Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Seducing Dance ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: Hello again. I finally finished this chapter. I think it came out well and I really enjoyed writing it. Well…enjoy.

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Seducing Dance

Vegeta, as well as the rest of the room of important leaders, kept their eyes glued to the blue eyed figure.

The music began to play again and she began to sway to the rhythm, her arms beginning to lift over her head, but her fuchsia cover remained on.

The other girls danced around her, till finally one with fair skin and dark, coal like hair came up by her.

She whispered something in the blue eyed ones ear and Vegeta couldn’t seem to look away. What were they whispering to one another? What are they hiding? What did they have planned?

As brunette walked away, her deep cerulean eyes looked over the small crowd, till they landed on Freeza…then himself.

She and the Saiyan King held eye contact for a while then she turned around and walked a few steps away.

As she did, every other dancer followed her, turned their backs to the rest of the room, much like their leader did, and once again the music slowed down, till finally stopping.

There was a brief moment of suspense that aroused everyone’s curiosity over the seemingly dancing sirens, hypnotizing everyone, including even the women that sat as spectators.

Then down fell the cloak like material, like a water fall, to her feet.

Turning around, she revealed her true self to everybody.

She had a blue hair that matched her eyes, a rare color, especially in that shade, that very few had, even in the out most reaches of the universe.

That’s when Vegeta understood why they had made her the lead dancer.

Her azure hair was wavy and medium length and went a little below the shoulders and her slightly choppy bangs were swept to one side, framing her face perfectly. Yet, her lioness-like hair let her large gold hoop earrings show from under it all. She had on a red head band and a clear red veil with little gold circles around the border covering most of her face except for her eyes.

She wore, what seemed to be, two triangle pieces of hard, red snake skin for a top. They were held in place by gold coiled dragons used as top-straps, simple gold swirls at the side-straps, and a green jewel bordered by more gold in between her breast, closely resembling a cat’s eye. The gold straps were held together by golden strands of see-through material that tied up in the back, leaving a long tail-like portion to linger and sway with her body.

Her bottom half used the same ruby scaly material as the top, and used just about as much, which really wasn’t a lot at all. It was another small triangle that covered her most intimate region, with a much bigger triangle to cover her back side. Both sides were held up by gold swirl-like bands that connected from one end of the front side, encircled her hips till it reached the other end of the front.

So it was basically a bikini bottom embroidered with a rather heavy, thin golden belt that enclosed most of her hips except for the five inches at the front.

Like the top part, the bottom also had a green, cat eye-like gems that were positioned at both sides of her hips.

Sheer, long strands of red and a few fuchsia material hung form that gold curvy belt, covering her rear and some of her sides.

The blue haired woman wore two armbands that had more of the red translucent material that attached to one of the many bangles she had, so that they would flow with any arm movement she made.

Her feet had anklets; one had a simple gold jingly one and the other had a full one that connected from her toe to her the ankle itself.

She was more than a sight. The woman was just plainly gorgeous.

Slowly walking in front of the rest of the girls, the music began to play once again.

She put one arm up in the air and the other out in front of her, with rest of the girls following a couple seconds after her, like a rippling affect.

Guiding with her shoulder and arm, she rolled her upper body, letting all the muscles in her tummy to flex and move in very snake like manner, with the rest of the dancers following her every move, her red strands flowing after her.

She shook her hips so that the scales on her lightly rattled.

Leaning over, she touched the floor with her hands, the rest of the dancers following her every step.

She got up quickly, flipping her hair over, making the audience lean back on their chairs a bit more.

The blue haired vixen twirled her hands up in the air, slowly starting from the her sides all the way up to her head, all the while moving her hips in the same rhythm.

She had stopped and stood still, while the rest were finishing up mimicking the move she had just done.

Then she just let herself go and fell backwards, and closing her eyes.

The rest of the dancers caught her, carrying her in the air as she lay loose and motionless, as she basically crowed surfed.

The dancers then brought her in the circle with them, so she can be hidden from everyone. Slowly they started to open their circle, once again revealing her, but this time the other dancers’ hands were all over her, touching her, grazing, grabbing, biting, licking, and breathing on her skin, even in her most private areas.

Vegeta’s eye brow twitched with the mere visual of that. This was more than just a…fascinating little performance they were giving.

The lead dancer then made a pushing arm movement that made the rest stop. She snapped her fingers, signing to the other to follow her as she strutted toward the middle of the table, marching toward Vegeta.

She sat on top of the table, her back toward them as the rest of the girls watched. Lying down, she lowly turned belly down, got on all fours and began to crawl on the table, making that act look too sensual.

She got up and continued to sway her whole body as she walked around the table, a little sweat glow started to show.

As she was finishing up dancing in front of everyone, she once again ended up at the middle of the table.

Snapping her fingers again, she signaled the rest of the girls to surround their ever attentive audience and dance, much in the same manner she was.

