Tiga looked around at all the other women in this large fancy prison cell.

The look of it calmed her somewhat, but the bars at the entrance gave her a lot of anxiety. Though, even if she was calm, it's unlikely she'd noticed how the women divided themselves into two groups.

One-half were adamant about trying to escape, to fight against becoming some bride to some old man.

The other group was for it. Either because they wanted to be royalty, they had given up all hope, or Stockholm syndrome had taken hold.

Girl: Wow... Are those ears and that tail real?

Tiga: Oh? Yeah...

Girl: What's your story?

Tiga: Oh... Well... You see.

Tiga: I'm trying to become the greatest Martial artist through my own original style.

Tiga: This led me to fight tough guys across several islands.

Tiga: I then met this guy, who punched me into a tree. Then got me out, and since he was planning on fighting some "imperor".

Tiga: I thought this was a good opportunity to fight strong people and I was right.

Tiga: But I got trapped in ice cream. And now here. Where I met you and I explained all this stuff.

Tiga: Where are we?

Girl: The Emperor's dungeon.

Tiga: D-dungeon!? How do we get out!?

Girl: You don't...

Tiga:....

(Opening Theme)

(Years ago...)

Tiga: Oof!

Shoved into a hole, a tiny young Tiga, tied up in chains, looked up to see bandits cover the hole with a cell bar lid.

There she sat for weeks, eating scraps tossed down.

The bandits planned on selling her. But when they were driven off, she was left to rot.

She only became free when an old person found her and fished her out.

(Present day)

Tiga:...

Girl: Are you okay...? I know this is hard, but if we stick together-

Walking over to the entrance with an expression of total panic, Tiga grabbed the bars and began to pull.

Tiga: Hugh!

The bars bent at her might. Once there was a whole big enough, Tiga slipped out and wiped the sweat off her brow, and sighed with relief.

Tiga: Phew...!

Tiga: Much better...

She turns to the other women still in the cell, staring at her with shock.

Tiga:(waves) Bye-bye!

Dashing away, Tiga could hear the screams of the women who tried to be first out of the cell.

Tiga:(mind) Time to find that axe guy and beat him up!

Tiga:(mind) Then that ice cream lady. Gotta find her... And beat her up!

Tiga:(mind) Maybe I'll beat up the old guy!

Tiga:....

Tiga: Nah! He seemed weak!

(Outside...)

With his legs, acting as wheels, Davy drove across the city back to the location of the fight, but there was no one there, they were all gone, so he continued towards the castle.

But with night being here, Davy was met with several obstacles.

(SHATTER)⁹

Many Vampiric people burst through their windows to try and catch Davy.

Flipping into a cartwheel, then into several flips, Davy dodged the first barrage. As he slid to a halt, he found more vampire people slipping out of their homes, panting with a blood-lustful hunger.

Davy:(shakes legs)

Davy: You better be looking at an invisible buffet! Because I will throw hands at anyone who wants a piece of me!

A wave of vampire people charged towards Davy, who spun his fist, ready to attack.

(SWOOOOSH)

But like a great hawk, Azriel swooped in and lifted Davy off his feet, bringing him high into the air.

Azriel: I'm not letting you hurt civilians.

Davy: Are we looking at the same group of monsters?

Azriel: That isn't normal. They must be infected with something.

Azriel: There might be a cure.

Plum: A cure?

Azriel/Davy:??!

Standing on Azriel's back, was the daughter of the Emperor. The Vampire Princess, Plum Von Sorbet.

Plum: What's there to cure? They're my perfect little peasants.

Davy: Who the hell are you?

Plum: Me? I'm just a girl, looking for a new mother.

Plum: Someone pretty.... But not prettier than me... And something that can give me a little brother!

Davy: Eh?

The princess flips over Azriel, kicking Davy in the head, and causing Azriel to drop him. She then hooked her arms around Azriel's neck and hung off her like a necklace, staring deep into her eyes.

Davy: WHHAAAAaaaaa...!

Plum; You fit the description quite well. Can you make a boy? I really want a brother.

Plum: And I want bedtime stories to be read to me every night-

Azriel: Let me stop you right there.

Headbutting Plum, Azriel breaks the Princess's hold on her, allowing her to float away, whilst she divebombs down to Davy and catches him.

Azriel: How many times am I going to have to save you?

Davy: YOU DROPPED ME AFTER I GOT KICKED IN THE HEAD!!

Azriel: If you're going to whine, I'll drop you again.

Davy: Listen, Duck wings!

Davy: You ain't got snacks... No entertainment... And you have the attitude of a house cat!

Davy: This flight sucks! I'm out of here!

Swinging his legs onto her chest, Davy pushes off Azriel and dives towards the now-nearby castle.

Davy: Later!

Azriel:(mumbles) Should have let him splat...

Plum: Surprise!

