Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dance ❯ Bratty Cheerleaders and Flying Pigs ( Chapter 1 )

The Dance

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Having gotten off her job at `Sweets From Heaven', 16-year-old Makoto Son strolled leisurely throughout the bustling paths of Statan City Mall. Her love for cookery (sweets especially), and her need for some extra money to fritter, landed her at that job. Though she was saving up most of her earnings for a certain piece of garment.

Walking passed several stores; she stopped, and peered through the plate-glass window of Danser Travaillé au noir (1). Placed in the urbane French store window was a snug form fitting one-piece gown. It was a soft sugar pink in color, and made of soft and smooth silk. It had a plunging V-neck, and was sleeveless, two thin spaghetti-straps kept up the lovely garment. Pink rhinestone beads were placed along the little straps, sparkling in the soft light in the little platform. It seemed almost uncomfortably tight, until the waist, however, the skirt hanging down airily to a little passed mid-thigh.

"Well, isn't it Makoto?"

Makoto frowned, and let out a sigh of desperation. It was them, the abnormally thin, frustrating, brain-dead cheerleaders of Orange Star High School. She turned and saw a not so surprising seen. Three girls, all dressed in extremely taut, revealing cloths, the captain of the team, Paris, twirling her somewhat curly, ginger red hair between her fingers.

"Well, aren't you going to say hi Makoto?" Paris questioned sarcastically, receiving several giggles from the two girls beside her.

"Hi, how are you feelin' today? It can't be so easy being anorexic like you are" Makoto responded coldly, flipping her hair from her shoulder.

"I am not anorexic thank you very much. I am naturally thin, you are just so envious" Paris retorted with a snort.

"Don't use envious now Paris, we wouldn't want you to choke on those big words now would we? Oh wait yes you would, since your just bulimic" Makoto snapped with a cocky grin.

Paris frowned, and eyed her current attire, her two other cronies mimicking her motions.

"Well, you just get off work?" questioned the redhead with a sickeningly sweet tone, gesturing towards her outfit.

Makoto looked down at her outfit, a pair of scuffed sneakers, hip-hugging jeans, a simple green T-shirt, and a white apron placed over it, `Sweets From Heaven' sewed across the front in red.

"Um...yes..." Makoto replied unsure of wear this was leading.

"Oh yes I forgot, you're a poor, underprivileged family. Well I must get going. See ya in school"

With that the trio of rather slutty looking teens walked off giggling at the little gag, leaving Makoto frowning and pissed beyond words.

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"Trunks man! Stop flirting!"

17-year-old Goten complained with frown, as he looked back at his purple-haired companion.

"God Goten, calm down. Those girls were into me man!" 17-year-old Trunks answered, as he held out several pieces of paper triumphantly, numbers and names scribbled across the surface in pink ink.

"You're such a player man," Goten said with a shake of his head, as he dug through the pockets of his black leather jacket.

"Hey, I just got the charm" Trunks replied with a cocky grin, as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Yea, yea...isn't that Mako?" Goten questioned, as he pointed at a tall female figure walking towards their direction.

"She's your sister, you oughtta know" Trunks replied with a shrug, as he focused his gaze at her direction.

"But I've seen the way you look at her, and all your constant flirting..." Goten responded with a whistle.

Trunks blushed at his statement, and ducked his head lower, hoping he could hide his burning cheeks.

"Ah ha! Look at you you're blushing! You like my sister!" Goten cried out victoriously, as he punched the blushing-boy's shoulder.

"I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!"

"Well aren't you guys just growing up?"

They stopped their eight-year old squabble and looked over at Makoto, who currently, had her arms crossed over her chest, and was trying feebly to hold back bursting out laughing.

"Well Mako, your brother isn't a good example," Trunks explained with grin, as he rubbed her cheek gently with his hand.

Makoto giggled some, tilted her head to the side, and looked up at him.

"Like your any better Trunks"

Trunks grinned, and lowered his head to her ear.

"I'm better in more ways then one..." Trunks replied in a whisper, his voice for some reason lower, rough, and jarringly sexy in Makoto's opinion.

Sexy? Makoto blushed at that thought, and lowered her gaze, seemingly growing shy and timid.

"Well Mako, I'll see ya at home sis, I needa have a talk with Trunks here." Goten intervened; as he pulled the young Saiyan prince, and dragged him away from his sister.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Goten exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

Trunks sighed, and shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't help but to flirt with her. She was the epitome of perfection in his eyes. And what made it worse were his hormones. The amount of boxers he's soiled at night in his dreams was enough to pay for a month worth of Goku's food consumed.

"Trunks if you ask her out, you better treat her good. I know fully what you do to girls on dates," Goten warned, his serious gaze locked with his.

Trunks blinked a bit, Goten was tremendously protective of his sister, as well as Gohan. And he knew all too well what could happen if anyone were to harm their beloved sister, emotionally and physically. Ever since the incident with that American exchange student Freddie, every guy knew not to even mistreat Makoto Son in the slightest way. For they'd end up like Freddie, a broken arm, a black eye, and would not be capable to produce offspring.

"Yo, Trunks?"

"I won't man, if I do date her, I'll treat her well. I am a gentlemen after all." Trunks answered, receiving a skeptical look from his raven-haired companion.

"The day you're a gentlemen is the day a pig start to fly"

Trunks grinned at that, and leaned a bit closer.

"Well, my mother did take Oolong into our helicopter"

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(1) : Danser Travaillé au noir translates to Moonlit Dancing in French.

On a side note: The few who read Memories Returned I am sorry for waiting for my long update. But my mind was stuck with writers block. And this story popped up in my head. SO I will hopefully get chapter 21 out soon. Sorry, especially to Girl of Darkness. You are all such wonderful, loyal readers. I hope I can fulfill all your expectations. Thank you.