Authors Note: Hey people!
Disclaimer- I in no way own Dragonball Z/GT or Tenchi Muyo/Universe, Nope, those stories are true works of immortal minds! I also do not own Disney's Aladdin or anything that pertains to that.
Well I think that takes care of that. The character Tenoko is all mine so no stealing. The plot and the way the story is made are all mine too…no copying.
Key:
'…' = Thinking
~*~ = Different seen
*~*~*= Different POV
"…" = Talking
:::::::::= Telepathy conversation.
Ages:
Tenoko: 14 ½
Marron: 14 ½
Goten: 14 ½
Trunks 14 ½
HERE'S WHAT TENOKO LOOKS LIKE:
She looks almost exactly like Washu except she has the same hair style as Ryoko……just red like grandma. And her face looks like an exact copy of Ryoko's with the exception of the color of her eyes and her eyebrows…those look like Washu's. She has her mother's form…as in the structure of her body…and I think that's it.
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Trunks' Girl 787-I'm sorry, But If I made them longer that would mean it would take more time to write…unless you all want me to update once a week and make the chapters super long.
And all of You who reviewed, thank you very much!!
FOR REVIEWING!!
~*~
"Well we're here." Trunks announced to the group when they reached the ball room that had been transformed into a club looking thing.
"Whoa…I really hadn't expected this……" Tenoko announced as she walking in, still holding Trunks by the arm that he had offered.
"No kidding." Marron added, still amazed at how quickly everything had been set up…from being a super formal ball room to a night club looking thing, compleat with colored lights and a bar! The group of four then walked over to a table that was located near the front of the large place, near the dance floor and claimed it as theirs. Trunks raised a hand and motioned for a waiter to come over as an exotic bongo/conga beat started up from the sound system.
"Just in time to see the show." The lavender hared Prince said to no one in particular, As the beat picked up and a lady came out warring what seemed to resemble an African Indian's' clothing. She started to shake her hips to the beat of the congas and did her little dance number.
~*~After the lady finished dancing~*~
"Wow! She is so talented…" Marron stated to Tenoko loud enough for the other two guys to hear.
"Are you serious? That little dance number is nothing new, heck I could do better than that." Tenoko said, passively not noticing the smirk that had taken over the Prince's features.
"Want to bet on it?" Trunks asked in a dangerously low tone of voice, suggesting that it was a challenge he knew he could win.
"What would we bet? I have nothing to lose so I think you should be the one to decide." Tenoko answered, showing a bit of interest.
"Very well…If I win this little bet you have to be my personal slave for week, but if you win I give up my chance to beat the living crap out of you in our sparring match…agree?" Trunks asked the fire headed beauty.
"…How about instead of you giving up your chance of trying to beat the crap out of me you get to be my slave for a week." Tenoko said, not liking the idea of giving up a fight.
"Alright. Under one condition…You have to ware what I choose for you got it?" Trunks said his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"You're on!" Tenoko proclaimed as she extended her hand to shake in the agreement they had just made. Trunks took her hand in his and shook it, their eyes locking at the same time a moment of intense staring proceeded but as soon as the hand shake was over both unlocked stares.
Marron and Goten just looked on, not wanting to say anything that would get either one of them angry. Besides, this was just innocent fun right?
The young handsome Prince then leaded Tenoko back stage where many provocative costumes were kept, along with a dressing room and locker room. He studied the many costumes on the rack and finally decided on the one she would ware for her performance. It was a red bra thing studded with ruby beads, the bottom was a red string bikini also with ruby beads adorning it, and it had some kind of see through material connecting to it making it a look like an Arabian pant. (like Jasmines' on Aladdin except the pant leg part was see through.) The costume was compleat with an exceptional bejeweled head piece that was worn on the head and on little red jewel would hang over the forehead. (you know…it's an Arabian thing.)
"This is the one." The Prince declared as he handed the costume to her.
"Fine, here…give this to the DJ." Tenoko said as she handed Trunks a CD out of no where.
"Alright, Goten and Marron are going to be the Judges of your performance. Do you approve?" He asked passively, knowing that she would agree.
