Here's chapter 53!
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When Bulma arrived on planet Telcor, she had no idea of the headache she was going to endure. Artruay had assured her that the supplies she needed to complete the work on her invention would easily be found and purchased there. The small planet's commerce was largely based on providing technological supplies. As a precaution, Bulma had pre-ordered one elusive item.
Several connecting buildings of different sizes composed the shops she had to peruse to find her required materials. It almost reminded her of the malls on Earth. A tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered the care-free days of shopping she had once enjoyed. That seemed like a lifetime ago now.
Bulma entered the shop her reptilian employer had suggested and she requested the order she had put in for.
"NO,NO,NO! I explained before my arrival here that I required the Zithrium wires at the exact dimensions I ordered. These are too thick!" Bulma fumed.
Her complaint did not impress the shop's merchant.
"I'm so sorry for the error, Miss. We can have you some new Zithrium wire here as early as next week," he pink and pale yellow crane-like life-form said flatly.
"I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEK!" the blue-haired beauty shrieked.
What would Artruay think when she informed him that there would be even further delay in the construction of the invention he so eagerly awaited?
"We won't get another shipment in until then. That's the best we can do for you," the crane-being replied as he shrugged his feathered shoulders.
"Is there anywhere else I can purchase the wires?" the former heiress asked hopefully.
"Not on this side of the galaxy!" the pink and yellow avian huffed with an air of indignation.
Bulma sighed in defeat "Very well. I'll expect those wires next week then in the proper dimensions!"
"No need to be rude, Miss!" the crane snorted.
The azure-haired scientist shook her head. She hated coming to some of the out-world suppliers of the components she desperately needed to complete the work on her invention in a timely fashion. Bulma had become increasingly aware that there were proprietors who completely disdained dealing with humanoid customers. She strongly suspected the crane-ling to be one of them.
Suddenly the young genius felt as though she were being watched. She was completely aghast at the sight of Turles! A cruel smirk lit the dark-skinned Saiyan's handsome face as he noticed her. His armored form sauntered over and gave a graceful sweeping bow before her.
"If it isn't the lovely Bulma of Earth" the pirate commander said.
"That's Miss Bulma Brief to YOU!" Bulma snapped.
"We're going to have to stop meeting like this. There's liable to be talk you know," Turles teased.
"I-I wasn't a-aware the l-lady was in your company S-Sir! I-I 'll put a rush order out on t-the supplies she requested. T-They 'll b-be here within t-two days I assure you, S-Sir!" the suddenly frightened avian creature spoke up.
The darling of Capsule Corps snapped her head around to glare at the crane-being. He had insisted on a two week delay until he became of the obnoxious pirate's presence.
"Have you been giving the Lady Bulma difficulty, Meris?" the Saiyan asked coldly.
'Lady Bulma? Oh no you don't! You're not going to smooth-talk me THIS time!' Yamcha's former sweetheart thought.
"N-No, S-Sir! A simple misunderstanding I-I assure you. I'm s-sure she'll f-find everything to her satisfaction," Meris choked out as he gave a pleading look to the aquamarine-haired female.
"Make sure of that," Turles declared with an edge in his voice that delivered an audible warning.
Bulma was incredulous at the irony of the situation. The genocidal monster standing before her was assisting to provide her with the very tools that would aid in his destruction.
A wave of grief suddenly swept over her as Bulma thought of poor little Gohan whose life was tragically cut short because of the heartless Saiyan. That grief quickly turned to rage as she looked in Turles's direction to see the habitual arrogant smirk on his face.
"You MONSTER!" Bulma hissed.
"Is that supposed to annoy me? I've been called 'monster' before as well as demon, fiend from Hell, Destroyer of Worlds, filthy pirate, arrogant ape…..the list goes on but I'll stop now since I'm bored," urles said with a dramatic sigh.
"How could your conscience even allow…" the brilliant young woman began.
"What IS this 'conscience' you speak of?" the Saiyan taunted.
Turles's onyx eyes glittered with amusement. The blue-tressed female's fierce temper was so easily aroused and he found it quite entertaining.
"OOOOHHH!" Bulma screeched as she flung herself at the spiky-haired warrior.
Turles easily held her at bay with one arm and he just couldn't resist baiting her further.
"Bulma! DO control yourself! We are in public after all!" the Saiyan snickered. "Now I'd be happy to take to you up on your previous invitation in private."
"Don't you DARE insinuate that…." the now scarlet-faced heiress snarled.
Turles released her then completely ignored her and began to walk away. He barely made it to an empty hall when he discovered that the irate Earth-born woman followed.
"DON'T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME….."
Bulma's words died in her throat as the Saiyan whirled about and pinned her against the far wall. The murderous glare he gave her filled her with terror.
"I believe I know how to silence you," Turles growled threateningly.
Was this how she would perish? In a lonely deserted hall on a strange planet with no one to know what had happened to her except for the merciless Saiyan? Poor Chi-Chi….
Her eyes went wide with shock as Turles covered her lips with his. She cursed herself inwardly as she was powerless to stop him. To her mortification Bulma found herself responding once more to the Saiyan's embrace. How could she help it? Kami! The pirate commander knew how to kiss!
A soft sigh escaped her and Bulma closed her eyes as Turles began trailing light kisses down her throat. She willingly lifted her head. Pure deviltry was on the Saiyan's mind. Bulma sucked in her breath as she felt Turles's fangs lightly brush over her skin. Her eyes flew open as she felt a slight sting on her neck.
