Hey everyone! I know it's been a while, but hey, I'm busy! Well, here's the next chapter, I know the last one was rather boring, but I needed the transition there. Without further ado, here we go!!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
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A couple of years went by, and Bulma stayed on board the Suzanna-Iris, greatly improving her own strength, not to mention the crew's overall wealth. Now eighteen, the savage siren's reputation still flourished, especially on the ship itself. You see, the only two people she managed to become acquaintances with during this time were Popo and Piccolo. Everyone else she would kill in an instant if they screwed up, and they knew it.
As for the young woman's mental stability, it had slowly continued to drop, leaving Bulma stricken with anxiety. One day, after turning to the sound of Noji's voice, expecting to look into his cat-like orbs and realizing he was dead, Bulma decided she had enough.
She ran through the bowels of the boat like a madwoman, and opened the door to a room designated for valuable treasure. Closing the door, the blue-haired pirate found herself surrounded in precious metals and fabrics and clothing from around the world - silk, satin, cotton, spandex, fur, polyester - the options were limitless.
Shifting her feet in the gold and silver pieces that littered the floor, however, Bulma began to have second thoughts.
*What if this doesn't work? What if I just feel overwhelming guilt? What Zenith haunts my dreams even more? What if I start seeing Ylecic as well?*
Bulma drew out her dagger and fingered the hilt, deep in thought. She soon had the answer to all her own questions, or at least a few reasons.
*Screw them. Promises to the dead are worthless, and I'm not getting better the way I am now. He'll understand.*
With a determined look etched on her face, Bulma began to slice the tattered lavender dress off her body, leaving not a single scratch on her skin. When she was half way through her cutting, Yamucha opened the door for a routine check on the treasure. The captain's eyes
widened considerably as the last scrap of satin fell off of the siren's luscious form, leaving her clad only in her brassiere and panties. Bulma's back was turned, yet she knew exactly who it was.
"Like what you see, Captain?" Bulma spat out the last work like it was a disease, and Yamucha was praying for his life.
"It was an accident, I swear! But... how did you know it was me?"
Bulma let loose a sinister sounding cackle and turned to face Yamucha, who knew if he lowered his eyes from hers, they would most likely be cut out of his skull.
"You're the noisiest person I've ever met, and besides, your smell is so bad it's hard NOT to notice you."
Bulma started to browse through the clothing, fully aware of Yamucha's gawking, but choosing to ignore it for the moment. The young woman fixed her eyes on a light turquoise silk kimono that hung beside a sparkly shawl. She tried it on, and found it wasn't practical, and furthermore, too big.
Yamucha himself was just happy that he wasn't dead, and elated that he hadn't even been asked to leave. To him, the sight he was beholding could only be described as a dream come true.
*She's so damn gorgeous...*
Quicker than lightning, Bulma was directly in front of Yamucha, less than two feet away. The kimono was untied, leaving Bulma's underclothing in direct view of the young captain.
"You have a reputation, Yamucha."
Said human was having difficulty responding, worrying that the wrong words would seat his fate in a dimension of pain. "I... do?"
"Don't tell me you have no idea. They say you're a ladies' man, that you've been with so many women that no one could possibly keep track of them."
"Erm... I guess... where are you going with this?"
Bulma gave a seductive smirk and wrapped her arms around a rather stunned but pleased Yamucha, bringing her entire body that much closer to him. Her face was less than a breath away from his, and the scar-faced captain was aroused beyond anything he'd ever felt before.
"Where I'm going, Yamucha," the now seductress whispered, "is that you should be outstanding in bed if you've slept with so many women, am I right?"
"Of course." boasted Yamucha, confident his abilities to please the opposite sex were nothing short of exemplar.
'I see. So, hypothetically-"
"Again with the hypothetical?"
Bulma narrowed her blue eyes at Yamucha, then spoke very cold and calculatingly. "Don't interrupt me."
Yamucha nodded, once again scared out of his wits.
"Like I was saying, hypothetically, if I were to sleep with you, and you did badly... let's just say I wouldn't be... impressed with you." Bulma suddenly become VERY interested in her dagger, which made Yamucha even more uneasy. "So, Yamucha, are you up to my challenge?"
