Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Perfect Gentleman ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 11, 'Perfect Genlteman'
Goten continued to grin, and the Z gang looked at the freshly showered man curiously. Then, they heard feet on the stairs, and Tristian appeared at the top of the stairs, fresh out of the shower too. He was followed by the girl, who quickly made her exit.
The Z gang stood open mouthed.
"Hey man... you scored?" Yamacha stuttered. "You work fast!"
The rest of the gang blushed. Tristian dried his neck with the black towel he was carrying. He smirked, not commenting.
"I'm so proud!" Goten grinned.
Tristian's smirk widened as he sat himself down. His chest was bare, dressed only in deep purple training slacks. His body was still covered in beads of water, his body slick and damp.
Bra found herself staring, along with the other women. Vegeta frowned when he noticed. Women…
Tristian looked up from his towel, watching Vegeta's disapproval. He let out a small purring sound. The others around him almost jumped with surprise. Tristian continued to purr as he gently but firmly toweled his body sensually.
He stood up, draping the towel around his neck and headed into the kitchen, giving Bra a wink on the way.
"We should go out somewhere." Tristian said from the kitchen. "Where's a cool place to go?"
"Out... as in to a nightclub?" Gohan stuttered.
Videl gave him a light punch on the arm. "That sounds great. My friend was telling me about this great place she goes to."
"Cool!" Bra exclaimed, as Trunks rolled his eyes.
"It might give us a chance to take our minds off everything." Rhiamon mused. "We've all had a lot to think about."
There was a definite murmur of agreement around the room. "I know it hasn't been easy with us suddenly turning up. Especially the news we brought." Rayne apologised.
"Wait!" Eira suddenly shrieked. Everyone turned to her with panic. "…What'll I wear?" She wailed sheepishly.
"You look the same size me, roughly." Bulma noted. "You can rummage through my wardrobe if you want."
Eira's face brightened. Tristian walked back into the room, and smiled to see his sister happy. "Wear something pretty." He said. "We'll celebrate! You know, for not being dead!"
No one else laughed. Bulma took Eira upstairs to pick clothes, and everyone moved to freshen up or to change.
__*__
They ended up going to the club Videl's friend suggested. They stood outside, shivering slightly in the cold. Eira wore Cadell's long coat over her outfit, as he would have it back when they got inside. She still snuggled up to Tristian as they waited to go in. The street was empty, apart from the odd drunken passers-by.
"This world is so different." Arienne murmured wistfully.
Bra looked confused for a moment. "Have you never lived on anywhere like Earth before?" She asked.
Arienne shook her head. "We've stayed sometimes, camped out on planets, but we lived in the quarters on the main base." She answered.
Rayne took in all the city around her. The peacefulness… "Being here... it's unreal." She breathed. The others listened to her quietly.
"I never really appreciated it, I guess…" Goten said softly. "I do sometimes, when I remember the battles."
"Let's not talk about battles." Rayne said bravely. "Let's try to have fun."
Rhiamon nodded. "Sounds good." He agreed. It was finally their turn to go in, and they stepped into the bright lights of the club. The music was near deafening, especially to delicate Saiyan ears. People in the club turned to look curiously at the group. They stood out a lot. Tristian was dressed in black leather trousers, and a purple shirt, and was attracting some attention. As were the other Saiyans. Eira suddenly gave a yelp. Cadell gave a threatening growl at the guy who had pinched her rear.
The guilty guy took off with terror. Eira looked nervously but excitedly around. She slid the coat off her shoulders, and the gang froze with shock. She was wearing a transparent blue mesh mini dress, with small metallic blue hotpants underneath, and a blue bra to match. She let her hair down from the loose bun it was in, and the sea green curls cascaded down her back. She ran her hands through it unintentionally sensually. Males all around her stopped to stare with wonder and interest. Goten looked around at them all suspiciously. His daughter was causing a ripple of excitement to flood around the club. He watched as 4 or 5 males gathered around her. He listened to her giggle ditzily, and was surprised when he felt a fatherly concern for his new daughter. Was it possible to become attached to a child you had never even known so soon…?
