One Piece: The Saiyan Pirate

Chapter 67: A Pirate's Deal

The sun hung high in the sky, its searing heat washing over the Going Merry. Waves lapped gently against the ship's hull, creating a rhythmic sound that contrasted with the rising tension on the deck. Goku stood near the bow, a towering plate of meat in his hands, devouring piece after piece with his usual gusto. Nearby, Zoro leaned casually against the railing, a comically oversized goblet of sake in his grip. The silence between them was companionable but heavy with unspoken thoughts.

"So," Zoro finally broke the silence, his tone direct and unwavering, "what exactly is your goal with this girl?"

Goku paused mid-bite, the question hanging in the air like the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun. He glanced at Zoro, then out at the horizon, his tail swaying lazily behind him as he contemplated his answer. His first mate's piercing gaze was unrelenting, demanding clarity.

What was his goal with Vivi? He didn't particularly care about her plight or her kingdom—at least, not in a way that aligned with traditional heroics. No, Goku's interest in Vivi was more... personal. Her delicate features, her slender frame, and most importantly, her oppai, which he couldn't help but admire whenever she was near. Yet, there was something else. Something deeper. A pull he couldn't entirely explain. It was as if fate—or some unseen hand—was guiding him to get involved in her struggle.

"We're pirates, not heroes," Goku began, his voice firm but laced with a mischievous undertone. He set his empty plate down and crossed his arms, his tail flicking idly behind him. "But seeing as how things have unfolded, our choices are pretty limited. To be honest, my primary goal was... well, let's just say I wanted to have some fun with her."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between amusement and disbelief.

"But," Goku continued, his tone shifting to something more serious, "I didn't anticipate getting dragged into a coup or conspiracies involving a Warlord of the Sea. It's messy, sure, but it's also an opportunity. Baroque Works is hunting her—and now, us. So, we might as well even the playing field."

Zoro nodded slowly, his expression contemplative. "You're saying we take them down?"

"Exactly," Goku replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. "And to do that, I've already made arrangements. Miss All Sunday is working for us now. She's acting as a double agent within Baroque Works."

"The chick who killed that mayor guy?" Zoro's voice was tinged with skepticism. "And you trust her?"

"Trust isn't the issue," Goku said, his grin fading into a more serious expression. "I made sure she's more afraid of me than she is loyal to Crocodile. Fear can be a powerful motivator. Besides, she knows what'll happen if she betrays me."

Zoro took a long sip from his goblet, processing his captain's words. Goku's usual carefree demeanor was still there, but this side of him—cold, calculating, and ruthlessly pragmatic—was something Zoro hadn't fully seen before. It made him wonder just how much of Goku's personality was a façade.

"You've got layers, Captain," Zoro finally said, smirking. "Like a damn onion."

"Or a cabbage," Goku shot back, chuckling. "Anyway, back to your original question. We have no choice but to take down Baroque Works and Crocodile. It just so happens that it aligns with what Vivi wants. And besides, I made her a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Zoro asked, narrowing his eyes.

"In exchange for my help, she promised me something... intimate," Goku said, his grin returning. "I intend to collect."

Zoro rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath about their captain's priorities.

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Later That Evening

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the Going Merry in a soft amber glow. The crew was scattered around the ship, each member busy with their own tasks. Goku stood at the railing, watching the waves. His tail swayed lazily, a sign of his relaxed but alert state. He sensed her presence before he saw her.

"Goku," Vivi's voice was soft, almost hesitant.

He turned to face her, his eyes immediately drawn to her. She was beautiful—stunning, even. Her blue hair framed her delicate face, her sapphire eyes shimmering with an unspoken plea. Her slender figure was accentuated by the royal garb she wore, though it did little to hide the ample curves that had caught Goku's attention since their first meeting.

"What's on your mind, Princess?" he asked, his voice light but carrying an edge of curiosity.

Vivi hesitated, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked anywhere but at him, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I... I wanted to talk about our deal."

