Disclaimer: Nope sorry dont own it or the characters .
Me: Hey and welcome back to.....my bedroom!!
Alyssa: Woop dee doo
Goku: YAY!
Me: Here's another chappy of Gigolo for you.....sorry the last one was so short...and had loadsa mistakes....
Alyssa: Anything else?
Me: Yes and i'm sorry i havnt updated my fics for a while.
Vegeta: *smirk* Onna's been a busy bee
Me: Actually i have, what with christmas and the new year.
Goku: *nods* yeah, News Years Eve wasnt a special time for our lil lulu-chan was it?
Me: That it wasnt Son -san *turns back to audience* on New Years Eve while working i suddenly came down with bad stomachness half an hour after the new year had passed.
Vegeta: Bad stomachness?
Alyssa: Hush!
Vegeta: *turns away and sulks*
Me: Anyway...apparently ive got a stomach ulcer and ive totally lost my technology folder.....which is means a whole terms work down the drain = (
Goku: Aww poor lulu - chan *glomps onto me*
Me: Argh! Son - san...oxygen...
Goku: Ack Sorry!!
Alyssa: ANYWAY...On with the fic!!
Vegeta: Heres chappie 2!
Alyssa: Hey thats mi....chappie 2??
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*Chapter 2*
Goku stood in the middle of the stage, the lights burning into his skin and eyes. He hadnt been on the stage a few seconds and already he had a layer of sweat covering his body. The tight black PVC shorts barely covered his rump and the studded wristbands clung to his wrists, making his wrists sweat more than the rest of his body. His hair stuck out wildly and he stood posed for a few moments, till the pole appeared in the background and the cheesy erotic music began to play. He put a fake smile onto his face, trying to hide his clenched teeth and he closed his eyes. God, how he hated this music! Give him Metallica anyday, he thought to himself.
Keeping the smile plastered to his face, he strutted over to the pole. He grabbed it with one hand and whipped his head around to face the audience. He turned his back towards the pole and slowly slid down it, his eyes scanning the crowd as he licked his lips. His body worked on autopilot while his mind went elsewhere. His eyes wandered around until they rested on the far left corner of the room. Hardly any light made it into the corner but he could make out the figure of a man sat down, his gaze focused on the stage. It took Goku a few seconds until he realised who it was. His lips turned up into a small smirk. It was the same guy who had been coming in for the past couple of months. He was known by nearly everyone but kept himself to himself. Goku stood up slowly, his back still pressed against the pole. Keeping his eyes on the small figure, he twisted and turned, writhed and wriggled away, sometimes using the pole as leverage, sometimes just doing small dances on the stage. His eyes never left those of the other man though. Goku's onyx eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the corner and he could make out the man's black flame like hair, his black leather jacket, the bottle that had not once left his hand or touched his lips since the moment Goku had stepped on the stage. The cheesy music suddenly ended and Goku flashed a pose, the smile stuck on his face as the men by the stage whistled and threw money at his feet. As the curtains slid shut, he glanced over at Vegeta and gave him a wink and blew a kiss. Then the man disappeared behind red curtains. He began to walk off as a few scantily clad women came on and began to pick up the money left on the stage. As he walked back stage a young girl, aged about 16, came running up to him eagerly.
"Hey Goku!! You were great tonight!! Real smooth! Everyone loved you!", she chatted eagerly, skipping at his side.
Goku turned to the young girl, known as Karla, as he walked to his dressing room. Her eyes were alight as she looked at him, her hands clasped together, a wide smile on her face. He gave a small smile back. He'd known her ever seen she was a babe. Her mother was a waiter here, and like her he'd been born into this seedy world of sex and money. It was all he'd ever known.
His mother had been a waitress and dancer but she had been one of the kindest people he had ever know. She did no drugs, rarely drank and occasionally smoked. There apartment hadnt been much, but she'd made it feel like a palace.
