Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ The Dance ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 130 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 130 | Status: Completed
That day was the longest day of Mark's remembered life. Everywhere he went, people were asking, 'Who's Shotius, Why did you do that' yeah, like they cared at all, Mark thought. He had taken enough crap for the day, and it was only lunch period. Four more forty five-minute classes awaited him still so he could die of boredom. He did not eat anything that lunch period but he saw Gohan practically inhaling his food. Mark literally saw Gohan's tray full of food, he blinked and three quarters of it were gone. He could hardly believe his eyes, nor could anyone else, but they were used to this because they saw it everyday. Mark turned to Gohan and said, "I'm gonna tkae a look around."
"Umkay, jus don go too *gulp* fa." Gohan said inbetween bites.
Mark gave a small smirk and walked away.
The halls were filled with posters that day. Apparently, there was a dance this Friday. It was a Tuesday so he had a while to go, but, 'Hell, why not. I'll ask Leahanna to go.' He told himself. He smiled to himself at his bravery. To even imagine that angelic being going with HIM to a dance was unthinkable. He was practically a weed to the gorgeous rose. Granted, he was built, but beauty is something reserved for a select few, and she had lots of it. He saw the way Gohan and Goku were drooling over her when she first arrived.
'I'll turn'em green with envy.' His mind said. He could not get over how familiar she looked. It was as if he had lived with her or something.
'Maybe in another life.' His mind told him.
He sighed and smiled as he continued down the hallway, picking up a poster that fell and putting it into his pocket
The rest of the week was nothing but a blur. He kept constantly isolated from everyone, staying in his room with the shades down when he was at Capsule Corp. The only time of day you could catch a glimpse of him, besides at school, was at sunset. Then, he emerged from his the abyssmal darkness of his cryptic room and revelled in the last moments of the ending light, gorging and absorbing its beauty. It was during this time when Leahanna watched him from her room. She would peer through her window to see him valiantly standing in the diminishing sunlight, eyes slightly squinted and more so with the occassional wind. His outfit was still a black one, but with a buttoned down shirt this time. She would gaze into his dark, occult eyes in utter amazement, while he stood like a shaman, not moving at all. He would set his hands on the railing and watch the sun until you could see no more, and sometimes, beyond that. Thursday, he waited until the night was pitch before considering if he should enter the darkness of his room. It was late May during this time, so the nights were filled with the warmth of the day. Mark stilled donned his black pants, boots and shirt, while others were sweating out of their minds with shorts on.
It was that Thursday night that Mark decided to ask Leahanna to the dance. He pulled the poster out from his pocket, read it over for the millionth time, then looked to the sky, as if for divine inspiration. It would have appeared he got what he wanted as he exited the warm night to feel the air conditioned room.
Leahanna watched as the darkness absorbed him like every other day, but now, he seemed strangely resolute in something. She saw the paper in his hand, but knew not what it was.
There was a loud knock at the door. Leahanna jumped, startled at the sudden noise.
"Come in." She managed to say after quickly recovering from the shock.
Mark stepped in, hands behind his back and eyes looking directly into Leahanna's.
"Leahanna..." He said with the intent of asking a question.
"Yes?"
"There's, uhh... this, thing on Friday, it's uhh.. actually a, umm.. dance, sorta, thing, and well, I'm not doing anything, and I was kinda hoping you weren't so that we could, umm, maybe... go?" He said very nervously.
Leahanna's face brightened with a heavenly smile and said, "Sure, sure it'll be fun." She got up and gave Mark a big hug and a... kiss on the cheek. A memory hit Mark, the valley, the girl, the kiss, it made Mark twitch while still in their embrace, thus causing it to break.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
"Uhh, yeah, I'll be fine." He said while looking at the floor. He handed her the poster and before he left, he turned to her and asked, "Leahanna, does... no, no nevermind." He said as he walked out the door.
She looked it over and found it was a typical poster meant to attract adolescents. She had seen such things on other planets before coming here and as well at Pugnaturus for the annual dance. You would not believe how many Saiya-Jins she turned down in one day. It was like all of the Saiya-Jin from year thirteen through twenty wanted to go with her, but none recieved such a pleasure. She looked it over to make sure she would not infringe on the dresscode, she had heard how Mark got busted on the first day, also if there would be a fee.
When she finished taking note of everything necessary, she placed it on her desk and exited the room, she needed to talk with Bulma.
