A/N: Hey all, here's the next chapter, the one you've all been waiting for, I'm sure... the saiyajins! We'll get a nice introspective of them. Onward we go! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I've got over 80 reviews! *Hugs everyone*
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
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An unexpected rocking of the ship occurred, most likely the cause of enemy cannonball fire, given the noise. The excitement of battle swelled in Bulma's psyche, and she bounded up towards the deck, eager to start the bloodshed. She had become very malicious by now, even more so than before. Lives would be lost, crimson would be spilled, treasure would be stolen, and the disfiguration of pirates' faces was sure to come. Bulma couldn't wait.
Once on deck, the entire crew had pale faces, one even clutched some sort of religious symbol to his chest. Confused, Bulma looked over the sea... and saw her answer.
The infamous black flag with a blood red teardrop flew, high on the other barge's mast. Even with the distance between them, Bulma could see the figures on the ship, each with a brown belt
tightly done up around their waist. They were... the saiyajins.
As the fear and anxiety rose in Yamucha's shipmates, Bulma's blood was singing in her veins. This was her chance, this was the time she could let all her strength loose, THIS was the challenge she had been waiting for ever since she had started training with Goku so many years ago.
"What you all standing around for? Load the cannons! Fire at will!" screamed Yamucha, panicking with good reason. He didn't expect to live. Neither did anyone else, save Bulma. She had grown quite cocky when it came to her swiftness and power.
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"Which ship is this, Nappa?"
"It's the Suzanna-Iris, sire."
"Too bad. I was hoping for the Griffin."
"It was sunk by this ship."
"WHAT??"
Vegeta XXV spun around and glared at his first mate.
"Where then, is the savage siren??!!"
"On this very ship."
"Excellent."
Vegeta turned his back to Nappa once again and stared over the expanse of ocean between him and the opposing ship, which was diminishing at a steady rate.
*Soon, siren, we shall meet. It's really a shame my father had to die before meeting you, yet this way I have no competition. I wonder how strong she really is? No matter. She's only human, all those folktales are nothing but that... folktales and myths and stories. Furthermore, humans are pathetically weak, so anyone with enough ability to wipe them out becomes a legend.
*I've heard she's beautiful, like a goddess. Hmph, she can't possibly be more beautiful than Kakarotto's lady friend. No, I do not envy him, I'm just stating fact. The raven-haired woman we travel with is gorgeous. The only problem is, she is so damn LOUD, she never shuts up. Kakarotto insisted we take her with us, or he wouldn't come.
*I remember when we came upon him, he was paying a tribute to his dead grandfather. Feh, it wasn't his REAL grandfather, in fact, his real FATHER was with us. He had a rather hard time grasping that he was, indeed, a saiyajin, until we unfurled our tails. He put everything together pretty quickly after that.
*What had happened was that when Kakarotto was born, we were all still in prison. Bardock's wife died in childbirth, she was the only female from our planet who came with us. The guards took the child away... I was only seven, I believe. It's hard to keep track of events and time, our saiyajin years and earth years have become intermeshed, confusing the best of us. I have no idea how he survived or how he came to be in the custody of an old man.
*The most surprising thing about him was his strength. True, us saiyajins are naturally powerful, but Kakarotto... he was truly gifted. He's already higher in power than his brother Radditz, and he's close to equal with Nappa. He did say his 'grandfather' was a martial artist... but he was only human, so he couldn't possibly have done much.
*As for ChiChi, Kakarotto's wife, whom everyone else calls 'the bitch' behind her back, I would just LOVE to throw her over the side. Unfortunately though, we need her. Why? Because she's probably one of the strongest human females alive, and the saiyajin race would die out if it wasn't for her. She's already expecting, apparently Kakarotto isn't stupid in all matters.
*What I don't understand, though, is why he insists on us calling him 'Goku', his human name. Then again, he's probably not proud of his heritage, having heard all the horror stories about our ship ruling the oceans. I guess he wants some ties to his old life, although I believe he enjoys fighting here, he just disagrees with the killing. Oh well, he's too damn sentimental anyways.*
"Prince Vegeta?"
"It's KING Vegeta now, and it will do your life well to remember it, Turles."
