A/N: Well, here's the next chapter, thanks for your comments, they're much appreciated. I hope you like this one, and enjoy your holiday time off while you still can!
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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"Goku, is that..."
"It's the savage siren, yes."
"You look worried, love."
"Chi, do you remember the girl I was talking about, the one I trained so many years ago? You got really jealous and I told you she disappeared when I was really young?"
"I do, you kept going on and on about how pretty she was. I ruined my good cookware."
"Yeah, my head hurt for a week, but my point is, this is her."
ChiChi's mouth hung open, astonished. Goku's childhood student was the savage siren, the most beautiful and dangerous woman alive? She had heard the tales, and was especially worried about the one her being a seductress.
*No fighter female is going to get their bloodstained hands on my precious Goku.* "Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure... this is Bulma."
"I see."
Goku, sensing ChiChi's jealousy, placed Bulma gently on the deck and enveloped his love in a warm embrace. They weren't married, they didn't have time, Vegeta and his crew had come only two days before the ceremony. One might have thought the two were getting married to prevent their child from becoming a bastard, but such was not the case. In face, the wedding was set years ago and the two had only recently found their love for each other.
"I love you ChiChi. No one else. No one ever."
"I know my Goku... but I can't help it... she's the ultimate seductress, a killing machine!"
"I'm sure the stories tell nothing. Bulma was always a nice girl, she couldn't have become as ruthless as they say."
"Ha!"
The couple turned to see Turles standing there, a scowl etched on his face that was most likely to become permanent as long as Bulma continued to exist.
"Did you not see how she slaughtered your brother, Kakarotto? Or are you disillusioned, not wanting to see the truth?"
"She was more of a sibling than either of you two. It was self-defence."
"Protect her as long as you want, Kakarotto, but mark my words, she'll pay dearly, no matter what you try."
Turles stalked away, revenge plans already formulating in his angry mind. Goku instinctively picked up Bulma from the floor, earning him a slight glare from ChiChi.
"Chi, please don't be jealous. She's only a friend, that's it. I haven't even seen her in... how many years has it been? I can barely remember. We probably don't even know each other well anymore."
"That's what worries me."
"ChiChi!"
"Goku, I can't help it, all right? You'd better get her where she's supposed to be, wherever that is. I'm pretty sure Vegeta doesn't want her in your arms."
"You're right about that."
The good-hearted saiyajin gave his wife a lasting, chaste kiss, holding her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire life, which, of course, she was.
*I couldn't live without her...*
*That girl better not get near MY Goku.*
"A-HEM."
The two parted from their embrace to see Vegeta looming over them. Well, not exactly looming, his height wouldn't allow for that.
"I believe, Kakarotto, that I asked you to take the siren to my quarters?"
"Yes, you did."
"Well then, SEE to it that you DO it. NOW." *Why, why, why doesn't he just DO things? It's like he KNOWS that he's not expendable!*
"Yes sire."
"You had better not be mocking me."
"Well he SHOULD be!"
"Hold your tongue, WENCH. The only reason you're here is because of Kakarotto, remember that. If I deem him unworthy, then you go as well."
"Oh really? Who's going to populate the saiyajin race? Oh yeah, the siren's here, I don't have that job anymore. What a relief. If I had to sleep with YOU I think I'd die of boredom."
Vegeta was livid with rage, and Goku hastily half dragged ChiChi away from the maddened prince, carrying his best friend with him.
*I swear, I am going to fucking strangle that bitch if she says ONE more thing. The most annoying quality about her is that she's ALWAYS right. And what the hell does SHE know about my bedroom ability?*
The saiyajin king growled under his breath, then decided to go over to the mast and yell at the lookout, whether he was doing his job correctly or not.
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When Bulma came into a state of consciousness, the first thing she noticed was that she was lying on a VERY comfortable bed, most likely filled with goose down. She shook the clouds from her eyes and looked up into the face of her grown-up friend.
"Goku? Is that really you... or am I dreaming again?"
"It's really me Bulma... I thought you were dead!"