The azure hair being once again got on her knees and came right up in front of Freeza, as the monster smirked at her. He obliviously loved the attention from the most captivating creature in the room.

The Saiyan King couldn’t help but feel a little twinge envy as she danced for him.

Another dancer with pink skin blocked his view of her, trying to get his attention.

He just caught a couple parts of what was going on by him. The woman in red sat on the lizards lap, facing him as she nuzzled his neck still keeping the red veil that covered half of her face on, and he whispered something into her ear.

Both turned around to face him, he with a wicked smile on his face as she looked at him with a determined understanding.

She got up and took a couple steps toward him. Patiently, she waited for the other girl to notice her presence behind her, but when she waited too long and lost her patience, she took a hold of the pink skinned girl’s top strap and pulled her away from Vegeta, in the process pushing her to the lavender monster whose lap she was just sitting on.

This made him chuckle in response. She sure knew how to take charge.

As she danced in front of him, turning around to let him get a view as her rear as she shook and popped it, he couldn’t help but notice strange ink markings that ran along her spine, along with other little scars that, that with out his supreme eyes sight he wouldn’t have been able see behind the gold strands that held her top in place.

She sat on his lap as she started to rotate her hips on his, as he looked down at the action she was doing, liking the way the dip on her back moved with the grinding of her hips and especially loving the way her skin had a slight bronzy tone to it.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t turned on. He was more than just that. All he wanted to do at that moment was just jump her, throw her on the floor and have his way with her. But he supposed that if any good looking female rubbed the way she rubbing against him, he would have the very same urges.

The dancer leaned on him, her back on his chest as her head rolled back on his shoulder, her hands getting a hold of his thighs and holding on.

Vegeta ran his nose along the side of her neck, inhaling deeply, memorizing her scent, something that resembled cinnamon and blossoms with a hint of vanilla.

He looked over to where his men were. They were too distracted with the dancers that were performing for them, but he took a special notice on Goku who was more than just mesmerized by the same dark-haired female that had whispered a little something into the woman on top of him now. That Saiyan was completely hypnotized by her.

‘Humph, pathetic.’ was all Vegeta thought.

His focus turned on her again as she got up, turned around, and sat right back on him again, facing him, straddling him.

She grinded on him again, all the more firm and all the more hard, catching him off guard as he gave an accidental groan, his tail unconsciously danced behind him.

He couldn’t help it when his hands made their way to the sides of her legs, pulling her closer to him and slowly caressing the skin with thumbs.

But what threw him off was when he looked up at her, into her eyes. They were solely concentrated on him, with not a hint of enjoyment. He read anger, displeasure; as if this was the last place she wanted to be through those cerulean orbs, although her actions and body were saying otherwise.

He heard an evil chuckle by him, and Vegeta turned around to look at the lizard, as the dancer began to nuzzle his neck, he feeling her breathing through the veil on him.

“So do you like your surprise, Prince?”

Vegeta didn’t answer letting Freeza continue.

“She is a rather spunky one. I bet you want her don’t you?”

The Saiyan King growled in response.

Freeza just smirked at this, quite aware of how disgusted of him Vegeta truly is.

“I can have something arranged, Prince Vegeta.”

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Bulma entered her small room and collapsed on her bed, exhausted beyond reason. She had been dancing for Freeza’s ‘allies’ all night. Kami did she hate to dance for all of those power hungry creatures. She’d dance for anybody, and enjoyed it most of the time, but to dance for them, she just truly despised it. They always had darker motives in mind for her later, and she hated looking into their eye and seeing that reflected from them.

When she was younger, most tried to force her to kiss them, and that’s a reason she keeps the veil over her nose and mouth while performing.

That awful little lilac man made her dance with one man, all night. She was to keep him company and keep his attention on her. Why? She wasn’t entirely sure. Granted that he was much better looking than most of the other beings she had been forced to grind her body onto. He actually looked very human-like, except for the hair, bigger muscle mass, and the monkey tail. All in all, it wasn’t too bad of a night.

Well, at least she had to dance to rather slow music today, meant to seduce an audience. There were times were she had to follow upbeat music where she meant to awe viewers, with many acrobatic moves, including high jumps, flips, spins, among other tricks.

She got up from her bed, beginning to take off her costume, and getting something more appropriate for bed.

Bulma was almost done, having on only the bikini-like snake skin on, her skin still moist from all she had sweated.

‘Kami, I need to get out of here.’ she thought to herself looking in the mirror.

Ever since she had come to the planet Frost, she had been thinking and scheming of ways to get out of there.

Her planet was basically destroyed when she was a fifteen. She had been taken away and brought to this planet.

When Freeza had looked at her, he decided to keep her. He liked her coloring, she was told, and for that alone, she became his slave.

I wasn’t easy. Not at all, but she survived and when she had grown and filled up, Freeza had her become a dancer.

She continued taking off her clothes, trying to untie the gold ties at the back of her top, thinking to herself.

A knock on her door interrupted her.