The stocky man gulped, and continued. "Apparently this ship has a large supply of Prynca made clothing."
"I see. That certainly will make a profit for us. Tell the crew not to destroy the ship then, and once we've rid ourselves of the humans, we'll search the entire structure."
"Yes, your highness."
Vegeta watched as Turles left to inform the other saiyajin pirates of the King's orders. It was funny though, how Turles was a carbon copy of Kakarotto, only he had landed in another area of the planet altogether as a babe, yet carried with him all the aspects of the saiyajin empire. Very strange, that it was. The two were like exact opposites, the younger good-natured and almost human, the older sinister and enjoyed wreaking havoc on just about anyone.
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The cannons fired back and forth, both ships taking their damage, but Bulma wasn't concerned. The ship would hold out, at least until the saiyajins got there. That was all that mattered. As long as there was a ship to stand on, it didn't matter which, she was all right.
*They had better get here soon, I'm getting impatient... and I never learned to swim. That's a really bad thing.*
Time went by agonizingly slow for the savage siren, and she started tapping her foot in impatience as the rest of the crew panicked, screamed and prayed. Strangely though, Popo had gone missing. Then, Bulma saw a small lifeboat rowing its way towards the saiyajins' ship.
There, manning the oars, was Popo.
*What in seven hells is he doing? Is he mad? He's going to get himself killed! I guess he just wants to speed up the process, I don't really blame him.*
To Bulma's surprise, however, once the lifeboat reached the ship, Popo was actually HELPED onto the ship, and amidst the far off cheering, the dark-skinned man was accepted onto the ship and even offered some brew.
"What the fuck??!!"
"Yamucha, calm down."
"Yeah, maybe he can talk to them, ask them NOT to kill us."
"You call yourself a captain, but you're a complete idiot. He probably led them right to our very location."
"HOW?! There's no way in hell that's possible."
"My best friend could fly, nothing's impossible in this world."
Yamucha merely stood there, mouth agape as Bulma leaned over the railing, biding her time before she would fight in the battle of her lifetime.
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Did y'all like it? Huh? Did ya? I know, not much action, but I wanted to tie up a FEW loose ends before the fighting started. Next chapter will be full of head to head combat, I assure you. I hope you liked this one, let me know what you think!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
~*~*~*~*~
An unexpected rocking of the ship occurred, most likely the cause of enemy cannonball fire, given the noise. The excitement of battle swelled in Bulma's psyche, and she bounded up towards the deck, eager to start the bloodshed. She had become very malicious by now, even more so than before. Lives would be lost, crimson would be spilled, treasure would be stolen, and the disfiguration of pirates' faces was sure to come. Bulma couldn't wait.
Once on deck, the entire crew had pale faces, one even clutched some sort of religious symbol to his chest. Confused, Bulma looked over the sea... and saw her answer.
The infamous black flag with a blood red teardrop flew, high on the other barge's mast. Even with the distance between them, Bulma could see the figures on the ship, each with a brown belt
tightly done up around their waist. They were... the saiyajins.
As the fear and anxiety rose in Yamucha's shipmates, Bulma's blood was singing in her veins. This was her chance, this was the time she could let all her strength loose, THIS was the challenge she had been waiting for ever since she had started training with Goku so many years ago.
"What you all standing around for? Load the cannons! Fire at will!" screamed Yamucha, panicking with good reason. He didn't expect to live. Neither did anyone else, save Bulma. She had grown quite cocky when it came to her swiftness and power.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Which ship is this, Nappa?"
"It's the Suzanna-Iris, sire."
"Too bad. I was hoping for the Griffin."
"It was sunk by this ship."
"WHAT??"
Vegeta XXV spun around and glared at his first mate.
"Where then, is the savage siren??!!"
"On this very ship."
"Excellent."
Vegeta turned his back to Nappa once again and stared over the expanse of ocean between him and the opposing ship, which was diminishing at a steady rate.
*Soon, siren, we shall meet. It's really a shame my father had to die before meeting you, yet this way I have no competition. I wonder how strong she really is? No matter. She's only human, all those folktales are nothing but that... folktales and myths and stories. Furthermore, humans are pathetically weak, so anyone with enough ability to wipe them out becomes a legend.
