Disclaimer:
I don't own DBZ or any of the 'songs' in this fic. The character's Tom and Liz have been made up! So there is no reason to sue me because I'm broke so good luck in getting any money from me. Speaking of money I am NOT making any money from this fic it is for entertainment purposes only.
Be warned I have a rather unique style of writing...or so I've been told. Hope you enjoy!
Dances with Sayjin's
It was dark inside compared to the bright light of the sun. Noticing the dirty looks as I held the door open, I quickly shut it. I was forced to stand there and wait for my eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light. Once I was able to see I quickly made my way over to the bar. Sitting down on a stool I glanced around seeing several tables and a large stage.
"So what'll it be?"
I quickly turned back around as the bartender spoke. "Something strong" I replied not wanting to think about why I was there in the first place. I turned back around as the bartender shrugged and began making some mystery drink.
"Gonna be a good show tonight I bet" I glanced back over my shoulder at the bartender.
"Oh yeah...why's that?" I asked. I felt the need for a distraction still trying to forget why I was there.
"Well it's the singing duo tonight" the bartender laughed at my blank look before continuing;
"You see both of these singer's are not from this world," he paused for a moment as if gathering his thoughts "As I can see neither are you"
"What?" I said turning around to see his smiling face.
"You can't hide your tail too well, not in this place." I glanced down at the edge of my coat. I thought that it had been long enough to hide my tail, guess not. I shrugged deciding that if the bartender didn't make a big deal about it neither would I.
"Anyway" the bartender continued "I believe that they call themselves sayjin's or something like that."
Now that got my interest turning back around I faced the bartender nodding for him to continue.
"Well they don't actually sing, they just lip sing and then do these crazy dances...the best part is when that Goten fella comes into the audience, he usually flies, or just jumps really high...I dunno it's a little hard to tell. Oh the shows about to start I think you'll like this one."
I just looked at the bartender slightly puzzled but at his nod I went ahead and turned back towards the stage glancing around as many of the people sitting at the tables began to cheer. Looking back up at the stage I saw a young lady. Her hair was rather short, almost cut like a guy's it was spiked up into the air and she was wearing punk clothing. As the music began to play I began to recognize it. What was that girls name again? Avril? Yeah her, it was that famous song that she sings...complicated.
"Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is. Chill out what cha yelling for lay back its all been done before and if you could only let it be you will see..."
At this point a guy walked out on the stage, directly behind the young girl, it was as if he just appeared out of no where. He walked up behind the girl and put his arms around her shoulders crossing his hands just below her budding breasts, at the same time bending his head towards her neck as if to kiss her.
"I like you the way you are when we're driving in your car and you're talking to me one on one but you become somebody else
Here the young lady threw her arms up knocking the guy back)
round everyone else you're watching your back like you can't relax you're trying to be cool you look like a fool to me. Yeah tell me
the guy stands with his thumbs in his pockets slowly swaggering off stage and into the crowed)
why'd you have to go and make things so complicated see the way your acting like somebody else gets me frustrated...
At this point the song just blurred out for me.
That guy..was he really walking straight towards me or was I just imagining it...eep! Yes he was walking towards me wait he stopped. What is he doing? Why is he stripping? Huh? Wait listen to the song...yeah she did just tell him to take his 'preppy clothes off' oh yeah he was wearing those kind of clothes. Ok so he does have clothes on underneath those.
Though I didn't know it at the time, I now remember me staring at that guy, watching him play along with the song, acting out the guy's part.
Whoa what happened? I quickly look around as I hear more cheering, well I guess the song was over then. Now what?
Goten POV
Once Complicated was over it was my turn to 'sing.' I did notice that guy sitting at the bar and how he couldn't take his eyes off of me. I believe that it is time to have a little fun with this guy. I feel myself grinning evilly as I think of the next song that we had picked out. This would be fun.
Mystery guy's POV
Oh dear now I really know this song...the title...or at least the main words...dirty little secrete.
I sit back and watch the guy take position with that girl. They were holding hands, her back was pressed against his chest with his arm wrapped around her. When the words came
"Let me know that I've done wrong"
The guy spun the girl around stopping her at arms length yet letting go at just the last moment, so that she went stumbling backwards,
"when I've known this all along"
Now what...that guy he was looking straight at me.
"I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you, tell me all that you've thrown away find out games you don't wanna play, you are the only one that needs to know...I'll keep you my
did that guy just give his hips a little shake?)
