Disclaimers: Well, Tenshi/Xi is mine. Actually, she's me. Yes, this is a big ol' Mary Sue of SI Fluff. But I don't care. I gotta live my fantasies somehow--might as well live them with a hunk and a half like Vejiita, ne?
Vejiita-oujisama is mine as well...or at least his attitude in here is. Many of you will think he and other characters are OOC, but that's fine. That's your opinion. His original conception and the others from DragonballZ are kudos to Toriyama-sama.
Saotome Ranma and Hibiki Ryouga are from Takahashi-sama's universe. In the beginning. Now they are here.
There is a reference to a Gundam Wing male
in there are well...but that's okay. He can belong to whomever he
wants. The characters of Gamma and Theta are not mine as well.
They were other rp'ers, but their names have been changed for their benefit.
BTW--Uchuu Senshi means Universe Warrior, or Warriors of
the Universe. Which I think sounds really cool. ^_^ Anyway,
I have rambled on enough. Please Review, and let me know what you
think of my dream. Domo arigatou!
Uchuu Senshi--Tenshi's Tale
Vejiita sat in a meditative posture
in his room, silent; his head
bowed and eyes closed. He was trying
to remember
something--anything about how or why he
was stuck on this rock that
floated in the middle of empty space.
The only thing he really could recall
was Buu. And the fight.
And his subsequent...death...by his own
hands. A fuzzy figure of blue
haunted the corners of his memory, but he
pushed it aside, to focus
on more concrete ideas--like where was he,
and how did he get here?
Well, he knew some. The very
first clear memory was of a
large room. As he took in his surroundings,
he noticed that every
single male he had ever really come into
contact and associate with on
Chikyuu was in the room--plus several that
were unfamiliar to him.
What surprised him was that he caught sight
of his father, and
several other Saiya-jiin that should have
died when Friiezer blew up
Vejiita-sei. But one thing was for
certain. Everyone in the room was
just as confused and disoriented as he was.
But at least he was not alone.
Kakarotto and his brats were there--lucky
him--and the four
found each other immediately. Several
of the Zed Senshi joined
their small group, but he ignored them for
the most part.
So he was in familiar company--per say.
But the most odd thing that he noticed
as he took in his
surroundings was that every male in the
room, and checking quickly,
including him, had a tail. A Saiya-jiin
tail. Even Kakarotto and his
spawn. The first item on the agenda
was to reacquaint his lost--and
tremendously missed--appendage to the rest
of his body.
His attention was brought back away
from his tail when a
rather willowy female with dark brown hair,
and large, dark eyes
entered the room, accompanied by another
female, with a shock of
dark blue hair.
"Greetings, gentlemen," the dark-haired
female spoke with a
slow, slurring accent. "You are more
than likely confused on your
whereabouts. I will try to address
the main questions now, and when
done, answer what questions you have."
She paused and glanced around, her
dark eyes taking in each
face. "You, gentlemen, are on a planetoid
deep in space. Where you
ask? Well, according to our star charts,
a long, long, ways away from
home." Her comment spurned several
chuckles and a few snorts.
"Where we are is a pocket dimension completely
separate from all of
your timelines. We are in our own
little niche in space, and so far, it
is quite nice."
"To answer your next pressing question,
why are you here, I
have several explanations. To be honest,
your home worlds are gone.
Destroyed. Annihilated. Xed.
Each of your own dimensions has
collapsed into themselves." Several
loud murmurs and complaints
wafted through the room--a few cries of
anguish pierced the clamor.
The wooden-haired female held up her hand
to calm the crowd.
"Please--I will explain. Yes, it is
devastating. We were only able to
save the ones our tesseract located--males
with the largest ki on
your respective planets."
"Why have your individual universes
collapsed? Well, several
were destroyed by the creature known as
Maijin Buu. Others, Cell.
Still, others were torn apart by war, and
the very strands that wove
the fabric of the universe together.
But the point is that we were
able to save you, and you are alive.
Hopefully, you'll be able to call
our little 'House on the Rock' home."
She gave her companion a
glance and nodded. "So before we give
you a tour of Headquarters,
and show you to your rooms in the Habitat
Wings, we'll take some
questions."
A question was thrown out into the
fray immediately. "Who
are you?"
The brown-haired female blinked.
"Didn't I introduce myself?
Well, where are my manners? You can
call me Gamma, and as you'll
find out, all of the Uchuu Senshi have code
names. My companion
here with the lovely hair of blue is Theta"
A young male with a bandanna wrapped
around his forehead
raised his hand. "Yes, Hibiki-san?"
He blinked. "You know who I am?"
Gamma nodded. "Hai. Besides
my duties as the Official
Greeter," she grimaced a bit and muttered
something about losing a
bet, "I am also the Chief Medical Officer.
I have records on each
one of you--the tesseract was able to download
each of your
dimension's basic statistics and records--especially
concerning the
ones that it caught. You all will
be visiting me at some point to have
thorough physicals and exams. Did
you have another question,
Hibiki-san?"
He nodded slowly. "Then you'd
probably be the one to talk
about this, being a doctor and all."
He reached behind him, and
brought forth an object. "What is
this?"
Gamma threw a grin to Theta, who grinned
knowingly back.
"That is your tail, Hibiki-san."
The young male frowned. "I'm
not supposed to have a tail, am
I?" A young male with a long black
braid, approximately the same
age, snickered next to him.
Gamma nodded. "Yes, you are,
Hibiki-san. And you too,
Saotome-san. When you were brought
through the tesseract onto
our Home Base, your DNA was modified so
you could exist on the
planetoid with no problems. We have
an increased gravity field here,
and if you wander outside the Biosphere,
a harsh climate. What you
are now, is half Human, and half Saiya-jiin."
"What is a Saiya-jiin?" Ryouga
questioned, fingering his new
appendage carefully.
Gamma's posture changed and she switched
into 'lecture'
mode. "A Saiya-jiin is a humanoid
from Vejiita-sei. This planet did
exist within your dimension, Hibiki-san,
so yes, there is life 'out
there,' albeit it rested about a trillion
light years away from your
Chikyuu. The Saiya-jiin--" she
paused and looked out into the
audience. "Son Goku, would you mind
coming over here?"
Goku started slightly. "Nani?
Okay, Gamma-san." He glanced
at Vejiita and shrugged, loping easily to
where Gamma and Theta
stood on a small dais.
Gamma gave him a small smile.
"Arigato, Son-san. This,
Hibiki-san, is a perfect example of the
model Saiya-jiin." A loud
snort was heard from the audience.