*I've heard she's beautiful, like a goddess. Hmph, she can't possibly be more beautiful than Kakarotto's lady friend. No, I do not envy him, I'm just stating fact. The raven-haired woman we travel with is gorgeous. The only problem is, she is so damn LOUD, she never shuts up. Kakarotto insisted we take her with us, or he wouldn't come.
*I remember when we came upon him, he was paying a tribute to his dead grandfather. Feh, it wasn't his REAL grandfather, in fact, his real FATHER was with us. He had a rather hard time grasping that he was, indeed, a saiyajin, until we unfurled our tails. He put everything together pretty quickly after that.
*What had happened was that when Kakarotto was born, we were all still in prison. Bardock's wife died in childbirth, she was the only female from our planet who came with us. The guards took the child away... I was only seven, I believe. It's hard to keep track of events and time, our saiyajin years and earth years have become intermeshed, confusing the best of us. I have no idea how he survived or how he came to be in the custody of an old man.
*The most surprising thing about him was his strength. True, us saiyajins are naturally powerful, but Kakarotto... he was truly gifted. He's already higher in power than his brother Radditz, and he's close to equal with Nappa. He did say his 'grandfather' was a martial artist... but he was only human, so he couldn't possibly have done much.
*As for ChiChi, Kakarotto's wife, whom everyone else calls 'the bitch' behind her back, I would just LOVE to throw her over the side. Unfortunately though, we need her. Why? Because she's probably one of the strongest human females alive, and the saiyajin race would die out if it wasn't for her. She's already expecting, apparently Kakarotto isn't stupid in all matters.
*What I don't understand, though, is why he insists on us calling him 'Goku', his human name. Then again, he's probably not proud of his heritage, having heard all the horror stories about our ship ruling the oceans. I guess he wants some ties to his old life, although I believe he enjoys fighting here, he just disagrees with the killing. Oh well, he's too damn sentimental anyways.*
"Prince Vegeta?"
"It's KING Vegeta now, and it will do your life well to remember it, Turles."
The stocky man gulped, and continued. "Apparently this ship has a large supply of Prynca made clothing."
"I see. That certainly will make a profit for us. Tell the crew not to destroy the ship then, and once we've rid ourselves of the humans, we'll search the entire structure."
"Yes, your highness."
Vegeta watched as Turles left to inform the other saiyajin pirates of the King's orders. It was funny though, how Turles was a carbon copy of Kakarotto, only he had landed in another area of the planet altogether as a babe, yet carried with him all the aspects of the saiyajin empire. Very strange, that it was. The two were like exact opposites, the younger good-natured and almost human, the older sinister and enjoyed wreaking havoc on just about anyone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The cannons fired back and forth, both ships taking their damage, but Bulma wasn't concerned. The ship would hold out, at least until the saiyajins got there. That was all that mattered. As long as there was a ship to stand on, it didn't matter which, she was all right.
*They had better get here soon, I'm getting impatient... and I never learned to swim. That's a really bad thing.*
Time went by agonizingly slow for the savage siren, and she started tapping her foot in impatience as the rest of the crew panicked, screamed and prayed. Strangely though, Popo had gone missing. Then, Bulma saw a small lifeboat rowing its way towards the saiyajins' ship.
There, manning the oars, was Popo.
*What in seven hells is he doing? Is he mad? He's going to get himself killed! I guess he just wants to speed up the process, I don't really blame him.*
To Bulma's surprise, however, once the lifeboat reached the ship, Popo was actually HELPED onto the ship, and amidst the far off cheering, the dark-skinned man was accepted onto the ship and even offered some brew.
"What the fuck??!!"
"Yamucha, calm down."
"Yeah, maybe he can talk to them, ask them NOT to kill us."
"You call yourself a captain, but you're a complete idiot. He probably led them right to our very location."
"HOW?! There's no way in hell that's possible."
"My best friend could fly, nothing's impossible in this world."
Yamucha merely stood there, mouth agape as Bulma leaned over the railing, biding her time before she would fight in the battle of her lifetime.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Did y'all like it? Huh? Did ya? I know, not much action, but I wanted to tie up a FEW loose ends before the fighting started. Next chapter will be full of head to head combat, I assure you. I hope you liked this one, let me know what you think!