*********Episode 15**********
***Porcelain Doll Blues part 1***
Another zural, another tournament coming.
Bardock and Tora hadn't stopped going to the training room after hours every night, but their pace had decreased greatly. Bardock felt more confident in his natural abilities, so he didn't attempt to kill himself trying to get stronger.
Tora explained his reason for telling Nipper some of Bardock's moves: He was a bastard.
"But what's so bad about that," Bardock immediately asked. "My dad died before I-"
"Mine didn't," Tora whispered. He seemed extremely nervous, even in the sound-proof hall.
"I don't get it."
"That's because its so unheard of in our society. Mates remain with their mates, even if they hate them, especially since males outnumber the females three to one." Tora leaned closer and whispered softer. "Bastards are considered lower then the lowest of classes. They are scum! That's why my mother mated with another Sayin right away, so I wouldn't be found out."
Bardock nodded, understanding now why Tora so easily sympathized with him. "So, do ya know who your father is?"
Tora looked down uncomfortably. Bardock's brow furrowed. "If ya don't wanna tell, me . . ."
"Rubaru," Tora admitted. "Rubaru is my biological father."
Bardock's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "RUBARU!?!?!" Tora waved his arms for quiet. "Does he know who you are?"
"Yes, but he leaves me alone. If I'm found out, so is he, and mating with a woman of lower class is even more scandalous."
"Just so that the readers on the net have it straight (and me too), what is the lowest in our society?"
"Half breeds."
Agreeing to keep the night training to themselves, Bardock and Tora both held back on their day-time sessions in PE. In history, Bardock struggled, but in Strategy and Logic, Bardock had top marks. All of his teachers predicted he'd be a general in a Third Class Commando Army someday.
Third class Sayins respected Bardock far more then before the tourny. Girls nearly twice Bardock's age flirted with him, boys half his age idolized him. Never had such a low level achieved such status.
But there was one that made Bardock uneasy. A couple of months before the next tournament, a new third class boy arrived. His name was Terrack, and he seemed to be stalking Bardock. It got him creeped out all the time. And it didn't help matters that Terrack moved into the sam paddock, and in the bunck across Bardock and Tora.
"Maybe he has a crush on you," suggested Tora playfully. "You're going to be a real heart-breaker as you grow, eh?"
"I ain't foolin'," Bardock warned. "Can you find out what he wants?"
"Ya mean beat it out of him?"
"Just scare him, okay?"
Tora snapped his fingers. "Darn! Kill-joy!"
After class one day, when free time had started, Terrack followed Bardock out of the room as usual. Tora crept up behind the boy and grabbed his midsection. "Alright kid! I want answers, and I want them now!"
"Let go," Terrack shouted, struggling to evade Tora's bear hug. But Tora only tightened it, and raised his arms to get a better grasp.
Suddenly, Tora's face went blue, his eyes huge, and his pupils tiny. Terrack's face went pink. "You . . . YOU PERVERT!!!!" He flipped Tora over his head so Tora landed on his back. But, strangely, Tora seemed frozen in place.
Bardock rushed closer to Tora. "What's up?"
Tora's voice had raised about half an octive. "He's . . . he's . . . he's got boobs!!"
Bardock's face snapped up in surprise! "Who-" But he then got a better look at Terrack. The boy was about five feet tall, skinny, and had purple hair. "No way!"
Terrack smirked. "I wanted to tell you when you were alone, but this baka follows you more then I do!" The new student took off her head band and let her shoulder length hair fall.
Bardock's eyes bulged. "ZUCINA!?!?!"
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"What the HELL are you doing here," cried Bardock. "Of all the women in this world . . . I heard you went to beauty school!"
Zucina's smirk disappeared. "I graduated with honors," she said sarcastically, "only because I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You can't imagine the girls you meet in that bloody place!"
Tora stood up, his face a little red, and his tail twitching. "Love your accent, babe. You felt kind of tight; do you tape bust or something?"
