Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I'm just using the characters for my own use. Dance, my puppets, dance!! ^_^
AN: I got extensions for my two essays. Yay!! I still haven't done them. Hehehe. They are both due the first week of June, better start crakin'. So It may be awhile until I get the next chapter out. I may update it after these essays are dun, if you can wait that long. SO SORRY ;_; BTW some of these accounts are true some are false, think what you think. I'm not gonna tell which one is which. But if you check Capoeira Princess, my other name it hold poems and shortstories, which were used to create this story, some things. I kinda mashed all the poems and put them in here. Oh well, and rememeber REVIEW. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!
"talking"
'thought'
(Author note)
Dance Partners
Dance Class
We got to the dance studio about an hour and a half later. We ate at a place called Rose Garden, a Chinese restaurant. I didn't want Chinese but he did and being the push-over that I am, only when it comes to him. I said sure.
We ate, talked a bit about each other's summer vacations. We finished eating at about an hour later.
When we arrived at the dance studio, completely empty. Lucky for us, we knew where the key was. I took it out from underneath the rock and unlocked the door. I heard the alarm go off. I ran to the control panel and punched in the code making all the lights turn on and the alarm turn off.
"I'm gonna go change" I said.
"Okay, I'll do the same" he said.
I walked into the girls changing room, went over to my locker, and opened it. I started to change into my dance practicing outfit. I came out a few minutes later, he wasn't out yet, probably still changing.
The dance studio is pretty typical, it could probably hold up to 30 dancers if need be but since we were in an advance class, there were only 12 including the both of us. One side of the wall is covered in mirrors, so we could watch our movements.
I sat down on the floor of the dance studio and began to stretch. I had on a blue sports bra, a pair of loose blue pants and the same Adidas. I had on earlier and of course my orange bandana. I stood up and bent down so the palm of my hands were touching the floor.
"You need to do down further" I heard him say.
"Fuck you!" I replied.
"May be later" he chuckled "I'm gonna pop in some music, okay?"
"Fine" I got out of my position and started stretching my arms. I went into a hand stand and began to push myself up an down.
"Panny, what happened? You use to be so flexible" he chuckled.
I was still in a handstand. I looked around, he was right behind me, I smirked. I stretched out my arms and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. I swung myself up so it looked like I was sitting on his shoulders, then swang back down, planting my hands on the floor and he came down, flat on his back. I could have sworn I heard him say "Fuck!" somewhere in the middle of all this, oh well. I sat on his chest, pinning his arms with my own.
"Now, what's this about me not being as flexible as I use to be?" I rasped out.
He chuckled "Geez, Panny, I was only joking"
"Yeah, I know. It was just more fun this way" I smiled and got right off him. I extended my hand, he took it and I helped him back up.
Missy Elliots, Get your freak on was playing in the background.
"What is with you and this song?" I asked him.
"It has a good beat and the dancing to this song is cool"
"Fine, whatever. Lets do this"
I got in front of Trunks and bowed my head down, waiting for he song to start over. The started again and we waited for the second beat to begin.
'5, 6, 7, 8' I counted in my head and we began to dance.
Have you ever seen the dance number to Get you freak on? Because that's what we are doing. Our dance teacher is weird. As practice he makes us do the chorography from other peoples dance vides probably because he choreographed most of them. You know that one part in the dance were the dancer are like humping each other and walking on all fours? Yeah, I don't like that part. That part of the dance just reminds me of something me and him will never ever do. Yeah, I know I'm sick and twisted but whatever.
Right when we both get to that part. I heard whistling, clapping, and howling, that I stopped and fell right on my ass. Trunks fell right on top of me. He got off of me and helped me up.
"Damn you Jessica" I yelled rubbing my ass.
The rest of the dance class was there and dressed. 5 boys and 5 girls were clapping and whistling, that it made me blush.
"Ah, Panny" Jess replied. She's a blond haired girl with blue eyes. She had on the same outfit as we except the color, hers is yellow. It was the same with all the girls. Adrienne had red, Tonya had white, Kim had black, and Justine had green.
Their dance partners had the same outfit as Trunks, loose pants and a muscled top of the same color as their partner. So Trunks had blue, Johnny had yellow, Jason red, Eric white, Kenneth black, and Joe green.
Our dance teacher is weird, like I said before. He didn't like remembering names, so he made it so dance partners at all times would we are the same color, so he'd memorize you by color, that's how it is.
"Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. Is he here yet?" I asked everyone.
"Nope, not yet" Jess replied.
"Alright, so what song do you want to do?" I heard Adrienne ask, he has shoulder length brown hair with matching eyes.
"Doesn't matter" her dance partner Jason replied, he had no hair, completely bald, not really, some of his hair was still there and brown eyes.
"I'd like to see Trunks and Panny finish the chorography to 'Get your freak on'" Joe chuckled, he has short black hair with blue eyes.
"I agree" Justine said, a girl with short red hair and green eyes.
"I second that notion" Johnny replied, he has blonde hair and blue eyes.
"I don't think so" I replied.
"Okay, fine. Let's do 'Case of the Ex'" Tonya suggested. She has brown eyes and shoulder length black hair.
If I forgot to mention this. Jessica, Johnny, and Joe are white. Adrienne, Jason, and Kenneth are Filipino. Tanya and Eric are black. Justine and Kim are Latino. Me and Trunks are Japanese. Both of us born and raised right here in Satan City, Japan. Well, anyways, we all agreed to do Case of the Ex.
We were all about a minute into the dance when the music turned off. Some of them groaned, they wanted to finish the dance. I turned around, the person who turned it off was our dance teacher, Kakarotto. A guy probably in his late 20's, very good-looking, black hair, with ebony eyes. Kinda reminds me of my grandfather.
A lot of us think he's gay because he teaches dance but not all guys in a dance class are gay but one who teaches it, may be. He may be married but you may never know. I sometimes look at him eyeing Trunks' father, Vegeta. It's funny, watching Kakarotto watch Vegeta walk. He has this hit of lust in his eyes, he may be bi, I don't know.
"Okay, class. Let's stretch" Kakarotto said getting in front of the class.
We got into 3 lines of 4. Making sure we were all far enough from each other, so we wouldn't hit each other and we began to stretch, we did so for about 5 minutes.
"Let me see the salsa" Kakarotto said. He walked over to the stereo system in the back rooms, while we all went into out dance position with our dance partners.
Marc Anthony's No Sabes Come duele played in the back round. We start almost immediately, as soon as the song starts.
I liked, more like loved dancing with Trunks. He dances so gracefully, his touch makes me so weak in the knees that I have to fight not to fall on my ass every time he touched me. Trunks is not gay, if you don't know. He isn't, trust me, I should know if he was gay. I would've given up on him a long time ago but he isn't.
I love him, is that so bad? I don't even know how those feelings started. I just started looking at him differently when I was 13. I know kinda young but you can't fight what you feel no matter your age.
We did that same dance over and over and over again until it was perfect in out instructors eyes. Did he know how long that dance was? Its fucking over 5 minutes long! And there were lifts and stuff like that in that dance. But what can you do? He's suppose to do this to us. Our parents pay him to do this to us. We are the best! He makes us the best! Five times national champions, three times world champions. We are the best, no The Fucking Best!
About an hour or two later, we finally stopped dancing. All of us just sat on the floor and stretched. He's giving us a 5 minute break.
"Daddy! Daddy!" a little boys voice yelled, happily.
I knew that voice. I saw the boy, short blonde hair, blue eyes. He's about 4 years old. I smiled at him, he smiled back. He's here to see his father, plus he takes classes here too.
He ran over to me and jumped on top of me, knocking me on my back.
"Ninang! Where's my dad?" he asked me. Ninany for those of you who don't know means godmother in Tagalog a Filipino language, Adrienne taught it to him.
I looked at him, he had his father's eyes, not that bitches, his mother, blue eyes.
"He's in the bathroom" I ran my fingers thru his blonde hair, to bad he had to have her hair thought, to think we were once best friends.
"Okay, I'll just stay here, until he's back" He chuckled. He reminded me a lot of his father. I chuckled.
"There's your dad" I said pointing to him.
He got off of me and ran over to were his father was and jumped into his father's arms, Trunks.
AN: Well, well, Trunks has a son, a 4 year old son. Who's the mother? Was that predictable? Could you tell it was his son? BTW, the guy that Trunks plays has no kid, I just felt like adding it to my story made things interesting. Anyways, next chapter will be up, when I finish writing it, it may be a week, it may be less, or it may be more, it all just depends, on reviews. =Þ PLEASE REVIEW, PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!!!