She threw a sharp glare into the
crowd. "Vejiita-oujisama, you know
just as well as I do what Goku-san
here is capable of." She composed
herself and continued on. "The
Saiya-jiin is humanoid in appearance, and
the only different
characteristics are the brown furry tail,
and the usually
uncontrollable black hair. Most are
fairly tall, topping over six feet,
and have deep black pupil-less eyes."
She walked around him. "Saiya-jiin
are born warriors--they
are trained from the moment they can walk
to fight and the rules of
battle--that there are no rules. Bloodlust
runs thick in their veins;
this trait makes them very excitable, especially
when a challenge is
issued, or a upcoming battle is about to
take place. They are also
protective of their own, especially to a
Bonded Mate and their
offspring. But most think that this
is a hindrance to the warrior's
spirit, making them weak, and burdening
them with unnecessary
emotions."
"The tail," with a look, and
an open palm, she indicated to
Goku, who obediently placed his newly-regenerated
body part in her
hand, "the tail is very sensitive to the
touch. Thousands of nerves
run through its length, most ending close
to the surface. It is a
direct extension of the spine, as in most
mammals."
She started to stroke the soft fur
lightly. A look of pure
bliss crossed Goku's face, and a loud rumbling
echoed throughout the
room. "As you can tell, the tail can
be used for pleasure--" all of a
sudden, Goku's face scrunched up and he
let out a scream of pure
agony. He dropped to the knees, panting
through the pain. "Or pain
and punishment. A firm, hard grip
on the tail can render the
strongest Saiya-jiin defenseless.
It can be desensitized, but it
works both ways--you lose the pleasure with
the pain." She released
Goku's tail and it immediately wrapped tightly
around his waist.
She extended a hand, and helped the
tall Saiya-jiin to his
feet. "Gomen nasai, Son-san, for treating
you like that. I know how
painful it can be." She waved her
own tail behind her.
He nodded a little shakily. "It's
okay, Gamma-san. I've
forgotten how painful my tail can get."
"So why not dock it, like a canine's?
If it such a weakness?"
An intense young man with his black hair
tightly pulled back into a
small pony tail, threw out the next question.
Gamma raised a thin eyebrow at him
and drawled out her
response. "It would be an ideal solution,
but I would not recommend
it to a Saiya-jiin who has experienced the
wonders of his tail." She
nodded to the several full-and half-blooded
Saiya-jiin that were
giving the young man intense death glares.
"For you see, Saiya-jiin have an interesting
ability that goes
along with the tails. You have heard
of werewolves, Chang-san?" The
young male in question nodded curtly.
"Well, when a tailed Saiya-jiin
looks at a full moon, he becomes an Oozaru.
Or a were-ape, to be
more graphic. This metamorphosis only
occurs at the full moon--but
it is prized by the Saiya-jiin for the increase
of their strength by
ten-fold. A warning, though, for you
novice-Oozaru--when you go
Oozaru, your mind will also turn Oozaru,
which means that instincts
and very little rational thought permeates
your minds. You can be
trained to control your actions, but I do
not recommend turning
Oozaru without a trained Saiya-jiin in your
presence."
Goku looked worried. "Do you have moon cycles?"
Gamma shook her head. "There
is no moon that orbits our
planetoid. So there will be no accidental
Oozaru sightings. But
several of the full-blooded Saiya-jiin know
how to create an artificial
moon with a special ki technique, but they
know better to do so in a
reckless manner." She pointedly glared
at Vejiita and Bardocku.
Goku relaxed slightly.
Gamma glanced at Theta and nodded.
"Well, if anyone has
more questions, you can ask your friendly
neighborhood Uchuu
Senshi, and they should be able to help
you, or direct you to what you
seek. Now, Theta here will take you
on a tour, while I wait outside
the Habitat Wings and assign living quarters."
******
And so, after a whirlwind tour of the
large spread of rooms,
and Biospheres that had every weather climate
imaginable, he was
shown the rooms that he now resides in.
They weren't the Royal
Suites on Vejiita-sei, as much as he could
remember of that time, but
they suited his needs.
A loud knock on the door brought him
out of his intense
contemplation. Without opening his
eyes, he snarled. "What do you
want, Kakarotto-baka?"
Goku peeked his head around the door
frame. "Whatcha
doing, Vejiita?"
"I was meditating until you interrupted me."
"Gomen ne, Vejiita," Goku apologized
sincerely. "I was just
wondering if you were going to go to The
Spot tonight?"
The Spot was a nightly activity for
many, if not all, of the
inhabitants of the HQ. A trendy nightclub
atmosphere, the
residents of HQ would entertain themselves
into the wee hours of
the night, dancing, talking, socializing--in
general, having a gay ol'
time. Many stayed for hours upon end
to create strong friendships.
He rarely graced the entrance.
"Why would I want to go to that baka
noisemaker? The last
time I got within several meters of the
*doors*, my ears rang for a
week." He scowled darkly at such an
offending suggestion.
"Aw, come on, Vejiita, it's a fun place!
You need to get out and
have some fun, and socialize with your people.
How do you expect to
rule over them if you don't know what drives
them?"
"Bakana. I refuse to show myself
in such a low-class dive.
The Saiya-jiin no Ouji is above such frivolities."
He sniffed and
tossed his nose into the air.
Goku grinned. "Your Tousan seems
to like it there--especially
when Theta is at his side."
Vejiita snorted disdainfully.
"My 'Tousan' is an pitiful old
fool, who lets the wiles and the pheromones
of a female cloud his
judgment."
Goku leaned upon the frame. "If
you come tonight, I'll let you
beat me in our next sparring match."
If it could, Vejiita's scowl got darker.
"Baka. Who lets who
win? You are the pathetic Third-class
baka, while I am an Elite." He
sighed loudly. "Fine, I will come
to your miserable hole-in-the-wall.
But mark my words, Kakarotto. The
moment my ears start ringing, I
am out of there, and your ass is grass."
Goku nodded emphatically, large grin
covering his features.
"Hai, Vejiita! You won't regret it!
Make sure you're ready at eight,
and I'll swing by with a couple of the guys.
Make sure you wear
something loose, and cool--it can get hot
in there."
Vejiita frowned. "I do
not need dressing tips from you,
Kakarotto. Now, leave, or I will revoke
my acceptance."
Goku nodded, knowing it was time to
leave. "Hai, Vejiita! See
you at eight! You won't regret it,
I promise!" And with a jovial wave,
shut the door.
Vejiita slammed his eyes shut once
more, trying to achieve his
lost concentration. "Baka Third-class
kusotare..." he muttered to
himself. Although he didn't show it
on the outside, something stirred
within the soul of the Saiya-jiin no Ouji
at his subject's invitation.
Something was going to happen tonight, and
he was damn sure he was
not going to miss it.