It opened; it was one of his goons, Zarbon. She had to admit that she had a small crush on him the first time she laid eyes on him, but now not so much. He did things, under Freeza’s command, that she could never forgive him for.

“Lord Freeza wants you to go to the Saiyan’s room.” he informed her, as she looked at him from the reflection of the mirror.

“Why?”

“You know why?”

She frowned. “He said that last time was the last. I’m the fucking head dancer…”

“You know he doesn’t make promises, besides, as the lead you know that before the other girls you will be chosen first.”

Bulma was still frowning fisting her hands.

“Don’t change. Lord Freeza wants you to be there in what you were wearing tonight.”

He was about to leave, almost closing the door, but came back again, “And don’t take long.” he ordered.

Once the door was closed she looked at her reflection.

“Damn.” was she could say as she proceeded to dress again.

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Vegeta walked through the halls to the room was given for his stay. Some of the men had left to their rooms with one or two dancers, some just left, and some are still at the dining room enjoying the girls attention.

The blue-haired one had left alone. He had seen that. While the rest were drunk and distracted, this included his troops.

He took a hold of the handle, about to open the door, but didn’t.

Something didn’t seem right. Something was off. He felt that there was somebody in the room, but why didn’t they suppress their ki?

Vegeta turned the knob and slowly opened the door, ready to attack whoever it was who intruded his space, feeling sure that Freeza had went someone.

As he took a peek inside he was surprised to find the blue-haired dancer sitting on a chair, her elbows on the table in front of her, with her back to him.

He entered the room and silently closed the door behind him. What was she doing in his room? She seemed to be waiting.

The Saiyan King quietly walked up to her till he was no more than a couple feet away from her.

“What are you doing here, woman?” the said in a low voice, startling her as she whipped around to look at him.

He had to admit, she was all the more gorgeous without that veil on. Her cheeks and lips were of a rosy shade that gave her a fresh and innocent aura, although her eyes showed otherwise.

“I was told you wanted my company.” she said as she stood.

She was wearing the same outfit he had last seen her in, except that she wore red snake skin heels that tied up around her legs, looking more like an Amazon warrior than an exotic dancer.

“Now who told you this, woman?” he said while going over to his bed, all the while taking off his armor, cape, and top.

“Bulma.”

“Who?”

“My name is Bulma. Not woman.”

He turned around to look at her, not believing that she had just corrected him.

“And since I see you have absolutely no desire for me, I’m just going to leave. I’m pretty exhausted as it is, I need to catch up on some sleep.” she informed him as she started to head toward the doors.

“Woman.”

She kept on walking to her destination.

“Bulma.” he tried another method.

The azure woman stopped and turned around to look at him.

“Yes.”

“Come here.” he ordered.

Bulma stood in place for a good while contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to do as he says or not.

Taking a step forward, she decided to go ahead and listen to him. She stopped when she was a good four feet in front of him.

“What’s your species?” he asked, seemingly interested.

“Does it matter?” she snapped at him.

Vegeta raised in eyebrow, seeing a fire dance in those blue orbs.

“Answer the question.” he said in a deathly low tone, sending a small shiver traveling down her spine.

“Human.”

“Humph, I should have known. And tell me, woman, do you know who I am?”

“I know your Saiyan.”

“Well, that’s a start.” he said while he walked toward her, closing the gap between them. “And do you know what I’m capable of?”

“I have an idea. Yes.”

Vegeta started to circle her. Watching her and examining her with his eyes, his tail coming unbound from his hips were it usually lay as it began to dance behind him.

The Saiyan King finally stopped in front of her, looking down at her.

“Then I suggest you don’t talk back to your superiors.”

She frowned at this, “I just did, didn’t I?”

“Wrong answer.”

“And what are you going to do about it? Beat me? I’ve been through that. Rape me? That’s been done way too many times. Kill me? At least that’ll put me out of my misery working for that purple monster. So there’s really nothing you can do that hasn’t been done or eventually will be done. So take your pick.”

He looked at her, seeming like he was about to explode and destroy anything that came between his path. His fists were clenched tight, with a muscle in his arm jumping once in a while, trying to control his anger.

It was truly an intimating sight, having Bulma wishing that she could have just shut her mouth.

Once he had calmed down he gently took her chin in his hands, forcing her to look up at him.

“Woman…” he lowly said, taking some of her hair between her fingers, stroking it and feeling the silkiness.

His hand that played with her hair traveled till it had a good hold behind her head, while the other made its way to her waist.

He lightly pulled her hair, making her head turn to a side as he once again ran his nose up her neck, taking in her scent.

Her hands were on his chest, she not knowing how soft yet hard it was going to feel, afraid of what he’d do next and being prepared to push him off if needed.

“…any kind of torture I’d give you…” he continued running his tail up her leg, his breath tickling her neck.

“…I guarantee you would like.”

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A/N: So what do you guys think? Hope the description here wasn’t confusing…or boring.

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