A/N: Hey hi-dee hey ho! Here's another chapter of my story, thanks for all the wonderful reviews I've been getting.
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
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"Who the fuck did this?" the saiyajin king seethed, grappling Bulma's shoulders forcefully. She smirked half-heartedly.
"It doesn't matter. What was drawn? I'd like to know." Vegeta swallowed, letting his eyes rove over the woman's back. There, in saiyajin lettering was...
"Esturjasa."
"I don't need your shit Vegeta, tell me what's there."
"That's what's there. It's saiyajin."
"So what the hell is it?"
"It really doesn't have much of an earthling translation... basically it means worthless."
"...that's it? Worthless? Honestly, you'd think the guy could come up with something better..."
"You stupid wench! You don't get it, do you? Of course you don't, what am I saying? That single word is the most hateful, spiteful insult in the entire saiyajin language, and to have it carved into you is like a death sentence...we don't tolerate worthlessness in our people."
Bulma became silent, looking away from Vegeta and fiddling with the bed covers. She swung her foot from side to side, the mundane rhythm revealing nothing of what she thought of all this.
"So you're going to kill me now." It wasn't a question; Bulma had heard him speak and had already affirmed what it meant.
"No."
"Why not? You just said your people-"
"Exactly. MY people. You aren't one of us, siren. You're some fucked up human that's been drugged at birth."
Bulma erupted into a vicious fit of laughter, falling back on the bed and wincing as the cotton stuck to her bloody back, causing it to sting. "Do you finally get it, KING Vegeta?" she sneered, mocking the man who sat beside her. "How long did it take you to realize that I'm INSANE? I don't have...any...control...left..." Her voice trailed off with a whisper.
Vegeta's eyes went wide, first because of his sudden realization, and second because the sound of a cannon echoed in the distance, not far away at all. "Shit."
"You're all going to die..." Bulma whispered, her voice skipping pitches so it sounded like she was singing. "No one lives but me...just me..."
"Shut up!" screamed Vegeta. He threw Bulma off the bed and she would've hit the wall had she not righted herself.
"Only me..." she sang, her voice becoming more melodious and ominous by the second, a perfect contrast in itself. "Not many can escape the siren...and those who do...they meet their fate...eventually..."
Vegeta roared, letting loose a small ki blast that Bulma simply closed her fist around, vanquishing the ball of light almost instantly. "Woman...if you don't stop your mindless tune I'm going to-"
"Sire! We're being attacked...it's Irsena!" shouted Nappa, barrelling into the room.
"FUCK!!" Vegeta stomped out of the room with the bald man, then walked back inside. "Siren, get your ass up here and fight."
"Oh a lovely time...you'll have...in Davey Jones' locker..."
Vegeta shook his head in frustration, grabbed the babbling woman and dragged her out of the room. *Even if she won't fight, we can at least use her to provide a distraction of some sort.* The king looked down at the blue-haired lady and found she had passed out.
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Bulma awoke to the sound of clinking and the smell of something rank. It was damp where she was. Opening her eyes, she found herself sitting in the lap of Vegeta, chained by cufflinks to his arms, and his in return were chained to the wall.
*It's happening...it's happening all over again...* Bulma thrashed to and fro, screaming so loud she wondered if her lungs would burst. Slowly, through the darkness she could see ChiChi, Goku, Nappa, Turles and some of the other saiyajins waking up. They were all imprisoned.
"Will someone shut her up?!" screamed ChiChi, burying her head into Goku's whip-scarred chest. The poor man had been taken to a torture chamber, simply because some of the surrounding guards were in a particularly sadistic mood. Of course, Goku wouldn't complain. He was Goku, and at that moment he was more worried about his wife and unborn child than anything.
Vegeta, much like the others, was sick of Bulma's screaming so he clamped his mouth on hers, muffling the high pitched sounds that were being emitted. After a period of time, Bulma calmed down, ceasing her screaming and opting instead to get a taste of Vegeta before he died. After all, she had seen it - he was definitely going to die.
The king, however, couldn't really concentrate on his foretold fate while Bulma was kissing him. He toyed his tongue with hers, revelling in the citrus-like taste he was receiving, not worrying in the least that it might be the last time he got it. Vegeta pressed his hands to the sky-haired woman's chest, causing a small whimper to come out.