End Part One
Begin Part Two
Soon, eight o'clock rolled around--way
too soon for the surly
Saiya-jiin no Ouji--and as the clock stuck
the appointed hour, a loud
knock reverberated throughout the silent
room. "Are you ready,
Vejiita?" The voice of Goku muffled
its way into Vejiita's ears.
The Prince let out a long sigh and
shook his head, rubbing his
nose. "Why did I agree to this again?"
He mumbled to himself.
"'Cause I said you could beat me up!"
Goku's jovial face
peeked around the open door, a large grin
lighting his features.
Vejiita scowled and crossed his arms
indignantly. "Baka, I
know why! I am just questioning my
sanity at the time I agreed to go
on this frivolous outing." He squared
his shoulders and threw open
the door. "Let's get this over with.
The sooner I get there, the
sooner I get to leave and pound some sense
into your feeble mind."
He slammed the door shut behind him.
The three Saiya-jiin in the hall; Goku,
Ranma, and Ryouga, gave
each other a confused glance. "It's
a fun place, Ouji-sama," Ranma
spoke. "There's music, dancin', and
lots of new people to meet."
Goku nodded. "Hai! It's
a great place to meet new people!
And they usually have a large buffet set
up too! With lots of good
food." Goku glanced down at the shorter
male. "You picked a good
outfit, Vejiita. Some nights, it gets
really hot in there." Vejiita
glanced down at his clothing which consisted
of tight black pants, a
white t-shirt, and a short sleeved black
dress shirt that hung open,
unbuttoned. Black hiking boots completed
the ensemble. The other
three were dressed in a similar manner.
Vejiita snorted. "I don't
need your fashion tips, Kakarotto.
I know how to dress myself."
Goku shrugged. "I was just commenting.
Anyway, we should
get going before all the good tables are
taken."
Ryouga snorted. "There is no such thing
as a bad table,
Goku-san."
Goku shook his head. "I guess
not. But I want to get there
before all the good food is gone!"
The two Saiya-jiin chuckled as
they walked down the hall. Vejiita
just snorted and followed.
***********
The four Saiya-jiin stopped in the
entranceway of The Spot,
and looked around. The music had begun
already, its driving beat
forcing the listener to tap your foot along
with it. A large amount of
people were already out on the dance floor
taking advantage of the
music. Others sat in small groups
off to the side, occupying the
chairs and tables. The sound of laughter
and conversation was heard
in between the pulses of the music.
Ranma pointed to an unoccupied
table, and the group moved to claim it.
"Did anyone want something from the
bar?" Ranma asked,
standing up again.
Ryouga and Goku each named a drink,
but Vejiita just ignored
him, sliding back into the darkened corner.
Goku quirked an eyebrow. "You
don't want anything to drink,
Vejiita?"
The Prince snorted. "If I did,
then I would have said
something, baka."
Goku and Ranma just glanced at each
other and shrugged. The
pigtailed Saiya-jiin left to fill their
orders, and Goku turned his
attention to the dance floor. "I wonder
what the big buzz is going to
be tonight?"
Ryouga shrugged, his eyes following
several people as they
writhed along with the music. "Who
knows? It changes every night."
Goku nodded in agreement.
Ranma returned with everyone's drinks.
"I brought you a
water spritzer, Vejiita-ouji. It gets
really hot in here when the
music picks up."
Vejiita just grunted.
"You wouldn't believe what I just heard
at the bar, guys,"
Ranma smirked as he sat down and watched
the crowds. "Guess who
might make an appearance tonight."
Both Ryouga and Goku shook their heads.
"We were just
talking about what tonight's buzz was going
to be," Goku mused.
"Just spill it, Ranma," Ryouga frowned slightly.
Ranma grinned and leaned back in his
chair, his tail lightly
resting across his lap. "Everyone
is talking about it. Tenshi might
show."
Both Ryouga and Goku's jaws dropped
to the ground. "Tenshi?
The Tenshi?" Ryouga sputtered.
"Hai!" Ranma nodded excitedly.
"A couple people up at the
bar were sayin' that someone overheard her
talkin' to one of her
deputies saying that she has off tonight
and that she was thinkin' of
coming down. Isn't that cool?"
Vejiita had been silent, sulking to
himself in his dim corner.
His ears, though, pricked at Ranma and the
others' exhuberation at
the mention of the unknown female's name.
A tingle ran down his
spine at the mention of her name.
"Why are you getting so worked up
over a baka female?" He sneered at
them, coming forward slightly
out of his shadow.
Goku blinked a few times. "You've
never heard of Tenshi-san,
Vejiita? Actually, her Senshi alias
is 'Xi'. She's the head of
security here at HQ."
"A female in charge of security?"
Vejiita raised an eyebrow.
"That's ludicrous. And what kind of
alias is 'Xi'?" He snorted at the
audacity of it all.
Ranma shook his head. "Xi is
one of the best Security people
around. Her specialty is stealth.
She and her crew of deputies that
patrol the station actually seem to be part
of the shadows." He
leaned forward slightly. "Have you
ever thought someone was
watching you, and when you look, you think
you see someone out of
the corner of your eye? Well, that's
more than likely Xi and her
security team."
Ryouga nodded in agreement. "Hai.
They are really
effective--no one really knows where they
are, and they can
disappear within a blink of an eye."
The Ouji crossed his arms, not impressed.
"Any good senshi
can do that."
Ranma continued, nonplused at Vejiita's
comment. "And she
got called 'Xi' because not many people
know her very well. She's
busy with her Uchuu Senshi duties, so she
doesn't go out much.
Plus," he shrugged, "she works a lot
at night. No one really ever sees
her. So they think she's this mysterious
creature. Intrigue and all
that stuff."
"But when she does have time, she comes
here to dance. She
is one of the best dancers I have ever seen."
Goku smiled into the
air. "She can judge your character
just by your dancing abilities."
Something sparked in Ranma's eyes.
"And she's not mated.
Rumor is that if anyone can keep up with
her in one of her dances,
she'll consider mating with him."
His chest inflated slightly. "I've
held my own against her--but she's really,
really, *really* good." He
let out a small sigh.
"And you have not claimed her?"
Vejiita snorted. He threw a
glance to the taller Saiya-jiin. "What
about you, Kakarotto?
Shouldn't the Legendary Super Saiya-jiin
be able to keep up with
her?"
Goku smirked and shook his head.
"I could have." Ryouga and
Ranma both took in a sharp gasp of breath.
"But I didn't want to.
She's--" he scratched the back of
his head and shrugged his
shoulders, smiling sheepishly. "I
really don't know. I just know that
she isn't meant for me." He gave Vejiita
a sidelong glance and
winked. "But she is really pretty."
