Author's Note – New update! Yay! I've been working with my Pandi-bear on this one, and I finally got around to writing it! I hope that everyone who has been waiting, enjoys this! I love you all!
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SilverWing145 – Yeah, I try not to make my female characters codependent on the leading men! Especially with Bulma, she has a tough-girl attitude, and I try to stick with that. It's very important to me to keep them in character, and I'm glad someone notices! You are a great faithful reviewer, and I hope you like this one!
PunkOnna – Yeah! POTC RULES!! It is what partially inspired this fic, and I watched it a thousand times, not only to stare at Johnny Depp, but to watch the different pirate characters and such to see how they interact and stuff! If I could see Vejita as any other fictional character, I see him as a pirate. Isn't he sexy?!
Princess Bulma – Thanks for reviewing girl! Another faithful one and I love y'all so much! Keep on rocking and reviewing! ;)
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VidelChan313 – Yup! Yamcha was a pirate! I thought that he would be another guy cute as a pirate! I dunno, I think I made Bulma's line a little corny in that scene! I might rewrite that part just to make it sound right…but I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm always happy to hear that my story makes people laugh!
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Just by the noise filling his ears, he knew where he was. But it took opening his eyes and actually seeing his sanctuary for him to believe it.
"So, you've finally decided to awaken. Good." a dark voice cut the eerie blackness, and he quickly sat up and spun his head around toward where had heard the voice.
"Wh…where am I? Who are you?" Yamcha immediately inquired, only making the dark man chuckle.
"Why, dear boy, how could you ever forget me?" the dark voice answered. Then, Yamcha heard him stand up and walk from the shadows towards the one bit of candlelight that illuminated the whole room with an eerie glow.
The haunting light revealed a tall, looming man with long, pure white colored hair that fell to his ankles, but was pulled out of his face by a ponytail. He had piercing crimson eyes and a slender, but strong figure. His face, though young in age, revealed much maturity. He could tell by the aura that surrounded him that he was a pirate. But his attire said more of aristocrat origins. And to corroborate that image, he held a half-full wineglass between his fingers in his right hand. Yes, he knew this man. No one else had the blood-red eyes he had, and this is why they called him the Devil, the second most terrifying pirate on the face of the Earth.
"Caspian." Were the first words that were able to leave Yamcha's mouth as he stood to his feet, he didn't know from defense or reverence. A wicked smile crossed the man's lips as he pulled a lit cigarette to his lips. How it got lit, he did not know.
Releasing the smoke from his lips, he smirked once more at the boy.
"Yamcha, please. You know I haven't used that name in years."
"Yeah, I know. You go by The Devil now."
"Have I not earned that sobriquet?"
"No, you definitely live up to it."
Chuckling once more, he took a long drag of his cigarette, and released it slowly.
"Please, take a seat Yamcha. We have business to attend to."
Looking warily at the chair, Yamcha took a few steps toward it, pulled it out, and then sat down. His pirate friend did the same, switching the hand in which he held his cigar.
" I trust you bring me valuable information?"
"The information you want."
"Precisely."
"Do you have a map?"
A smirk befell the devil's lips, then he laughed.
"My dear boy, I am not an amateur pirate. Of course I have maps. Cerberus, bring us the map of the Atlantic."
Obediantly, the black panther-like creature that had been lounging in the corner, rose to all fours and stealthily over to a cabinet, wherein he jumped up onto two legs, swung the doors open with is paws, and pulled out a rolled-up map with his sharp, carnivorous teeth. Cerberus dropped the map onto the table, and after receiving a few congratulatory pets from his master, returned to the corner in which he slumbered.
Yamcha watched the cat, dumbfounded. Panthers were the most wild creatures on earth, so how on earth do you tame one? Cerberus held no collar on his neck, and Caspian held no leash. The crimson-eyed pirate looked over to him with an amused twinkle in his eye.
" Don't mind Cerberus, Yamcha. He's just harmless kitty."
"Harmless…right…"
And why did he call him Cerberus? Wasn't that the ferocious, tri-headed demon dog that guarded the entrance to hell?