Dirty little secrete..dirty little secrete..don't tell any one or you'll be
oh my gosh he's looking right at me, and now he's inclineing his head towards that girl)
just another regret...my dirty little secrete
I feel my face grow warm as the guy doesn't take his eyes off of mine. For some reason though I couldn't tear my eyes away from his.
They were brown, his eyes I mean, not the black that I had first taken them for, but a very dark brown.
"Who has to knooowow"
I feel my throat growing tight and I try to swallow but find that I can't. At this point the guy has flown...yeah he flew from the stage not like he was thrown he just levitated off the ground and glided over to me, yeah me. God my face is so hot I bet it's beat red. Hopefully though in this light nobody will be able to tell.
Suddenly I heard some kind of noise coming from behind me, when I looked it was the bartender, with both hands over his mouth it would seem that he was trying not to laugh his ass off...what a jerk.
I nearly jump out of my skin as I suddenly felt a hand on the inside of my thigh. Glancing back around I see the guy's face right next to mine. It takes all of my will power to not yell and jump into the air.
I began to lean backwards as the guy begins to lean towards me, yet with the bar counter right behind me there wasn't much room. Inevitably his face is right next to mine, I can feel his warm moist breath on my ear as he says: "Hope you enjoyed the show."
That was it.
Yeah but he said it in such a seductive voice I swear I felt myself...no I'm not even going to say it. Once he said those words, he backed away very slowly, allowing his hand to slide down my leg and off my knee. His eyes never left mine, even as he lifted into the air once again and slowly glided back to the stage.
I hadn't even noticed that the song had ended, that is until I heard everyone in the entire club laughing their asses off. Even then that was after the guy had gone back behind the curtains.
I was so embarrassed that I quickly turned back towards the bartender, threw back my drink and then some money and left as quickly as possible.
I tried not to think about that guy for the rest of the day or where he had touched me. Yet even after I was back in my apartment my skin still tingled and felt warm from where he had touched me. I just couldn't get that guy out of my mind. His face, his remarkably curvy body and...his tail. Tail...tail...HE HAS A TAIL! Just like I do! Holy shit he has a tail...
Images of that guy kept running through my mind as I walked down the street back towards my apartment. I'm not gay or anything...far from I love women way too much to be gay.
Besides...I've had enough of guys...to last me a lifetime...
I was running, running faster than I had ever run before. My breath burned in my throat like fire, my lungs barely able to keep up. I glance over my shoulder seeing if I was still being pursued. I can hear the heavy footsteps pounding down the alleyway, heading in my direction. They suddenly turn the corner, I see them come towards me their faces blurred.
All blurred that is except for one. No not just one but two...I know them...I know them.
I turn away from them and try to run faster my breath comes in huge gasps I can't breath. My chest burns with the effort and my sides begin to hurt. I can feel my self beginning to slow, yet I force myself to keep moving, I had to get away from them I had to escape.
Everything goes dark.
There is a bright light. My eyes were closed, but that didn't do anything it still burned through. When I tried to turn my head away from the light, I couldn't.
I couldn't move.
My arms. My legs. My body.
Why am I strapped down?
How did I get here?
I suddenly feel a searing pain run all the way up my spin. I grimace with pain, eyes still closed, the pain gets worse, I begin to scream.
I suddenly jerk into a sitting position, sweat pours down my face. My whole body is shaking. I gingerly pull the restraining sheets away from my body. Breathing hard I slowly reach up to my face, feeling an old scar, my hand moves up to my forehead. What happened to me? I slowly collect myself remembering once again everything that had happened to me.
I look around the room in an attempt to gather my senses. I see bare walls a small table with one chair, a tiny kitchen with minimal supplies. Then of course the couch that I am laying on. Throwing my legs off the couch I sit there for a moment, resting my elbows on my knees, my face in my hands. Suddenly a face flashes in my mind...that guy...the image quickly disappeared and was replaced by a gruesome scene. My hands stretched up to my hair fingers curving into fists.
Why must my past haunt me so. I thought that I had gotten over it, I thought I had escaped it. Yet here I am once again being woken by dreams from that time. Yet something was different this time.
I felt pain in my back again. Shooting pain. Looking down I quickly pulled my tail out from underneath me. The middle area, just below the tip was the most sensitive. Now at least I knew where the pain had come from.
Now back to the differences.
What was different about this one? Wait...I could see faces this time. Always before...they were blurred...but this time...I could see two of them. My father...and...that guy...yeah that guy...that guy from the club...that guy with the tail.