Ranma sighed once more. "She's
just not pretty--she's
*gorgeous*. She's got this dark purple
hair that you just want to
bury your nose and hands, and never come
out. And her eyes--you
could drown in their depths and be happy
that you died."
Ryouga let lout a sharp snort.
"It sounds like you've got a
hard crush, Saotome."
The pigtailed martial artist blushed
deeply and scowled. "Shut
up, Ryouga." His scowl quickly turned
to a wistful smile. "But ya
can't blame me for lookin'." He glanced
at Goku and nodded.
"Besides, I have a blast and a half just
dancing with her. I think
that'd change if I claimed her." He
frowned slightly, thinking.
Vejiita snorted in his chair.
"Sounds like you're not Saiya-jiin
enough to tame a female, Ranma."
He scowled and sat straighter in his
chair. "I just don't want
to, Ouji-sama. She wouldn't be Tenshi
if she was tamed." Ranma
threw him a glance. "You'll see if
she shows up tonight."
Vejiita just snorted.
******
Some time passed and the party was
in full swing. The dance
floor was getting crowded with thrashing
and gyrating sweaty bodies.
Goku, Ranma and Ryouga gradually abandoned
Vejiita for the pull of
the music and the dance floor.
Vejiita had taken up the interesting
hobby of people watching,
but soon got bored and had decided to leave.
As he stood up,
preparing to leave, a vision of silver caught
his attention out of the
corner of his eye.
The music slowed slightly and everyone
in unison turned to
stare at the female who suddenly appeared
in front of them out of
nowhere. A low murmur reached the
Ouji's sensitive ears.
"Tenshi's here."
"She made it."
"Kami, she's gorgeous..."
Vejiita did have to admit, as his eyes
tailed the female, she
was good on the eyes. The thick purple
hair was pulled back into a
high pouf with the white-blond streaks dangling
intermittently
around her face. The silver dress
she wore was tight, but the silky
cloth seemed to flow around her. As
she walked across the room,
smooth, tanned legs played peek-a-boo against
the thigh-high slit.
Her toned body spoke of poise and control,
yet a delicate femininity
and grace enimated from her. She was
definitely a member of the
female species--her relatively small chest
that peeked out of the
plunging neckline gave thorough evidence
to that fact. And to
Vejiita's pleasure, his attention was drawn
to the gently swaying tail
that flowed back and forth around her legs.
Yes, she was beautiful, Vejiita admitted
grudgingly, but
something else grabbed him as he watched
her make her way around
the room, chatting with several people,
including his father and the
small female that seemed to be attached
to his side. There seemed
to be an iron rod that ran just under the
soft curves. A hard fist of
steel--this female knew her purpose in life,
and wasn't going to take
anything from anyone that would try to dissuade
her from what she
had in her sights.
He sat back down, deciding that, maybe,
he needed to stay a
little longer. The atmosphere just
started to get interesting.
End Part Two
Start Part Three
Vejiita moved to a table closer to
the floor, yet still hidden
among the shadows. His eyes stared
holes into the gleaming silver
figure that languidly made her way through
the room. "An
interesting female--how can such a lithe
creature be the head of
security of an entire outpost?" He
mused aloud.
Soon, the music started strong again,
and giving the Saiya-jiin
she was talking to a pat on the back, she
made her way to the floor.
"Hmm, finally she shows off these dancing
skills Kakarotto and his
baka friends were talking about. Feh,
she's more than likely not very
good." He sat back, a pridefull smirk
curving at his thin lips.
The crowd parted slightly, letting
Tenshi in amid their
cramped midst. She gave the people
around her a small smile, and
with a glance at the DJ, she started to
move--slow and smooth, as if
she was warming up her muscles. Steadily,
she began to increase her
pace, moving faster and faster, while the
music changed its tempo to
meet her movements. Arms, legs, and
tail seemed to disappear and
reappear; she was moving that fast.
Her body twisted and contorted,
bending in impossible ways, as if she were
made of rubber. The song
gave a final fanfare, and on the last triumphant
beat, Tenshi stopped
her spin; going from dizzying spirals to
a complete standstill, arms
raised above her head.
A tremendous round of applause thundered
through The Spot;
whoops and hollers echoed in the large hall.
Tenshi brought her
hands down and glanced at the ring of observers
that surrounded
her. She smiled slightly, and swooped
low in a grand curtsey,
accepting the praise.
Vejiita finally blinked. He almost
gave in to the crowd and
clapped along with them, but his pride reared
its mighty head. He
shook his own back and forth and smirked
to himself. "She's good.
I'm rather surprised such skill could be
found in such a small
senshi...a female senshi to be exact.
Her movements were very
precise and controlled--even at the speeds
she attempted. It is
obvious she is highly trained. She
would make an excellent mate--"
His eyes widened as his words slowly
sunk in. "Mate? Where
in the hell did that come from?" Vejiita
glanced back to the dance
floor; Tenshi was dancing lightly with several
members of the
crowd--ALL MALE. "She is pleasant
on the eyes, and she seems to be
intelligent--but a MATE? Why would
I want to choose a bakana
female to mate?" A long-familiar,
and often-ignored, tightening in his
groin reminded him as she was twirled around
the floor by a faceless
male, and in the process, revealed a lot
of a smoothly muscled leg.
"Well, there is THAT--but to only base a
mating off of lust is
uncircumstancial. That is why whores
are used. But still..." he
stared into her face as she passed him on
the floor, oblivious to his
presence. The soft skin that graced
hard lines of muscle seemed to
contrast and flatter at the same time, framing
a picture of extreme
pleasure.
"Maybe a mate wouldn't be such a bad
idea. It would be nice
to have someone other than Kakarotto and
his brats to occupy the
hours he was stuck on this floating piece
of debris."
Vejiita rose from his chair and moved
even closer to the edge
of the dance floor, keeping one eye on the
patrons and the other on
the whirling silver Tenshi. As he
carefully took notice of the
dancers, he began to notice and decipher
certain patterns each
figure created out on the floor; how they
moved and interacted with
each other, complimenting or clashing against
the music and the
partner or partners.
But he also started to distinguish
another pattern, and Tenshi
was at the center of it. He noted
that as male upon male approached
the alluring female to partake in a dance,
she never turned down a
partner. And as it was the males that
initiated the dance, it also
seemed that they were the ones to finish
it as well--either by walking
away in disinterest, or with a scowl and
a curse under their breath.
He remembered Ranma mentioning that it was
fairly common
knowledge that she accepted 'Mating Dances'
or something odd in
that sense.
Vejiita shook his head as he watched
hopeful male after
hopeful male try their luck in taming the
Angel of the Dance Floor.
