!!! Yeesh! Stupid computer...anyways, here's the second part of the chapter, hope you like it, and if you really want, you can review both parts ^-^.
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Sniffling, Bulma wound herself around Vegeta even more, then lifted her head. "My...my mother had long, blond, curly hair and blue eyes. She was about my height...and my father was a bit taller, same eyes, only with short hair, lavender, and a small beard."
Vegeta's tail bristled and thrashed about even faster as he took in a deep yet shaky breath. It seemed the siren had become a soothsayer amidst the bouts of insanity she suffered from. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his raging fears and coming up unsuccessful. "I have to inform Nappa to change our course; we can prevent this." Vegeta made to leave but found it exceedingly difficult with a one-hundred-twenty pound woman clinging to him, nibbling on his lips. He managed to push her a small ways back. "Get off."
"No. I need to spend what little time I can with you before I have to see you get killed."
"What's the matter with you? I thought you said you didn't want us to die."
"It won't matter where we go. They'll find us... probably within less than ten minutes, if what I remember from my dreams is accurate."
"How the FUCK do you know this??!!" he roared, throwing her off of him and onto the bed. She glared at him, a thin, dark blue aura snaking its way around her.
"Popo has been broadcasting our exact location by sound waves. He's probably rowing away on a lifeboat right now."
"Impossible! He's the one who freed us in the first place!"
"Well then, that should have been your FIRST clue that he wasn't trustworthy."
Vegeta snarled, a comeback absent in his mind, and almost gaped, feeling particularly stupid at the time. He rushed out of the room, intent on murdering the traitorous man if what the siren said held true. Of course, there wasn't so much as a goodbye wave for Bulma, and in her psychotic state she felt that the absence of the gesture was a clear sign that she should do something...something...
The siren brought her knees to her chest, fiddling with the dagger given to her by Ylecic before she had impaled him some years ago. "They'll all still die, but I won't have to see it if I just get rid of myself."
"Well I certainly wouldn't miss you if you did."
Bulma uncurled herself, whirling around in the direction of the voice. *I was so sure that I was alone...* "Turles. Didn't expect to see you here." Bulma stood, her long blue hair almost reaching the ground.
"Most of us would be better off without you, siren." he spat. "Especially me. Your death would be a welcome blessing, although I had hoped it would be by my hands."
"Yeah, avenging your brother kind of falls flat when the enemy kills herself now, doesn't it? On the other hand, I do save you from Goku's inherent beating."
Images of Goku sending him to his death bombarded Turles, and he shoved them away, growling at Bulma - he knew she was right.
"Can I ask you a favour?"
Turles chuckled darkly, then scowled. "You expect ME to do something for YOU?" he snarled, leaving Bulma unimpressed. The woman walked up to him so they were nose to nose, and she held his left hand with her right, the ornately decorated dagged between them. She leaned in so her lips practically touched his ear, and Turles was beginning to have second thoughts about the woman he thought was so unattractive. The siren wound her leg on his, then whispered into the small orifice, running her thumb over the blade of her weapon.
"Draw on my back."
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Ooh! I leave you there, let me know what you think so far!
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Sniffling, Bulma wound herself around Vegeta even more, then lifted her head. "My...my mother had long, blond, curly hair and blue eyes. She was about my height...and my father was a bit taller, same eyes, only with short hair, lavender, and a small beard."
Vegeta's tail bristled and thrashed about even faster as he took in a deep yet shaky breath. It seemed the siren had become a soothsayer amidst the bouts of insanity she suffered from. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his raging fears and coming up unsuccessful. "I have to inform Nappa to change our course; we can prevent this." Vegeta made to leave but found it exceedingly difficult with a one-hundred-twenty pound woman clinging to him, nibbling on his lips. He managed to push her a small ways back. "Get off."
"No. I need to spend what little time I can with you before I have to see you get killed."
"What's the matter with you? I thought you said you didn't want us to die."
"It won't matter where we go. They'll find us... probably within less than ten minutes, if what I remember from my dreams is accurate."
"How the FUCK do you know this??!!" he roared, throwing her off of him and onto the bed. She glared at him, a thin, dark blue aura snaking its way around her.
"Popo has been broadcasting our exact location by sound waves. He's probably rowing away on a lifeboat right now."
"Impossible! He's the one who freed us in the first place!"
"Well then, that should have been your FIRST clue that he wasn't trustworthy."
Vegeta snarled, a comeback absent in his mind, and almost gaped, feeling particularly stupid at the time. He rushed out of the room, intent on murdering the traitorous man if what the siren said held true. Of course, there wasn't so much as a goodbye wave for Bulma, and in her psychotic state she felt that the absence of the gesture was a clear sign that she should do something...something...
The siren brought her knees to her chest, fiddling with the dagger given to her by Ylecic before she had impaled him some years ago. "They'll all still die, but I won't have to see it if I just get rid of myself."
"Well I certainly wouldn't miss you if you did."
Bulma uncurled herself, whirling around in the direction of the voice. *I was so sure that I was alone...* "Turles. Didn't expect to see you here." Bulma stood, her long blue hair almost reaching the ground.
"Most of us would be better off without you, siren." he spat. "Especially me. Your death would be a welcome blessing, although I had hoped it would be by my hands."
"Yeah, avenging your brother kind of falls flat when the enemy kills herself now, doesn't it? On the other hand, I do save you from Goku's inherent beating."
Images of Goku sending him to his death bombarded Turles, and he shoved them away, growling at Bulma - he knew she was right.
"Can I ask you a favour?"
Turles chuckled darkly, then scowled. "You expect ME to do something for YOU?" he snarled, leaving Bulma unimpressed. The woman walked up to him so they were nose to nose, and she held his left hand with her right, the ornately decorated dagged between them. She leaned in so her lips practically touched his ear, and Turles was beginning to have second thoughts about the woman he thought was so unattractive. The siren wound her leg on his, then whispered into the small orifice, running her thumb over the blade of her weapon.
"Draw on my back."
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Ooh! I leave you there, let me know what you think so far!