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"Wait wait wait!" Trunks interrupted. " I thought that the princess and the pirate hated each other. Why did they start kissing?"
"Well, they didn't really hate each other. They just…" Bulma found it hard to explain such a convoluted concept to a 5 and 4 year old boy. She knew why and it made perfect sense in her mind, but to him it would sound like mumbo jumbo.
"They secretly liked each other." Chichi helped, but it only seemed to confuse the poor boys more. She tried again to make them understand.
"They secretly liked each other, but they couldn't show it because it was bad for a princess and a pirate to fall in love."
"So…they kissed anyway? Even though they brokeded a rule?" Goten asked.
"Pirates don't care if they break rules, Goten." The older boy informed his friend.
"But the princess wasn't a pirate." Goten asked again, still greatly confused.
"Ugh! Okay!" Bulma could see this was going nowhere. How else could she explain it? "They kissed anyway because…" A strong, male voice interrupted her.
"Because the pirate had some pirate magic that he used on the princess to trick her into kissing him because it would break the spell the witch had put on her to turn her into a monkey."
The group simultaneously turned to find the owner of the voice, but one soul immediately recognized it.
"Daddy!" Goten jumped up and tackled his father to the ground.
"Son Kun!" Bulma exclaimed. "How long have you been here eavesdropping?"
"Long enough, right?" Chichi answered.
"Yep, just about." Goku responded, flashing his trademark grin. Bulma was very thankful to have her old friend here to help her out at awkward times like these. He was very good at relating with children and he was as close to the boys as anyone. Probably because he was still a cute child at heart as well.
"Hey there, Uncle Goku!" Trunks greeted with a cheery smile. "How do you know this story?"
"Well everybody knows this story!"
"Everyone except us!" Trunks and Goten protested in unison.
"Well if you two would sit still long enough, I would have the chance to finish it!"
All three of the boys immediately sat down, Goten comfortably in his father's lap.
"Now let's see? Where was I?" Bulma thought.
"The Dragon kissed the girl to keep her from turning into a monkey!" Goten chimed. Bulma sent her friend a look that told him that he had helped, maybe a bit too much. Goku just grinned and winked at her.
"Oh yes. So…after the kiss…"
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A cool breeze blew in from the south and drifted quietly over the waves that splashed upon the shores of New Providence. Gulls quietly beckoned to one another and the sky was painted a picturesque array of orange and pink hues. It was almost a beautiful morning, perfect for anyone to wake up to. The kind that you know was sent from heaven.
But Vejita was too deep into his thoughts to notice.
His stare gazed far out across the great ocean and past the horizon, but looking at nothing in particular. Something troubled the pirate prince. Something greatly troubled him.
After so many years of searching for the Sapphirine Orbs, after all of the trouble he went through making a name for himself and becoming a fearsome pirate, he still was no closer than when he'd first begun. He vowed to himself so many years ago that one day, Vejita Ouji would become not only the greatest legend ever to live, but he'd also discover the greatest treasure of them all and reclaim the glory and honor that once came with his name.
And so on he searched. Ravaging and pillaging every seaside town until he took another step closer to the treasure. Then that woman came into the picture. At first, he had kidnapped her for the feminine company. Being alone with literally filthy, malodorous brigands who think themselves worthy enough to sail under his flag often became quite tiresome, even if they were often good for a fight. Not that he'd ever been beaten. But to have a woman to tease and verbally fight with was quite refreshing. More so than he would have expected it to be. She was also of noble blood, as was he. That gave her an appealing edge. The edge that nobility always gives to people, the attitude that everyone is beneath you and you bow to no one. She had a fierce courage that he'd never seen in a woman. She hardly trembled in his presence, even with his notorious reputation. Her determination was admirable and her tongue could reduce a large town to smoldering cinders in an instant. Normally, Vejita avoided women of these types. What was it about this one that was so different?
Was it the way she challenged him? Perhaps her stubborn and rebellious spirit that reminded him of his own. Or maybe it was her eyes.
She had the purest blue eyes he had ever seen. They reminded him of the ocean, clear, soft, beautiful, and awe striking. Something about them just drew you to it, and it was hard to look away. You wanted to know every secret that they held.
But he'd never felt like this before! These emotions that she struck up in him were unfamiliar territory, full of uncertainty and unknown grounds. He was a man that liked to travel into the uncharted and explore the unexplored, but not like this. This was a whole new world all together. A world that had no guiding map and no going back.
'It's just lust'. He told himself. 'Just lust.' Lust he could handle. Lust, he knew. He had charted that territory many, many times and if he treated it as so, perhaps it would have the same results. 'It's just an affair with an Italian heiress, nothing more. No reason to get a headache over trying to comprehend something that is non-existent.'
Vejita finally looked at the majestic scene before him with a new clarity. The headache he had acquired before was now remedied. And since the crew wouldn't be back for a few more hours, he decided to go back to his chambers and have a strong drink. Then maybe teach his Italian mistress a few more things about what it meant to truly please the captain.
