This fic is a Yaoi based fic. It contains male/male intimacy, with references to sex and some violence. If this bothers you, please turn back and DO NOT read! You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Nope sorry don't own it or the characters .
Author's Notes.
Lulu: Hey again. Back with another chapter. OK. This chapter is going to be a lil about Goku and Alyssa's friendship and then I will get back on with the story line ok? I just wanted to write about why Goku and Alyssa are so close and then halfway through I will revert back to the original storyline. Ok? Here we go then.
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Chapter 11
After spending some time at Alyssa's house, her friend Matthew came around so that they could go out for a drink before she had to work. Saying his goodbyes, Goku left for his own home, forking out for a cab, as Alyssa didn't want him walking around at this time of the night. Even though it was only 7:30pm, the nights had been getting darker and colder.
Arriving back at his apartment, Goku paid the man and walked up the flight of stairs to his own flat, locking the door after him.
He slumped down onto the sofa, breathing a small sigh. Looking around the small flat, his heart pined for company. He wished Vegeta or Alyssa were here. Or that he'd gone out with Alyssa and her friends before work.
Sighing more heavily this time, he wiped a hand over his face and stood up, walking into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he began to strip down and held out his hand to test if the water was hot enough. Stepping into the shower carefully, he slipped under the hot spray and felt his body relax under the heat. Closing his eyes, he pictured Alyssa, fussing over what clothes she should wear, applying her makeup with expert precision, all the while chatting on about this and that.
Goku smiled, being assailed with memories of himself and Alyssa as children, laughing and joking together, sharing a bed in the winter to save on electric and gas bills, the comfort they shared when the other as down.
He'd first met Alyssa when he was 14yrs old. Wandering through the streets, he'd ended up in the cities park, the gentle breeze teasing his hair, pulling the golden leaves from their place on the trees. He'd remembered hearing shouts and taunts, a small wailing coming from not far off. Walking off, he ran across a small gang of girls, a smaller girl standing in the centre of them, sobbing heavily as she received
their kicks and taunts, some even pulling her hair.
With a small frown on his face, he'd made his way towards the group, pushing past some of the girls to get to the girl in the centre.
"Ah! There you are! Mom's being worried sick about you!", he cried out happily, placing his hands on the girl's shoulders gently. The group of girls stared at him, looking from one to the other as he put an arm around her. The girl stared up at him, her hazel eyes still brimming over, as he winked slightly at her. Smiling gratefully, she leaned into the hug and put her head against his hip.
He smiled down at her, the turned to the group with a glare. "Can I help you?", he said sternly and the group shook their heads. Although they were trying to mask it, he could smell their fear and he grinned inwardly. Coaxing the girl beside him, they marched off together, leaving the bewildered gang of girls behind them.
Opening his eyes, he poured some shampoo into his hands, massaging it slowly into his long locks. Rubbing the lotion along his hairline, he remembered how they'd gone to a small café, and talked about themselves, a solid friendship being formed between the two misfits ever since that day.
Finishing off with conditioner, he washed the foam out of his hair and grabbed a bottle of body lotion, rubbing onto his body as it foamed up, feeling the dirt and sweat wash away down the drain with the suds.
Turning off the shower, he shook off and squeezed any remaining drops from his hair, stepping away from the cubicle to grab a towel. He smiled as he felt it warm his body and mentally patted himself on the back for remembering to put it on the radiator.
Wrapping a smaller towel around his hair, the young man stepped out from the bathroom and picked up a small remote from the table. Pointing it, he pressed "Play" and set it down, the CD player making a click and whirring noise before the pounding sound of Rob Zombie burst out of the speakers.
Flopping onto the couch, he sighed and rubbed the towel on his head between his hands. Taking it off, he folded up the wet cloth and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't really fancy work tonight, but he needed the money for the rent. Plus he could take the video back that they rented.
Standing, he made his way to his room, quietly singing along and bopping his head to the tunes. He dressed in casual jeans and black muscle t-shirt before picking up a bag from beside his bed, stuffing in some show clothes, a towel and deodorant.
Moving out of the room, he picked up the rental and dropped it into his bag, putting the bag onto the counter before retrieving his trainers.