"Well, well, well. The happy couple."
The captive party turned to see a large, burly guard at least four feet higher than Nappa looming over them. His orange hair almost seemed to glow in the blackness of their prison room.
"Finnigan." Vegeta seethed, recognizing the guard from his last visit to the palace dungeons. Apparently Bulma recognized him too, as her eyes widened and a low growl escaped from her throat.
"My...Prince Vegeta...it's been so long since I've seen you last. Remember though, my true name is 16. Finnigan was so I blended in with the common folk." he said in an amicable tone, ignoring the growling Bulma.
"Like I give a fuck. And it's KING Vegeta now."
"You're going to have to tone down your language, 'King' Vegeta." Finnigan smirked, his machinated mouth curving upwards at just the right angle. "We're all going to take a nice trip to the throne room. Oh, and don't bother getting out of the shackles. Since you all managed to escape last time we've made some improvements as of late."
A large battalion made their way into the cell and propped the saiyajins and humans on their feet. Saiyajins were snarling; ChiChi was yelling at a guard for ruining her dress and the poor guy was clutching his head from the noise...but Bulma was silent. Shaking, but silent. There was nothing she could really do...was there? Or did she have enough power to just let loose?
*No, I can't do that...I might take out someone I don't mean to. Maybe it's best to see what happens, maybe something will change...though it doesn't look likely.*
The group travelled on ahead, Bulma putting a vice grip on Vegeta's hand when she saw what looked like a princess in a forest green dress walk by, then go over to Finnigan. You see, she had already seen this girl, and knew what she would say.
"16...what on earth is going on here? You're supposed to be training the forty-fifth battalion for attack on Runebni. Who are these people and why do they have tails..." Realization dawned on the short-haired blond, and she paled, having heard the tales of the saiyajins for many years.
"Forgive me, dear Princess Juuhachi, but this is Captain Vegeta and his crew. Her Highness Queen Papillon asked we bring them to the throne room immediately."
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Well, there you have it! Let me know what you think, please and thank you. If your wondering about the whole Finnigan/16 thing, it gets explained in the next chapter. Have a good day!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
~*~
"Who the fuck did this?" the saiyajin king seethed, grappling Bulma's shoulders forcefully. She smirked half-heartedly.
"It doesn't matter. What was drawn? I'd like to know." Vegeta swallowed, letting his eyes rove over the woman's back. There, in saiyajin lettering was...
"Esturjasa."
"I don't need your shit Vegeta, tell me what's there."
"That's what's there. It's saiyajin."
"So what the hell is it?"
"It really doesn't have much of an earthling translation... basically it means worthless."
"...that's it? Worthless? Honestly, you'd think the guy could come up with something better..."
"You stupid wench! You don't get it, do you? Of course you don't, what am I saying? That single word is the most hateful, spiteful insult in the entire saiyajin language, and to have it carved into you is like a death sentence...we don't tolerate worthlessness in our people."
Bulma became silent, looking away from Vegeta and fiddling with the bed covers. She swung her foot from side to side, the mundane rhythm revealing nothing of what she thought of all this.
"So you're going to kill me now." It wasn't a question; Bulma had heard him speak and had already affirmed what it meant.
"No."
"Why not? You just said your people-"
"Exactly. MY people. You aren't one of us, siren. You're some fucked up human that's been drugged at birth."
Bulma erupted into a vicious fit of laughter, falling back on the bed and wincing as the cotton stuck to her bloody back, causing it to sting. "Do you finally get it, KING Vegeta?" she sneered, mocking the man who sat beside her. "How long did it take you to realize that I'm INSANE? I don't have...any...control...left..." Her voice trailed off with a whisper.
Vegeta's eyes went wide, first because of his sudden realization, and second because the sound of a cannon echoed in the distance, not far away at all. "Shit."
"You're all going to die..." Bulma whispered, her voice skipping pitches so it sounded like she was singing. "No one lives but me...just me..."
"Shut up!" screamed Vegeta. He threw Bulma off the bed and she would've hit the wall had she not righted herself.
"Only me..." she sang, her voice becoming more melodious and ominous by the second, a perfect contrast in itself. "Not many can escape the siren...and those who do...they meet their fate...eventually..."