"Yes that's fine." She answered, heading towards the locker room to change into the……showgirl thingy the Prince had given her. She then went into the changing stall and got into the…thing.
'Here I go. I hope I'm not rusty on my belly dancing skills…what am I thinking…I could never get rusty at that, Its second nature to me…what with all those lessons mom gave me since I was a kid.' She thought, as she coincidentally passed a mirror and studied the way she looked, and only a few choice words came to her mind. Hot, Sexy, and Slutty.
'Where did that come from?' Her mind asked as she thought about the last word. 'Probably my conscience trying to get me not to go through with this…but that won't happen…I really could use a personal slave. Plus the thought of getting to bother Trunks for a whole week appeals to me.' She thought as she walked to the wall which separated the audience from the backstage with a mischievous grin, waiting for the announcer to give her the signal to get ready. (just imagine a thing with out a curtain, you would only have two walls.)
"Introducing one of your own, a spunky fire-headed beauty that has come forth from the audience to show us the way to shake it. Give a warm welcome to Chiliana!" The announcer guy proclaimed as he made his way off stage.
Tenoko burned an imaginary hole in the wall towards where Trunks would be sitting, 'How dare he give me a showgirl name.' She thought as the lights totally went out, with the exception of the red spotlight things that lit the stage. She then made her way to the center of the stage and stood there, with her back facing the audience.
'Well here I go.' She thought, closing her eyes as she waited for the music to come.
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Hey hey hey, now is that a cliffy or what? I am so happy to be writing this story again…did ya'll miss me? I hope so…Tomorrow (May 21) expect an update! If you don't see one it will be because my mom did not let me get on the Internet…but pray for that not to happen!
Right now its 6:04pm and I'll probably get tomorrow's chapter out no later than 10:00pm.
It was brought to my attention that my chapters are short, and I do agree…but…if you want longer chapters I would have to extend the due date. I could do that if you all want me to, but I would only update once a week and work on the chapter meantime.
You guys can vote on it.
I know I got this out late, but its all my computers fault…
Please forgive me! ;
Please press the blue review button on the bottom of the screen and review me.
¤_¤
Over and out,
Kioko
Disclaimer- I in no way own Dragonball Z/GT or Tenchi Muyo/Universe, Nope, those stories are true works of immortal minds! I also do not own Disney's Aladdin or anything that pertains to that.
Well I think that takes care of that. The character Tenoko is all mine so no stealing. The plot and the way the story is made are all mine too…no copying.
Key:
'…' = Thinking
~*~ = Different seen
*~*~*= Different POV
"…" = Talking
:::::::::= Telepathy conversation.
Ages:
Tenoko: 14 ½
Marron: 14 ½
Goten: 14 ½
Trunks 14 ½
HERE'S WHAT TENOKO LOOKS LIKE:
She looks almost exactly like Washu except she has the same hair style as Ryoko……just red like grandma. And her face looks like an exact copy of Ryoko's with the exception of the color of her eyes and her eyebrows…those look like Washu's. She has her mother's form…as in the structure of her body…and I think that's it.
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Trunks' Girl 787-I'm sorry, But If I made them longer that would mean it would take more time to write…unless you all want me to update once a week and make the chapters super long.
And all of You who reviewed, thank you very much!!
FOR REVIEWING!!
~*~
"Well we're here." Trunks announced to the group when they reached the ball room that had been transformed into a club looking thing.
"Whoa…I really hadn't expected this……" Tenoko announced as she walking in, still holding Trunks by the arm that he had offered.
"No kidding." Marron added, still amazed at how quickly everything had been set up…from being a super formal ball room to a night club looking thing, compleat with colored lights and a bar! The group of four then walked over to a table that was located near the front of the large place, near the dance floor and claimed it as theirs. Trunks raised a hand and motioned for a waiter to come over as an exotic bongo/conga beat started up from the sound system.
"Just in time to see the show." The lavender hared Prince said to no one in particular, As the beat picked up and a lady came out warring what seemed to resemble an African Indian's' clothing. She started to shake her hips to the beat of the congas and did her little dance number.
~*~After the lady finished dancing~*~
"Wow! She is so talented…" Marron stated to Tenoko loud enough for the other two guys to hear.