And just as if the "kitty" could read his mind, it opened a yellow cat eye to him. The young sailor suddenly felt like a sitting duck. It watched him carefully as if to bore a hole into him, making him very uncomfortable all of the sudden and like a lamb to the slaughter. So he swallowed nervously, and began.
"Okay, he had made plans to take this route, here" he started, narrating with finger. " and head towards New Providence."
"New Providence…now that's interesting. So unlike Vejita…" the devil whispered to himself.
"But then he called us all back to a meeting and said that the route must be changed."
"Turning tail from the British navy does not sound like him. He must carry precious cargo if he's wanting to avoid them."
"He believes that he is."
This interested Caspian, so he arched an eyebrow while taking another drag on his cigarette.
"You have heard of the Sapphirine Orbs?"
"Who hasn't?"
"He has been after them for years with absolutely no leads. He ravaged and pillaged every town, looking for clues to their whereabouts. No luck. Any man who told him it was a myth was cut down by his blade."
"That does sound like him."
"The whole crew believed that he was going mad, until we raided the ship of Sir James de Barlow. There was a girl that he captured with eyes as blue as the pure Mediterranean. Then, he found a poem with her."
"And you stole that poem, did you?"
Smiling, Yamcha pulled a torn and rugged scrap of paper from his pocket. The only thing he'd kept from the storm. He slid it over to the crimson pirate, who snatched it up and read it while taking another drag.
"Ah, so the old boy finally did it, eh?"
"He believes he has, and that's why he's going to New Providence."
"To see Devona."
"Exactly."
Looking at the poem once more, the Demon let a smirk once more grace his lips. He could easily kill two birds with one stone, and murder was his specialty.
"Sir Yamcha, I am ever grateful for this valuable information you gave me, however," Caspian began, standing from his chair, and dropping his cigarette to the floor.
"I must erase all evidence of this conversation with you." Then he crushed the cigarette underfoot, causing Yamcha's heart to race.
"You wouldn't…not after I…" he defended himself once more, standing to his feet and backing away. Just as Yamcha stood, so did the tiger that had been keeping an eye on him.
"Have I not already thanked you, good sir? But your usefulness has ended to me now, and useless things must not be kept around. Cerberus?"
Bulma softly groaned as she rolled onto her back. She immediately became suspicious when the surface she rolled onto was hard. Wait, wasn't she in the middle of the ocean?
'Have I died? Did I really die out there? Am I in heaven?'
She dreaded to open her eyes. She was in too much pain to deal with God right now. Wait…weren't you supposed to have no pain when you went to heaven? So what if this isn't in heaven?
'What if I'm not in heaven? What if I went to…the other place?'
Now she really didn't want to open her eyes. But it wasn't hot like everyone says it is. But maybe it wasn't really hot there. Maybe she was in purgatory. Oh, god, that's where she just was, wasn't it?
'Well, I won't really know unless I open my eyes.'
But there was no need to open her eyes, because the voice she heard next told her exactly where she was.
"So, you thought you could run away, did you? Heh, you should have known better."
'Nope. Still in hell.'
The lady opened her cerulean blue orbs and slowly sat up, glaring at her captor.
"It was worth a shot." She retorted.
"And this would be the second time I've saved you're life. You're lucky I don't ask for much."
"Obviously your definition of lucky and mine differ." She looked down at her new clothes. The evil pirate had actually been nice enough to give her new clothes, and they were quality clothes. It was a blue Victorian style dress with a very low neckline and a bodice that hugged her figure until it hung loose to her ankles.
She stood up in surprise, causing the Dragon to smirk. He knew that dress would be good for something, and damn did it look good on her.
"What am I wearing?!" she proclaimed both her eyes and hands feeling the dress.
"I should think that you, of all people, would recognize fine attire when you wore it."
She shot a hot look over to him.
"I'm worried about why I'm wearing it."
"You women need an occasion to wear a dress? I could have left you in those scrap of clothes that you had before."
"That you gave me!"
He smirked once more, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Pushing himself from the wall he was leaning on, he began to walk towards her.
