dedicated to the lovely foxsqueen (blauvixen on Tumblr)
Three
In which black realizes that his human is a terrible liar
Tick …Tock …
Tick… Tock
Consciousness flickering at the edge of his comatose mind. Darkness surrounds him...
Tock … Tick…
Tock… Tick…
the sound of rain drops pattering against the glass window... and the whirring of the fan.
What is this?
This hot wind against his cheek... and that certain pressure on the left side of his chest, and something entirely different pressed against his lips.
Soft... warm... moving...
Pleasant...
He moaned, face twitching as he fluttered his heavy eyelids, feeling as if they were glued together—
BANG
A loud noise seemed to jerk him to full awakening, and cause his pulse to pound in his ears. Without even realizing it, his arm was stretched, ready to take out any possible threat in its way.
A gasp alerts him to the other presence in the room and his eyes were instantly on the silhouette hidden underneath the dim lighting, amongst the various useless items lying around. The dreary weather outside his window allows him to see the frantically waving hands but obstructs him from recognizing the face. Black narrows his eyes, mind still in the process of awakening, completely forgetting that he could sense the other person if he wished to. Issue solved, though, as the creature who dared to invade his sanctuary speaks, "d-don't shoot!"
It's the girl, of course!
He inhaled through his nostrils, and exhales a heavy, animosity ladened breath, waring himself NOT to fire the ball of toxic energy her way before hesitantly dissolving it. he reached a hand to the bedside lamp, turning it on. Just what was she doing this time?
With a scowl etched deeply on his beautiful features, he throws away the covers and saunters menacingly to the girl, who seemed to have sensed the danger and promptly took a step back every time he steps closer. But he had her. Last time he checked, humans can't go through walls.
a hand slapped loudly against the wall right next to her head, promoting a flinch as he towers above her. Leaning in, he gauges her reaction. She looked scared. Good. but she was also blushing and refusing to look at his face. Why?
"Why are you in my room while it's still dark?" He asked, voice low, threatening.
"Well, actually it's already morning—"
"Answer the question!"
"N-nothing," She stutters. Still not meeting his eyes.
"You lie."
"No, I don't!"
"Then what were you doing here? I don't recall giving you permission to enter."
At this, she looks up and he could see that she was making an effort not to break eye contact, her blush intensifies. "I-I came to wake you up for breakfast, that's all. I did knock, you didn't wake up though."
He leans even closer and she makes a loud gulp. Black knew himself a light sleeper, if she DID knock, he'd have undoubtedly woken up. She was hiding something, he could tell from her behavior that she was. She looks guilty. "That's it?"
"Yes!" She replies, bobbing her head with vigor. Her whole body stiff, waiting for his response.
Well, he didn't believe her, though he was fully aware he won't be getting any straight answer from her this way so he lets her go, and she exhales a sigh of relief, still uncharacteristically timid.
He folds his arms above his naked torso. "You may go."
And she almost bolts out of the room.
Yes, she was definitely hiding something...
After an awfully awkward breakfast —well awkward for them. He, for once, was enjoying the food without her clinging to him, even though her behavior was making him more and more suspicious. Her father declares their plans for the day. Apparently, since the weather won't permit any outside activities, he hired a dance instructor (whatever that is), and he was scheduled to arrive in an hour from now. "I don't suppose you know how to dance, do you, Goku?" asked the father.
"Hng," was his curt response, not minding the large man a glance as he continues to eat. As long as he continues to enjoy earth's food, they'll continue to stay alive, was Black's new motto.
Ox laughs in a slightly tense manner. "uh, well, that's what the dance instructor is for."
Whatever that 'dance instructor' is, he'll endure. He's proud to say that he's becoming a little more tolerant of humans. he had to thank his betrothed for that, dealing with her makes dealing with everything else a lot easier.
And, surprisingly, that same betrothed hadn't said a word the entire time during breakfast.
Walking into a room of vast space that he came to recognize as the drawing-room(strange the name was as they hardly did any drawing), Black finds Chichi there, sitting on a chair, back hunched with both hands tucked beneath her. How she got here before he did? He had no idea, but he doesn't dwell on it much, finding it of no importance to him.
As he reached her, she noted his presence and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Dear Supreme Kai, could she be any more obvious? He glares, taking the seat next to her. "When is this dance instructor coming?"