Bulma chuckled dryly at that statement, pulling a soft blanket over her as she did so.
"I am dead, at least, I have been for the past three years, really."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I haven't had anything to live for, well, more correctly, ANYONE to live for."
"What happened to you anyways?"
"Pirates from the Griffin invaded my house, killed Maelyn and took me captive. I scrubbed decks for awhile, and fell in love with a fellow crew member. That was my biggest mistake."
"How can it be a mistake to fall in love?"
"Have you ever held the love of your life as they were dying? As the blood poured out of you wounds and they told you they'd be okay, even though you could tell they were in sheer pain beyond anything imaginable? Have you sobbed and clutched to the dead corpse that once held your love's soul?" Bulma started to cry, her tears staining the sheets.
"The pain is excruciating, too much. He haunted my dreams for years afterwards, only recently have I rid him from me. I don't think I have any sanity left. All I can do now is kill. The blood had no effect other than filling a high that I can't really place."
Goku was silent, shocked, still absorbing what Bulma had said. It was so hard to believe... the happy, smiling girl he had known so many years ago had become a ruthless killing machine, triggered by the death of her loved one, and now refused to feel, considering love a mistake.
"Hard to believe, isn't it?"
"Yeah..."
"How did you become a saiyajin anyhow?"
"I've always been one."
"That doesn't make sense."
"You know those 'brown belts' the saiyajins wear?"
"Yeah... where are you going with this?"
Goku unfurled his tail, nothing new to Bulma, but what he said next certainly was.
"They're tails. All of them. Everyone on this ship has one... except for ChiChi."
"There's a GIRL saiyajin? I thought the entire ship was all males?"
"She's not a saiyajin, she's my wife... at least, she would have been, but we never had time to get married."
"Congratulations. But... why do you all have tails? Were you all affected by something?"
"We're-"
"Kakarotto, leave. Now. I wish to speak to her alone."
Goku left as Vegeta walked in, eyeing the siren curled up in his bed sheets. The very thought excited him greatly.
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Did ya like it? Let me know please n' thank you!
I don't own Dragonballz
*represents thoughts*
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"Goku, is that..."
"It's the savage siren, yes."
"You look worried, love."
"Chi, do you remember the girl I was talking about, the one I trained so many years ago? You got really jealous and I told you she disappeared when I was really young?"
"I do, you kept going on and on about how pretty she was. I ruined my good cookware."
"Yeah, my head hurt for a week, but my point is, this is her."
ChiChi's mouth hung open, astonished. Goku's childhood student was the savage siren, the most beautiful and dangerous woman alive? She had heard the tales, and was especially worried about the one her being a seductress.
*No fighter female is going to get their bloodstained hands on my precious Goku.* "Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure... this is Bulma."
"I see."
Goku, sensing ChiChi's jealousy, placed Bulma gently on the deck and enveloped his love in a warm embrace. They weren't married, they didn't have time, Vegeta and his crew had come only two days before the ceremony. One might have thought the two were getting married to prevent their child from becoming a bastard, but such was not the case. In face, the wedding was set years ago and the two had only recently found their love for each other.
"I love you ChiChi. No one else. No one ever."
"I know my Goku... but I can't help it... she's the ultimate seductress, a killing machine!"
"I'm sure the stories tell nothing. Bulma was always a nice girl, she couldn't have become as ruthless as they say."
"Ha!"
The couple turned to see Turles standing there, a scowl etched on his face that was most likely to become permanent as long as Bulma continued to exist.
"Did you not see how she slaughtered your brother, Kakarotto? Or are you disillusioned, not wanting to see the truth?"
"She was more of a sibling than either of you two. It was self-defence."
"Protect her as long as you want, Kakarotto, but mark my words, she'll pay dearly, no matter what you try."
Turles stalked away, revenge plans already formulating in his angry mind. Goku instinctively picked up Bulma from the floor, earning him a slight glare from ChiChi.