Turles pushed her away and the hall echoed with his chilling laughter.
The blue-haired genius snapped back to her senses. What had Turles done to her? Had he poisoned her? Injected her with some unknown alien disease? She frantically raced to find a facility where she could examine her neck.
Bulma found a mirrored wall and she tentatively peeked at her neck. A scream of outrage tore from her throat as she discovered the small purplish-blue bruise Turles had left on her neck…..
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Zailora sighed softly as she looked out at the beautiful blue mountains of planet Kelchia. She had enjoyed a most pleasant afternoon in Daiz's company. He had surprised her with an outdoor noon meal that was absolutely delicious. The warm sunlight was making her drowsy. Zailora lay back on the soft blanket the former prince had thoughtfully brought along. Before long she fell asleep.
The Kabochan female awoke with a start. She found herself lying with Daiz close beside her. His eyes were closed and his strong arms were wrapped around her waist. Zailora snuggled into his chest and a slight smile crossed his lips. His crewmate gave him a playful tap on the nose. As Daiz opened his eyes, Zailora gave him a brilliant smile.
"You're nice to wake up to," she said breathy voice.
Daiz sighed deeply," There's a pleasant thought."
The dark-green-haired female gave him another tap "What's a pleasant thought?"
"The thought of waking up with you," Daiz whispered.
A blush colored Zailora's cheeks at her male counterpart's words. She looked at the man lying beside her, really looked at him. What a complete opposite he was to Turles. Where the Saiyan was cold and moody, Daiz was quick to smile. With his mischievous gentle nature the once royal often had her laughing until her sides ached.
It was high time she gave up any notions of Turles. Where would it have gotten her anyway? She reached out and gently stroked the left cheek of the Kabochan male's face.
When Daiz leaned in for a kiss she didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly responded. His grip tightened and he shifted his position so Zailora was now lying beneath him. She felt flushed as he deepened the kiss. When the male pirate caressed her right hip she didn't push his hand away…
Daiz cursed loudly as his scouter went off at that very moment. He wanted to crush the device with his bare hands but dared not do so. With an audible groan he tapped his scouter to receive the incoming message.
"Daiz, We're leaving Telcor within two hours," Turles's voice informed him.
"As you wish, Master Turles," Daiz answered.
"We have to get back to the ship," the former prince announced morosely.
"Turles can wait," Zailora insisted.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID Turles can wait! We have almost two hours to get back to the ship. It won't even take an hour to do so. That means we still have some personal time left," Zailora said with a mischievous grin.
"P-Personal t-time?" Daiz stammered.
The female member of Turles's crew nipped at his left ear and traced the outer rim of his earlobe with her tongue. Her right hand boldly gave the muscular thigh she could reach a squeeze.
"Unless of course you'd rather head back to…."
Zailora never finished her sentence as the Kabochan male pulled her into his arms and gave her a scorching kiss…
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The blue reptilian medic shook his head as he glanced at the rejuvenation tank containing the form of the Saiyan prince. He and his team had been quite stunned to see Vegeta arrive at the baseship in such a state. His condition was critical by the time they had placed him into the healing tank.
Who could have caused such damage? Judging by what was left of the Saiyan royal's shattered armor it had been a powerful adversary indeed. Well whoever it was, they had succeeded in not only severely injuring Vegeta but they had also taken the lives of Nappa and Raditz. There was no telling how Lord Frieza was going to react to the news.
The teal-skinned, emerald-haired figure of Zarbon entered the medical bay. He smirked as he caught sight of Vegeta floating in the healing blue fluid.
"It seems our monkey princeling had an off day. How much longer will he have to remain in the tank?" Zarbon questioned.
"About another hour I'm afraid it appears that we will be unsuccessful in regenerating his tail," the medic informed the teal changeling.
"He should have been more careful with it," Zarbon mocked.
"Now where are Nappa and Raditz?" Frieza's right-hand man demanded.
"According to what we could understand from Vegeta before he collapsed they both were killed on Tercadia," the medic replied.
"Good riddance to my opinion but I'll have to inform Lord Frieza," Zarbon sighed. "DO make sure Vegeta is restored to optimum condition. He'll need to be to survive the punishment he'll face for his failure."
A cruel smile lit Zarbon's face as he left the medical bay. Turles might have managed to somehow defeat Vegeta but he had no idea of what Frieza had in mind for him….
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Gohan watched the entrance of Turles's ship with growing concern. It was almost time for their departure from planet Telco and there was still no sign of Daiz and Zailora. Suddenly the door slid open and the pair entered the ship. The little demi-Saiyan gave a sigh of relief as he headed to the pilot's seat. A moment more and his two crewmates would have been harshly reprimanded by Turles for their tardiness.
"Kinda pushin' it ya know!" Gartoas huffed.
The Kabochan pirate merely shrugged his shoulders and took his seat.
Daiz was fairly beaming and it thoroughly annoyed Gartoas.
"Whatta ya been up ta?" the Kardanagan snorted.
"None of your business!" Daiz simply stated with a wide smile.
As Zailora passed Turles he caught a whiff of her scent. But it was different…instead of the citrusy almost floral scent it was completely saturated with another scent. That scent belonged to Daiz…the Saiyan's eyes narrowed and a low growl emanated from his throat….
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