Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Dragon Ball or Dragon Ball Z or even Dragon Ball Super or GT at this rate.
Author's Note: I would like to thank Guest, Mysterious Anon, and GlassCase for their lovely reviews on my last drabble. Each and every one of them brought a smile to my face. Thank you so much!
This drabble was my attempt at Foe Yay GoChi. To be honest, this is personally my least favorite of the GoChi drabbles I have written, if only because my brain is freezing up at these two actually having (hot) Foe Yay and my uncertainty as to how 'in-character' I actually made them here, oops.
Either way, enjoy!
Drabble:: Smooth Criminal
The trail had gone cold for over a month now.
His most recent lead- long dead in the dust- was what sat him at the corner of Club Four for the time being. Idly swilling his beer, killing time by checking around the place for any loose ends.
"Got room for one more?"
He had seen her making her way towards him for the past half-hour, slow and sure. He never was that great of an actor, but he had no problem showing his surprise that she actually made the plunge. "Um...sure. Wherever you can find a seat, I guess."
Swift and smooth, all red and black and full form of her was in his lap. "Here's fine."
He smiled, nice and easy. "Cold, are we?" His hands shook a bit as they curved around her waist. He didn't miss the upturn of her smirk.
One of her hands lightly skimmed over his shirt, gently trailing up and down. "Got anything interesting for me?" Her eyes stared up at him from under her lashes.
"Do you?" he couldn't help rebutting.
She giggled and flicked some strands of her dark hair over her shoulder. "You're the one doing the snooping, not me."
She knew.
He leaned into her more and tightened a hand on her behind. She shifted as another went up her leg. "Maybe we should move this somewhere private," she interrupted.
"Private enough for you to shoot me dead, Chi-Chi?"
Her facade cracked. Her fingers brought his chin closer to her frown. "That's not my style."
He discreetly removed the pistol from its holster around her upper thigh to hide within his coat. Her frown grew.
"I know. But neither is coming on to me outta nowhere. Who's this show really for?"
Her grimace stood out among the strobe lighting. "You know I hate when you use that brain of yours, Goku."
He tried not to look around. Tried not to give anything away.
When both of them were on first-name basis with each other, shit was about to go down.
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