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I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
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18 looked at Finnigan, her eyes alight with keen interest. "Then I'm coming with you."
"This function is not a place for a princess."
"This WORLD is not a place for a machine to LIVE, 16." Juuhachi spat, having never liked the orange-haired android.
Finnigan merely growled and hurried the prisoners faster, though not getting rid of Princess Juuhachi, who ended up talking to one of the saiyajins Bulma didn't know about at all. On the way to the throne room, Juuhachi learned how the entire battle took place, as did the siren, who was unconscious during that long period of time.
"So, if it weren't for the gas...you would have won."
"Precisely." replied Cabbagio to Juuhachi in a bitter tone, suggesting total unfairness of the opposing force.
"I see."
The group entered the throne room, and once there, Bulma started to hyperventilate. The room was exactly how she had foreseen it, all the people wearing exactly what she remembered, whispering the exact same things and giving her the exact same looks. The multicoloured fabrics, the intricate designs...it was as if Popo's room had come alive in all its grandeur. Tapestries hung from the walls, and almost everything was inlaid with gold in some way.
Bulma, being topless, earned her many shocked, outraged and snide looks from those in the throne room. It was obvious they did not know who she was. The siren raged at this. How dare they! How dare they look upon her like some common whore when she could rip this entire place apart? How dare they look down at her like she was an old sow ready for butchering? Seething, Bulma sat down with the others, her manacles slicing her wrist slightly.
"My people!" Bulma turned to see the man she had identified as her father standing in front of a plush throne, his queen sitting beside him, fanning herself and pursing her lips in agitation.
The queen hated executions done in the palace, the ones outside were much more entertaining...there were so many more people. Not that she was malicious, it was just that she liked wide open spaces, preferably outdoors.
"You see here, sitting before you the same band of cold-blooded murderers our kingdom dealt with some years ago. You see here the 'feared' saiyajin crew, or what is left of it at least!"
The crowd roared, thrilled at the prospect of the band of pirates finally being brought down to their knees. Many civilians thought of them as demons, their tails not helping in the slightest. What would they think if they knew the saiyajins were alien to the entire galaxy, never mind the planet?
"They are weak! They are outnumbered! They have nothing left to terrify our kingdom or any other!"
Another cheer arose from the throng of people gathered there, and Vegeta's blood began to boil. His race, his prideful, strong race had been ambushed with a sneaky attack of mustard gas and another substance which couldn't be identified, blinding many of their crew, killing the ones who breathed too much in. *How can this be, that we, the saiyajins are stripped in front of a gawking crowd who doesn't possess a single brain cell? I am King Vegeta! This is what is left of our planet, we have struggled to survive for many moons and are now defeated? Never! I won't have...it...* Vegeta's thoughts were becoming enveloped with sleep, which overtook him quickly. He had planned to break free from his chains and drive a sword through King Derichi's heart...but things never work out the way people want them to, do they?
"This..." King Derichi gestured to the slumbering Vegeta. "This is their King! This tattered, sleeping idiot is their King!" He gave an evil smirk. "This tailed bastard will be the first to die!"
At that very moment, Bulma snapped. Everything she had been listening to was like fuel to the fire burning in her soul, her mind, her body. An ear-wrenching scream exploded from her mouth, so high a nearby chandelier shattered at the high pitch. The familiar aura of midnight blue surrounded her, and the siren disintegrated her chains with a small prick of ki energy. The blue-haired woman sat up, then walked, dangerously slowly towards Derichi, who's brow was lined with sweat.
Bulma turned away from him, and stood in front of him, her power reaching vast levels it had never before. All eyes were on her; everyone was too shocked to scream. Her eyes had turned an almost black colour. Some brave, and very stupid soul then yelled out from the crowd.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Bulma smirked, then laughed, her aura flickering with each shake her body made, her unrestrained breasts bouncing slightly. She made no move to cover them, she was not ashamed of herself.
"I am beauty. I am deadly beauty. I am your grim reaper, your judgement day, the seducer of souls, the murderer of thousands. I am a goddess, I am a demon, I am the true crowned princess of Irsena. I am a fighter, trained by one of the strongest saiyajins alive. I am Bulma. I am death. I am who you call the savage siren."