Each failing in their quest. "Baka
hormone-driven males. Don't they
see that she does not want to be controlled?
She needs someone to
match her abilities and to challenge her
to new levels, not to be
overpowered and tamed? She must have
an equal in all manners!" He
sucked in a breath and shook his head once
again. "Kuso! You're
talking with your own hormones again.
You're getting to be as bad as
the weaklings out on the dance floor!
You're the Ouji--you are above
such juvenile thoughts and feelings.
A female--it's getting to be as
bad as your Otousan...the old coot is letting
a weak female pull him
around by his tail." A random male
walked by him and threw him a
funny look. Vejiita growled and bared
his teeth, his unspoken warning
very loud and clear. The male scurried
away.
"Damn female," he scowled darkly,
"Now she has me talking to
myself out loud." He returned to his
silent study of the dance floor
once more to see Ranma approach Tenshi.
Their dance started out like all the
others, with the two of
them copying each other's moves. But
then the dance took a turn to
a newer, higher level, and after watching
them for a few moments,
Vejiita realized that both Ranma and Tenshi
were performing a
two-person kata. It was obvious to
his trained eyes that the kata
requiring the participants to anticipate
the other's movements, and
be able to adapt on a moment's notice.
He watched, entranced, as when the
music picked up its
tempo, the pair on the floor accordingly
did as well. Fists and feet
were flying at unmatchable speeds; bodies
were twisting and turning
at impossible angles. An unfamiliar
feeling started to swell and gnaw
at the Ouji's insides, making him feel sick
to his stomach. Vejiita
scowled, and realized what was happening.
"I am not jealous over a
DNA-enhanced Ningen! The female is
not mine--why would I be
jealous over where and with who she spends
her time?" The kata,
and their dance, accelerated even more.
The pace they and the music
set made them into dizzying blurs.
But all of a sudden, at the
pinnacle of the song, Ranma came to a complete
standstill. And then
so did Tenshi.
The pigtailed martial artist shook
his head, as if clearing his
mind from the fog their dance created.
He gave his partner a
dazzling smile and bowed low. Vejiita
watched as Tenshi frowned
slightly and mouthed one word. 'Why.'
Ranma mumbled something to
her as he stood up and she nodded her head
in acceptance. She
curtsied and then Ranma left the dance floor,
heading to the other
male that accompanied them here tonight.
Ryouga had a knowing smirk on his face
when Ranma
approached him. "I knew you couldn't
do it, Saotome."
"Shut up, baka," Ranma scowled
as he flopped into a chair.
"That was the hardest thing I ever done.
Stopping like that." He ran
a shaky hand over his face. "I could've
kept going--I could've--but
something gnawed at my insides, telling
me that it wasn't right." He
glanced at the floor and saw Tenshi was
already dancing with another
suitor. He let out a large sigh.
"Kuso...she was almost mine..."
Vejiita chuckled to himself and felt
the gnawing jealousy fade
away rapidly. "I told him he was chicken."
But it came back with a vengeance when
he looked back out
onto the dance floor. Goku stepped
up to Tenshi, and when she faced
him, he bowed low at his waist, his arm
swept out in a gentlemanly
gesture. Tenshi smiled back brightly
and curtsied low to him as well.
The mood of the music switched drastically,
going from the hard
beat of a thrash band to the gentle lilt
of a forty-piece orchestra.
The smooth tones of the violins, harpsichord,
and other pieces
sounded as the two of them clasped hands
and arms as they began
their slow sweep of the floor.
Vejiita stared, mesmerized by the smoothness
of the dance.
It wasn't as fast-paced as the one with
Ranma, but both still held
the grace, beauty and concentration as the
frenzied kata from
before. The two dancers moved with
a liquid grace that was
breathtaking to behold.
And Vejiita seethed with jealousy.
But before he could do anything about
his feelings, the
twinkling of the flutes fell away, and the
pair bowed to one another
once more, formal to the very end.
They talked quietly for a bit and
Goku enveloped her in a back-breaking hug
before he left the floor.
The tall Saiya-jiin came up next to
Vejiita, who gave him a
scalding glare, and sat down in a chair.
"She's good, ne, Vejiita?"
The Ouji gave him a non-committal grunt.
He glanced at his
sparring partner, then turned his attention
back to the dance floor.
"So far, you are the only one to complete
a full dance. And yet you
do not claim her as your mate."
Goku nodded, his own eyes watching
the floor as well, as
Tenshi gained yet another challenger for
the right to be her mate.
"She knows I don't want her in that way.
I just think she is a
wonderful dancer. She is also very
smart person to talk to, if you get
the chance."
Vejiita let out a snort. "Baka.
If she is that intelligent, why
did she talk to an imbecile like you?"
Goku smiled slightly, letting the insult
slide. "Well, the first
time I danced with her I completed it, not
knowing why she did these
dances, and walked away after it was over.
She came after me, really
angry and demanded why I refused her."
"You challenged her, and then didn't
follow through with the
victory." Vejiita raised an eyebrow at the
other male. "That is a very
hard insult to any senshi, Kakarotto.
You made it seem that she
wasn't worth the bother of claiming."
"Oi, I realize that now," Goku
sheepishly ran a hand through
his thick spikes. "But I explained
to her what I felt and why. She
thought about it for a minute and then accepted
what I had to say."
He grinned at Vejiita. "We talked
for hours that night, getting to
know each other. She is a wonderful
person, and I treasure her as a
close friend." He glanced up at Vejiita
and sighed slightly when he
realized that he was being ignored.
Goku followed the Ouji's gaze and realized
it was riveted on
Tenshi, who was walking off the floor toward
the bar for a break. A
wicked thought came to him, and the tall
senshi raised a thick
eyebrow, a slow, knowing smile spreading
across his jovial features.
"She's only going to be here for a little
longer, Vejiita."
The short male was snapped out of his
stare as he snorted
down at Goku, who had one of the biggest,
cheesiest looks on his
face. "And?"
"Well, if you want to dance with her,"
he shrugged and stood
up, "Now's your chance."
Vejiita blinked a few times at Goku,
surprise written across
his chiseled features. It quickly
turned into a dark scowl.
"Kakarotto, sometimes you need to learn
how to keep your mouth
shut. I do not have an interest in
the baka female. She is just
that--a bakana female." He crossed
his arms and turned away from
him. "The Saiya-jiin no Ouji has neither
the time nor the patience
for such an unnecessary commodity as a mate."
Goku snorted, a foreign sound coming
from him. "I never
mentioned anything about a mate, Vejiita."
He winked and left the
Ouji to his own thoughts.