"Chi, please don't be jealous. She's only a friend, that's it. I haven't even seen her in... how many years has it been? I can barely remember. We probably don't even know each other well anymore."
"That's what worries me."
"ChiChi!"
"Goku, I can't help it, all right? You'd better get her where she's supposed to be, wherever that is. I'm pretty sure Vegeta doesn't want her in your arms."
"You're right about that."
The good-hearted saiyajin gave his wife a lasting, chaste kiss, holding her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire life, which, of course, she was.
*I couldn't live without her...*
*That girl better not get near MY Goku.*
"A-HEM."
The two parted from their embrace to see Vegeta looming over them. Well, not exactly looming, his height wouldn't allow for that.
"I believe, Kakarotto, that I asked you to take the siren to my quarters?"
"Yes, you did."
"Well then, SEE to it that you DO it. NOW." *Why, why, why doesn't he just DO things? It's like he KNOWS that he's not expendable!*
"Yes sire."
"You had better not be mocking me."
"Well he SHOULD be!"
"Hold your tongue, WENCH. The only reason you're here is because of Kakarotto, remember that. If I deem him unworthy, then you go as well."
"Oh really? Who's going to populate the saiyajin race? Oh yeah, the siren's here, I don't have that job anymore. What a relief. If I had to sleep with YOU I think I'd die of boredom."
Vegeta was livid with rage, and Goku hastily half dragged ChiChi away from the maddened prince, carrying his best friend with him.
*I swear, I am going to fucking strangle that bitch if she says ONE more thing. The most annoying quality about her is that she's ALWAYS right. And what the hell does SHE know about my bedroom ability?*
The saiyajin king growled under his breath, then decided to go over to the mast and yell at the lookout, whether he was doing his job correctly or not.
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When Bulma came into a state of consciousness, the first thing she noticed was that she was lying on a VERY comfortable bed, most likely filled with goose down. She shook the clouds from her eyes and looked up into the face of her grown-up friend.
"Goku? Is that really you... or am I dreaming again?"
"It's really me Bulma... I thought you were dead!"
Bulma chuckled dryly at that statement, pulling a soft blanket over her as she did so.
"I am dead, at least, I have been for the past three years, really."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I haven't had anything to live for, well, more correctly, ANYONE to live for."
"What happened to you anyways?"
"Pirates from the Griffin invaded my house, killed Maelyn and took me captive. I scrubbed decks for awhile, and fell in love with a fellow crew member. That was my biggest mistake."
"How can it be a mistake to fall in love?"
"Have you ever held the love of your life as they were dying? As the blood poured out of you wounds and they told you they'd be okay, even though you could tell they were in sheer pain beyond anything imaginable? Have you sobbed and clutched to the dead corpse that once held your love's soul?" Bulma started to cry, her tears staining the sheets.
"The pain is excruciating, too much. He haunted my dreams for years afterwards, only recently have I rid him from me. I don't think I have any sanity left. All I can do now is kill. The blood had no effect other than filling a high that I can't really place."
Goku was silent, shocked, still absorbing what Bulma had said. It was so hard to believe... the happy, smiling girl he had known so many years ago had become a ruthless killing machine, triggered by the death of her loved one, and now refused to feel, considering love a mistake.
"Hard to believe, isn't it?"
"Yeah..."
"How did you become a saiyajin anyhow?"
"I've always been one."
"That doesn't make sense."
"You know those 'brown belts' the saiyajins wear?"
"Yeah... where are you going with this?"
Goku unfurled his tail, nothing new to Bulma, but what he said next certainly was.
"They're tails. All of them. Everyone on this ship has one... except for ChiChi."
"There's a GIRL saiyajin? I thought the entire ship was all males?"
"She's not a saiyajin, she's my wife... at least, she would have been, but we never had time to get married."
"Congratulations. But... why do you all have tails? Were you all affected by something?"
"We're-"
"Kakarotto, leave. Now. I wish to speak to her alone."
Goku left as Vegeta walked in, eyeing the siren curled up in his bed sheets. The very thought excited him greatly.
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