He sat on the edge of the couch as he slipped his feet into the trainers, clicking the "off " button on the remote with one free hand. Standing, he grabbed his wallet and slipped it into his back pocket, grabbing his jacket and stuffing it into the back. Taking his keys from the counter, he took one last look around the apartment, smiling warmly as he turned off the light and left for work.
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Walking into the smoky warmth of the club, the rental being dropped off on his walk here, he took a look around. The place was already packed, even though it was only 9pm.
Making his way backstage, Goku greeted fellow dancers or workers, and stepped into his dressing room. Throwing his bag into a chair, he sighed, stepping into the small bathroom to get ready.
20 minutes later, dressed in red, sparkly hot pants, complete with tail, whilst wearing a small red bowtie round his neck and spouting devil horns on his head, Goku busied himself putting on his red flamed New Rock boots when he heard a knocking at his door.
Finishing tying the laces, he made his way over to the door, opening the door with a wide grin on his face, which disappeared rapidly.
Freiza stood there with his arms folded behind him, smirking slightly at the taller man. Goku dropped down onto one knee and bowed his head. "Please, come in Lord Frieza".
Frieza strode into the room, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he watched his most prized dancer close the door quietly, his head still bowed. "So, Son-kun, how have you enjoyed your days off?", Frieza said, his voice calm and quiet. Goku bit his lip. "Yes, Lord Frieza, I did indeed", he said nervously.
Frieza smiled, although it seemed more like he was smirking. "Well Son, here is the rota for the next few weeks. As you know, a few of our girls are missing, due to an illness, so you will be filling in their spots, until they are fit again", he said, taking the list from behind his back and handing it to Goku, who scanned the times quickly over.
Because of the girls illness, he now worked three times a night, although he still kept his usual working nights. He now started at 9pm, working as a waiter, he would then perform at 10:30pm and again 11:30pm and would then waiter for the rest of the evening till closing time, which was 2am, on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday nights.
"A bonus will be added to your wage, and your wage will be doubled if you take on any extra shifts. If you continue to do double your shifts, after the girls are back, your wage will rise. It is something to think about ", Frieza said, watching as Goku looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.
"Lord Frieza, I….don't know what…to say", Goku said, stuttering as he calculated the amount of money he would be raking in if he took on extra shifts.
"Think nothing of it. The offer is always there, if you want to take it", Frieza headed to he door, stopping as his hand reached the door handle.
"Oh, there is one thing I wanted to ask you about though", he said slyly, turning back to Goku.
"Yes Lord Frieza?", Goku said, turning to Frieza and kneeling slightly.
"I've been told that one your night's off, you were seen leaving with a man. A regular here, no doubt. I would like to know what you were doing with one of our customers?", Frieza stepped towards Goku, threat evident in his voice.
Goku bit his lip as he stared at the floor. "Sire, he was wondering if I would consider doing private shows".
"Private shows?", Frieza asked, puzzled."Yes Sire. He proposed the idea of me doing a private show for him. He told me that he would pay a hefty sum if I did, Sire", Goku said, not looking at the white lizard, as the lies rolled off his tongue.
"Hmmm, a hefty sum did you say?", Frieza said, ideas ticking in his head like clockwork. They stood silently for a moment, before Frieza turned away. "You've just given me a great idea, Son. An idea that could possible turn this club into the most popular club in town. And if it works, you will be at the head if it my lad", Frieza said, joy evident in his voice as he left the room.
Goku breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, placing the list on a nearby table. Sweating was pouring out of him, and he went and splashed some water on his face to cool down. Picking up a towel, he took a few deep breaths to try and stop his trembling body. He then headed out of the door to begin his nights work.
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Phew! End of Chapter 11!
Wow. I'm very sorry that this took so long to get up people. And to Fan - don't worry, I'm not going to abandon this because of the lack of reviews. I wouldn't want to, because I'm working so hard on it. I've wrote some future chapters for the fic (some of which are song based), that are pretty emotional. Plus, getting there's half the fun! Kinda ; Anyway hope ya enjoyed it! RnR please!!