As if on cue, a flashy man walks in. His greasy, shoulder-lengthed hair flapping around him. He was dressed in black tight clothes with the shirt open all the way towards his midsection, showing a disgusting amount of chest hair. Was that their supposed dance instructor?
"Hello," the man greets. Chichi gets up to welcome him, bowing her head. Black stays still.
"Nice to finally meet you, princess!" He takes Chichi's hand in his and kisses it.
Black sneers, he was disgusted.
"My name is Fabio, and this is my assistant, Julia." He gestures towards the woman behind him, and Black, just now, notices her presence. She was tall, blonde and scantily dressed, showing half of her over-exaggerated breasts, eyeing him strangely as she bows as well, and her breast almost spills from her clothing.
He closes his eyes, folding his arms above his broad chest. He just hoped this lesson won't last for long.
"—Oh, right, this is Goku, my fiance."
At the mention of his name, he opens his eyes and sees Chichi motioning towards him. the man next to her smiles, extends his hand and chirps like an idiot, "such an honor to meet the princess's groom to be. I am Fabio, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
There's no other being in the whole 12 universes that could've worn the expression 'you're beneath me!' better than Black could at this moment. He looks at his outstretched hand and then back at his face, had this lowlife honestly thought that he would degrade himself to a level low enough where he would shake hands with a human, like... like... equals?
No chance in all 12 hells is that ever going to happen!
And as it seems the dance instructor, Fabio, reads that on his face and retracts his hands. "Well then, let's get this lesson started, shall we? Julia, music!" He claps his hands once, twice, and moves to the center of the room as the sound of music are heard from the other end. "Have you ever danced, princess?"
Chichi shakes her head. "ah, no."
"And, uh...T-the groom?"
She shakes her head again.
"Well, that's alright, I guess," the instructor says. Black can detect a palpable disappointment on his features. "In that case, first I and Julia will show you how it's done, after that each of us will teach you separately. Julia!" the busty blonde saunters towards the man, and Black watches disinterestedly as they locked arms around each other, then began a peculiar set of movements, in which he soon ignored, closing his eyes yet again. Maybe he could meditate a little while they do their thing? Whatever it was.
…
He was completely lost to the world when he felt a faint tap against his shoulder, opening his eyes, he was met with the pale globular flesh of the dance instructor's assistant' breasts. He looked up. she spoke, smiling, "while Fabio is teaching the princess, it's my job to teach you."
Black, as if to confirm what she had just told him, seeks Chichi, finding her interlaced with 'Fabio' who looked surprisingly professional, Chichi, on the other hand, wasn't fairing too well, but what does he care?
With a tedious huff, he lifts himself from his chair, though as soon as he's up, the assistant takes his hand and drags him towards the center of the room, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to boil his hand clean from her filth. As soon as she stopped dragging him, Black snatches his hand back and scowls.
"Oh, you can't take your hand back just ye.," She waved a finger in his face, then dared to take both his hands this time. One was placed on her hip as she took the other in hers. "I still need to teach you how to dance, cutie." She winked, her body was so close to his, her humongous breast flattened against his chest. And Black felt bile rise into his throat at the feel.
Endure! Endure, he chanted. This will only last for a short while... he hoped.
Exhaling heavily, he allows the woman to guide him across the room, doing a pugilist job of following her footsteps. Why is this even important? What's the point of learning this so-called 'dance'?
And why in blazes is he acquiescing?
"Princess! This is the fifth time you step on my foot!"
"I-I'm sorry," Chichi stammers.
The man huffs, and then flares his nose, arrogantly. "it's as if you have two left feet!"
"I'm sorry, I-I never danced before this—"
"Hmph, I can see that. Now let's start over." He takes her hand again and begins the set of movements Chichi was clearly struggling it follow, and she keeps her eyes glued to their feet. "Keep your eyes on my face, Princess. when dancing you must flow, look like this is your natural zone. Do not count steps."
"R-Right." As soon as she does as instructed, she steps on his foot yet again and gasps, covering her mouth for the horrendousness of her own mistake. "I'm sorry!"
The man looks indignant. "I've never seen a clumsier princess before, honestly. At this rate, I'm not sure if you'd be able to get it before the wedding."
Chichi bites her lip, face flushing brightly in mortification. "I'll do my best this time, I promise."
"Hmph, let's see where your best takes us." And they start again.