Eira moved off, holding hands with her chosen man. As the gang watched, Cadell began to slink off in the same direction. He briefly turned back to Tristian and Rhiamon. "I'll take first watch." He said, before disappearing into the crowd.
As the time wore on, it seemed to be obvious what was happening. The youth males seemed to be keeping their eyes on the girls in the group. They seemed like predators, carefully and stealthily taking their turns in watch.
The gang slowly made their way to the main dance floor. Krillen pulled an un-amused 18 to dance, while she growled at her husband trying to 'bust some moves'.
Videl tried to pull Gohan up as well, and he attempted an awkward bop. The crowd of dancers seemed to shift to the edges, and a space yawned emptily in the middle. Many stopped dancing to see what was happening. In the middle of the floor, Eira was dancing. She seemed oblivious to all the attention, lost in her own little world. She was swaying her hips sexily, her lips pursed and her hands were running through her hair. The sensuality she radiated was startling. And it seemed in no way deliberate or planned. Her cascade of green-blue waves of hair shone with the neon of the lights as she spun gracefully. She could have wrapped any male around her finger.
She opened her striking blue eyes, and grinned when she saw the gang. She skipped over, losing the grace of her previous dance, but not losing any appeal. She grasped Rhiamon and Tristian's hands in hers, dragging them onto the floor. The crowd cheered, seeing the beauty dragging the handsome males with her. She began to dance again, but a more alert sensual dance. Rhiamon began to move too, showing he could move too! Tristian's dancing matched him well. He was dancing sexily, smiling at the girls around him. Rayne grinned, pulling the nearest guy to her as her victim. Unluckily for Cadell, he was it. He was unceremoniously dragged up, and the women pulled the rest of the males up.
The middle was now filled with the Saiyans and their mates, and the hole gradually filled, the dance floor returning to normal again. As thy danced, the stage to the front began to take freestyle dancers up. The crowd booed or cheered the brave souls that attempted to win them over. Some were arrogant, some graceful and some with two left feet. More drinks were bought as the night wore on, and soon everyone had drank a fair amount. The 'competition' was still on, some desperate contestants attempting some sort of sleaze show, but had no style about it whatsoever. The gang carried on dancing, more freer now they had drunk a bit.
"Ok... here's the next wannabe!" he DJ cried. The gang glanced at the stage and nearly fell over to see Tristian up there. The crowd paused in eagerness to see if this guy was going to be decent or hilarious. Tristian backed towards the DJ for a moment, whispering to him. The DJ nodded. Tristian walked calmly to the front of the stage again and 'Perfect Gentleman' by Wyclef Jean began to play. Tristian began to dance, sexily under the spotlight. His movements were slow and incredibly sensual. Then he began to move to the faster beat of the music, sending the crowd into silence in awe. He was an incredible dancer! Without warning, he grabbed a hold of one of a silver vertical pole at the front of the stage. He leant back against it, throwing his head back as if in pleasure as he began to undo his shirt, button by button with quick flicks of his fingers. The crowd roared and the women shrieked with joy as they realised what he was doing. He turned his back to the audience, swaying his hips and looking over his shoulder cheekily as the shirt slid from his incredibly toned body. He spun back around, tossing the shirt across the stage. He danced harder, using the pole to move around.
The gang were frozen in shock. Pan was staring wide-eyed. "My son is pole dancing…" She murmured. "My son is POLE DANCING!!" She shrieked.
His chest was glistening, sweating under the heavy lights. His tight black leather trousers seemed tighter and reflecting in the neon lights. He began to unbutton his trousers like his shirt, closing his eyes and moaning softly. Every pair of eyes in the entire room were transfixed on him. There was something... irresistible about him. Every movement he made. No one could tear their eyes away from the male. Tristian peeled away the leather trousers, revealing black wet-look boxer shorts that molded to every curve, and the women's eyes snapped to that area and gasped in wonder.
