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Disclaimer: I, the author, do not in any way have Dragonball/Z/GT in possession, nor do I have any influence on it. I do not make any profit or money from writing fanfiction. I also do not own the movie "Hollywood Bollywood".
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"Check one. Check one. Is this thing on?" a man spoke into the microphone. He looked at another of his kind, though one of higher superiority. When he received thumbs up, he went about to do other things--to help prepare. Just as others were.
Cameras were positioned in their correct places as the lights variously dulled and brightened at their appropriate spots. As this was taking place, everyone else was dead silent and stiff as if they were afraid to make a sound. No, they weren't afraid of anything; they were considerate of cameras that were beginning to record. They would not-no-could not mess this up. They worked too hard to just throw it away just like that-or make things more difficult than needed. Besides, they were paid well to be obedient.
At the moment, the person in charge held in his breath, waiting. Surely and slowly, the introduction music occurred softly, filling everyone's ears pleasantly. Gradually getting louder, a piano began playing gentle music, a soft pleasant noise that you couldn't help but hum to or tap your foot to--or even bob your head side-to-side to. Then after the sixteen beats passed the whole ensemble began to play their parts. Drummers drummed, guitar strings were picked at, and the dancers made their way on the stage and well...danced. Now where was the singer?
Ah yes, the singer. Without delay, she emerged from the bright, radiant light with a petite innocent smile on her pleasant face. The icon twirled on the stage with energy and passion building, and which at times it seemed like the music was literally running through her veins. The smile itself proved that she loved it. The various vibrations pulsing in her well figured body made her performance more exceptional. The camera definitely caught the remarkable talent, not helping loving this star.
Her glossy red lips curled back into that sexy, yet virginal, smile as she finished singing her chorus. Her painted fingers nails glistened as it ran through her silky long brown hair. Her green eyes mostly stayed on the camera lens as if she was trying to find something inside--something greater than the wires and electronics. It was like she was searching for a lost soul. Light makeup covered her freckles, making her look flawless. Her attire consisted of the latest fashions, fitting exceptionally well to her thin body. As that moved there was no doubt in anybody's mind that she didn't have a healthy diet.
She was called Lime.
The green-eyed princess expectantly gave her performance everything she got. And just as the song finished she forced her mind to stay on the task at hand. But it didn't.
The glamour, beauty and talent showed definite signs that she was a star. And all stars had something very special. Sometimes it was money or great vehicles or diamonds... Sometimes it was love... a lover... in their life.
You could bet that Lime was just thinking about him.
The star frowned and mentally scowled for allowing herself to be distracted. She quickly covered it up, continuing to execute the chorography as expected. In less than half an hour she would be free... and she would be all his.
She wrapped herself in a heavy, long, warm coat, trying to protect herself from the bitter wind. Relentlessly, the vicious wind came and gone and at each time it stung her cheeks as she waited. She coughed twice before she looked up, relieved that her ride had made it. Again, her red lips curled up into a small smile as the flying vehicle landed. Mentally she frowned at the sudden draft that was caused by the flying vehicle, making her skirt and jacket fly upwards. Her brown hair was violently tousled in various directions and but yet, she still smiled on the outside. Seeing a man of a familiar face come out of that copter made her sigh of relief.
"Your ride, Miss Lime," he spoke in a low and pleasant English accent. He held out a hand for her.
The green-eyed woman beamed as she slipped her tiny hand in his grasp. Then slowly the man helped her in the flying vehicle.
"The Master awaits," he said respectively.
She game him a small toothy grin at his antics. "Thanks Krillin."
The small, short man winked at her before he made his way to the front of the copter. This machine was similar to a limo, with a privacy screen and other great luxurious. Its capacity could reach up to fifteen people.
Lime made a short crouched walk to the back of the vehicle with caution. When she reached the black, cushy seat, she sat down beside a man and let out a happy sigh. Almost immediately she reached to turn on the light.
Something furry grabbed onto her wrist and Lime panicked for a moment. With a small frown she whispered, "But I want to see you."
"I know," he said in a low, husky voice. His tail pulled her closer and closer to him, lessening the gap between them. Suddenly he flicked on one of the lights and smirked at her look. Quickly he grabbed onto her other wrist and pulled her hard into his chest, locking her sweet, tender lips with his own.
She melted. She melted under his hold, his touch, his lips... just him. The brown-haired star moaned against his lips as their kiss deepened and deepened. He was a drug that she couldn't live without.
Her hands grasped onto his crisp clothing while his hands fondled with her breasts and the most sensitive areas that were accessible to him. His breath got caught in his throat as her fingers rake through his hair. Then suddenly he stopped.
She gave him a questioning look.