Vegeta roared, letting loose a small ki blast that Bulma simply closed her fist around, vanquishing the ball of light almost instantly. "Woman...if you don't stop your mindless tune I'm going to-"
"Sire! We're being attacked...it's Irsena!" shouted Nappa, barrelling into the room.
"FUCK!!" Vegeta stomped out of the room with the bald man, then walked back inside. "Siren, get your ass up here and fight."
"Oh a lovely time...you'll have...in Davey Jones' locker..."
Vegeta shook his head in frustration, grabbed the babbling woman and dragged her out of the room. *Even if she won't fight, we can at least use her to provide a distraction of some sort.* The king looked down at the blue-haired lady and found she had passed out.
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Bulma awoke to the sound of clinking and the smell of something rank. It was damp where she was. Opening her eyes, she found herself sitting in the lap of Vegeta, chained by cufflinks to his arms, and his in return were chained to the wall.
*It's happening...it's happening all over again...* Bulma thrashed to and fro, screaming so loud she wondered if her lungs would burst. Slowly, through the darkness she could see ChiChi, Goku, Nappa, Turles and some of the other saiyajins waking up. They were all imprisoned.
"Will someone shut her up?!" screamed ChiChi, burying her head into Goku's whip-scarred chest. The poor man had been taken to a torture chamber, simply because some of the surrounding guards were in a particularly sadistic mood. Of course, Goku wouldn't complain. He was Goku, and at that moment he was more worried about his wife and unborn child than anything.
Vegeta, much like the others, was sick of Bulma's screaming so he clamped his mouth on hers, muffling the high pitched sounds that were being emitted. After a period of time, Bulma calmed down, ceasing her screaming and opting instead to get a taste of Vegeta before he died. After all, she had seen it - he was definitely going to die.
The king, however, couldn't really concentrate on his foretold fate while Bulma was kissing him. He toyed his tongue with hers, revelling in the citrus-like taste he was receiving, not worrying in the least that it might be the last time he got it. Vegeta pressed his hands to the sky-haired woman's chest, causing a small whimper to come out.
"Well, well, well. The happy couple."
The captive party turned to see a large, burly guard at least four feet higher than Nappa looming over them. His orange hair almost seemed to glow in the blackness of their prison room.
"Finnigan." Vegeta seethed, recognizing the guard from his last visit to the palace dungeons. Apparently Bulma recognized him too, as her eyes widened and a low growl escaped from her throat.
"My...Prince Vegeta...it's been so long since I've seen you last. Remember though, my true name is 16. Finnigan was so I blended in with the common folk." he said in an amicable tone, ignoring the growling Bulma.
"Like I give a fuck. And it's KING Vegeta now."
"You're going to have to tone down your language, 'King' Vegeta." Finnigan smirked, his machinated mouth curving upwards at just the right angle. "We're all going to take a nice trip to the throne room. Oh, and don't bother getting out of the shackles. Since you all managed to escape last time we've made some improvements as of late."
A large battalion made their way into the cell and propped the saiyajins and humans on their feet. Saiyajins were snarling; ChiChi was yelling at a guard for ruining her dress and the poor guy was clutching his head from the noise...but Bulma was silent. Shaking, but silent. There was nothing she could really do...was there? Or did she have enough power to just let loose?
*No, I can't do that...I might take out someone I don't mean to. Maybe it's best to see what happens, maybe something will change...though it doesn't look likely.*
The group travelled on ahead, Bulma putting a vice grip on Vegeta's hand when she saw what looked like a princess in a forest green dress walk by, then go over to Finnigan. You see, she had already seen this girl, and knew what she would say.
"16...what on earth is going on here? You're supposed to be training the forty-fifth battalion for attack on Runebni. Who are these people and why do they have tails..." Realization dawned on the short-haired blond, and she paled, having heard the tales of the saiyajins for many years.
"Forgive me, dear Princess Juuhachi, but this is Captain Vegeta and his crew. Her Highness Queen Papillon asked we bring them to the throne room immediately."
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Well, there you have it! Let me know what you think, please and thank you. If your wondering about the whole Finnigan/16 thing, it gets explained in the next chapter. Have a good day!