Why was I thinking about that guy? Why would he be in my dream? No matter, I probably just thought too much about him last night.
I really need to get my mind off of my past. I need to think about something else, something pleasant. Something nice.
With a sigh I slowly stood up glancing down at the alarm clock that sat on the floor. 5:30 a.m fine. I stumbled over towards the bathroom pawing at the wall searching for the light switch as I went inside. I found it and slowly flipped it on. The light was blinding, I covered my eyes with one of my hands, waiting until I could see.
After a few seconds I was able to see clearly enough to make it to the toilet. Once I was done relieving myself I turned to the shower, turning it on cold. I then stripped off the sweat pants I had been wearing and climbed in.
The shower was like ice, causing my muscles to bunch up and goose bumps to appear all over my body. I gasped trying to catch the breath that had suddenly escaped me. Breathing hard I quickly soaped up my body and rinsed. Stepping out of the shower I quickly grabbed a towel and began drying.
"Trunksy-Poo!" oh god, don't tell me SHE was here. "Ohhh Trunkkkssssss Where are youuuu?" yeah it was her. Great. Why the hell did she have to come over here?
"Go away Bra!" I yelled knowing that she wouldn't leave.
"Oh Trunks so there...EEEE! Don't you have any modesty at all! You are such a pervert!" Her face grew bright red as she quickly turned her back to me. I grinned knowing how uncomfortable she was around naked guys, especially her brother.
"I told you to go away Bra," I said still grinning.
"Trunks you should know better than to leave your bathroom door open! Now my eyes are burned for life!" Poor Bra she was such a ditz. Then again after what we went through I can't really blame her.
Bra was very careful about keeping her back turned as I moved around my apartment stark naked. "Trunks I do wish you would get some modesty and start bringing your clothes to the bathroom with you."
"Why?" I replied "You're the only one who ever comes over here, it's not as if I get a whole lotta company" I was pissed, and I'm sure that my tone will probably upset her, but right now I really could care less.
"You don't have to sound so mean Trunks." Yeah she was upset. I went ahead and put some pants on, carefully pushing my tail through the hole in them.
"Ok Bra, what do you want?" I asked her, she finally turned around, slowly.
"Trunks what are you going to do with your life?" She asked, I just rolled my eyes at her and went looking for a shirt. "Trunks I'm serious, you need to find a job."
"Bra I have a job"
"I mean a REAL job, being a man whore isn't a job"
That was it. I turned around so fast that Bra yelped. I began slowly walking towards her, with every step I took she backed away. That is until the wall prevented her from going any further. I smacked the wall just beside her face. Causing her to jerk her face away from me. She was shaking, tears filling her wide eyes.
"Get this straight, I am NOT a man whore. I do what I have to, to survive." At this point the tears were free flowing, her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes rimmed red. I wasn't sorry for scaring her. She should know better than to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. I glared at her for a moment more allowing my message to sink in.
Shaking my head I pushed myself away from the wall and turned away from her. "Just go live your own life Bra, don't worry about me." After a moment I felt her arms encircle my chest from behind. She carefully lay her head on my back.
"Oh big brother, you know I could never do that, I care about you far too much." Her voice was quivering. I could feel a small smile creeping upon my lips, despite myself. Pulling her hands off of my chest, I turned around and hugged her, kissing the top of her head. I could feel her tears falling on my bare chest as she continued to cry.
"If you ever need anything..."
"Yeah I know big brother I'll come straight to you." I nodded giving her one last hug before I gently pushed her away at arms length, my hands on her shoulders.
"Go home Bra" I said as gently as I could. She sniffed and then nodded agreement, slowly turning away from me and towards the door.
"Oh and Bra" She turned around looking at me expectantly "Don't come here again,"I said with a cold tone "you know how to contact me."
I saw her tense as a few tears slid down her cheeks she nodded, her eyes falling towards the floor, and left.
Shaking my head again I turned away from the door and grabbed a shirt from the floor, smelling it. Well it smelled clean so I went ahead and slipped it over my head, pulling it down over my chest.
Glancing at the clock I noticed that it was about time for my next...appointment. No I had not escaped my past. I realize that now as I walk down the street hands in my pockets.
Here it is, time for me to help another poor soul with their sex life. Sighing I slowly climbed the steps. I knocked on the door and then waited for a moment as the person inside began undoing the numerous locks on the inside of their door.