Goku's grin widened, his tail flicking behind him in amusement. "Ah, the deal. I was wondering when you'd bring that up."

"I—I just..." Vivi stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can... I mean..."

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "Vivi," he said softly, his voice carrying a surprising gentleness. "You made a promise. I intend to hold you to it. But don't worry—I won't hurt you. In fact, I think you'll enjoy it."

Her blush deepened, and she bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to the floor. "As a princess, my chastity is important. It's... it's for the future of my kingdom."

Goku's grin softened into a more serious expression. "Without me, there won't be a future for your kingdom," he said bluntly. "Crocodile will tear it apart. You need me, and I need you. This is part of the deal."

Vivi swallowed hard, her breathing quickening. Slowly, she nodded. "A-alright," she said, her voice trembling.

Goku placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm but reassuring. "Good. Come with me."

He led her to his quarters, his steps confident while hers were hesitant. The room was simple yet exuded a certain warmth. As they stepped inside, Goku turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers.

"Strip," he ordered, his tone firm but not unkind.

Vivi froze, her hands trembling at her sides. Her wide eyes stared up at him, a mixture of fear and uncertainty swirling within them. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her dress, her movements hesitant.

Vivi froze, her breath catching in her throat. Goku's command hung heavy in the air, as undeniable as the gravity pulling her feet to the wooden floor of his quarters. Her hands trembled at her sides, clenched into tight fists as if trying to summon courage from within. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over her delicate features, accentuating the faint blush on her cheeks that deepened by the second.

"Vivi," Goku's voice broke through the silence, firm but not harsh. His golden eyes softened slightly, though his posture remained confident and unyielding. "You don't have to be afraid. I told you—I won't hurt you. This is part of the deal, and I'll make sure it's worth your while."

The princess's sapphire eyes darted toward him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. She glanced at the door behind her, half-tempted to turn and leave, but the weight of her promise—and the stakes for her kingdom—rooted her in place. Slowly, she unclenched her fists, her fingers brushing against the fine fabric of her royal attire.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? She asked herself, her heart pounding in her chest. This isn't who I am. I'm the crown princess of Alabasta. My body, my chastity—they're supposed to symbolize the purity and strength of my kingdom. But another voice, quieter yet insistent, cut through her doubts. Without him, there won't be a kingdom left to protect.

She inhaled deeply, her shoulders rising as she summoned what little courage she had. Her hands moved to the clasps of her dress, her movements slow and deliberate. The first clasp came undone with a soft metallic click, the sound unnervingly loud in the stillness of the room. Goku watched her with an intensity that made her knees feel weak, his gaze unwavering and unapologetic.

From his perspective, Vivi's beauty was almost mesmerizing. The delicate curve of her jawline, the soft blush staining her cheeks, the way her trembling hands fumbled with the intricate clasps of her gown—every detail held his attention. And then there was her figure, which the dress only hinted at but couldn't fully conceal. His eyes flicked briefly to her chest, the fabric pulling slightly with each nervous breath she took.

She's beautiful, he thought, not just in the physical sense but in the way she carried herself even under pressure. She was timid, yes, but also determined. There was strength in her vulnerability, a quality that only deepened his admiration for her. His tail swayed lazily behind him, a sign of his restrained excitement as he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed.

"You're doing fine," he said, his tone unexpectedly soft, as if trying to put her at ease. "Take your time."

Vivi's cheeks burned at his words, and her hands stilled for a moment. Her pride urged her to snap back, to remind him that she wasn't some commoner to be consoled like a child. But her courage faltered, and instead, she resumed her task, her fingers working on the next clasp. As the dress loosened, she felt the cool air of the room brush against her bare shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine.

Another clasp came undone, and then another. The dress began to slide from her shoulders, the rich fabric pooling slightly around her arms. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound roaring in her ears as she hesitated once more. Her gaze flickered to Goku, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps. His expression remained calm, his black pearl eyes meeting hers without a hint of impatience.

"Remember, Princess," he said, his voice steady, "you came to me. I didn't force you into this. This is your choice."

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