Hugging Azriel from behind, Plum stops her wings from flapping, making the angel lose flight. The two began falling together.

Plum: All the mommies before you were kind and nice. Maybe that's why they only produced stupid little sisters...

Plum: But you've got an edge! Maybe that'll give me a brother!

Azriel: Sorry. But I'm not the motherly type!

Her arms morphed into wings, which bent around and stabbed Plum in the back, loosening her hug enough for Azriel to spread the wings on her back and take flight before hitting the ground.

Plum took flight and glared at Azriel who reverted her hands back to their normal state.

She pulled her sword which burned with fire.

Plum:(glares) You stabbed me...

Azriel could not see how Plum's wounds closed shut. But she did notice the lack of blood on her hands.

Plum: You need to learn the pecking order around here...

Azriel: You have some serious issues...

Azriel: But I urge you... Stop whatever it is you are doing here.

Azriel: Free these people and seek help.

Plum: "Free these people"?

Plum: They can't be free.

Plum: The "Bat-Bat fruit model; Vampire" allows me to drink the life force of anyone I bite.

Plum: A side-effect of that, turns them into lifeless husks who mutated to do the same as me.

Azriel:!

Plum: Those people are already dead! There is no saving them!

Azriel: Then there's no saving you...

Plum: You're currently too strong-willed for me to force you to be my mother...

Plum: I'll just have to break it!

(snap)

With a snap of her fingers, a wave of vampire citizens climbed on top of each other to reach for Azriel.

Plum: Do you like killing?

She floats away, leaving Azriel to put the army undead out of their misery.

Davy, who landed on the side of the castle, watched the battle and heard the conversation between Azriel and Plum.

Davy: Tch! You purple wannabe child!

His target was now changed from Vanilla to Plum.

Busting a hole into the castle, Davy was now on the hunt for the princess of Sorbet Island, and the mastermind behind the women capturing operation.

Davy: Time to grow up...

(Years ago...)

An old marine arrived at a marine base to find his ten-year-old grandson, Davy, locked behind bars.

Grandfather: What did you do?

Davy:... Climbed a statue.

Marine: It's illegal to climb a public statue and carve your name into it. Not to mention beating up a few cadets trying to stop him...

Grandfather: Davy! What's gotten into you?

Davy: The maids and butlers... Mom bought them...

Grandfather: She bought them so scum wouldn't. She's offered them education and freedom-

Davy: And they all dedicated them to to her! Because they're prisoners of gratitude!

Davy: She replaced metal chains with ones of lifelong debt.

Davy: I grew up thinking they were my friends... Part of my family... But they're only that out of obligation...

Grandfather: That not-

Davy: And it's not just that! I'm also trapped! We all are!

Davy: None of us are free!

Davy: What even is freedom!?

Grandfather: Davy! You're 10! Stop having an existential crisis on the meaning of freedom! You're too young!

Davy: So I don't have the freedom to question things?

Davy: I'm what? Some kid who's supposed to do what I'm told without question?! To be whatever you adults want me to be!?

Grandfather: No! Of course not!

Grandfather: Let's get you out of there and talk about it over ice cream.

Grandfather: How about you go take a few laps around the pool to clear your head?

Davy: Tch... I asked Mom to take me to the beach... She then had that stupid pool made...

Davy: And when it turned out I was a little good at swimming, she had me practice to be better...

Davy: It made her happy so I did it... But she inadvertently made a prisoner to that skill...

Davy: All this talk about me becoming some super swimmer... I DON'T EVEN LIKE SWIMMING THAT MUCH!!

Davy: Maybe I want to be a boxer... A sailor... A driver... Jogger... Or a Miner...!

Grandfather: Davy! You're overthinking this. Of course, you can be any of those things.

Davy: I'm going to leave this island... And search for what freedom truly is.

Davy: As a pirate.

Grandfather:!?

Grandfather: Has your father gotten in contact with you...

Davy: His gift had a note...

Marine: Sir, you have to see this...

A marine shows the Grandfather the box Davy's father had him give to Davy himself. Inside was a letter and a rotten Devil fruit with a bite taken from it.

(CRASH)

Busting through the prison bars, Davy's Grandfather grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him off of the floor, shaking him.

Grandfather: DAVY! DiD YOu TaKe A BItE FroM ThAT dEvIL FrUiT!?

Davy: Being a pirate is the only way to be free. Or to at least find the meaning of freedom.

Grandfather:(mumbles) John... You stupid bastard...!

Davy: My dad isn't the reason for my decision. He just gave me the tools to find freedom.

Grandfather: Then...  YOU'RE THE DUMBASS!

(WACK)

Davy:(Grunts)

Davy: BRING IT ON OLD MAN!! I WON'T LET ANYONE TAKE MY FREEDOM AWAY!

(Present day)

Davy: OR ANYONE ELSE'S FREEDOM AND GET AWAY WITH IT!

TO BE CONTINUED.....