He turned his attention back to the scantily clad girl at his side, who was still talking ten to the dozen about his performance. As the reached his room, she followed him in. He kept a close eye on her and whenever he wasnt performing, she stayed close. He'd looked after Karla from a young age when her mother had not had the time. And they were like brother and sister, he would do anything to protect her.
He changed into more comfortable clothing, her watching his every move and talking all the while. He listened to her with patience and laughed a lil at her jokes. When he'd done, he picked out something more suitable for her to wear out. As she changed, still gossiping away about the men and women in the bar, a knock at the door sounded, silencing the small girl.
"Come in", Goku called quietly.
The door creaked open to reveal a small figure standing in the doorway. The dead red eyes stared at Goku and a small smirk creeped up on the intruders lips. Karla whimpered sligtly and jumping from her seat on the table, rushed behind Goku, peeking out from his side.
The figure stepped lightly into the room, hands behind his back. Goku gulped nervously and stared wide eyed at the figure. The person advanced forward a couple of feet and spoke.
"You did well tonight Kakkarot", the figure said smirking, "you impressed me".
Goku bent down on one knee slightly and bowed his head. "I am honoured to have pleased you Master Frieza", he said graciously.
Frieza smiled, "I'm glad we have you aboard Kakkarot. Without you, this place would have been finished by now. You'd make your mother proud".
Because Goku's head was bent, Frieza could not see the scowl that appeared on Goku's face.
"You are an asset to this place Kakkarot", Frieza said, turning to leave, "Dont be a fool". With that he swept from the room closing the door behind him.
Goku let out a sigh of relief and Karla stepped out from behind him, sighing.
"You ok?", he asked her looking over his shoulder. She nodded slightly. He sighed again and nodded to her.
"C'mon, lets get you home", he said softly and she gave him a smile.
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As they walked along the street, Goku could shake the feeling that someone was following them. The streets were dark and cold and the only sound that could be heard was the clatter of there shoes. Goku tried to shake off the thoughts but they still filled his mind. He turned towards Karla who had a small, scared look on her face. He rubbed one of her fluffy ears that poked out from her head and she began to purr softly, a small smile creeping on both their faces.
They finally reached the block of flats that they currently lived in. Goku escorted Karla upto her and her mothers flat, where he fixed her some supper and helped her get ready for bed. Her cats tail, peaked out of the back of the pajama pants and her ears flicked to and fro as she brushed her teeth. Soon she was fast asleep and Goku quietly left the flat, locking the door as he left.
He made his way to his on apartment, smiling to himself. He loved looking after Karla. She was the younger sibling he had never had. As the youngest of two, he had always had someone to look out for him but never the other way round. Everybody knew that Catatonia's did not mature till aged 20. Up until then they reffered to a more childlike state, intelligent enough, yet needing attention and affection like a child needed. As soon as they hit 20, they were so mature they seemed like they'd lived in a boot camp. The only exception seemed to be Karla's mom, Sandy. He smirked. Sandy. A thirty-five year old Catatonia and she still acted as if she had the body of a 18 yr old. But she had a heart of gold and a sense of humour that could crack a rock face. She wasnt the best mom, but she cared. That was all most daughters or sons could hope for when their mother lived a life like Goku's and Karla's.
As Goku reached his flat, he took out his keys and selected the right one. As he slipped it inside, a figure from the shadows stepped forward.
Goku saw the figure and swirled round, crying out in surprise. The figure jumped back also shocked by Goku's reaction. Recognising the face, Goku managed to squeak out.
"You! What are you doing here?!?"
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Tbc......
Me: Ooooh suspense! Who can it be?
Alyssa: *fake gasp* yes i wonder who?
Me: Oh be quiet sarcastic bitch.
Goku: Who is it?
Me and Alyssa: ACK! *face fault*
Me: *standing* Anyway this is all i'm gonna write for now...got other chapters to put up. Toodles peeps!!
Goku: Bubyes *waves*
Alyssa: *waves* *looks around* where'd Veggie go?