"Was it you that dressed me?" she inquired of him, she wasn't going to be intimidated by his evil-eye tactics, but his smirk only widened as he closed the distance between them.
"Of course it was me. If I would have let someone else do it, they might have hurt you."
"And you have better plans?" she didn't realize that now she was talking in a whisper.
"I wouldn't dream of hurting you, milady." The latter part was said in sarcasm.
"But I do know what you would dream of."
He only smirked at her as he lowered his lips to hover above hers.
"You have no idea what I dream of."
"I have no wish to." She was barely able to respond to him. What was it about him that always left her breathless?
His warm gloved hand, came and rested on her hip, only stealing her breath more than the wave of the ocean gale did.
He could see the effect he had on her, and the trademark smirk never left his face.
"What's the matter, princess? Afraid you might like it?" he whispered, still above her lips, his breath teasing her with its warmth.
His words and closeness made her heart skip several beats. He knew the power he had over her, and he would wield it like the tyrant he was. She honestly did not know what to say in response to him, and if she did, she couldn't speak a word anyway. He had her tongue-tied.
"What do you want with me, Dragon?" she hissed at him after a few moments of silence, trying to keep from doing something she might regret.
"Heh. You'll see. Just wait." He answered in a creepy and foreboding tone that both scared her and made her anxious to see what he wanted. Well, she kind of knew what he wanted already, but something told her that is was something deeper. Something bigger than she would expect. What that was, she did not know.
Vejita pulled back from her and walked behind her, to the large window in his chambers.
"But that's not why I have you here, princess. There is something else."
"Oh? What's that? Would you like to undress me again? Or perhaps clean the royal chambers?" Being sarcastic and a shrew were here fine points. She always loved getting into verbal sparring with people that annoyed her. Up until now, she was undefeated.
The dark pirate just looked at her and grinned. "Don't tempt me." He replied silkily. This woman had a tongue of fire. One he'd like to personally extinguish. "But don't change the subject."
She just scoffed and began to wander around his room, picking up and looking at random things.
"Do you really think, Lady Bulma, that I have no idea what goes on on my ship? Do you think that I am oblivious and completely blind when part of my crew makes plans different from my own?"
Bulma did not answer. There was no need to, so she pretended to ignore him by picking up a ball-like thing and examining it.
"I knew about your plans to run away with that buffoon Yamcha and go back to England."
"Isn't it below you to eavesdrop, Vejita?" she inquired, glancing at him through her cool sapphire orbs. Vejita just chuckled.
"That's what henchmen are for."
Bulma just laughed. "No honor among theives, eh?"
"Heh. But my dear, thieving and politics are but the same business. You should know that."
She arched an eyebrow at him. "So what are you saying? I'm no better than you?"
"Not at all. I would never insult her highness." Once more, lathered in sarcasm. He was really annoying.
Bulma just harrumphed, and turned her attention back to the ball thing she was playing with.
" We will soon be docking in New Providence, and I know you see that as a prime chance to run off again."
It was the lady's turn to smirk. "You know me too well."
"But I am one step ahead of you." Bulma shot him a curious glance.
"Seeing as how losing something as valuable as royalty would be a dreadful shame, I cannot afford to lose you. And of course you know that New Providence is filled with brigands and other pirates who would kill to get their hands on something as gorgeous as you."
"Please, stop. You're making me blush." Sarcasm dripping off of her words, but they seemed to roll off his back.
"That is why, since you are my prisoner, I have decided to bind you to me at all times."
Bulma dropped the golden ball thing.
"What?!"
"Would you pick that up? It'll roll around and give me a headache."
"B…be bound to you? How do you mean?" she asked dumbfounded.
"How else? By a rope. You will be bound by your wrists and to follow me wherever I choose to go."
"Everywhere?!"
Smirking, he replied, "Everywhere."
Author's Note – So there you go! What do you think of this one? There is still much more to go so hang in there!
Next time! - They land in New Providence and Vejita gives Bulma a run for her money! Bulma learns some new things, and Vejita visits a witch! Also, more glimpses of Trunks and Goten listening to their favorite story!
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