"So, I'll control some of the people there to see if he remembers anything, and if he does, I'll just have use them to beat the living crap out of him." Learisto gave a morbid smile as he gazed into his orb, watching Martek's every move, waiting for him to slip up...
Leahanna knocked on the door to Bulma's office. When no answer came, she turned the knob slightly to find the room was dark and empty.
'Where the bloody hell could she be?' She asked herself. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to sense where her energy pattern would be.
She found it, outside, with another energy pattern very close... very, very close. It was Vegeta's sign, he and Bulma were... preoccupied at the moment. Leahanna shuddered to think about what they were doing, and decided she could look for her at a more convenient time.
She returned to her room to think about what to wear tomorrow. She did not have very much at all, simply because she was not planning on going to a dance while trying to find Martek. She'll have to ask someone for a skirt or something, a girl wearing baggy pants, she guessed, was not the most stylish of things to wear. She would have to find something mildly attractive before seven in the evening tomorrow. She had a good feeling that Mark would remember.
The school day crawled slower than a slug on ice. Mark practically slept in his classes, getting caught once but ending up teaching the teacher something. All day long, the school was humming with the coming dance. Posters and drinks were being set up along with speakers taller than Mark. Gohan got asked by someone named Videl to go, but Mark did not see her, Gohan told him later. Mark himself was asked by two girls, both of which were ugly, green witches compared to Leahanna. mark dismissed them gently, givingthem the truely gentleman's reply of, "I'm sorry, ladies, but I do not find myself worthy enough to step in your shadows much less with a dance to you. In addition, I have unfortunately (He really hated to lie like this, especially the unfortunatly part) scheduled to go with someone else, but perhaps I will see you both there." And he gave a small bow and walked away, leaving the girls completely breathless.
Mark had some time to kill at the end of the day, though he desperately wanted to get back to Capsule Corp, he figured it would be pointless going there and waiting, he might as well keep himself occupied. He went into the school weight room to do some light lifting. Inside the room, he found guys with bigger necks than legs. Big, beefy, masculine, smelly, sweaty guys filled the room with arms thicker than most bank vaults. Mark simply ignored them as he took a forty-five pound bar from a bench press rack. He found a few fifty pound plates lying around, so he piled them on each side and clipped the ends. There were five fifty pound plates on each side. Most guys laughed at him, thinking it was impossible to even think about lifting that. Mark simply picked it up with a single and, and began performing one handed curls. After ten had been acheived, he tossed it in the air and caught it with the other hand, only to do ten more repititions on that arm, all the while, making no sound or look of struggle. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Mark do this five times total.
After that, he put the plates back where he found them, and turned to face the mob of no-neckers, "How the hell did you do that?"
"How many pills do you pop every hour, man?"
"That's just wrong, man, just wrong."
Mark quickly got a hostile vibe from the mob of meat heads and decided he should leave, for their sake. He gracefully made his way to the door and exited the room.
"Yeah that's right, we know you're afra-"
A fist suddenly appeared in the body builder's gut. He reeled backwards in pain, attempting to regain his breathe and composure, both with not avail. Mark stood straight up, after leaning into the punch, and walked out of there, for good.
It was six in the afternoon when Mark finally made it back to Capsule Corp with the looming dance starting at seven and ending at eleven in the evening. Mark graced the kitchen with his presences for seconds as he walked right through, not saying anything to Gohan or Bulma as he grabbed an apple and headed to his room, you know, like every other day. But, this day seemed strangely different. Mark appeared to be the slightest bit cheerful, they figured it was because of the dance, but it just felt strange to see this mysterious person who wallowed in the darkness of his own room be some what happy.
Bulma just smiled as he walked by and nodded to herself as she took another sip of coffee.
"He has no idea." She muttered to herself.
"What?" Gohan asked.
"Oh, it's just that Mark is in for the night of his life."
"How's that?"
"Well, let's just say, I helped Leahanna pick out an outfit today."
Gohan's eyes got big and then sneered in envy. He was just realizing that the angel Leahanna was going with Mark.
The hour was soon approaching seven as Mark exited the shower, fully clothed, combed and cologned. He smiled into the mirror and he looked at himself. He had donned the infamour, skin tight muscle shirt which revealed everything it was supposed to cover. His pants were cargoes, black or course and he wore big black boots that increased his height by an inch. He knew for some reason that that night would change his life forever, but in no way did he know how...