The excitable crowd began to chant along to the song, editing the words appropriately…
"Just cos he dances, go-go, that don't make 'him' a ho, no…!" The crowd sang like a football song. "…Called up my Momma, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo!"
Tristian slid down the pole, cheekily grinning over his shoulder. He edged slinkily around the front, leaning his back against the pole, rolling his incredibly toned stomach sensually. He carried on his exaggeration, but there was no arrogance at all. He instead gave off a sexy mischievous aura. He kept his eyes on the audience, and cheekily reached his tongue down to his nipple. An ecstatic scream came from the mouths of all the women in the club.
…Except the gang. Eira was bouncing up and down, cheering in support of her older brother ditzily. Gohan, Goten and the others still had not recovered…
Tristian began showily spinning around the pole, wrapping his legs around it, and slowly sliding down it. He had the grace of a female dancer, and he played up the attention, teasing the audience. He moved with sensuality, seeming so feline. He was moaning louder now, as if being pleasured by his own dancing. But he still kept that loveable down to earth cheeky smile, that made him more like an adorable kitten. He ran his tongue down the pole, sliding his glistening body up with it. The crowd was screaming and going wild by this point. Suddenly, one mad woman managed to scramble onto the stage, a fantastic looking red head. She pressed her lips against his, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. Another woman scrambled up, and began to grope his rear, and the three began to unbalance. They hovered close to the end of the stage, before a great surge of women pulled Tristian into the crowd. Shrieks and clamor were heard by the women and some men alike.
The gang blinked. "He…he strips?" Goten stuttered.
"He can pole dance…?" Bra murmured out loud.
Rhiamon smirked. "One of his 'talents'." He said. He watched the movement of the crowd, not seeing any sign of their sibling.
"It's getting late." Videl sighed, looking at her watch. She looked worriedly over the crowd. "What about Tristian?"
"He can find his own way home." Cadell said. "He'll be ok."
__*__
Everyone turned at the noise of the front door. Tristian staggered in the door in the morning light, looking more than rough. The other's looked up from their coffee's. There was lipstick and claw marks all over him. Stuffed and hanging out of every pocket he had, was some sort of woman's underwear.
He grinned sheepishly. "I had to be given fresh clothes." He explained. "I lost mine…"
As he turned to face the door a second, they all caught sight of the sexy red underwear and matching suspender belt hanging from his back cargo pocket. Tristian noticed their stares. He looked behind him, fishing the particularly provocative underwear out. He held them up, and grinned widely. "Ahh… these were that fantastic brunette's…" He said.
Arienne scrunched her nose. "You slut!" She snapped.
Tristian leaned back against the wall, catching his breath. He shrugged his arms elaborately. "All the ladies were more than willing…" he laughed.
Pan walked in to the room, freezing at the sight. As her eyes trailed down Tristian, he held his breath.
"What the hell…?" she shrieked… almost sounding like Chi-Chi! "What have you been doing…?" But she didn't need to ask really... it was obvious.
Everyone's gaze snapped to Tristian, curious to know how he was intending to get out of such a situation. …He had a way. As they watched, his eyes widened, and began to look glassy. His face became unsure… very cute and pitiful.
"Mom…" He sniffed. "There was too many women… and I was attacked! I couldn't fend them all off..." he whimpered just as pitifully as he looked. It was startlingly convincing!
Pan's eyes widened too. "Oh my poor little baby!" She cried with sympathy, her eyes looking all the more watery and horrified. "Those nasty evil women! … I'll go get the antiseptic spray for those awful scratches…!" She turned to go into the kitchen for the first aid kit, then froze, whirling aback around. She had a puzzled expression on her face. She scratched the back of her head, Goku style. "What the hell am I saying?" She said out loud.
Vegeta gave a snort of amusement that quickly turned to laughter.
"Welcome to parenthood, honey." Bulma said sympathetically to her.