Me: Hey and welcome back to.....my bedroom!!
Alyssa: Woop dee doo
Goku: YAY!
Me: Here's another chappy of Gigolo for you.....sorry the last one was so short...and had loadsa mistakes....
Alyssa: Anything else?
Me: Yes and i'm sorry i havnt updated my fics for a while.
Vegeta: *smirk* Onna's been a busy bee
Me: Actually i have, what with christmas and the new year.
Goku: *nods* yeah, News Years Eve wasnt a special time for our lil lulu-chan was it?
Me: That it wasnt Son -san *turns back to audience* on New Years Eve while working i suddenly came down with bad stomachness half an hour after the new year had passed.
Vegeta: Bad stomachness?
Alyssa: Hush!
Vegeta: *turns away and sulks*
Me: Anyway...apparently ive got a stomach ulcer and ive totally lost my technology folder.....which is means a whole terms work down the drain = (
Goku: Aww poor lulu - chan *glomps onto me*
Me: Argh! Son - san...oxygen...
Goku: Ack Sorry!!
Alyssa: ANYWAY...On with the fic!!
Vegeta: Heres chappie 2!
Alyssa: Hey thats mi....chappie 2??
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*Chapter 2*
Goku stood in the middle of the stage, the lights burning into his skin and eyes. He hadnt been on the stage a few seconds and already he had a layer of sweat covering his body. The tight black PVC shorts barely covered his rump and the studded wristbands clung to his wrists, making his wrists sweat more than the rest of his body. His hair stuck out wildly and he stood posed for a few moments, till the pole appeared in the background and the cheesy erotic music began to play. He put a fake smile onto his face, trying to hide his clenched teeth and he closed his eyes. God, how he hated this music! Give him Metallica anyday, he thought to himself.
Keeping the smile plastered to his face, he strutted over to the pole. He grabbed it with one hand and whipped his head around to face the audience. He turned his back towards the pole and slowly slid down it, his eyes scanning the crowd as he licked his lips. His body worked on autopilot while his mind went elsewhere. His eyes wandered around until they rested on the far left corner of the room. Hardly any light made it into the corner but he could make out the figure of a man sat down, his gaze focused on the stage. It took Goku a few seconds until he realised who it was. His lips turned up into a small smirk. It was the same guy who had been coming in for the past couple of months. He was known by nearly everyone but kept himself to himself. Goku stood up slowly, his back still pressed against the pole. Keeping his eyes on the small figure, he twisted and turned, writhed and wriggled away, sometimes using the pole as leverage, sometimes just doing small dances on the stage. His eyes never left those of the other man though. Goku's onyx eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the corner and he could make out the man's black flame like hair, his black leather jacket, the bottle that had not once left his hand or touched his lips since the moment Goku had stepped on the stage. The cheesy music suddenly ended and Goku flashed a pose, the smile stuck on his face as the men by the stage whistled and threw money at his feet. As the curtains slid shut, he glanced over at Vegeta and gave him a wink and blew a kiss. Then the man disappeared behind red curtains. He began to walk off as a few scantily clad women came on and began to pick up the money left on the stage. As he walked back stage a young girl, aged about 16, came running up to him eagerly.
"Hey Goku!! You were great tonight!! Real smooth! Everyone loved you!", she chatted eagerly, skipping at his side.
Goku turned to the young girl, known as Karla, as he walked to his dressing room. Her eyes were alight as she looked at him, her hands clasped together, a wide smile on her face. He gave a small smile back. He'd known her ever seen she was a babe. Her mother was a waiter here, and like her he'd been born into this seedy world of sex and money. It was all he'd ever known.
His mother had been a waitress and dancer but she had been one of the kindest people he had ever know. She did no drugs, rarely drank and occasionally smoked. There apartment hadnt been much, but she'd made it feel like a palace.