Mark waited and waited and waited outside the school building, hidding in a shadow as he waited for the divine Leahanna to appear. He was sent ahead of her due to Bulma's orders. Gohan and Videl were already inside and it was a quarter passed seven. Finally, he saw a vehicle stop and someone get out, but what he saw took his breath away and made him quiver.
Leahanna got out of the car wearing a short black skirt with a 'V' cut shirt that drifted near, but not quite reaching her bosom as if to tease Mark. Her lips were dark and lucious and her hair bounced on her shoulders and back as light was reflected off of the shining surface. Mark looked away for a split second, considering himself not worthy of looking at such a beauty. Leahanna saw him in the shadow.
"Mar..k!" She said, nearly calling him Martek. He turned around and stepped out of the shadow to view the goddess in her glory.
"Oh. My. God." Was all he could say. They embraced each other, Leahanna easily falling into his big chest and huge arms. Mark stepped back from their hug and said to her, "Shall we?" He said drifting his hand towards the entrance.
"We shall." She said taking hold of his hand.
The beat was pulsing through every living being as the mob seemed to be manipulated into insidious jumping, taking in every word of the screaming lyrics and bending to the its will. Behind the sound was the god of this fiasco, playing the will of the horde and amplifying the sound by the use of giant black boxes that had the force to crush a rib cage if anyone got too close. He felt the pounding of the reverberating sound, the rushing of adrenaline and hormones, and a female body against his. A mixture of sweat and perfume collided from every direction, placing everyone into a state of ecstasy, and for four hours, he was free. Nothing could hold anyone back because it was a Friday night, and as if there was a full moon, teenagers everywhere under went a stunning transformation. The girls you thought you knew surprise you yet again, cutting the skirts shorter and the shirts higher. The guys you thought were your friends turn against you, as if to claim their territory through a spectacle of testosterone. A slow dance song raced through the air and people quickly were paired up, Mark had nothing to worry about, the angel was in his arms before th song began. Everyone swayed to the slow, romantic words. Mark held Leahanna close to him, never wanting to let go. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, just knowing that she had finally found him. A foreign feling drifted into Mark, peace. Mark after days had found a sense of peace, though somehow, he knew he had felt it before...
"He'll do. Yes, he has a past with Mark, he and his friends, and him for the actual sparring, yes, everything is set now. Six people infused with dark energies should take down the Legend, then I'll destroy that worthles planet, and rule eternally." Learisto plotted as he picked people to possess. He smiled to himself, knowing he would succeed.
"Umkay, jus don go too *gulp* fa." Gohan said inbetween bites.
Mark gave a small smirk and walked away.
The halls were filled with posters that day. Apparently, there was a dance this Friday. It was a Tuesday so he had a while to go, but, 'Hell, why not. I'll ask Leahanna to go.' He told himself. He smiled to himself at his bravery. To even imagine that angelic being going with HIM to a dance was unthinkable. He was practically a weed to the gorgeous rose. Granted, he was built, but beauty is something reserved for a select few, and she had lots of it. He saw the way Gohan and Goku were drooling over her when she first arrived.
'I'll turn'em green with envy.' His mind said. He could not get over how familiar she looked. It was as if he had lived with her or something.
'Maybe in another life.' His mind told him.
He sighed and smiled as he continued down the hallway, picking up a poster that fell and putting it into his pocket
The rest of the week was nothing but a blur. He kept constantly isolated from everyone, staying in his room with the shades down when he was at Capsule Corp. The only time of day you could catch a glimpse of him, besides at school, was at sunset. Then, he emerged from his the abyssmal darkness of his cryptic room and revelled in the last moments of the ending light, gorging and absorbing its beauty. It was during this time when Leahanna watched him from her room. She would peer through her window to see him valiantly standing in the diminishing sunlight, eyes slightly squinted and more so with the occassional wind. His outfit was still a black one, but with a buttoned down shirt this time. She would gaze into his dark, occult eyes in utter amazement, while he stood like a shaman, not moving at all. He would set his hands on the railing and watch the sun until you could see no more, and sometimes, beyond that. Thursday, he waited until the night was pitch before considering if he should enter the darkness of his room. It was late May during this time, so the nights were filled with the warmth of the day. Mark stilled donned his black pants, boots and shirt, while others were sweating out of their minds with shorts on.