The entire room broke into panic. People screamed, wailed and yelled, all trying to leave as quickly as possible. *That won't do, they need to suffer.* Bulma stretched out her arm, a low and high pitch emitting from her throat simultaneously. The grand doors laden with gold and ruby all slammed shut one by one, preventing any from escaping.
Juuhachi's eyes were wide with fear, and she ran through the crowds, madly searching for her soon-to-be-husband, Krillin. When she found her diminutive love, she wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly. The princess was shaking, she wasn't from this kingdom, she was only here because her brother, Prince Juuana had been called for diplomacy matters.
While she stayed in Irsena, she had met this handsome bald knight who blushed when she blatantly told him they were going to marry come hell or high tide, just because he was so damn cute. The two got along famously, sneaking around the palace to find interesting places to make love, such as the walk-in-closet in the kitchen. The cook (poor thing) had been scarred for life when she opened the door and found them at the stage of advanced foreplay.
"Juuhachi...we're going to die, aren't we?"
"No, we can't think like that, we have to be strong. Just because she's the savage siren doesn't mean she can kill all of us. A ship is one thing, a throne room is another. She's probably running out of power as we speak." Juuhachi doubted her words as soon as they left her mouth.
Meanwhile, still in chains, ChiChi was sobbing and clinging onto Goku's shoulders, screaming about how it was all his faut that he had trained her, how everything was hopeless and they were going to go out like a light. Goku tried his best to reassure her, but nothing would pacify the screeching woman.
Vegeta had woken; no one could have ignored a power surge as huge as Bulma's was. He at first was bewildered, then shocked, then extremely pissed off that he had fallen prey to the sleep demon. Nappa and most of the other saiyajins were wide-eyed and petrified...nothing, NOTHING they had seen could prepare them for this. All except for Turles, who was simply content to enjoy the view of his masterpiece carved in flesh.
"Stop your incessant noise!!" yelled the siren, frustrated with the human race in general. Terrified, a hush fell over all who gathered there.
"...Bulma? Is it...is it really you?"
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I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
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18 looked at Finnigan, her eyes alight with keen interest. "Then I'm coming with you."
"This function is not a place for a princess."
"This WORLD is not a place for a machine to LIVE, 16." Juuhachi spat, having never liked the orange-haired android.
Finnigan merely growled and hurried the prisoners faster, though not getting rid of Princess Juuhachi, who ended up talking to one of the saiyajins Bulma didn't know about at all. On the way to the throne room, Juuhachi learned how the entire battle took place, as did the siren, who was unconscious during that long period of time.
"So, if it weren't for the gas...you would have won."
"Precisely." replied Cabbagio to Juuhachi in a bitter tone, suggesting total unfairness of the opposing force.
"I see."
The group entered the throne room, and once there, Bulma started to hyperventilate. The room was exactly how she had foreseen it, all the people wearing exactly what she remembered, whispering the exact same things and giving her the exact same looks. The multicoloured fabrics, the intricate designs...it was as if Popo's room had come alive in all its grandeur. Tapestries hung from the walls, and almost everything was inlaid with gold in some way.
Bulma, being topless, earned her many shocked, outraged and snide looks from those in the throne room. It was obvious they did not know who she was. The siren raged at this. How dare they! How dare they look upon her like some common whore when she could rip this entire place apart? How dare they look down at her like she was an old sow ready for butchering? Seething, Bulma sat down with the others, her manacles slicing her wrist slightly.
"My people!" Bulma turned to see the man she had identified as her father standing in front of a plush throne, his queen sitting beside him, fanning herself and pursing her lips in agitation.
The queen hated executions done in the palace, the ones outside were much more entertaining...there were so many more people. Not that she was malicious, it was just that she liked wide open spaces, preferably outdoors.
"You see here, sitting before you the same band of cold-blooded murderers our kingdom dealt with some years ago. You see here the 'feared' saiyajin crew, or what is left of it at least!"
The crowd roared, thrilled at the prospect of the band of pirates finally being brought down to their knees. Many civilians thought of them as demons, their tails not helping in the slightest. What would they think if they knew the saiyajins were alien to the entire galaxy, never mind the planet?