He shut his eyes, savouring her sweet, delicious scent flaring in his nostrils. He slowly caressed her soft, fragile skin with delicate care, also relishing the touch, the sensation. He swallowed hard before confessing, "I'm going to miss you."
It hurt her. It hurt that it made him, a great Saiyan, sound so sad. She reached out and caressed his hard, handsomely sculpted cheek. "Gohan, I love you."
"I know." He smiled and embraced her in his arms, before giving her another passionate kiss. "I love you, too."
Lime rested her head on his chest, heavily breathing. "It's not everyday that I'm called to America. Launching a new clothing and make-up line is hard work. Making a movie isn't going to make things easier-" She was momentarily silenced by his demanding, irresistible kisses, that led to...other things.
Gohan walked through the double glass doors before standing still on the marble floor with a slight raging temper. Raking his hair with his fingers, he looked around the grand mansion, looking for someone. Then he heard a scream. Instead of being worried, the Saiyan rolled his eyes and loosened his red tie before entering the family room. There he found his mother in a sour mood...as usual.
Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail and she wore silk material that hung close to her body in the right places. It resembled to a traditional Japanese dress, but it was altered in various places to make it look more Saiyan-like. That meant it was suitable for her to fight in. And of course there was a hole in the back so her tail could hang out. At the moment her furry tail wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and the fur appeared to be spiked up from her distressed mood.
"Hello mother," he said as he approached her with a small smile.
"Hello my son," she said in an equal tone, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," he lied. His face revealed that he was fibbing. His mother, ChiChi, saw that he was.
"What's wrong?" she said in an unpleasant tone. To her surprise he hung his head and didn't respond. She knew what the matter was. "It's that human, isn't it?" It wasn't possible for him to say it more bitterly with venom.
"Don't start mother," Gohan said in a harsh tone that he internally hoped would shut her up.
At that moment Bardock and Goten entered the room, dirty and sweaty. Their unpleasant stench didn't quite faze Gohan and his mother--or even halt their little beginnings of a verbal bout.
Goten looked on the coffee table and said something in Saiyan tongue. What resulted was a little ball object, which was his camera. As programmed, it levitated beside him and was especially useful. "Looks like I didn't miss much," he muttered under his breath. He was referring to his mother and brother fighting over Lime. Goten mentally shook his head.
Bardock let out a sigh of exasperation and annoyance while he strained to bend his knees to sit down. That's how much the paralysis wore off. He laid his head back and braced himself for another fight.
A girl that seemed to be eighteen entered the room. She had long dark, thick hair with matching coal eyes. The clothing that she wore was modern and Americanized, as it consisted of skimpy pants and tops. If her father were here, Goten would not have called her a "whore" or any other names like that on a daily basis. For no particular reason Goten didn't have a liking towards Raditz daughter named Rita. This same girl regretted entering the room the moment she saw her Aunt bickering at her more likeable cousin, Gohan.
"Mother, evolution depends on mixing bloodlines! It's a fact!"
"But it's a human!! More like a... a slut if you ask me!!" Chichi slipped out.
Goten's camera quickly zipped in front of ChiChi's face to capture the moment. He snickered quietly.
"AAAHHH! See Goku!!" ChiChi suddenly yelled, looking up towards the ceiling, as if she was looking up at heaven. She knew Goku wasn't there, hoping that he was still on his 'mission' with his brother. But the devoted mate couldn't help it. The way Chichi was acting made it seem like heaven was the place that could carry out her message. "See what you left me? You had to leave me to raise them all by MYSELF!"
Gohan partially thought that her act was just to regain pity. Trying desperately to be calm in this situation he circled the room, attempting to get his thoughts clear. Soon he snapped back at his mother. "You can't help who you fall in love with!"
Then it became silent. Uncomfortably silent that even Goten's camera didn't make a sound or beep.
ChiChi did mellow down a bit but choked on a sob. She really did love her son--more than he could imagine. She just wanted the best for him. The raven-haired woman knew that her father-in-law had tried so very hard to raise their status. ChiChi respected that and she didn't want to anger him or Goku (if he was alive or not) by allowing Gohan to mate with a mere human. When mate comes to mind it wasn't just sex for them, it was something deeper. It was similar to marriage, though Saiyans never acknowledged it. In addition, their term 'mating' was more than marriage. There was and could be no divorce and hateful separation. That was why Chichi was so skeptical with the whole thing in the first place.
In the silence, excluding Chichi's strangled sob, the unlikeliest one to speak actually spoke. Frankly this was getting old and Bardock had enough of it. The scar-faced man looked at up Gohan with irritated eyes and made a serious decision. "Bring her here Gohan," he said in a calm, tired voice. When it comes down to what matters, Bardock only wanted his grandchildren to be happy--and live better than he.