"Are you serious? That little dance number is nothing new, heck I could do better than that." Tenoko said, passively not noticing the smirk that had taken over the Prince's features.
"Want to bet on it?" Trunks asked in a dangerously low tone of voice, suggesting that it was a challenge he knew he could win.
"What would we bet? I have nothing to lose so I think you should be the one to decide." Tenoko answered, showing a bit of interest.
"Very well…If I win this little bet you have to be my personal slave for week, but if you win I give up my chance to beat the living crap out of you in our sparring match…agree?" Trunks asked the fire headed beauty.
"…How about instead of you giving up your chance of trying to beat the crap out of me you get to be my slave for a week." Tenoko said, not liking the idea of giving up a fight.
"Alright. Under one condition…You have to ware what I choose for you got it?" Trunks said his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"You're on!" Tenoko proclaimed as she extended her hand to shake in the agreement they had just made. Trunks took her hand in his and shook it, their eyes locking at the same time a moment of intense staring proceeded but as soon as the hand shake was over both unlocked stares.
Marron and Goten just looked on, not wanting to say anything that would get either one of them angry. Besides, this was just innocent fun right?
The young handsome Prince then leaded Tenoko back stage where many provocative costumes were kept, along with a dressing room and locker room. He studied the many costumes on the rack and finally decided on the one she would ware for her performance. It was a red bra thing studded with ruby beads, the bottom was a red string bikini also with ruby beads adorning it, and it had some kind of see through material connecting to it making it a look like an Arabian pant. (like Jasmines' on Aladdin except the pant leg part was see through.) The costume was compleat with an exceptional bejeweled head piece that was worn on the head and on little red jewel would hang over the forehead. (you know…it's an Arabian thing.)
"This is the one." The Prince declared as he handed the costume to her.
"Fine, here…give this to the DJ." Tenoko said as she handed Trunks a CD out of no where.
"Alright, Goten and Marron are going to be the Judges of your performance. Do you approve?" He asked passively, knowing that she would agree.
"Yes that's fine." She answered, heading towards the locker room to change into the……showgirl thingy the Prince had given her. She then went into the changing stall and got into the…thing.
'Here I go. I hope I'm not rusty on my belly dancing skills…what am I thinking…I could never get rusty at that, Its second nature to me…what with all those lessons mom gave me since I was a kid.' She thought, as she coincidentally passed a mirror and studied the way she looked, and only a few choice words came to her mind. Hot, Sexy, and Slutty.
'Where did that come from?' Her mind asked as she thought about the last word. 'Probably my conscience trying to get me not to go through with this…but that won't happen…I really could use a personal slave. Plus the thought of getting to bother Trunks for a whole week appeals to me.' She thought as she walked to the wall which separated the audience from the backstage with a mischievous grin, waiting for the announcer to give her the signal to get ready. (just imagine a thing with out a curtain, you would only have two walls.)
"Introducing one of your own, a spunky fire-headed beauty that has come forth from the audience to show us the way to shake it. Give a warm welcome to Chiliana!" The announcer guy proclaimed as he made his way off stage.
Tenoko burned an imaginary hole in the wall towards where Trunks would be sitting, 'How dare he give me a showgirl name.' She thought as the lights totally went out, with the exception of the red spotlight things that lit the stage. She then made her way to the center of the stage and stood there, with her back facing the audience.
'Well here I go.' She thought, closing her eyes as she waited for the music to come.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Hey hey hey, now is that a cliffy or what? I am so happy to be writing this story again…did ya'll miss me? I hope so…Tomorrow (May 21) expect an update! If you don't see one it will be because my mom did not let me get on the Internet…but pray for that not to happen!
Right now its 6:04pm and I'll probably get tomorrow's chapter out no later than 10:00pm.
It was brought to my attention that my chapters are short, and I do agree…but…if you want longer chapters I would have to extend the due date. I could do that if you all want me to, but I would only update once a week and work on the chapter meantime.
You guys can vote on it.
I know I got this out late, but its all my computers fault…
Please forgive me! ;
Please press the blue review button on the bottom of the screen and review me.
¤_¤
Over and out,
Kioko