*Is it worth it? Is it worth risking my life for one night with the famed savage siren?*
*Why the hell is he taking so long? If he doesn't hurry up I'll change my mind.*
"...no."
*WHAT??* Bulma herself was surprised, to put it mildly. She had thought Yamucha would volunteer readily. She gave the pirate a small smile, as well as a gentle kiss on the lips.
Yamucha froze in place, not knowing whether to respond or stay still. If he did the wrong thing he would probably die. Fortunately for him, Bulma pulled away and nibbled his earlobe, causing him to shiver in delight.
"I suppose you're smarter than I thought. I'd like some privacy to try on clothing, I'm sure you can provide that for me."
Yamucha nodded dumbly, still high from Bulma's previous actions. Just as he was about to close the door, Bulma spoke.
"Before you leave, turn this over in your mind a bit. If your intelligence wanes, which it most likely will, and you change your mind... let me know. I'm sure it'll be a night to remember... no matter what the outcome."
Yamucha shut the door and left, leaving Bulma with a major decision to make... what to wear? After trying on outfit after outfit, Bulma finally sported a beige sleeveless cotton top and an intriguing article of clothing that was made of Prynca dragon scales. It was a set of
leggings that reached the knee, and at the waistline, a fringe of scales was sewn. Now, Prynca dragons are made up of endless shades of blue, bringing out the colour in Bulma's eyes.
Besides the fact that the ship had clothes made of Prynca scales (which were extremely rare), Bulma was shocked at how much lighter the colour of her shirt was in contrast to her skin. In fact, she barely recognized herself when she looked into the gold framed mirror on the wall.
*Is that... me? My skin is so dark... there's no way I could possibly come from the place I called my homeland. Everyone there is fair skinned. Where was I born then?*
Rather than dwelling on it, the sky haired woman picked out some dangling aquamarine earrings and a matching necklace for herself. She strolled out of the treasury, feeling somewhat free of the sorrow she had carried for so many years.
*Sorry Zenith, but I'm not going to be dragged down with you. I will live my life without you.*
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Did you like it? Hopefully it was a tad more exciting than the last chapter. But next chapter... that's where the REAL excitement begins. Can you say... saiyajins? Hehehe. I'll leave you in suspense for now, let me know what ya think!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
~*~*~*~*~*~
A couple of years went by, and Bulma stayed on board the Suzanna-Iris, greatly improving her own strength, not to mention the crew's overall wealth. Now eighteen, the savage siren's reputation still flourished, especially on the ship itself. You see, the only two people she managed to become acquaintances with during this time were Popo and Piccolo. Everyone else she would kill in an instant if they screwed up, and they knew it.
As for the young woman's mental stability, it had slowly continued to drop, leaving Bulma stricken with anxiety. One day, after turning to the sound of Noji's voice, expecting to look into his cat-like orbs and realizing he was dead, Bulma decided she had enough.
She ran through the bowels of the boat like a madwoman, and opened the door to a room designated for valuable treasure. Closing the door, the blue-haired pirate found herself surrounded in precious metals and fabrics and clothing from around the world - silk, satin, cotton, spandex, fur, polyester - the options were limitless.
Shifting her feet in the gold and silver pieces that littered the floor, however, Bulma began to have second thoughts.
*What if this doesn't work? What if I just feel overwhelming guilt? What Zenith haunts my dreams even more? What if I start seeing Ylecic as well?*
Bulma drew out her dagger and fingered the hilt, deep in thought. She soon had the answer to all her own questions, or at least a few reasons.
*Screw them. Promises to the dead are worthless, and I'm not getting better the way I am now. He'll understand.*
With a determined look etched on her face, Bulma began to slice the tattered lavender dress off her body, leaving not a single scratch on her skin. When she was half way through her cutting, Yamucha opened the door for a routine check on the treasure. The captain's eyes
widened considerably as the last scrap of satin fell off of the siren's luscious form, leaving her clad only in her brassiere and panties. Bulma's back was turned, yet she knew exactly who it was.
"Like what you see, Captain?" Bulma spat out the last work like it was a disease, and Yamucha was praying for his life.
"It was an accident, I swear! But... how did you know it was me?"
Bulma let loose a sinister sounding cackle and turned to face Yamucha, who knew if he lowered his eyes from hers, they would most likely be cut out of his skull.