"Thank you for coming Sir, please come in."
A few hours later I was once again on the street checking my watch. As I saw the time I began to think about that guy again. For some reason he was never far from my mind. Always in the back somehow popping up when I least expected it. I believe the bartender said his name was Goten.
It was a little funny, every time I began thinking about him my leg, you know where he touched me, would begin to tingle. As if my nerves were dancing a fiesta.
I wasn't really thinking about where I was going or for a matter of fact paying attention.
I began to day dream about him. Wondering what he was like, as a person, or a friend, even a lover. Soon I found myself standing in front of the club that he usually performed at. Shrugging I went ahead and went inside. This time though once I was in I quickly shut the door so as to avoid the dirty looks again. I carefully made my way back towards the stool that I had occupied the day before.
The bartender of course was grinning from ear to ear. I figured that he was still thinking about what Goten had done to me yesterday. Lucky for him he kept his mouth shut and only smiled and nodded asking me what I'd have.
I went ahead and just ordered a Dr. Pepper I really wasn't in the mood for alcohol. Once I had my ice cold drink I turned my back towards the counter and leaned against it, waiting for the show to start.
It was a few moments before the girl came out. So I patiently waited watching her 'skit' I guess you could say.
For some reason though, I really wanted to see that guy again. I subconsciously touched my thigh, running my fingertips down along the same path that He had gone. When I looked down I noticed my palm resting on my knee, the lat place his hand had touched, the place where his body and mine separated.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? This was a guy after all, and I'm not gay. Right? Yes that's right I never was gay and I never will be. Then again...there was something really different about that guy. Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Kinda like when you want to say something really important, and it's on the tip of your tongue but you just can't seem to get it out. It was rather frustrating if you ask me.
Spinning around on my bar stool I glanced around for the bartender. Once I saw him I was able to catch his eye and signal him over. At this point the girl had finished her part, and she slipped off the stage and into the audience hanging out with some friends. Now the DJ was playing whatever he pleased. That guy never did come out. So my need to see him was never satisfied.
"Yo, Bartender," I said as he walked my way.
"Tom" he replied a grin on his face.
"Oh, Trunks" I said shaking his hand. Formal introductions aside I was quick to speak. "So Tom, what do you know about...Goten." I said his name carefully not sure if I was pronouncing it right or not.
Tom stood there for a moment, the look on his face told me that he was wondering just how much to tell me. Finally he spoke: "How come you wanna know about him?"
"Well...I...uh" I couldn't believe I was stuttering. I could feel my face grow warm which most likely meant that I was blushing. Geez I was so embarrassed.
Tom only laughed smaking his hand down on the counter. "S'ok kid no need to say anymore." I was dumbstruck and I guess my expression showed it because Tom laughed even harder. Scowling I just glared at him waiting until he had control over himself again. "He does that to a lot of guys around here."
"What?" I said slightly confused.
"You know makes 'em forget that he's a guy." No way. I couldn't believe what Tom had just told me, could that be why I felt such a strong need to see him again? Was it really because I forgot that he was a guy?
"He's advertising too you know."
"What? Advertising?" I said, having been snapped out of my thoughts. What could Goten be advertising?
"Yeah you know when he dances." I was still confused for some reason unable to make the connection. "His mere presence is enough to turn any woman on, and even the straightest men can't stop their bodies from reacting when he dances."
"Oh." What else could I say? I had just found out that the guy that I couldn't stop thinking about was exactly what I was trying not to be. He was very close to being the man of my dreams and now I find out that he is a man-whore. I quickly glanced around the whole bar noticing a few women, but then a whole lot of men.
Whatever else Tom had to say, at that moment I wasn't really in the mood to hear it. I paid for my drink and excused myself. As I was walking away I heard Tom yell after me something about me ever coming around again. I just waved my hand at him and kept going. Perhaps someday I would come back. But right now I didn't think that I could deal with the thought of Goten being a man-whore.
Tom's POV
I have no idea what got into Trunks. He wanted to know about Goten so I told him. I didn't think that he would take it so seriously.
"So Tom, what got into that guy all of a sudden?" I quickly looked over to see miss priss, Goten's singing partner.
"I dunno he was fine a minute ago and then all of a sudden he just kinda withdrew into himself."
"What were you two talking about hmmmm?" She asked. Though the question was innocent enough I knew what she was like. Glancing down I saw the end her tail twitching back and forth, curling in on itself. She was the type of person whom you didn't want to get on their bad side, and right now it looked as if she wasn't in the mood for games.