It was that Thursday night that Mark decided to ask Leahanna to the dance. He pulled the poster out from his pocket, read it over for the millionth time, then looked to the sky, as if for divine inspiration. It would have appeared he got what he wanted as he exited the warm night to feel the air conditioned room.
Leahanna watched as the darkness absorbed him like every other day, but now, he seemed strangely resolute in something. She saw the paper in his hand, but knew not what it was.
There was a loud knock at the door. Leahanna jumped, startled at the sudden noise.
"Come in." She managed to say after quickly recovering from the shock.
Mark stepped in, hands behind his back and eyes looking directly into Leahanna's.
"Leahanna..." He said with the intent of asking a question.
"Yes?"
"There's, uhh... this, thing on Friday, it's uhh.. actually a, umm.. dance, sorta, thing, and well, I'm not doing anything, and I was kinda hoping you weren't so that we could, umm, maybe... go?" He said very nervously.
Leahanna's face brightened with a heavenly smile and said, "Sure, sure it'll be fun." She got up and gave Mark a big hug and a... kiss on the cheek. A memory hit Mark, the valley, the girl, the kiss, it made Mark twitch while still in their embrace, thus causing it to break.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
"Uhh, yeah, I'll be fine." He said while looking at the floor. He handed her the poster and before he left, he turned to her and asked, "Leahanna, does... no, no nevermind." He said as he walked out the door.
She looked it over and found it was a typical poster meant to attract adolescents. She had seen such things on other planets before coming here and as well at Pugnaturus for the annual dance. You would not believe how many Saiya-Jins she turned down in one day. It was like all of the Saiya-Jin from year thirteen through twenty wanted to go with her, but none recieved such a pleasure. She looked it over to make sure she would not infringe on the dresscode, she had heard how Mark got busted on the first day, also if there would be a fee.
When she finished taking note of everything necessary, she placed it on her desk and exited the room, she needed to talk with Bulma.
"So, I'll control some of the people there to see if he remembers anything, and if he does, I'll just have use them to beat the living crap out of him." Learisto gave a morbid smile as he gazed into his orb, watching Martek's every move, waiting for him to slip up...
Leahanna knocked on the door to Bulma's office. When no answer came, she turned the knob slightly to find the room was dark and empty.
'Where the bloody hell could she be?' She asked herself. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to sense where her energy pattern would be.
She found it, outside, with another energy pattern very close... very, very close. It was Vegeta's sign, he and Bulma were... preoccupied at the moment. Leahanna shuddered to think about what they were doing, and decided she could look for her at a more convenient time.
She returned to her room to think about what to wear tomorrow. She did not have very much at all, simply because she was not planning on going to a dance while trying to find Martek. She'll have to ask someone for a skirt or something, a girl wearing baggy pants, she guessed, was not the most stylish of things to wear. She would have to find something mildly attractive before seven in the evening tomorrow. She had a good feeling that Mark would remember.
The school day crawled slower than a slug on ice. Mark practically slept in his classes, getting caught once but ending up teaching the teacher something. All day long, the school was humming with the coming dance. Posters and drinks were being set up along with speakers taller than Mark. Gohan got asked by someone named Videl to go, but Mark did not see her, Gohan told him later. Mark himself was asked by two girls, both of which were ugly, green witches compared to Leahanna. mark dismissed them gently, givingthem the truely gentleman's reply of, "I'm sorry, ladies, but I do not find myself worthy enough to step in your shadows much less with a dance to you. In addition, I have unfortunately (He really hated to lie like this, especially the unfortunatly part) scheduled to go with someone else, but perhaps I will see you both there." And he gave a small bow and walked away, leaving the girls completely breathless.
Mark had some time to kill at the end of the day, though he desperately wanted to get back to Capsule Corp, he figured it would be pointless going there and waiting, he might as well keep himself occupied. He went into the school weight room to do some light lifting. Inside the room, he found guys with bigger necks than legs. Big, beefy, masculine, smelly, sweaty guys filled the room with arms thicker than most bank vaults. Mark simply ignored them as he took a forty-five pound bar from a bench press rack. He found a few fifty pound plates lying around, so he piled them on each side and clipped the ends. There were five fifty pound plates on each side. Most guys laughed at him, thinking it was impossible to even think about lifting that. Mark simply picked it up with a single and, and began performing one handed curls. After ten had been acheived, he tossed it in the air and caught it with the other hand, only to do ten more repititions on that arm, all the while, making no sound or look of struggle. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Mark do this five times total.