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 11, 'Perfect Genlteman'
Goten continued to grin, and the Z gang looked at the freshly showered man curiously. Then, they heard feet on the stairs, and Tristian appeared at the top of the stairs, fresh out of the shower too. He was followed by the girl, who quickly made her exit.
The Z gang stood open mouthed.
"Hey man... you scored?" Yamacha stuttered. "You work fast!"
The rest of the gang blushed. Tristian dried his neck with the black towel he was carrying. He smirked, not commenting.
"I'm so proud!" Goten grinned.
Tristian's smirk widened as he sat himself down. His chest was bare, dressed only in deep purple training slacks. His body was still covered in beads of water, his body slick and damp.
Bra found herself staring, along with the other women. Vegeta frowned when he noticed. Women…
Tristian looked up from his towel, watching Vegeta's disapproval. He let out a small purring sound. The others around him almost jumped with surprise. Tristian continued to purr as he gently but firmly toweled his body sensually.
He stood up, draping the towel around his neck and headed into the kitchen, giving Bra a wink on the way.
"We should go out somewhere." Tristian said from the kitchen. "Where's a cool place to go?"
"Out... as in to a nightclub?" Gohan stuttered.
Videl gave him a light punch on the arm. "That sounds great. My friend was telling me about this great place she goes to."
"Cool!" Bra exclaimed, as Trunks rolled his eyes.
"It might give us a chance to take our minds off everything." Rhiamon mused. "We've all had a lot to think about."
There was a definite murmur of agreement around the room. "I know it hasn't been easy with us suddenly turning up. Especially the news we brought." Rayne apologised.
"Wait!" Eira suddenly shrieked. Everyone turned to her with panic. "…What'll I wear?" She wailed sheepishly.
"You look the same size me, roughly." Bulma noted. "You can rummage through my wardrobe if you want."
Eira's face brightened. Tristian walked back into the room, and smiled to see his sister happy. "Wear something pretty." He said. "We'll celebrate! You know, for not being dead!"
No one else laughed. Bulma took Eira upstairs to pick clothes, and everyone moved to freshen up or to change.
__*__
They ended up going to the club Videl's friend suggested. They stood outside, shivering slightly in the cold. Eira wore Cadell's long coat over her outfit, as he would have it back when they got inside. She still snuggled up to Tristian as they waited to go in. The street was empty, apart from the odd drunken passers-by.
"This world is so different." Arienne murmured wistfully.
Bra looked confused for a moment. "Have you never lived on anywhere like Earth before?" She asked.
Arienne shook her head. "We've stayed sometimes, camped out on planets, but we lived in the quarters on the main base." She answered.
Rayne took in all the city around her. The peacefulness… "Being here... it's unreal." She breathed. The others listened to her quietly.
"I never really appreciated it, I guess…" Goten said softly. "I do sometimes, when I remember the battles."
"Let's not talk about battles." Rayne said bravely. "Let's try to have fun."
Rhiamon nodded. "Sounds good." He agreed. It was finally their turn to go in, and they stepped into the bright lights of the club. The music was near deafening, especially to delicate Saiyan ears. People in the club turned to look curiously at the group. They stood out a lot. Tristian was dressed in black leather trousers, and a purple shirt, and was attracting some attention. As were the other Saiyans. Eira suddenly gave a yelp. Cadell gave a threatening growl at the guy who had pinched her rear.
The guilty guy took off with terror. Eira looked nervously but excitedly around. She slid the coat off her shoulders, and the gang froze with shock. She was wearing a transparent blue mesh mini dress, with small metallic blue hotpants underneath, and a blue bra to match. She let her hair down from the loose bun it was in, and the sea green curls cascaded down her back. She ran her hands through it unintentionally sensually. Males all around her stopped to stare with wonder and interest. Goten looked around at them all suspiciously. His daughter was causing a ripple of excitement to flood around the club. He watched as 4 or 5 males gathered around her. He listened to her giggle ditzily, and was surprised when he felt a fatherly concern for his new daughter. Was it possible to become attached to a child you had never even known so soon…?