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Seven days…had it really been that long? It was hard to keep track of time when you're out at sea with no clocks and no way to look at the moon. It had seemed much longer than that, far longer. Yet, the memories of that one night still burned in her mind like a fresh wound. She could still recall every sense she experienced that night with him. His very scent still lingered on her skin as if claiming her as his own.
The normally unwavering, steadfast duchess stood still and silent, content to just brood. She gazed out at the open ocean as it sparkled and glittered with the morning sun peaking just over the horizon. A soft breeze brushed against her cheeks and brought a cool chill to her skin. Bulma sighed as she tightened the shawl around her shoulders.
What had he done to her? Physically, she knew what he had done, but what really had happened to her? She knew that it was something more and deeper than what it was at face value. Physically, it enticed her every sense. It was a spellbinding experience, something any woman could desire…but yet it was puzzling.
The squeak of a door suddenly jerked her attention from her thoughts and to the intruder entering her room. When her blue eyes met with obsidian ones, her eyebrows furrowed.
"What ails you, woman? If that was all it took to keep you stable and quiet for days, I should have done that long ago." The pirate commented with a smirk.
"You are a rude pig." She shot at him, and then whipped her head back to the window.
"Come now, principessa. Don't be rude. You'll hurt my feelings." He replied, making his way toward a cabinet in the corner of his room where Bulma watched him out of the corner of her eye. He pulled out a glass and a tall bottle of wine, then filled the glass half full. Placing the cork back into the wine bottle, he put it away and sauntered to her with his glass of wine.
"Then, perhaps her highness was not pleased with her first time. Perhaps she would allow me to try again…" he teased as he pulled her long blue locks over her right shoulder and brushing his lips across her bare skin. Bulma whipped around and shot the prince a hideous glare.
"You would not touch me again if your life depended on it." The duchess hissed in her thick accent, but the pirate just kept his cool smirk.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Definitely. Now back away."
"Now who's being rude? This is my ship." He coaxed, taking a step toward her and putting one arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. " I think I'll do what I want."
"And I think you'll just…mmmmm!" the dark pirate crushed his lips to hers before she had a chance to retort. But his kiss…it suddenly made every part of her shiver and she could not resist it. It was the very experience she had a week ago/ Every part of him that was touching her seemed to control her…his hands, his eyes, his lips, his tongue. He was putting little effort into it at all and he seemed to have brought her to her knees. His masculine scent filled all of her and revived memories of so long ago.
One stray hand wandered down her side, as if caressing her milky skin through the fabric, feeling every curve beneath his fingertips. Down onto her thighs, where he bunched up the dress in his hands to where the dress pulled up, and he slipped his hands underneath her skirt. His hands slowly made a journey up her smooth thigh…feeling it's every curve and textures, just wandering up and down in a circular fashion.
His tongue tantalized her mouth and seemed to wash any other feelings out of her body. His fingertips on her bare skin sent tiny jolts of electricity careening through her body jumpstarting her heart. His hard, wet kisses shook her heart and melted it like butter and finally, she knew. She knew what the feeling was.
There was a connection there. She couldn't explain it, but there was. That was the something about him that could make her weak like that. Actually, she didn't really understand it, but she really didn't want to figure it out. Right now, she just wanted to be with him…be all his…just like before.
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The next few weeks seemed like a blur…going by quickly and being lived passionately. They could have lasted forever. Probably what made it so passionate is the fact that they were forbidden to be together, she was of the highest class and he of the lowest.
Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shameAfter they set sail once more to go seek out the Sapphirine Orbs, they remained close lovers and almost inseparable. It was an odd sight on the ship, and many questioned their long hours late into the night, but the lovers didn't care. Every night, in the captain's cabin, magic happened.
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
The days turned into weeks, and the seasons into months. Bulma began to feel invincible and more vigorous than she had before. She loved the feeling of being in the prince's arms and being the object of his lustful attention. But it all had to end to soon…
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"Do you, ChiChi Jaedel LaKingson take Goku…." The priest paused and looked at Goku "Son?" Goku smiled. "Goku Son to be you're lawfully wedded husband?"
With a gorgeous smile that lit up the sky, Chichi said "I do."
"And do you Goku…"
"I do!" He interrupted with a great big grin. The priest stood still for a few moments as the chapel fell quiet and Chichi stared at her groom with a look that said she was more than a little embarrassed. A few moments passed, then the preacher said: "Well, okay. Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may…" The priest didn't even finish before Goku scooped his bride into his arms and ran off with her as fast as he could into the sunset.
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Not far into the distance from The Dragon, another haunting ship sailed just offshore.
"Vejita, we've had our fun and play with each other, now it's time to get serious. I hope that you're up for a game of hide and go seek…"
The pirate waved his hands around in a circular manner then blew a tiny gray dust over ocean. It wasn't long before the ocean around Vejita's ship became completely blanketed with a thick fog. The Demon took a sip of his burgundy, and let out a small chuckle.
"You hide, and I'll seek."
