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A ship is no place for a woman

Chapter 1: Capture

"Onwards men!" Vegeta stood at the bow of the ship, the black flag billowing in the wind behind his dark countenance. "This will be the biggest heist that we have ever pulled! Then it we will be retiring to Seychelles!"

The crew roared their approval. Vegeta smirked at this; they would follow him to the ends of the earth after all they were picked by his very own hands, only the best was good for him. He could feel the adrenaline flowing through his body like hellfire in anticipation for the fight ahead, this is what he lived for. What captain could ask for more? He was going to steal the most prized piece of treasure on the high seas or at least the means to, and if he was going to stop pirating he was going out with a blast

"Fire the first round of cannons!!" The Empire ship was bombarded, the mast was on an angle and torrents of water shot up into the air where the cannons failed to hit their targets.

"Damn it! Nappa, full sails, they are trying to outrun us!"

"Aye, aye captain!"

Pulling along side the prey, the side of the Saiyan Warrior collided with the Empire ship jolting it slightly causing a huge spray of water to fall down onto them. As soon as the ship steadied Vegeta grabbed onto an overhanging rope and swung himself over the gulf between the ships and landed on the deck gracefully like a cat. The other members of his crew either followed his example or launched grappling hooks to climb onto the vessel.

Vegeta pulled two sabres from his waist and let out a feral roar, the men backed away from him. Cowards, he thought, I have not even begun and they are backing away from me. He charged into the throng. The clashing of swords and pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

As the fight commenced ten guys circled round Vegeta, slamming both of his sabres into the wood of the deck Vegeta used them to support himself as he swung round to kick all the men down in one go. Vegeta smirked as he saw Nappa nearby with his eyebrows raised "So what did you think of that Nappa?"

"A little bit over done, don't you think"

Then someone tried to attack the giant swinging a knife at him. Nappa caught the blade in between his teeth, snarling at the smaller man, then while the petrified fool still held onto the knife Nappa tossed him with only a flip of his head.

"Aren't you the hypocrite Nappa" the only reply Vegeta got was a self-satisfied smile, like the cat got the cream.

Soon the fight was over, the empire soldiers either slaughtered or captured to be sold as slaves. Now, Vegeta thought, is the time to get the last Dragonball.

The door was thrown open and a middle aged sailor stood at the entrance. "What do you think you are doing entering my room without knocking? I may have not been dressed–"

"A pirate Ship has been spotted" he cried, cutting her of in mid screech. "You best stay here and don't come out for anything, Lady Bulma".

Cannon blasts could now be heard and the ship was flung to the right, presumably one of the cannons had hit its intended target. Bulma waited for the fight to end, she had heard of the tales of what pirates did to their captives, especially to the women. Then all was quiet she thought that maybe they were scared off.

That was clearly not he case as the cabin door slammed open to reveal a large man with dark, stringy hair dressed in red breeches with a white shirt. "Well, well, well what have we got here?" the man said. Bulma balked away from him, she then noticed two men other men behind him. One was a giant of a man, wearing a pair of black breeches and boots.

However that was not what caught her attention, the other man was a lot smaller in stature, and his strong legs were in cased in dark brown pants and shoes she noticed as he advanced towards her. Her eyes widened as her gaze fixed upon his chest, you could see the muscles bulging nearly out of his shirt. What added to the affect was the shirt was not laced properly so that she could see his tanned chest contrasted with the white, making him look dark and exotic. Her eyes then rose, the dying lantern light emphasised the hard angles in face. She then saw his hair it stood straight up in the shape of a flame adding to the exotic affect.

"Have you had your fill yet Woman?" Bulma shook herself out of her trance, only to find the man that she was admiring smirking at her arrogantly.

"You bloody asshole" she retorted

"Such vile language from such a lovely mouth is offensive," he complained, but amusement lit his features.

"I'll have quite a bit more to say when I report you to the authorities"

"Ahh but will you be able to reach them?" the man asked, but clearly he was not waiting for an answer, "this ship is about to sink with you on it or you could either go nicely with me aboard my ship."

So it was his ship, therefore his fault, while Bulma was in deep thought the pirate placed a hand on her wrist, and she twisted away in fury. How dare such a filthy creature touch her.

"I would rather stay here than go with a barbarian like you, anyway the ship seems to be holding"

The deck tilted suddenly, and she felt herself skidding into his arms. She started to struggle when he picked her up, feet dangling in the air kicking helplessly.

"God damnit Woman would you stop squirming! Do you want to die?" Bulma fell silent at this and that was all he needed to position her better against himself. He walked out of the room quickly towards the side of the ship. At this angle she could see at least ten crew members that all lay motionless on the wooden floor to stay like that in eternal slumber. Suddenly she felt him lift his leg, then with a start she realised that he was climbing onto the railing.

"What do you think you are doing? Put me down"

"Look beneath you" he ordered

She saw a dark mass of churning sea. "Can you swim?" he asked. At this she shook her head furiously. He changed her position so he could freely hold the rope in his other hand.

"Hold onto my neck tightly", the moment that she tightened her hands onto his neck he jumped off the rail. At first she felt as if they were floating through dark nothingness, waiting for the splash when they would inevitability fall into the sea, closing her eyes in fear. Then suddenly she heard a thud and nearly flew from her protector's arms.

She opened her eyes slowly and she saw that she was aboard his ship, surrounded by the pirate crew. Finally she turned towards the captain of the vessel. He had that damnable smirk on again, probably laughing inside about the way she acted, ohh that man was just insufferable.

"You're crazed," she said bluntly.