*****
After a few moments of tense silence,
Vejiita let out a curse
at the retreating Goku. "Kusotare!
Tricking me like that! Just wait
until we fight--grrr!" The furious
Prince clenched his fists and
turned around. "No baka female is
worth this." He stormed away
from the dance floor, clearly evident that
he was going to leave.
But when he reached the entranceway,
a musical tinkling
caught his sensitive ears, and he froze
in place. He slowly turned
around to see Tenshi dancing on the floor
once more, this time to a
slow number, and close in the arms of a
male--very close. One arm
was thrown affectionately around his shoulders,
and the other was
clasped tight in her partner's hand.
The other arm of the male was
wrapped tight around Tenshi's glimmering
silver waist, and with it, he
drew her very close to his body. They
were talking animatedly, and
the musical tinkling that made him stop
before was realized to be her
laughter, as she reacted to something her
partner said.
A torrent of jealousy washed through
Vejiita's veins, making
him see red, as he stared at the pair dancing
so intimately together.
The darkness of the dance floor gave the
dancing pair a perfect veil
of privacy, even amid the large amount of
other dancers--effectively
blocking Vejiita's view of the male she
danced with. A low,
threatening growl started deep in his throat
and when it surfaced,
becoming a feral snarl, he began to
make his way once more to the
dance floor, clearly intent on killing the
male in his sights.
But he never got past the edge of the
seating area, for Goku
and Ranma flashed in front of him, blocking
him in his murderous
route.
"Vejiita, matte, turn the ki down,"
Goku spoke quietly, a
serious look on his face. "One of
the main rules of The Spot is 'no
ki', You'll get kicked out."
"When I finish disintegrating that
kusotare out there, then
I'll turn the ki down, bakayaro!"
Vejiita snarled, trying to push his
way between the pair of 'bodyguards.'
Ranma held firm. "But, Vejiita-ouji,
Tenshi can dance with
whoever she wants." He glanced into
the shorter male's fuming face
and grimaced. "Well, she can."
The Prince backed away from the pair,
eyeing them both to
see how far they'd go in enforcing 'the
rules'. He snorted loudly and
gave them a final glare before stomping
away to a dark secluded spot
of the club.
Ranma glanced at Goku, who was watching
Vejiita leave with an
expression of concern. "Why was he
so mad, Goku?"
"I don't know, Ranma," Goku turned
back to his companion as
he saw Vejiita melt into the shadows.
"I think, though, by the end of
the night, Tenshi is going to be claimed.
One way or the other." A
small smirk twitched at the tall male's
lips.
The pigtailed Saiya-jiin blinked a
few times. "Are you going to
claim her as your mate, Goku? But
I thought you said..."
He shook his head, and the black spikes
bounced. "Iie, it's not
me. Vejiita has set his sights on
her." He glanced down at Ranma.
"And what the Ouji wants..."
Ranma grinned wide, following his fellow
Saiya-jiin's thoughts.
"The Ouji gets, ne?" He returned his
own gaze to the floor, where
Tenshi was just finishing her slow dance
with Gohan. "Gohan-kun's
completing his dance, Goku--Are you sure
Vejiita is the one that will
claim Tenshi tonight?" He was still
skeptical about the Ouji's
motives. He felt protective of the
purple-haired female for some
reason...even though he did not claim her,
himself, he had a innate
connection to her. Somehow.
"Gohan is like a brother to her, Ranma.
They've been working
together a lot the past couple of weeks.
There's nothing going on
between them."
"If you say so, Goku." The pair
watched as Gohan and Tenshi
talked a bit on the dance floor. Gohan
leaned in to peck her on the
cheek, and Ranma and Goku sucked in a gasp
when they felt Vejiita's
ki spike off the charts. "Oh, boy,
Vejiita's really got it bad, ne?"
Goku frowned slightly. "Hai,
but what I'm worried about is
what if Tenshi doesn't return Vejiita's
feelings?" They let out the
breath when Gohan walked away, and Vejiita's
ki fell back to normal
levels--or at least normal for the state
of mind he was in.
"'Tousan, was that Vejiita's ki I just
felt before?" Gohan
made his way over to where Goku and Ranma
stood. "Hey, Ranma."
"Hey, Gohan," Ranma nodded to
Gohan. "Yeah, that was
Vejiita-ouji. Goku thinks Vejiita's
got the hots for Tenshi."
Gohan blinked a few times. "Nani?
Vejiita?" He snorted
softly. "Him and every other unmated
male in this place."
"Hai. It'd be best if you kept
your distance from her for a
bit, Gohan," Goku advised, giving
his son a warm smile. "I don't think
Vejiita's going to tolerate any more males
dancing with Tenshi,
tonight." He nodded to the dance floor,
where Tenshi was dancing
with a cluster of females to a pop song.
"Actually, I think he's going
to be making his move any minute."
Both Ranma and Gohan turned to the
floor, and watched the
night's events begin to unfold.
End Part Three
Begin Part Four
As Tenshi danced amid the group of
giggling girls, she could
feel a set of eyes on her. She had
felt this particular set pinned on
her all night, but they were more intense
right now. These eyes were
different than normal. She was used
to people watching her
dance--it came with the performance.
But whoever was watching her
now had a motive behind their gaze.
She blinked inwardly. 'Were they
going to challenge her?' She
had several challenges already tonight,
but none came to fruition.
They all were--well, not good enough to
be blunt. Except Ranma-kun.
She stole a quick peek at the pigtailed
senshi. He was talking
with Goku and Gohan. He was the only
one, out of all the challenges
tonight, that came close to completing the
dance. And when she
thought he'd finish--he stopped. For
some reason. He was the best
prospective mate that she had come across--save
for his
conversation partners, Goku and Gohan.
Now, there were two males she wouldn't
have minded settling
down with for the rest of her life.
Son Goku, the strongest
Saiya-jiin alive. A body that rippled
enticingly and screamed I've got
power. A heart and soul so
pure they radiate white light. But he
didn't want to mate with her--he wanted
to be her friend. She was
rather pissed when he finished the dance
and didn't claim her. But
they talked, and he explained himself and
his reasons--not that she
understood, but she was not going to take
an unwilling mate. To her
surprise, the gentle Saiya-jiin had wormed
her way into her heart,
and she couldn't see him as a lover--more
like a lovable big brother.
But that still didn't mean she wouldn't
leave a spot open for him--just
in case he changed his mind.
Son Gohan--the firstborn of Goku.
His soul was almost as
pure as his father's. And a mind as
sharp and deadly as the ki he can
create. She had gotten to know
him fairly well outside The Spot.