Black hadn't realized that all this time he'd been standing still, watching their interaction and somehow wiping his dance partner's existence from his consciousness (and she had been trying relentlessly to get him to move). His heartbeat was racing, he was usually glad whenever he witnessed the rare moments when someone tells her off, however, this time he found it infuriating. Why was she letting this 'dance instructor' treat her this way? Where is that spit-fire and haughty attitude of hers?
His jaw clenched, eyebrows drawing together, he watched the man's posture, the placements of his hands, his coordinated 1, 2, 3 foot movements, and the way he held his head, still perfectly ignoring the busty human's pursues. Black memorized every step, twirl, and twist with blooming determination, he turns to his dance partner and commences the dance with perfect precision.
"Oh, my…" the assistant comments, as they both glide across the room.
After a couple more minutes, he stops to look down at the woman with the revolting ecstatic expression. "Is this good enough?"
With a dreamy look on her face, she replies, "yes, you're perfect!"
He smirks, lets her go, and turns towards the other dancing pair, finding them standing still, bewildered.
"Mr. Goku, that was astounding! Are you sure this is your first time dancing?"
He doesn't dignify the man with a response, instead, Black walks to the pair, grabs Chichi by the arm and snatches her to his side, never breaking his cold gaze away from the fiend. "your service is no longer required. now that I've learned, I shall teach her myself. Leave."
"Excuse me?" Fabio asks, slack-jawed.
A sigh, must he repeat himself? "leave."
"But I was paid to teach the—"
"As I said, your services are no longer needed, I will take over for you, considering that you were already doing terrible at your own job."
The human was offended. "it's not my fault that she," He points at Chichi and proceeds, "can't even follow a few simple steps," The dimwitted girl gasps behind him. "I'm a dance instructor, not a magician, you know…"
Every word the man said was true, more than likely, still Black didn't fancy agreeing with him. He smirks, raising a brow. "a sorry excuse to cover up your own shortcomings, no doubt."
"I'm the best!" he declares, folds his arms and 'hmphs'. "I'm the one who wasted their time here."
This time, Black was the one offended, he dashes towards the human male and yanks him by the collar, they were both almost the same height, they stood nose to nose, and fright and panic were instantly evident in the human's eyes. "it seems that I've yet to make myself clear… allow me to repeat: if you don't leave in the next five seconds, I will tear you to pieces, and make sure to blow each and every piece where there's not a single molecule of you left, and your soul? I'll be sending that to the pits of hell where you'll rot for all eternity, understood?" Black sported a crazed grin when he pushed the terrified human away who scurried to gather his belonging in a blink of an eye, grab his assistant and leave.
And it felt so good to threaten the human, too good. His body shook with a long-forgotten excitement. How long has it been? Since the last time he killed a mortal, since the last time he experienced the rush of battle, and how long has it been since the last time his body quivered with the thrill of conquering his foes like this? he ought to follow those humans just to blow up some much-needed steam.
Except he was halted with arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
Oh, right, he forgot she was still here.
"My hero!" she exclaims, looking up, elated.
Oh, so now she decides to act herself. Black takes a deep breath, unsure as to where this frustration with her was stemming from, but he puts both hands on her shoulder and harshly pulls her off him. "what is wrong with?"
Taking aback, she stutters, "w-what?"
"you've been acting strange all morning, and then you stand still and allow some vermin to treat you badly. "
"Vermin?!"
"what were you doing in my room this morning!?"
It was as if she remembered something horrible, her eyes widen and her face flushes profusely, and he had to tighten his hold to keep her in place."n-n-nothing!"
"What are you hiding? Speak now!"
"Ahh! please let me go." she was sweating now, eyes searching all around him for some kind of aid, and he was starting to wonder just how horrible what she did was for her to display this kind of anti-confrontational behavior.
"Tell me what you did, right now!" he bellows.
"I didn't do anything bad-at least I don't think it's bad-I think... I just…"
"You just what?"
"I…" her eyes finally settle on his face, mustering some courage no doubt, she swallows. "I did this…" And her hands fly to his cheeks, holding them still, her mouth pressed against his. hot and soft, and he was reminded of their morning and the pleasantness of what he felt. The contact was momentary before she disappeared from before him, leaving him stunned and confused.
When he came down from the haze with the dawning realization, heat rushed to his face and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "H-how abominable!"
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