Goten's mobile camera quickly zoomed on everyone's reaction.
Chichi's eyes widened in pure surprise.
Gohan gave his grandfather a grateful toothy smile and immediately left the house to get Lime.
Rita looked at her grandfather, Bardock, questioningly.
Bardock let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, almost in disgust. "I don't like my grandson mating with a human no more than you do, but I think we owe him a chance. Times change since I came here," he simply explained with authority. Silently, Bardock thought, "Besides I don't know how much I can take of this verbal, pathetic fighting."
Chichi collapsed in a chair while she ignored Goten's levitated camera that continued to linger over her head.
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Lime peeped around the corner. She wore a dress that was similar to Chichi's because of the circumstance she was under. The female then sighed as she moved back; a bit scared that Gohan's family was going to interrogate her. "Holy shit, I feel like I'm-"
"Walking into the gates of hell?" Gohan's cousin, Rita, said with much mockery yet understanding in her voice.
Nodding, Lime agreed with her mouth partially opened. She was ttrying to suck up her courage
"Why do I have to ask the questions? You know how to speak English!" Chichi complained to her father-in-law.
Bardock sat in a grand chair that somewhat resembled a throne. "Answering under pressure is the best way to get an honest and better answer," he replied coolly.
Chichi nodded uncertainly, still having questions lingering in her mind. Then she straightened herself to make herself seem more assertive as she watched her niece bring Gohan's girlfriend in the room.
Bardock said something in Saiyan tongue.
"Sit," Chichi translated.
Bardock said something else.
"Where do you live?"
"Uhh...presently?"
"Yes."
"In a hotel that's about fifteen minutes away... flying by a copter at least."
Goten sat back against his chair, beside Gohan. He carefully watched his tense brother-and made sure that his camera caught it on tape. He could use it to torture Gohan in the future.
"How long have you been seeing Gohan?"
"Over two years."
"Have you two mat-er-had sex?"
At that question (which Chichi planned herself) the colour drained from Gohan's and Lime's faces. Bardock, Goten, and Rita fell over, slightly surprised.
"MOM!" Gohan yelled, with a heating visage.
Goten's camera zoomed in at Gohan's shocked face and then at Lime's perplexed, baffled look.
Chichi raised her hands up in defense, dismissing the idea. From their expression, she knew her answer. "Okay. Okay! Next question."
Bardock said something.
"If you two ever have children, will you allow them become a warrior... allow them to be a true Saiyan?"
Gohan coughed unnaturally loud.
"I never thought of that," Lime said in a strangled voice, feeling more nervous than before. The pressure was definitely increasingly too fast for her.
The silver camera had to capture her frightened face, and couldn't miss to record her breathless voice.
"Will you convert-and become more like a Saiyan... using our traditions and-" Chichi knew she was pushing it.
"You know what... I can't deal with this now," Lime stated, rising up and out of her chair. Trying not to look shaken up, she headed to the door.
Gohan got up and ran after her.
Goten called upon his camera to retrieve it. He knew if he allowed it to follow Gohan, his brother would probably blast it to bits; and the teen didn't want that. Instead he held the camera in his hand and zoomed in on his cousin's face--close enough to see the little imperfections. Then in a taunting voice he said, "Oh! Looks like slutty Ritee has a zit!" Goten found it amusing and took pride making her life more difficult. If it meant changing her name to rhyme with offending words--or to call her insulting names in the first place, then sure, why not.
Rita glared at Goten then at the camera, giving them a heated cut-eye. "Get that f--king thing out of my face brat." When he persisted and made a ki shield around him and the camera to protect each other, she stuck up her middle finger at him and camera lens. Goten just gave her a nasty, toothy grin.
Ah yes, the joys of family.
Gohan sat back against the chair as he watched Lime walk through the boarding gates in the airport. His face was almost expressionless, slightly gloomy, as he waved to Lime. She gave him a short sweet--yet depressing smile. Yes, yesterday was certainly interesting, which reminded Gohan to have a very long talk with his mother. Lovers parting was difficult, though yesterday was almost equally dreadful. He couldn't always make love to her to correct the damages done. Though last night what he did--no--what they did made their love stronger. However, he didn't mark her... not yet. He did not want to do it without the ceremony. He respected his Saiyan culture--he respected his father. At that reminder and thought he suddenly shut his eyes. One was to block the heartache. The other was because of his father's words that echoed inside his head.
"Make your mother happy for me. Continue to make me proud Gohan, my only son."
Hmm. Gohan already broke one of his promises--he did not make his mother happy because of Lime. Gohan had to make sure to keep the second part of the promise, for his father... even if Goku was alive or not.
To be continued
Next chapter: The Trials