"You're the noisiest person I've ever met, and besides, your smell is so bad it's hard NOT to notice you."
Bulma started to browse through the clothing, fully aware of Yamucha's gawking, but choosing to ignore it for the moment. The young woman fixed her eyes on a light turquoise silk kimono that hung beside a sparkly shawl. She tried it on, and found it wasn't practical, and furthermore, too big.
Yamucha himself was just happy that he wasn't dead, and elated that he hadn't even been asked to leave. To him, the sight he was beholding could only be described as a dream come true.
*She's so damn gorgeous...*
Quicker than lightning, Bulma was directly in front of Yamucha, less than two feet away. The kimono was untied, leaving Bulma's underclothing in direct view of the young captain.
"You have a reputation, Yamucha."
Said human was having difficulty responding, worrying that the wrong words would seat his fate in a dimension of pain. "I... do?"
"Don't tell me you have no idea. They say you're a ladies' man, that you've been with so many women that no one could possibly keep track of them."
"Erm... I guess... where are you going with this?"
Bulma gave a seductive smirk and wrapped her arms around a rather stunned but pleased Yamucha, bringing her entire body that much closer to him. Her face was less than a breath away from his, and the scar-faced captain was aroused beyond anything he'd ever felt before.
"Where I'm going, Yamucha," the now seductress whispered, "is that you should be outstanding in bed if you've slept with so many women, am I right?"
"Of course." boasted Yamucha, confident his abilities to please the opposite sex were nothing short of exemplar.
'I see. So, hypothetically-"
"Again with the hypothetical?"
Bulma narrowed her blue eyes at Yamucha, then spoke very cold and calculatingly. "Don't interrupt me."
Yamucha nodded, once again scared out of his wits.
"Like I was saying, hypothetically, if I were to sleep with you, and you did badly... let's just say I wouldn't be... impressed with you." Bulma suddenly become VERY interested in her dagger, which made Yamucha even more uneasy. "So, Yamucha, are you up to my challenge?"
*Is it worth it? Is it worth risking my life for one night with the famed savage siren?*
*Why the hell is he taking so long? If he doesn't hurry up I'll change my mind.*
"...no."
*WHAT??* Bulma herself was surprised, to put it mildly. She had thought Yamucha would volunteer readily. She gave the pirate a small smile, as well as a gentle kiss on the lips.
Yamucha froze in place, not knowing whether to respond or stay still. If he did the wrong thing he would probably die. Fortunately for him, Bulma pulled away and nibbled his earlobe, causing him to shiver in delight.
"I suppose you're smarter than I thought. I'd like some privacy to try on clothing, I'm sure you can provide that for me."
Yamucha nodded dumbly, still high from Bulma's previous actions. Just as he was about to close the door, Bulma spoke.
"Before you leave, turn this over in your mind a bit. If your intelligence wanes, which it most likely will, and you change your mind... let me know. I'm sure it'll be a night to remember... no matter what the outcome."
Yamucha shut the door and left, leaving Bulma with a major decision to make... what to wear? After trying on outfit after outfit, Bulma finally sported a beige sleeveless cotton top and an intriguing article of clothing that was made of Prynca dragon scales. It was a set of
leggings that reached the knee, and at the waistline, a fringe of scales was sewn. Now, Prynca dragons are made up of endless shades of blue, bringing out the colour in Bulma's eyes.
Besides the fact that the ship had clothes made of Prynca scales (which were extremely rare), Bulma was shocked at how much lighter the colour of her shirt was in contrast to her skin. In fact, she barely recognized herself when she looked into the gold framed mirror on the wall.
*Is that... me? My skin is so dark... there's no way I could possibly come from the place I called my homeland. Everyone there is fair skinned. Where was I born then?*
Rather than dwelling on it, the sky haired woman picked out some dangling aquamarine earrings and a matching necklace for herself. She strolled out of the treasury, feeling somewhat free of the sorrow she had carried for so many years.
*Sorry Zenith, but I'm not going to be dragged down with you. I will live my life without you.*
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Did you like it? Hopefully it was a tad more exciting than the last chapter. But next chapter... that's where the REAL excitement begins. Can you say... saiyajins? Hehehe. I'll leave you in suspense for now, let me know what ya think!