Eira moved off, holding hands with her chosen man. As the gang watched, Cadell began to slink off in the same direction. He briefly turned back to Tristian and Rhiamon. "I'll take first watch." He said, before disappearing into the crowd.
As the time wore on, it seemed to be obvious what was happening. The youth males seemed to be keeping their eyes on the girls in the group. They seemed like predators, carefully and stealthily taking their turns in watch.
The gang slowly made their way to the main dance floor. Krillen pulled an un-amused 18 to dance, while she growled at her husband trying to 'bust some moves'.
Videl tried to pull Gohan up as well, and he attempted an awkward bop. The crowd of dancers seemed to shift to the edges, and a space yawned emptily in the middle. Many stopped dancing to see what was happening. In the middle of the floor, Eira was dancing. She seemed oblivious to all the attention, lost in her own little world. She was swaying her hips sexily, her lips pursed and her hands were running through her hair. The sensuality she radiated was startling. And it seemed in no way deliberate or planned. Her cascade of green-blue waves of hair shone with the neon of the lights as she spun gracefully. She could have wrapped any male around her finger.
She opened her striking blue eyes, and grinned when she saw the gang. She skipped over, losing the grace of her previous dance, but not losing any appeal. She grasped Rhiamon and Tristian's hands in hers, dragging them onto the floor. The crowd cheered, seeing the beauty dragging the handsome males with her. She began to dance again, but a more alert sensual dance. Rhiamon began to move too, showing he could move too! Tristian's dancing matched him well. He was dancing sexily, smiling at the girls around him. Rayne grinned, pulling the nearest guy to her as her victim. Unluckily for Cadell, he was it. He was unceremoniously dragged up, and the women pulled the rest of the males up.
The middle was now filled with the Saiyans and their mates, and the hole gradually filled, the dance floor returning to normal again. As thy danced, the stage to the front began to take freestyle dancers up. The crowd booed or cheered the brave souls that attempted to win them over. Some were arrogant, some graceful and some with two left feet. More drinks were bought as the night wore on, and soon everyone had drank a fair amount. The 'competition' was still on, some desperate contestants attempting some sort of sleaze show, but had no style about it whatsoever. The gang carried on dancing, more freer now they had drunk a bit.
"Ok... here's the next wannabe!" he DJ cried. The gang glanced at the stage and nearly fell over to see Tristian up there. The crowd paused in eagerness to see if this guy was going to be decent or hilarious. Tristian backed towards the DJ for a moment, whispering to him. The DJ nodded. Tristian walked calmly to the front of the stage again and 'Perfect Gentleman' by Wyclef Jean began to play. Tristian began to dance, sexily under the spotlight. His movements were slow and incredibly sensual. Then he began to move to the faster beat of the music, sending the crowd into silence in awe. He was an incredible dancer! Without warning, he grabbed a hold of one of a silver vertical pole at the front of the stage. He leant back against it, throwing his head back as if in pleasure as he began to undo his shirt, button by button with quick flicks of his fingers. The crowd roared and the women shrieked with joy as they realised what he was doing. He turned his back to the audience, swaying his hips and looking over his shoulder cheekily as the shirt slid from his incredibly toned body. He spun back around, tossing the shirt across the stage. He danced harder, using the pole to move around.
The gang were frozen in shock. Pan was staring wide-eyed. "My son is pole dancing…" She murmured. "My son is POLE DANCING!!" She shrieked.
His chest was glistening, sweating under the heavy lights. His tight black leather trousers seemed tighter and reflecting in the neon lights. He began to unbutton his trousers like his shirt, closing his eyes and moaning softly. Every pair of eyes in the entire room were transfixed on him. There was something... irresistible about him. Every movement he made. No one could tear their eyes away from the male. Tristian peeled away the leather trousers, revealing black wet-look boxer shorts that molded to every curve, and the women's eyes snapped to that area and gasped in wonder.