After that, he put the plates back where he found them, and turned to face the mob of no-neckers, "How the hell did you do that?"
"How many pills do you pop every hour, man?"
"That's just wrong, man, just wrong."
Mark quickly got a hostile vibe from the mob of meat heads and decided he should leave, for their sake. He gracefully made his way to the door and exited the room.
"Yeah that's right, we know you're afra-"
A fist suddenly appeared in the body builder's gut. He reeled backwards in pain, attempting to regain his breathe and composure, both with not avail. Mark stood straight up, after leaning into the punch, and walked out of there, for good.
It was six in the afternoon when Mark finally made it back to Capsule Corp with the looming dance starting at seven and ending at eleven in the evening. Mark graced the kitchen with his presences for seconds as he walked right through, not saying anything to Gohan or Bulma as he grabbed an apple and headed to his room, you know, like every other day. But, this day seemed strangely different. Mark appeared to be the slightest bit cheerful, they figured it was because of the dance, but it just felt strange to see this mysterious person who wallowed in the darkness of his own room be some what happy.
Bulma just smiled as he walked by and nodded to herself as she took another sip of coffee.
"He has no idea." She muttered to herself.
"What?" Gohan asked.
"Oh, it's just that Mark is in for the night of his life."
"How's that?"
"Well, let's just say, I helped Leahanna pick out an outfit today."
Gohan's eyes got big and then sneered in envy. He was just realizing that the angel Leahanna was going with Mark.
The hour was soon approaching seven as Mark exited the shower, fully clothed, combed and cologned. He smiled into the mirror and he looked at himself. He had donned the infamour, skin tight muscle shirt which revealed everything it was supposed to cover. His pants were cargoes, black or course and he wore big black boots that increased his height by an inch. He knew for some reason that that night would change his life forever, but in no way did he know how...
Mark waited and waited and waited outside the school building, hidding in a shadow as he waited for the divine Leahanna to appear. He was sent ahead of her due to Bulma's orders. Gohan and Videl were already inside and it was a quarter passed seven. Finally, he saw a vehicle stop and someone get out, but what he saw took his breath away and made him quiver.
Leahanna got out of the car wearing a short black skirt with a 'V' cut shirt that drifted near, but not quite reaching her bosom as if to tease Mark. Her lips were dark and lucious and her hair bounced on her shoulders and back as light was reflected off of the shining surface. Mark looked away for a split second, considering himself not worthy of looking at such a beauty. Leahanna saw him in the shadow.
"Mar..k!" She said, nearly calling him Martek. He turned around and stepped out of the shadow to view the goddess in her glory.
"Oh. My. God." Was all he could say. They embraced each other, Leahanna easily falling into his big chest and huge arms. Mark stepped back from their hug and said to her, "Shall we?" He said drifting his hand towards the entrance.
"We shall." She said taking hold of his hand.
The beat was pulsing through every living being as the mob seemed to be manipulated into insidious jumping, taking in every word of the screaming lyrics and bending to the its will. Behind the sound was the god of this fiasco, playing the will of the horde and amplifying the sound by the use of giant black boxes that had the force to crush a rib cage if anyone got too close. He felt the pounding of the reverberating sound, the rushing of adrenaline and hormones, and a female body against his. A mixture of sweat and perfume collided from every direction, placing everyone into a state of ecstasy, and for four hours, he was free. Nothing could hold anyone back because it was a Friday night, and as if there was a full moon, teenagers everywhere under went a stunning transformation. The girls you thought you knew surprise you yet again, cutting the skirts shorter and the shirts higher. The guys you thought were your friends turn against you, as if to claim their territory through a spectacle of testosterone. A slow dance song raced through the air and people quickly were paired up, Mark had nothing to worry about, the angel was in his arms before th song began. Everyone swayed to the slow, romantic words. Mark held Leahanna close to him, never wanting to let go. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, just knowing that she had finally found him. A foreign feling drifted into Mark, peace. Mark after days had found a sense of peace, though somehow, he knew he had felt it before...
"He'll do. Yes, he has a past with Mark, he and his friends, and him for the actual sparring, yes, everything is set now. Six people infused with dark energies should take down the Legend, then I'll destroy that worthles planet, and rule eternally." Learisto plotted as he picked people to possess. He smiled to himself, knowing he would succeed.