Three hours (and seven rounds) later, Vegeta was surprised to find himself on the dance floor. Sure, he was drunk, but even at his drunkest he usually didn't dance. But when Neria had seemed like she would abandon him for a chance to dance with Goku, he had jumped at her invitation. Of course, Goku hadn't excused himself—he was right there dancing too, looking somehow less drunk than Vegeta felt, although he had drank the same amount.
The music throbbed through his chest. He felt the curve of Neria's body against his, and put his hands on her hips as they ground together. He looked over her shoulder and up at Goku, who was similarly enamored of the woman's touch. Goku looked down at her with rapt attention, a hungry look in his eyes.
She turned in their mutual embrace and faced Vegeta. The smell of her again permeated his entire existence. He felt her leg creep up the outside of his leg, wrapping suggestively around him. He watched her as she leaned back into Goku's chest, moaning slightly.
Goku was breathing heavy, Vegeta could sense his arousal. They locked eyes. Suddenly Vegeta felt that hunger himself, for her and for Goku. From the looks of Goku, he was thinking the same thing.
The music slowed, and Neria straightened, uncoiling from the position she had the two men in. Without a word, she turned and started to walk for the rear door of the club. At the threshold, she turned back and crooked a finger, beckoning them to follow. They practically shoved one another out of the way as they followed her. Where was she headed?
Outside, the two Saiyans looked left and right, unable to see where their new "friend" had gone off too. Then—if they didn't know better, they'd swear she had dropped from the sky—she was behind them, touching them again, rubbing her hands down their backs.
"I was feeling like we needed more privacy," she drawled, slightly intoxicated but smiling widely. As they both turned towards her, she made her move, dropped her hand down unexpectedly and rubbed what were already two full-blown erections. Goku groaned and reached his hand out to steady himself with Vegeta's shoulder; Vegeta tilted his head back and sighed with pleasure. "So, boys…where to?"
She stopped stroking them and crossed her arms over her chest. Goku honestly thought she looked like a female Vegeta at that moment, standing there like that. The men exchanged a glance—despite their intoxication, they both knew they were in a dilemma. Capsule Corp. was completely across town, and of course they hadn't driven to the club. They could call a cab, but it seemed so ridiculous. Vegeta was puzzling out how to get this beautiful woman back to his bed, but the alcohol and the nearness of her body (and, admittedly, Kakarott's strong hand on his shoulder) was distracting.
Goku laughed suddenly, and stooped to pick Neria up his big arms. "If I show you something, promise not to be scared?" he said to her. Vegeta narrowed his brows—what was that overgrown idiot doing?
The next thing he knew, Goku was high above him, flying up into the sky with Neria in his arms. His jaw dropped as he thought that possibly this was the end of their fun time with this woman, who almost certainly would run screaming from them as soon as Goku put her down. He'd be damned if he was going to get left behind though, and shot up into the night sky, chasing after Goku's ki.
As he neared them, he heard something unexpected—Neria was giggling.
"Kakarott! You can put me down! I can fly too! I can do it myself!" She was practically crying with laughter, but Vegeta was sure that she had just said she could fly on her own.
Goku slowed to a halt in mid-air, and Vegeta caught up alongside them. Neria's long, tantalizing legs stuck out askew from the way Goku was holding her. She was still giggling, mockingly pounding on Goku's big chest with closed fists.
"Watch, silly." She cleared her throat as if preparing for a performance, and reached her hand daintily for Vegeta. "Geta, would you mind balancing me?" she uncurled from Goku's arms and dipped slightly, then found her center and floated next to them, arms crossed again. "See? I told you!"
"Wow, that's really great, Neria!" Goku said, hand itching his mass of black hair. "I don't think we've ever met someone that knew how to fly, at least, not someone we didn't teach."
"I've never taught anyone how to fly, Kakarott." Vegeta scowled, suddenly feeling jealously at the rapport between his sometimes-lover and the beautiful woman. The two of them laughed, and Neria rested her hand on Vegeta's arm again.
"Lead on, boys!"