AN: I got extensions for my two essays. Yay!! I still haven't done them. Hehehe. They are both due the first week of June, better start crakin'. So It may be awhile until I get the next chapter out. I may update it after these essays are dun, if you can wait that long. SO SORRY ;_; BTW some of these accounts are true some are false, think what you think. I'm not gonna tell which one is which. But if you check Capoeira Princess, my other name it hold poems and shortstories, which were used to create this story, some things. I kinda mashed all the poems and put them in here. Oh well, and rememeber REVIEW. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!
"talking"
'thought'
(Author note)
Dance Partners
Dance Class
We got to the dance studio about an hour and a half later. We ate at a place called Rose Garden, a Chinese restaurant. I didn't want Chinese but he did and being the push-over that I am, only when it comes to him. I said sure.
We ate, talked a bit about each other's summer vacations. We finished eating at about an hour later.
When we arrived at the dance studio, completely empty. Lucky for us, we knew where the key was. I took it out from underneath the rock and unlocked the door. I heard the alarm go off. I ran to the control panel and punched in the code making all the lights turn on and the alarm turn off.
"I'm gonna go change" I said.
"Okay, I'll do the same" he said.
I walked into the girls changing room, went over to my locker, and opened it. I started to change into my dance practicing outfit. I came out a few minutes later, he wasn't out yet, probably still changing.
The dance studio is pretty typical, it could probably hold up to 30 dancers if need be but since we were in an advance class, there were only 12 including the both of us. One side of the wall is covered in mirrors, so we could watch our movements.
I sat down on the floor of the dance studio and began to stretch. I had on a blue sports bra, a pair of loose blue pants and the same Adidas. I had on earlier and of course my orange bandana. I stood up and bent down so the palm of my hands were touching the floor.
"You need to do down further" I heard him say.
"Fuck you!" I replied.
"May be later" he chuckled "I'm gonna pop in some music, okay?"
"Fine" I got out of my position and started stretching my arms. I went into a hand stand and began to push myself up an down.
"Panny, what happened? You use to be so flexible" he chuckled.
I was still in a handstand. I looked around, he was right behind me, I smirked. I stretched out my arms and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. I swung myself up so it looked like I was sitting on his shoulders, then swang back down, planting my hands on the floor and he came down, flat on his back. I could have sworn I heard him say "Fuck!" somewhere in the middle of all this, oh well. I sat on his chest, pinning his arms with my own.
"Now, what's this about me not being as flexible as I use to be?" I rasped out.
He chuckled "Geez, Panny, I was only joking"
"Yeah, I know. It was just more fun this way" I smiled and got right off him. I extended my hand, he took it and I helped him back up.
Missy Elliots, Get your freak on was playing in the background.
"What is with you and this song?" I asked him.
"It has a good beat and the dancing to this song is cool"
"Fine, whatever. Lets do this"
I got in front of Trunks and bowed my head down, waiting for he song to start over. The started again and we waited for the second beat to begin.
'5, 6, 7, 8' I counted in my head and we began to dance.
Have you ever seen the dance number to Get you freak on? Because that's what we are doing. Our dance teacher is weird. As practice he makes us do the chorography from other peoples dance vides probably because he choreographed most of them. You know that one part in the dance were the dancer are like humping each other and walking on all fours? Yeah, I don't like that part. That part of the dance just reminds me of something me and him will never ever do. Yeah, I know I'm sick and twisted but whatever.
Right when we both get to that part. I heard whistling, clapping, and howling, that I stopped and fell right on my ass. Trunks fell right on top of me. He got off of me and helped me up.
"Damn you Jessica" I yelled rubbing my ass.
The rest of the dance class was there and dressed. 5 boys and 5 girls were clapping and whistling, that it made me blush.
"Ah, Panny" Jess replied. She's a blond haired girl with blue eyes. She had on the same outfit as we except the color, hers is yellow. It was the same with all the girls. Adrienne had red, Tonya had white, Kim had black, and Justine had green.
Their dance partners had the same outfit as Trunks, loose pants and a muscled top of the same color as their partner. So Trunks had blue, Johnny had yellow, Jason red, Eric white, Kenneth black, and Joe green.
Our dance teacher is weird, like I said before. He didn't like remembering names, so he made it so dance partners at all times would we are the same color, so he'd memorize you by color, that's how it is.
"Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. Is he here yet?" I asked everyone.
"Nope, not yet" Jess replied.
"Alright, so what song do you want to do?" I heard Adrienne ask, he has shoulder length brown hair with matching eyes.
"Doesn't matter" her dance partner Jason replied, he had no hair, completely bald, not really, some of his hair was still there and brown eyes.
"I'd like to see Trunks and Panny finish the chorography to 'Get your freak on'" Joe chuckled, he has short black hair with blue eyes.
"I agree" Justine said, a girl with short red hair and green eyes.
"I second that notion" Johnny replied, he has blonde hair and blue eyes.
"I don't think so" I replied.
"Okay, fine. Let's do 'Case of the Ex'" Tonya suggested. She has brown eyes and shoulder length black hair.
If I forgot to mention this. Jessica, Johnny, and Joe are white. Adrienne, Jason, and Kenneth are Filipino. Tanya and Eric are black. Justine and Kim are Latino. Me and Trunks are Japanese. Both of us born and raised right here in Satan City, Japan. Well, anyways, we all agreed to do Case of the Ex.
We were all about a minute into the dance when the music turned off. Some of them groaned, they wanted to finish the dance. I turned around, the person who turned it off was our dance teacher, Kakarotto. A guy probably in his late 20's, very good-looking, black hair, with ebony eyes. Kinda reminds me of my grandfather.
A lot of us think he's gay because he teaches dance but not all guys in a dance class are gay but one who teaches it, may be. He may be married but you may never know. I sometimes look at him eyeing Trunks' father, Vegeta. It's funny, watching Kakarotto watch Vegeta walk. He has this hit of lust in his eyes, he may be bi, I don't know.
"Okay, class. Let's stretch" Kakarotto said getting in front of the class.
We got into 3 lines of 4. Making sure we were all far enough from each other, so we wouldn't hit each other and we began to stretch, we did so for about 5 minutes.
"Let me see the salsa" Kakarotto said. He walked over to the stereo system in the back rooms, while we all went into out dance position with our dance partners.
Marc Anthony's No Sabes Come duele played in the back round. We start almost immediately, as soon as the song starts.
I liked, more like loved dancing with Trunks. He dances so gracefully, his touch makes me so weak in the knees that I have to fight not to fall on my ass every time he touched me. Trunks is not gay, if you don't know. He isn't, trust me, I should know if he was gay. I would've given up on him a long time ago but he isn't.
I love him, is that so bad? I don't even know how those feelings started. I just started looking at him differently when I was 13. I know kinda young but you can't fight what you feel no matter your age.
We did that same dance over and over and over again until it was perfect in out instructors eyes. Did he know how long that dance was? Its fucking over 5 minutes long! And there were lifts and stuff like that in that dance. But what can you do? He's suppose to do this to us. Our parents pay him to do this to us. We are the best! He makes us the best! Five times national champions, three times world champions. We are the best, no The Fucking Best!
About an hour or two later, we finally stopped dancing. All of us just sat on the floor and stretched. He's giving us a 5 minute break.
"Daddy! Daddy!" a little boys voice yelled, happily.
I knew that voice. I saw the boy, short blonde hair, blue eyes. He's about 4 years old. I smiled at him, he smiled back. He's here to see his father, plus he takes classes here too.
He ran over to me and jumped on top of me, knocking me on my back.
"Ninang! Where's my dad?" he asked me. Ninany for those of you who don't know means godmother in Tagalog a Filipino language, Adrienne taught it to him.
I looked at him, he had his father's eyes, not that bitches, his mother, blue eyes.
"He's in the bathroom" I ran my fingers thru his blonde hair, to bad he had to have her hair thought, to think we were once best friends.
"Okay, I'll just stay here, until he's back" He chuckled. He reminded me a lot of his father. I chuckled.
"There's your dad" I said pointing to him.
He got off of me and ran over to were his father was and jumped into his father's arms, Trunks.
AN: Well, well, Trunks has a son, a 4 year old son. Who's the mother? Was that predictable? Could you tell it was his son? BTW, the guy that Trunks plays has no kid, I just felt like adding it to my story made things interesting. Anyways, next chapter will be up, when I finish writing it, it may be a week, it may be less, or it may be more, it all just depends, on reviews. =Þ PLEASE REVIEW, PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!!!