Zucina blushed crimson and glared at him. "Tell me, Bardock-kun, why do you hang out with such a horrid person?"
Bardock shook his head. Zucina gave him an odder impression then last time. "What happened? Why're you here?"
Zucina looked down. "That's a long story."
"I'm willing to hear it."
"Yes, I did go to beauty school; Madame Baskerville's School of Ediquette. But she was a real monster. I only stayed for one zural before I escaped. But before I left they locked this green bracelet on me that prevented me from using my powers.
"Naturally, went I arrived home, my parents were more then displeased. It was only then that I learned of yours and Cole's predicament. They refused to remove the bracelet, and continued my training of manners at home. The only one who showed me any kind of compassion was my dear, dear nanny, Aspa. At least she taught me more worth while things, and at my leisure!
"Still, I prayed every day to every kami in the universe to give me some redemption from my hellhole! I at least wanted to be able to soar up in the sky once again on my own ki! It wasn't for lack of trying! But my father and mother had me under lock and key!
"Finally, a couple days ago, I thought I'd be trapped in that world forever . . ."
Aspa, Quenzian servent of Zucina, searched through the girl's racks and racks of dresses. "Mistress must look nice for suitors. Mistress must look best." The small, blue alien ultimately picked up a fancy magenta and gold dress and ran with it to Zucina.
Zucina was in her underslip and nylons. She stared at her own reflection in disgust. "Why do I have to mate now? I'm only a little over five zurals old!"
"Mistress Zucina is ripe, though," argued Aspa good-naturedly.
"RIPE!?! For Goddess' sake!"
Aspa flinched at the violent outburst. "Aspa sorry, Mistress! Aspa sorry!"
Zucina's eyes turned to cold fire as her eyes landed on the dress. "I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I Want Out I WANT OUT!!!!"
Aspa fussed with Zicina's hair in a frightened manner. "Mistress must stay calm! Mistress will get in trouble again."
"I DON'T CARE!!!!" Zucina fell to the floor, nearly in tears. "I'm being forced into intimacy before I'm ready! I'll have to . . . to . . . make love to a man I won't even love!"
Aspa held her ward's hands like a gentle mother. "Zucina-sama mustn't forget, she may find her true love."
"True love is only in your stories! And this proves it!"
"Mistress must calm down." She lifted Zucina's chin so their eyes were facing each other. "Now, sing a song, and get dressed. Aspa will help."
Zucina stood up reluctantly and held up her arms. Aspa elevated the dress and slipped it on as Zucina sang:
Yes, the pretty face,
Yes, the sunny smile,
Yes, each hair in place,
And yes, she can be guile
Proper and polite
Never makes a wave
Born just to delight
And bred to behave
But she is more than this,
There's a mind in the body of this pretty miss
She is more then this
So much more, so much more
She is more then this
Aspa straightened the dress. "Such a nice voice Mistress has! Now, for your make-up." She escorted Zucina to the dresser.
Outwardly she's free
Inwardly she's bound
Given half a chance,
She might prove profound
Spirit building up**
Constantly suppressed**
Has a point of view
That needs be expressed
But she is more than this,
There's a mind in the body of this pretty miss
She is more then this
So much more, so much more
She is more then this*
Zucina stared at her new reflection. Her face was white and painted elegantly, clipped on jewels bedecked her, her hair was fluffed and sparkling, and her gown flowed down her shoulders perfectly accenting her soft features. In a word, Zucina truly was beautiful.
"What does Mistress think?"
She frowned mournfully. "I believe I'm nothing more then a porcelain doll my parents want to sell. Aspa, I have to get out of here."
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* - "More Then This" from The Theif and the Cobbler
** - I rewrote these lines
Hi everyone! Zucina here!
Most of the men after me want to mate , but I choose the only one with an earring. Aspa believes maybe I can undo my bracelet clasp with the metal! Its worth a try! But if I escape, what do I do? Who do I turn to?