The excitable crowd began to chant along to the song, editing the words appropriately…
"Just cos he dances, go-go, that don't make 'him' a ho, no…!" The crowd sang like a football song. "…Called up my Momma, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo!"
Tristian slid down the pole, cheekily grinning over his shoulder. He edged slinkily around the front, leaning his back against the pole, rolling his incredibly toned stomach sensually. He carried on his exaggeration, but there was no arrogance at all. He instead gave off a sexy mischievous aura. He kept his eyes on the audience, and cheekily reached his tongue down to his nipple. An ecstatic scream came from the mouths of all the women in the club.
…Except the gang. Eira was bouncing up and down, cheering in support of her older brother ditzily. Gohan, Goten and the others still had not recovered…
Tristian began showily spinning around the pole, wrapping his legs around it, and slowly sliding down it. He had the grace of a female dancer, and he played up the attention, teasing the audience. He moved with sensuality, seeming so feline. He was moaning louder now, as if being pleasured by his own dancing. But he still kept that loveable down to earth cheeky smile, that made him more like an adorable kitten. He ran his tongue down the pole, sliding his glistening body up with it. The crowd was screaming and going wild by this point. Suddenly, one mad woman managed to scramble onto the stage, a fantastic looking red head. She pressed her lips against his, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. Another woman scrambled up, and began to grope his rear, and the three began to unbalance. They hovered close to the end of the stage, before a great surge of women pulled Tristian into the crowd. Shrieks and clamor were heard by the women and some men alike.
The gang blinked. "He…he strips?" Goten stuttered.
"He can pole dance…?" Bra murmured out loud.
Rhiamon smirked. "One of his 'talents'." He said. He watched the movement of the crowd, not seeing any sign of their sibling.
"It's getting late." Videl sighed, looking at her watch. She looked worriedly over the crowd. "What about Tristian?"
"He can find his own way home." Cadell said. "He'll be ok."
__*__
Everyone turned at the noise of the front door. Tristian staggered in the door in the morning light, looking more than rough. The other's looked up from their coffee's. There was lipstick and claw marks all over him. Stuffed and hanging out of every pocket he had, was some sort of woman's underwear.
He grinned sheepishly. "I had to be given fresh clothes." He explained. "I lost mine…"
As he turned to face the door a second, they all caught sight of the sexy red underwear and matching suspender belt hanging from his back cargo pocket. Tristian noticed their stares. He looked behind him, fishing the particularly provocative underwear out. He held them up, and grinned widely. "Ahh… these were that fantastic brunette's…" He said.
Arienne scrunched her nose. "You slut!" She snapped.
Tristian leaned back against the wall, catching his breath. He shrugged his arms elaborately. "All the ladies were more than willing…" he laughed.
Pan walked in to the room, freezing at the sight. As her eyes trailed down Tristian, he held his breath.
"What the hell…?" she shrieked… almost sounding like Chi-Chi! "What have you been doing…?" But she didn't need to ask really... it was obvious.
Everyone's gaze snapped to Tristian, curious to know how he was intending to get out of such a situation. …He had a way. As they watched, his eyes widened, and began to look glassy. His face became unsure… very cute and pitiful.
"Mom…" He sniffed. "There was too many women… and I was attacked! I couldn't fend them all off..." he whimpered just as pitifully as he looked. It was startlingly convincing!
Pan's eyes widened too. "Oh my poor little baby!" She cried with sympathy, her eyes looking all the more watery and horrified. "Those nasty evil women! … I'll go get the antiseptic spray for those awful scratches…!" She turned to go into the kitchen for the first aid kit, then froze, whirling aback around. She had a puzzled expression on her face. She scratched the back of her head, Goku style. "What the hell am I saying?" She said out loud.
Vegeta gave a snort of amusement that quickly turned to laughter.
"Welcome to parenthood, honey." Bulma said sympathetically to her.