So I sighed and shook my head again. "He wanted to know about Goten." The moment I said those words I say her face grow hard with anger. She was far too overprotective of Goten yet everybody knew that he could take care of himself.
"So what did you tell him?" Her voice was low and dangerous. I knew that she wouldn't do anything to me She never was able to intimidate me like she could others. Yet I also knew that she would keep an eye on Trunks from now on.
"I told him about Russell."
"You did WHAT!" Oh yeah she was pissed.
"Liz don't worry about it I don't think that he got the whole idea, I just simply told him that Goten was advertising, and if I'm not mistaken, he took that thought the wrong way."
From those words I could see her calm down. The anger left her face and she looked thoughtful. "So he most likely thinks that Goten is a man-whore" she said it carefully. I only nodded believing that to be true.
"And from the looks of it, that thought didn't please him at all." Liz only smiled.
"Good, then he should stay away for a while" she said as she slid off the barstool. Turning away from me she began to walk away.
"So my suspicions were correct then" I said to her back. Her actions allowed me to connect the dots. I saw her back stiffen her tail lashing through the air at my words.
"Yes" she replied coldly turning her head slightly so that I could see the side of her face. She was angry. Liz had never wanted to admit it to herself nor believe that it was true. But now I had placed her in a position to where she was forced to tell the truth.
I simply nodded signaling to her that I was done. She scowled, turned her gaze back to the stage and continued to walk away.
Goten's POV
"Man what a bummer. I'm so board!" Here I am laying on the couch hands behind my head, feet propped up by the arm rest of the far side of the couch. A nice little blanket draped over my stomach and legs. I really do hate being ill.
Ah CHOOO ow. I grabbed my poor nose it hurt to sneeze and I hated it. Great there it was again, I could just smell the blood. With a sigh I got up, still holding my nose and went to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, I rested my hands on either side of it. I stood there for a few moments just letting the blood drip from my nose.
I heard a door open and close. Great Liz was home. I decided that I no longer cared. So I allowed her to find me like this.
"Goten...oh not again" I could hear the disappointment in her voice. She hated it when my nose bled, and the fact that I just let it put her in an even worse mood. I only grinned at her still leaning over the sink.
Liz was quick to grab some tissue paper and stuff it in my nose. "Ow, not so rough!" I told her grabbing her hand to stop her. I glanced over at her face, she looked pissed. "What's got your panties in a wad?" I asked her grinning as she gave me the finger.
She was quick to turn away from me and walk out of the bathroom. "Hey! Liz I'm talking to you" I really do hate it when she ignores me. So just to teach her a lesson I allowed some of my energy out of my hand, curving it into a small ki ball. Pulling my fist back I prepared to hurl it at her.
"Don't even think about it" she said her voice sharp. GAH! her words knocked me off balance causing me to fall forward and land right on my face. The ki ball faded from my hand it wasn't big enough to hold it's shape for too long.
I just layed there whimpering my pain. Liz just laughed. Rolling over onto my back I lifted one of my arms laying it across my forehead.
"So did that guy show up today" I said weakly. I heard a door slam shut, flinching I gingerly tilted my head back seeing Liz's door to her bedroom closed.
"I guess that's a yes, darn. Such a shame I missed him. I hope he shows up next time" with a sigh I pulled my head back forward. I lay there for a few more minutes that is until my back started to hurt. So I rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled over to the couch. Pulling myself onto it I flopped down, and closed my eyes. I soon found myself whispering a song to myself:
"I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy...I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need... I'll love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do, I will be strong I will be faithful cuz I'm counting on a new beginning... a reason for living... a deeper meaning yeah..."
In my mind I could see that guy, the one with the lavender colored hair, deep blue eyes and the crook in his tail. Yea that guy...
To Be Continued...
Wow...so much stuff in the first chapter... Anyway who is this Russell guy? And exactly what does Goten and Trunks do for a living? Will our two heros ever see each other again? And what happened in Trunk's past to make him so...aggressive and how the hell did he get that crook in his tail?
Any-who PLEASE REVIEW! I know that I sometimes have a problem with my tenses and stuff but it's all good...not too bad for my first fic...I think. ;)
If you like it then I've got a whole lot more coming and not all of it will be touchy feelie and happy. Perhaps in the next chapter I shall reveal Trunk's past, or maybe I'll revel what Goten and Trunks does for a living...who knows what I'll do next...evil laugh