He turned his attention back to the scantily clad girl at his side, who was still talking ten to the dozen about his performance. As the reached his room, she followed him in. He kept a close eye on her and whenever he wasnt performing, she stayed close. He'd looked after Karla from a young age when her mother had not had the time. And they were like brother and sister, he would do anything to protect her.
He changed into more comfortable clothing, her watching his every move and talking all the while. He listened to her with patience and laughed a lil at her jokes. When he'd done, he picked out something more suitable for her to wear out. As she changed, still gossiping away about the men and women in the bar, a knock at the door sounded, silencing the small girl.
"Come in", Goku called quietly.
The door creaked open to reveal a small figure standing in the doorway. The dead red eyes stared at Goku and a small smirk creeped up on the intruders lips. Karla whimpered sligtly and jumping from her seat on the table, rushed behind Goku, peeking out from his side.
The figure stepped lightly into the room, hands behind his back. Goku gulped nervously and stared wide eyed at the figure. The person advanced forward a couple of feet and spoke.
"You did well tonight Kakkarot", the figure said smirking, "you impressed me".
Goku bent down on one knee slightly and bowed his head. "I am honoured to have pleased you Master Frieza", he said graciously.
Frieza smiled, "I'm glad we have you aboard Kakkarot. Without you, this place would have been finished by now. You'd make your mother proud".
Because Goku's head was bent, Frieza could not see the scowl that appeared on Goku's face.
"You are an asset to this place Kakkarot", Frieza said, turning to leave, "Dont be a fool". With that he swept from the room closing the door behind him.
Goku let out a sigh of relief and Karla stepped out from behind him, sighing.
"You ok?", he asked her looking over his shoulder. She nodded slightly. He sighed again and nodded to her.
"C'mon, lets get you home", he said softly and she gave him a smile.
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As they walked along the street, Goku could shake the feeling that someone was following them. The streets were dark and cold and the only sound that could be heard was the clatter of there shoes. Goku tried to shake off the thoughts but they still filled his mind. He turned towards Karla who had a small, scared look on her face. He rubbed one of her fluffy ears that poked out from her head and she began to purr softly, a small smile creeping on both their faces.
They finally reached the block of flats that they currently lived in. Goku escorted Karla upto her and her mothers flat, where he fixed her some supper and helped her get ready for bed. Her cats tail, peaked out of the back of the pajama pants and her ears flicked to and fro as she brushed her teeth. Soon she was fast asleep and Goku quietly left the flat, locking the door as he left.
He made his way to his on apartment, smiling to himself. He loved looking after Karla. She was the younger sibling he had never had. As the youngest of two, he had always had someone to look out for him but never the other way round. Everybody knew that Catatonia's did not mature till aged 20. Up until then they reffered to a more childlike state, intelligent enough, yet needing attention and affection like a child needed. As soon as they hit 20, they were so mature they seemed like they'd lived in a boot camp. The only exception seemed to be Karla's mom, Sandy. He smirked. Sandy. A thirty-five year old Catatonia and she still acted as if she had the body of a 18 yr old. But she had a heart of gold and a sense of humour that could crack a rock face. She wasnt the best mom, but she cared. That was all most daughters or sons could hope for when their mother lived a life like Goku's and Karla's.
As Goku reached his flat, he took out his keys and selected the right one. As he slipped it inside, a figure from the shadows stepped forward.
Goku saw the figure and swirled round, crying out in surprise. The figure jumped back also shocked by Goku's reaction. Recognising the face, Goku managed to squeak out.
"You! What are you doing here?!?"
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Tbc......
Me: Ooooh suspense! Who can it be?
Alyssa: *fake gasp* yes i wonder who?
Me: Oh be quiet sarcastic bitch.
Goku: Who is it?
Me and Alyssa: ACK! *face fault*
Me: *standing* Anyway this is all i'm gonna write for now...got other chapters to put up. Toodles peeps!!
Goku: Bubyes *waves*
Alyssa: *waves* *looks around* where'd Veggie go?