He had been invaluable to her, helping her
update some remote
security bots. A very sweet, funny
male. It's too bad he only
thought of her as a sister. She wouldn't
have minded bedding down
with the Legendary Mystic Saiya-jiin.
She smirked at the thought.
Not at all.
But he also rejected her. Something about 'not being right.'
The others said that, too. Goku,
Gohan, and now Ranma. The
only ones that she thought were slightly
compatible rejected her. It
was rather disheartening.
But then if they weren't The Ones...who was?
Tenshi swung her head around sharply.
There it was again.
That feeling of those eyes. Watching
her every move. Tracking and
enveloping her.
Were these eyes...The One?
She broke away from the cluster of
females and began to do a
slow interpretive dance, her movements slow
and languid. The steps
seemed to call out an invitation to the
eyes that watched her. An
invitation to join her on the floor.
She had never asked anyone to
dance--her prospects have always asked her.
But she was going out
on a limb, baring herself for these eyes.
And the eyes accepted.
She opened her deep purple eyes to
face dark black orbs that
seemed to capture her breath and claim it
as his own. They stared
into each other's faces for several moments
until she was startled
out of her reverie when he blinked.
Challenge accepted.
Tenshi turned away from the black eyes
and began to move
creating and setting a rhythm that was easy
and simple to follow.
The black-eyed male closed his own eyes
and matched her moves,
arms, legs, and tail in complete synchronization
with her own. Both
testing the waters on each shore.
It was obvious to her that the
onyx male knew what he was doing, and was
going through the motions
for her benefit.
Well, then, time to pick up the pace.
With a subtle nod to the DJ, the music
started to accelerate
from the languid pop beat to more of a driven
techno throb. Tenshi
kicked up a leg and started to run through
a kata that required the
partner to react at a moment's notice.
The black eyed male smirked and fell
into a comfortable
stance that gave him complete flexibility
in maneuvering. Tenshi
threw him a raised eyebrow, surprised at
his position. He obviously
was not going to make the first move.
So, she did, extending a fist
towards his mid-section. He immediately
blocked it, and kicked up a
heavily muscled leg toward her face.
And the dance began.
The two dancers flew against each other,
time and time again.
waving an intricate and complicated design
with each kick, jab, and
punch. Their pace increased as the
music began to go faster, blurring
their limbs and faces as they moved together
and apart.
Then the tempo changed once more, into
a relatively jazzy
number, saxophones and trumpet blaring.
Tenshi immediately latched
onto the male and began to do a jitterbug.
The midnight-hued male immediately
compensated, twirling
her around the floor as if he was a professional
dancer, instead of a
Saiya-jiin senshi. Tenshi was definitely
impressed. 'A male that can
adapt to any situation. So far, we've
been doing relatively-fast
numbers. Let's see who he does with
this.'
She smirked into the striking features
of her partner and
held up two fingers. The DJ, who was
used to her abrupt changes,
and knew what her hand signals meant, grinned
and nodded. The
music switched once more, not missing a
beat as it changed genres.
From the large surround system's speakers
came a full
forty-piece orchestra, playing one of the
slowest waltzes ever.
Tenshi whirled away from her partner and
curtsied deep.
The black-eyed senshi blinked once,
and bowed back, sweeping
his arm low. He offered his
hand and she accepted it with a nod and
a small smile. Tenshi rested her hand
on the back of his heavily
muscled shoulder, and felt him grasp her
waist, just above the hip.
And on the downbeat, they began.
Tenshi was completely awestruck by
the gracefulness of her
new partner. Going from a jazzy piece
like the Jitterbug to the slow
one-two-three fixed pattern of a waltz called
for a completely new
mindset. The body was held differently--the
steps were the
complete opposite of each other. Only
a fully trained dancer of many
years would be able to make the transition
as smoothly as he did.
She definitely expected him to trip up underneath
the heaviness of
his bulky muscles. This dance called
for grace, not brawn. Something
with he definitely has. Well, has
both. She was thoroughly
impressed.
Vejiita glanced away from his partner's
purple eyes as he led
her around the dance floor. He noticed
for the first time that they
were the only ones on the floor. They
had decided to give the
dueling couple their space. Of course,
they also couldn't keep with
the many music changes, as well.
The Saiya-jiin no Ouji smirked to himself
as he rested his
gaze once more in her eyes. 'She is
good. If I had not watched the
others beforehand, I wouldn't have been
able to keep up as well as I
have so far. But she definitely knows
how to dictate a challenge. It
is obvious that no one else besides myself
would be able to match her
paces.'
He tightened his grip slightly on the
small female in his arms
and brought her a little closer to himself,
relishing in the feel of her
skin pressed against his own; her fingers
as they idly traced his
muscles on his back; her hair as it gently
tickled his arms as they
twirled around the floor. He inhaled
slightly, and received a nosefull
of her unique scent; a intoxicating
mix of salty breezes by the sea
and her natural feminine scent, made more
prominent by the workout
she was giving him.
He stared into her eyes--a deep purple
that he sensed could
turn the blackest black in righteous anger.
She startled him slightly
when she opened her thick, deep red lips
to speak. "You're not that
bad, senshi. Have you danced for long?"
"I have never danced before."
His mouth turned up in a smirk.
"This is my first time."
Tenshi hid her astonishment well.
"Well, I am impressed,
senshi. I have not had such a good
partner in some time."
"And you never will, Onna." Vejiita's
smirk moved wider, as an
eyebrow arched slightly. "I am the
best."
"We shall see," Tenshi smirked
back, showing gleaming white
teeth. "For this dance is not yet
over." She glanced at the DJ and
held up a fist. The poor DJ swallowed
hard and slowly nodded back.
He knew what that meant. She was going
all out. Tenshi winked at
Vejiita and spoke once more, eys teasing
him under half-lids. "Try
and keep up."
The music picked up and changed once
more, and Tenshi released
Vejiita. But he didn't release her.
He leaned in close and whispered
in her ear, his hot breath caressing her
lobe, making her tail lash
uncontrollably. "I have every intention
to. You are the one that will
have to work to keep up." Vejiita
smirked, and pulled back, releasing
her. "I have every intention on finishing
this...dance..."
Tenshi gave him a cut nod and began
to twirl; arms, legs, and
tail swirling around her as she began to
concentrate on what she was
doing. Vejiita watched for a minute
then began to improvise around
her, starting a complex kata that integrated
her moves into his.
Timing was of the essence, and both needed
to know what they were
doing, and what they were going to do.
They were literally poetry in motion.
On the sidelines, murmurs ran through
the crow as they
watched the lone pair on the floor twirl
around each other in unison
with the partner and song. Many of
the males, who thought they had a
chance with the female, were becoming very
disappointed when they
realized that their object of affection
and desire was being swept
off their dance cards.
