Here's Chapter 18! Thanks to Ryo-chan wolfgirl, Chimera prime, SSJ2 Silven, Ali, Gohandominates, icewolf, 9thZFighter, and Nimarin Driggen for all the reviews on chapter 17.

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"If ya ask me, Commander, ya takin' leave of yer' senses trustin' that woman," Gartoas warned.

"I don't recall asking your opinion on the matter," Turles growled.

"Master Turles, Surely you can purchase a ship and we could be on our way," Daiz suggested.

"We will depart when I decide!" the Saiyan pirate commander barked.

Gohan kept quiet as he wondered what was making Turles seem so annoyed with Daiz and Gartoas.

"I 'm going to get a bit of rest before the meal, I suggest you do the same," Turles advised as he made his way out of the quarters assigned to his crew. Of course, the Saiyan was given a room of his own.

Gartoas sighed," She's weavin' er' spell on im' already."

"She can't make Turles do anything he doesn't want to, Gartoas," Daiz remarked.

"What e's gonna be wantin' gots me worried," the burly Kardanagan mused.

Gohan looked about the huge room a servant had shown them into a few moments ago. The walls were a soft blue and a plush carpet of the same hue covered the floor. Three great beds covered with thick white spreads were the only furnishings in the room. The son of Goku bounced onto one of the beds. It seemed he had barely drifted off when Daiz shook him awake and notified him that the meal was going to be served.

….

The pirate queen entered the great dining hall on the arm of the Saiyan pirate commander. He seemed to ignore the presence of his crew as if he was completely taken with the sight of the woman on his arm.

Daiz couldn't blame Turles in the least. Queen Raychalla was a vision in a gown of liquid silver, a small intricate crown of silver and onyx stones rested on her head. Her luxurious long white hair fanned out behind her like an ivory curtain. Gartoas shook his head in disgust, the royal witch had certainly cast her spell.

"She sure is pretty!" Gohan whispered.

"So are Calla snakes 'afore they be sinkin' their fangs inta ya!" the Kardanagan pirate huffed.

"Shut it before Turles hears you!" Daiz warned.

Gohan's attention was suddenly overtaken by the absolute feast that filled the huge table before them. Huge platters contained succulent meats, luscious fruits and vegetables and tempting desserts. He could hardly wait to dig into the sumptuous repast.

Gartoas scowled as Turles took a seat next to the queen .The Kabochan pirate swallowed hard as Raychalla directed Gohan to the other seat beside her. Would the queen insist that they leave the little half-Saiyan behind? Would Turles allow such a thing?

A servant seated Daiz and Gartoas across from Turles and his royal companion. Daiz kicked Gartoas in the left calf as he snorted when the pirate queen brushed Turles's shoulder as she reached for the wine goblet in front of her.

"It's not often that I have guests that I can truly enjoy entertaining. Now please enjoy your meal," Queen Raychalla insisted as she raised her glass.

Turles and his crew raised their own glasses in a salute to the queen. Gartoas lifted his a bit higher after he received a glare from the Saiyan commander.

"Now she's a workin' on bewitchin' tha' brat!" the burly bearded pirate growled to the former Kabochan royal.

Daiz grimaced as he watched the queen smiling sweetly at the youngster beside her. She was pointing out particular delicacies for him to sample and tousling the boy's hair.

Raychalla returned her attention to Turles "The boy truly isn't yours? You wouldn't lie to me about such a thing would you, Turles?"

The dark-skinned Saiyan gave a long sigh before he replied "Raychalla, I have no reason to deceive you. I am not the brat's sire I am merely responsible for him by Saiyan tradition."

"But that would mean that you…" the female gasped as she realized the full extent of the pirate's explanation.

"Poor thing! And yet he's loyal to you?" the queen pressed.

"He is a Saiyan."

"I see. What about you? We made quite a team back in the day. You could stay here you know," Raychalla purred.

A smile crossed Turles's face," We did indeed make quite a pair. Half the known galaxy lived in terror of when we would strike. But we both have different lives now, different responsibilities. As tempting as it might be to remain here I will have to refuse."

It was the queen's turn to sigh, her deep blue eyes appeared to be sad for a moment, "I suppose I shall have to settle for what time I have to enjoy your company."

A deep frown crossed the face of Gartoas as the ivory-haired female rested her head on Turles's shoulder for a moment and the Saiyan made no move to dissuade her action. At the end of the meal, the beefy pirate was beside himself as Turles exited the dining hall with his arm around the queen's waist.

"We'd best be gettin' outta here fast!" Gartoas snarled.

"You really think he'll pair up with her again?" Daiz asked, concern was evident in his voice.

"She'll be doin' 'er damn best ta' tempt 'im to. An' 'fer now he's crawlin' right inta' that she-spider's web!" Gartoas muttered.

…..

Gohan smiled as he blasted a row of crude dwellings into oblivion with a single ki-blast. Terrified screams filled the air as scores of green insectoid life-forms scattered in a desperate effort to survive. A chilling laugh left the six-year-old's throat as he took the lives of several of the beings without a second thought even as they pleaded for mercy. The anguished cries of the doomed planet's citizens sent a thrill through the boy's small form. He relished the scent of fear and blood that reached him. This was the true calling of a Saiyan ….

Gohan awoke in a cold sweat. It had just been a nightmare! But it had seemed so real! And where was he anyway? He didn't recognize the darkened room he was in. The half-awake child stumbled out into the hall and he walked over to the door right across from him. When he entered the room and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Gohan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The slumbering form of the Saiyan pirate commander lay in the bed before him. But he wasn't alone, the pirate queen was lying across Turles's chest. The Saiyan's arms were wrapped around her. Raychalla's long white hair had been fashioned into a series of lengthy thick braids that enveloped the sleeping couple. A very embarrassed Gohan quickly exited the room to find Daiz glaring down at him.

"What are you doing out here and out of bed, Brat?" the dark green-haired pirate demanded.

"S-Sorry Daiz. I couldn't sleep.." the little half-blood began.

"I'll just bet! AND I KNOW WHY!" Daiz growled.

Gohan curiously followed the furious Kabochan back into the room he had left earlier. Gartoas lay flat on his back, loud snores resonated through the room. Suddenly a sharp slap was heard.

" WHAT THA' BLOOMIN' HELL WAS THAT 'FER?" Gartoas roared.

"You sound like a herd of Zartekian boars! You woke me and the boy up with your racket!" Daiz snapped.

"Yer' fixin' ta get knocked out!" the angry bearded pirate snapped.

"Quiet down before you wake up Turles!" Daiz warned.

"You'll wake the queen up too!" Gohan declared.

"Oh ta' be sure! Like she's a sharin' is' room!" Gartoas huffed.

The color seemed to drain from the bronze-skinned pirate's face as the youngster's face turned red.

"Ya mean ta' say…." Gartoas choked.

"Go back to bed, Squirt! And don't breathe a word about the queen. Got it?" the Kabochan pirate interrupted.

"Yes, Sir," Gohan spoke up quickly.

The child was asleep within moments of climbing into the comfortable bed. However, the two adult males had their minds far from sleeping.

"We're gonna' be in fer' it now, Daiz. She's gottin' 'er claws inta him," Gartoas sighed.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see what Turles decides," Daiz said wearily.

Would the pirate queen convince Turles to stay or would he leave her behind? The former prince could only wonder what choice the Saiyan pirate commander would make…

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