"They are weak! They are outnumbered! They have nothing left to terrify our kingdom or any other!"
Another cheer arose from the throng of people gathered there, and Vegeta's blood began to boil. His race, his prideful, strong race had been ambushed with a sneaky attack of mustard gas and another substance which couldn't be identified, blinding many of their crew, killing the ones who breathed too much in. *How can this be, that we, the saiyajins are stripped in front of a gawking crowd who doesn't possess a single brain cell? I am King Vegeta! This is what is left of our planet, we have struggled to survive for many moons and are now defeated? Never! I won't have...it...* Vegeta's thoughts were becoming enveloped with sleep, which overtook him quickly. He had planned to break free from his chains and drive a sword through King Derichi's heart...but things never work out the way people want them to, do they?
"This..." King Derichi gestured to the slumbering Vegeta. "This is their King! This tattered, sleeping idiot is their King!" He gave an evil smirk. "This tailed bastard will be the first to die!"
At that very moment, Bulma snapped. Everything she had been listening to was like fuel to the fire burning in her soul, her mind, her body. An ear-wrenching scream exploded from her mouth, so high a nearby chandelier shattered at the high pitch. The familiar aura of midnight blue surrounded her, and the siren disintegrated her chains with a small prick of ki energy. The blue-haired woman sat up, then walked, dangerously slowly towards Derichi, who's brow was lined with sweat.
Bulma turned away from him, and stood in front of him, her power reaching vast levels it had never before. All eyes were on her; everyone was too shocked to scream. Her eyes had turned an almost black colour. Some brave, and very stupid soul then yelled out from the crowd.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Bulma smirked, then laughed, her aura flickering with each shake her body made, her unrestrained breasts bouncing slightly. She made no move to cover them, she was not ashamed of herself.
"I am beauty. I am deadly beauty. I am your grim reaper, your judgement day, the seducer of souls, the murderer of thousands. I am a goddess, I am a demon, I am the true crowned princess of Irsena. I am a fighter, trained by one of the strongest saiyajins alive. I am Bulma. I am death. I am who you call the savage siren."
The entire room broke into panic. People screamed, wailed and yelled, all trying to leave as quickly as possible. *That won't do, they need to suffer.* Bulma stretched out her arm, a low and high pitch emitting from her throat simultaneously. The grand doors laden with gold and ruby all slammed shut one by one, preventing any from escaping.
Juuhachi's eyes were wide with fear, and she ran through the crowds, madly searching for her soon-to-be-husband, Krillin. When she found her diminutive love, she wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly. The princess was shaking, she wasn't from this kingdom, she was only here because her brother, Prince Juuana had been called for diplomacy matters.
While she stayed in Irsena, she had met this handsome bald knight who blushed when she blatantly told him they were going to marry come hell or high tide, just because he was so damn cute. The two got along famously, sneaking around the palace to find interesting places to make love, such as the walk-in-closet in the kitchen. The cook (poor thing) had been scarred for life when she opened the door and found them at the stage of advanced foreplay.
"Juuhachi...we're going to die, aren't we?"
"No, we can't think like that, we have to be strong. Just because she's the savage siren doesn't mean she can kill all of us. A ship is one thing, a throne room is another. She's probably running out of power as we speak." Juuhachi doubted her words as soon as they left her mouth.
Meanwhile, still in chains, ChiChi was sobbing and clinging onto Goku's shoulders, screaming about how it was all his faut that he had trained her, how everything was hopeless and they were going to go out like a light. Goku tried his best to reassure her, but nothing would pacify the screeching woman.
Vegeta had woken; no one could have ignored a power surge as huge as Bulma's was. He at first was bewildered, then shocked, then extremely pissed off that he had fallen prey to the sleep demon. Nappa and most of the other saiyajins were wide-eyed and petrified...nothing, NOTHING they had seen could prepare them for this. All except for Turles, who was simply content to enjoy the view of his masterpiece carved in flesh.
"Stop your incessant noise!!" yelled the siren, frustrated with the human race in general. Terrified, a hush fell over all who gathered there.
"...Bulma? Is it...is it really you?"
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