line of blood seep from his neck.
"Please..."
"Please what? Please let me go? Please stop cutting into me?" Bulma gave a wicked cackle. "Oh Yamucha, you truly do amuse me. Should I let you go? Are you afraid?"
"Hell no."
"Oh really..." Bulma dug the dagger in slightly deeper, causing Yamucha more pain and a larger loss of blood. It finally flowed down far enough that Yamucha could see the crimson trail making its way down his leggings. It was at that point he broke, almost sobbing under Bulma's
simple yet effective torture.
"I ask you again Yamucha...are you afraid?"
"...yes."
"Say it a little louder, I could barely hear you."
Yamucha sniffled a little before replying with a strong yes. Bulma took the dagger away from his throat and climbed up the netting near the lookout post, freeing the frightened Captain.
*That was fun... it shouldn't have been... but it was.*
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Well, there you have it, hope you liked it! Feel free to let me know how great or how horrible I am, it all gets taken into consideration. Oh, and while I'm here, go check out my other work too, ESPECIALLY my story called "What If". ^-^
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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"Ylecic desires a moment to talk with you alone."
"All right then. Come with me."
Ylecic and Bulma descended below deck, the former holding onto Bulma for support. As soon as they finished going down the stairs, the two walked around and stopped in front of the mural.
"Ye've seen this before, eh lass?"
"You're the only one who could ever get away with calling me that. And yes, I've seen it before. Why do you ask?"
"Me father painted it, he died before yer time. He told me one thing, and that was this: 'Never surrender son, never ever. There's no glory in that, only shame.' I can't put up an ultimatum like ye have, an suicide ain't an option for me."
"Do you want me to be the one to kill you."
"Yes lass."
Ylecic pulled out an ornately carved dagger, and placed it in the slayer's hands. To Bulma's surprise, it was the dagger that she had been wishing for when she and Zenith had gone shopping. The problem was, he hadn't had enough money.
"I saw ye and the newbie...well, he ain't a newbie now, but anyway, I could hear ye, and I knew ye were hopin' for this 'ere thing. I had planned to give it to ye if it looked like ye were in danger, but after that day ye killed ol' Ibbo, I figured ye it'd be useless to ye anyhow.
"This 'ere, lass, strike it into me heart. Take it out, keep it fer memories. Bring me up to the deck and toss me o'er the side. I plan to party in Davey Jones' Locker."
Bulma nodded her head, clenching her teeth so her tears wouldn't escape from her eyes. The dagger was merely another thing that served as a reminder of her lost love, and now she was going to use it to end the life of someone who was never her friend, but also never anyone she
really WANTED to kill.
"Farewell then."
"Heh, you'll get seasick eventually lass. I'll come back and rock the waters fer a few days. We'll see 'ow ye feel."
Bulma smirked a little, the saline forcing it's way down her face. In swift, undetectable movements, she brought the dagger back and jabbed it forward, piercing Ylecic's heart and protruding through his back. She retrieved the weapon from his body, then wiped off the blood
with his shirt.
*You were smart, swift and had a good sense of direction Ylecic...it's a shame to see you go*
Bulma slung the corpse over her shoulder and walked on deck. The pirates' bored faces soon turned to shock and Bulma tossed the bloody body of the Griffin's navigator overboard. Bulma closed her eyes and murmured a small wish for a safe journey, then swung around to face her
new shipmates.
"He chose for it to be this way. Now then, everything worth any value whatsoever is in the bowels of the ship. You want it, you get it. I'm not carrying ANYTHING."
"Men, check this rig from top to bottom, take anything worth something."
Yamucha's crew quickly followed his orders, leaving Bulma and Yamucha alone on the deck. Yamucha was quite unsure as to what to do. He was quite used to having females swoon over him, not the other way around.
*She's like a goddess in her own right... I wonder which story is true, if any of them. They're all rumours, and none of them can even begin to describe just how beautiful she really is. That dress is so tattered, you'd think she's steal herself some new clothes, with all that power she has.* "How long have you worn that tattered thing?"
Yamucha suddenly found himself pressed to the mast, a dagger at his throat. At that point, he was seriously regretting opening his mouth.
"I suggest, that if you want to continue living, you will not speak of matters that are too deep for your shallow mind to comprehend, and furthermore none of your business."
Yamucha gave a curt nod, not wanting to be in the compromising situation that he was, but not wanting to appear weak. Bulma, however, wasn't satisfied, and decided to keep him there for a while.
*He thinks he's the bloody sun, for Kami's sake. I am definitely going to have to change his attitude. His face seems less confident now, almost scared. I wonder how much it will change... I guess it depends on how long I decide to keep him here. It's kind of amusing, watching him squirm ever so slightly. He's not going to be let go until I see a decent plea in his eyes.*
Five minutes passed, both the captain and the siren standing, perfectly silent, one in absolute power, the other fearing for his life, but only inwardly. This was starting to annoy Bulma, who wanted him cowering before her. She unexpectedly started to drag her dagger slowly across
Captain Yamucha's temple, letting a small line of blood seep from his neck.
"Please..."
"Please what? Please let me go? Please stop cutting into me?" Bulma gave a wicked cackle. "Oh Yamucha, you truly do amuse me. Should I let you go? Are you afraid?"
"Hell no."
"Oh really..." Bulma dug the dagger in slightly deeper, causing Yamucha more pain and a larger loss of blood. It finally flowed down far enough that Yamucha could see the crimson trail making its way down his leggings. It was at that point he broke, almost sobbing under Bulma's
simple yet effective torture.
"I ask you again Yamucha...are you afraid?"
"...yes."
"Say it a little louder, I could barely hear you."
Yamucha sniffled a little before replying with a strong yes. Bulma took the dagger away from his throat and climbed up the netting near the lookout post, freeing the frightened Captain.
*That was fun... it shouldn't have been... but it was.*
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Well, there you have it, hope you liked it! Feel free to let me know how great or how horrible I am, it all gets taken into consideration. Oh, and while I'm here, go check out my other work too, ESPECIALLY my story called "What If". ^-^