Alrighty now, here is the second chapter. I know some of you are confused as to what is going on, and so I was quite pleased with myself as I read the reviews and cackled evilly in my head, for fear of being heard by my mother and brother. Insert odd look here It will all be explained soon, so don't worry.

Oh, and I've given everyone names with meaning. So if you wish to know what they all are, they are foundat behindthename. com under the heading Arabic.

Sayyid is referred to as several things. These I will place in such a fashion that you can see the meaning also. They may or may not be used, but I will place them here in case I do. The one I will use is Khwaja.

Faizel – a Judge

Hakim – Wise (Though for this purpose, I'm making it 'Wise One')

Hanan – Mercy, Compassion

Harith – Good Provider

Imam – Leader

Khwaja – Master, Owner

Mirza – Prince

Mukhtar – Chosen

Mustafa – The Chosen One

LAST TIME…

"Y-you…You are Sayyid?" she asked, gulping again and trying to stop the blush from flushing into her cheek.

"Yes, I Am." he told her, after watching her for a moment.

"Oh…okay…" her heart was still pounding in her chest, and no doubt he could feel it as he massaged one breast in a hot hand. Sayyid leaned down and kissed her passionately, yet in a way it was slightly slobbery, and tasted a bit like wine and the gritty sand.

Just then, the tent flap opened and bathed them in a shower of blinding light.

"Abd-Al-Aziz! What in the name of Kami are you doing!" roared the black-clad figure, his voice nothing but a snarl and had an almost British accent…

CHAPTER 2

He's not who you think he is…

"Sayyid!" the man with Bulma yelped, and then immediately leapt off her and into the sand on the floor of the tent, bowing deeply. His arms were outstretched as he kneeled, his palms flat on the sand and his forehead in the warm grains. "Forgive me, Khwaja!"

"Abd-Al-Aziz, you are a pathetic weakling. I have given you many-a-chance to redeem yourself for your sins. You are nothing but a disgrace to us. You will be given your punishment this evening. Furthermore, you will not have any rations for the next two days."

"Yes, Mukhtar." the man kissed each of the leathered boots of the figure in front of him, and spoke a few words of prayer and apology before climbing to his feet, yet keeping a bow from his waist. He never once turned his back on the leader he addressed as he shamefully moved out of the tent.

This 'Khwaja' soon turned to Bulma, who had spit out the grainy sand from the kiss, and was now staring at this new man in sheer awe of his power. He seemed to radiate it, even though he was much shorter than the other black-clad male.

Bulma could have sworn she saw a golden glow just throbbing around him, creating that dull hum in her ears that's he seemingly couldn't get rid of. The air around him just seemed to shimmer and sparkle in gold, even though there was no such thing around him. It must have been a result of the crash, she reasoned.

Clearing her throat, she got to her feet, finding he was only an inch or two taller than her. But she was pushed back down just by the sheer blood curdling coldness in his voice.

"HOW DARE YOU STAND IN MY PRESCENCE! Sit down this instant before I literally make you a head shorter!" he snarled, one hand on the khopesh at his side.

(A/N: If you don't know what a khopesh is, you can find it here: http/members. )

Yelping much like the man did before her, Bulma promptly fell on her behind, and luckily onto the cushions. The man glared at her darkly, and surprisingly, he was given the same glare back as she got to her feet without his permission.

"Listen here, buster! I don't have to take this shit from the likes of you!" she screeched in return, making wince at the shrill pitch of her voice. As she continued shrieking, Sayyid walked out of the tent and into the harsh sunlight, where he complained of a headache to no one in particular.

"HEY! You come back here!" Bulma yelled, and ran out after him after realizing he wasn't there anymore. "I'm not done with you yet, you smelly ape!"

"Excuse me, but I'm the one who just bathed. I'd call you the 'smelly ape,' but frankly you don't have enough hair for it. Oh well, you at least have the scent." he retorted, and then pointed to another tent in the campsite. "Go in there. There is a bathing facility."

She didn't need to be told twice as she kicked up her own dust storm, racing for the tent. A full hour and a half later, she emerged, sighing at the fact the white cotton garment she was now wearing was protecting her skin from the bright light. Even more thankful for the fact that Juu had wrapped the headdress around her for further protection, as well as kohl around her eyes, Bulma placed her sunglasses on as well and strode around like she owned the place.

"You there! Get me some water!" Bulma growled, and the man scrambled around helplessly to find his water bladder to offer her. After she was done with it, she screwed it back up and unceremoniously dumped it on his head, much to the amusement of 18, who was chuckling from afar.

MEANWHILE…

The real Sayyid was pacing the length of the tent, while Khayri stood in one spot, watching him.

"Kakarot, what am I going to do with her? That blue wench, I mean." he growled, not stopping in his pacing.

"I do not know, Hakim." Goku replied, with a slight bow of his head in respect. "But I do know that your pacing will not solve anything. So perhaps you should calm yourself, Sayyid, and relax. I will go and talk to her." as Sayyid's advisor, Goku was trusted with many things that the others were not.

Agreeing to it, the shorter man gave a wave of his hand. "Very well. As long as I don't have to hear that infernal shrieking again, then I will be happy." wandering over to the pile of cushions that served as his bed, Sayyid laid down amongst them. Bowing deeply, Goku left in search of Bulma.

END CHAPTER…

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