Next time on DragonballBC: Porcelain Doll Blues part 2
***Porcelain Doll Blues part 1***
Another zural, another tournament coming.
Bardock and Tora hadn't stopped going to the training room after hours every night, but their pace had decreased greatly. Bardock felt more confident in his natural abilities, so he didn't attempt to kill himself trying to get stronger.
Tora explained his reason for telling Nipper some of Bardock's moves: He was a bastard.
"But what's so bad about that," Bardock immediately asked. "My dad died before I-"
"Mine didn't," Tora whispered. He seemed extremely nervous, even in the sound-proof hall.
"I don't get it."
"That's because its so unheard of in our society. Mates remain with their mates, even if they hate them, especially since males outnumber the females three to one." Tora leaned closer and whispered softer. "Bastards are considered lower then the lowest of classes. They are scum! That's why my mother mated with another Sayin right away, so I wouldn't be found out."
Bardock nodded, understanding now why Tora so easily sympathized with him. "So, do ya know who your father is?"
Tora looked down uncomfortably. Bardock's brow furrowed. "If ya don't wanna tell, me . . ."
"Rubaru," Tora admitted. "Rubaru is my biological father."
Bardock's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "RUBARU!?!?!" Tora waved his arms for quiet. "Does he know who you are?"
"Yes, but he leaves me alone. If I'm found out, so is he, and mating with a woman of lower class is even more scandalous."
"Just so that the readers on the net have it straight (and me too), what is the lowest in our society?"
"Half breeds."
Agreeing to keep the night training to themselves, Bardock and Tora both held back on their day-time sessions in PE. In history, Bardock struggled, but in Strategy and Logic, Bardock had top marks. All of his teachers predicted he'd be a general in a Third Class Commando Army someday.
Third class Sayins respected Bardock far more then before the tourny. Girls nearly twice Bardock's age flirted with him, boys half his age idolized him. Never had such a low level achieved such status.
But there was one that made Bardock uneasy. A couple of months before the next tournament, a new third class boy arrived. His name was Terrack, and he seemed to be stalking Bardock. It got him creeped out all the time. And it didn't help matters that Terrack moved into the sam paddock, and in the bunck across Bardock and Tora.
"Maybe he has a crush on you," suggested Tora playfully. "You're going to be a real heart-breaker as you grow, eh?"
"I ain't foolin'," Bardock warned. "Can you find out what he wants?"
"Ya mean beat it out of him?"
"Just scare him, okay?"
Tora snapped his fingers. "Darn! Kill-joy!"
After class one day, when free time had started, Terrack followed Bardock out of the room as usual. Tora crept up behind the boy and grabbed his midsection. "Alright kid! I want answers, and I want them now!"
"Let go," Terrack shouted, struggling to evade Tora's bear hug. But Tora only tightened it, and raised his arms to get a better grasp.
Suddenly, Tora's face went blue, his eyes huge, and his pupils tiny. Terrack's face went pink. "You . . . YOU PERVERT!!!!" He flipped Tora over his head so Tora landed on his back. But, strangely, Tora seemed frozen in place.
Bardock rushed closer to Tora. "What's up?"
Tora's voice had raised about half an octive. "He's . . . he's . . . he's got boobs!!"
Bardock's face snapped up in surprise! "Who-" But he then got a better look at Terrack. The boy was about five feet tall, skinny, and had purple hair. "No way!"
Terrack smirked. "I wanted to tell you when you were alone, but this baka follows you more then I do!" The new student took off her head band and let her shoulder length hair fall.
Bardock's eyes bulged. "ZUCINA!?!?!"
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"What the HELL are you doing here," cried Bardock. "Of all the women in this world . . . I heard you went to beauty school!"
Zucina's smirk disappeared. "I graduated with honors," she said sarcastically, "only because I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You can't imagine the girls you meet in that bloody place!"
Tora stood up, his face a little red, and his tail twitching. "Love your accent, babe. You felt kind of tight; do you tape bust or something?"