Ranma, Goku, and Gohan watched the
pair intensely, following
their movements with highly-trained gazes.
Gohan let out a low whistle at an especially
complex and
complicated move was performed by the pair.
"Sugoi. Those two are
really flying out there, ne?"
Ranma nodded excitedly. "They
sure are! I've never seen
Tenshi dance this hard, and I don't think
I've ever seen Vejiita dance,
ever. Where'd he learn to dance so
well?"
Goku shrugged, eyes intent on the floor.
"He was watching
everyone earlier pretty intently.
I'd have to say he picked up a lot
from everyone else, and improvised the rest.
He can adapt to new
situations rather readily." Both Gohan
and Ranma turned their stares
to the tall Saiya-jiin. "Nani?
It's true. He's an expert at reading an
opponent and adapting his attacks to fit
the situation."
The music picked up once more, going
from the techno pulse to
a jolting thrash that could be felt all
the way down to the core of
your soul. The sidelined three watched
as both Vejiita and Tenshi
kicked up their own competition a pace.
Gohan shook his head, amused and amazed
at the same time.
"I just wonder if Tenshi-chan realizes who
she's dancing with out
there."
"Does it matter, Gohan?" Goku
smiled. "I think, though, that
Tenshi and Vejiita just found their prospective
mates."
"Well, I'm happy for them," Ranma
affirmed, nodding his head.
"Maybe, now, we'll see more of Tenshi, and
a happier Vejiita-ouji." He
hesitated slightly. "Well, I guess
she'd now be Tenshi-oujo, ne?" A
grin turned at his lips.
Both Goku and Gohan chuckled.
"Let's hope it doesn't go to
her head." Gohan joked.
Out on the floor the two competitors
were whirling faster and
faster, unaware of anyone else besides the
other. Tenshi was
concentrating hard, trying to come up with
different and complicated
moves to throw her partner off the beat,
or lose orientation. But so
far he was matching her move to move.
Sometimes she felt
compelled to have to keep with him.
But that couldn't be--she was
always in control of the dance.
As she matched, and was matched, move
for move, step for
step, by the mysterious black-eyed male
that accepted her challenge,
she realized an important fact. Normally
she did control the dance.
But they always tried to muscle their way
into her heart, trying to
tame and control the dance for their own.
When it was hers to
control. The males that actually had
a chance in wanting the right to
mate with her always followed her lead,
and but always got rejected
anyway. Except for a few cases, these
oblivious ones were just
that--oblivious to how the dance worked,
and how she worked. She
did not want to be controlled. Her
spirit and her pride would not
allow it
But this one was different. This
male allowed her to lead at
times, but as she looked back through the
dance, she noticed that he
was subtly taking the lead, controlling
the dance and maneuvering her
into a submissive position under his dominant
one.
Well, that was going to change.
Tenshi closed her eyes, and in the
middle of a hard twirl he
had her in, flared her aura and stopped
and stood stone still. She
quickly moved into an interpretative dance--a
style that required no
partner. She gave the black-eyed male
a hard stare and closed her
eyes once again, falling into the lilting
moves she created, ignoring
the startled male.
She danced alone.
Vejiita blinked a few times.
He was fully aware of what he
was attempting, going for the dominating
role--as the male should
be--but this enigma of a female was used
to being the dominator, and
not the dominated. He nodded once,
smirking slightly and backed off,
falling into a slow kata. And waited
for her decision.
Nevertheless, Tenshi was impressed.
Once again. Before,
when the males had tried to take the dominating
position, and she
had shunned them as she was doing to this
male, they would feel
slighted and came after her, forcing her
to submit to their...maleness.
But he didn't. He respected her need
for privacy, and her need for
independence. It was obvious that
he could force her to submit to
him--he was powerful, much more than she,
yet he still did not.
And Tenshi realized why the others
backed away. They
weren't the ones. The One.
They knew they weren't.
For he was the one she had been longing for.
The One. Her Partner.
This black-eyed, black-haired senshi
was the one she was
waiting for. The one she danced for.
Too bad he couldn't have been a little taller...
And as she accepted him as The One,
Her Partner, she began
to move closer to him, opening her stance
and integrating his kata
into her dance, compromising her position
for him to create a perfect
medium.
And he accepted her.
Their hands made their way to each
other, grasping together
tight. Their steps began slow, measured--as
if testing the waters of
this new togetherness. And as they
became familiar with each other,
their steps became bolder, challenging the
other to stretch their
boundaries to the extreme maximum, and then
beyond.
They went faster and faster, the music
barely able to keep up
with their breakneck speed. But both
Vejiita and Tenshi were in
complete sync with it. And each other.
When the song finally ended, the last
note cresendoing to
impossible heights, filling every available
space in the dance hall,
Tenshi and Vejiita also came to a halt in
the middle of the floor.
Tenshi had one hand wrapped around Vejiita's
neck, the other buried
deep in his thick hair. A sweat-slicked
leg hooked around his narrow
hip. Vejiita had one arm wrapped around
her waist, crushing her
against him. The other was buried
deep within her own thick purple
locks.
The two dancers stared into each other's
faces, their heavy
breaths forced to intermingle due to the
closeness of their faces.
Tenshi broke the spell by blinking and swallowing
hard.
She gave him a shaky smile. "You finished the dance, senshi."
"I said I would," Vejiita smirked
back as he ran a smooth
finger across her jawline, bringing his
hand down to cup her chin.
"Did you doubt me, Onna?"
A thunderous roar made the pair glance
around them. The
entire population of The Spot was applauding,
shouting, and generally
making a lot of ruckus. Tenshi reluctantly
released Vejiita and
turned away from him, heading toward the
bar.
Vejiita followed at his own pace, eyes
riveted on the purple
and silver female ahead of him. His
female. His mate. And he had to
admit to himself--the idea of a mate sounding
better and better to
his ears. And his pride.
Yes, he could definitely handle the duties of
being mated, especially if it was with the
female he just won.
He smirked to himself as he caught
the scowls of the males out of the
corner of his eye as he passed them on his
way to the bar. They were fully aware
of what transpired tonight out on the floor.
And he wasn't as dense, or stupid, or
chicken like Kakarotto and his friends.
When he won a challenge, he had every
intention on claiming the spoils.
Well, that's the end. What did you think? Of the Storyline? Of Tenshi? I realize I may have droned on for quite some time in the dancing description, but hey, it's a weak point in my writing. Never was good with 'battle scenes'. ~*L*~ So again, please review and let me know what you think of it. I may do a sequel...which would include some...um...Mating Activities...hehehe..*evil lecherous thoughts* I like those...take care, y'all...