Zucina blushed crimson and glared at him. "Tell me, Bardock-kun, why do you hang out with such a horrid person?"
Bardock shook his head. Zucina gave him an odder impression then last time. "What happened? Why're you here?"
Zucina looked down. "That's a long story."
"I'm willing to hear it."
"Yes, I did go to beauty school; Madame Baskerville's School of Ediquette. But she was a real monster. I only stayed for one zural before I escaped. But before I left they locked this green bracelet on me that prevented me from using my powers.
"Naturally, went I arrived home, my parents were more then displeased. It was only then that I learned of yours and Cole's predicament. They refused to remove the bracelet, and continued my training of manners at home. The only one who showed me any kind of compassion was my dear, dear nanny, Aspa. At least she taught me more worth while things, and at my leisure!
"Still, I prayed every day to every kami in the universe to give me some redemption from my hellhole! I at least wanted to be able to soar up in the sky once again on my own ki! It wasn't for lack of trying! But my father and mother had me under lock and key!
"Finally, a couple days ago, I thought I'd be trapped in that world forever . . ."
Aspa, Quenzian servent of Zucina, searched through the girl's racks and racks of dresses. "Mistress must look nice for suitors. Mistress must look best." The small, blue alien ultimately picked up a fancy magenta and gold dress and ran with it to Zucina.
Zucina was in her underslip and nylons. She stared at her own reflection in disgust. "Why do I have to mate now? I'm only a little over five zurals old!"
"Mistress Zucina is ripe, though," argued Aspa good-naturedly.
"RIPE!?! For Goddess' sake!"
Aspa flinched at the violent outburst. "Aspa sorry, Mistress! Aspa sorry!"
Zucina's eyes turned to cold fire as her eyes landed on the dress. "I want out I want out I want out I want out I want out I Want Out I WANT OUT!!!!"
Aspa fussed with Zicina's hair in a frightened manner. "Mistress must stay calm! Mistress will get in trouble again."
"I DON'T CARE!!!!" Zucina fell to the floor, nearly in tears. "I'm being forced into intimacy before I'm ready! I'll have to . . . to . . . make love to a man I won't even love!"
Aspa held her ward's hands like a gentle mother. "Zucina-sama mustn't forget, she may find her true love."
"True love is only in your stories! And this proves it!"
"Mistress must calm down." She lifted Zucina's chin so their eyes were facing each other. "Now, sing a song, and get dressed. Aspa will help."
Zucina stood up reluctantly and held up her arms. Aspa elevated the dress and slipped it on as Zucina sang:
Yes, the pretty face,
Yes, the sunny smile,
Yes, each hair in place,
And yes, she can be guile
Proper and polite
Never makes a wave
Born just to delight
And bred to behave
But she is more than this,
There's a mind in the body of this pretty miss
She is more then this
So much more, so much more
She is more then this
Aspa straightened the dress. "Such a nice voice Mistress has! Now, for your make-up." She escorted Zucina to the dresser.
Outwardly she's free
Inwardly she's bound
Given half a chance,
She might prove profound
Spirit building up**
Constantly suppressed**
Has a point of view
That needs be expressed
But she is more than this,
There's a mind in the body of this pretty miss
She is more then this
So much more, so much more
She is more then this*
Zucina stared at her new reflection. Her face was white and painted elegantly, clipped on jewels bedecked her, her hair was fluffed and sparkling, and her gown flowed down her shoulders perfectly accenting her soft features. In a word, Zucina truly was beautiful.
"What does Mistress think?"
She frowned mournfully. "I believe I'm nothing more then a porcelain doll my parents want to sell. Aspa, I have to get out of here."
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* - "More Then This" from The Theif and the Cobbler
** - I rewrote these lines
Hi everyone! Zucina here!
Most of the men after me want to mate , but I choose the only one with an earring. Aspa believes maybe I can undo my bracelet clasp with the metal! Its worth a try! But if I escape, what do I do? Who do I turn to?
Next time on DragonballBC: Porcelain Doll Blues part 2