Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trials and Tribulations of Being Royalty ❯ Awakening Inner Flames ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT. I do not own any other licensed products that may appear throughout this fan fiction piece.

AN2: Forewarning to this chapter, what happens here don't flame me for! Let me have fun torturing the couples before I put them back on their tracts. Also I apologize for the shakiness of this chapter. When writing it, I had a lot of trouble taking the images from my mind and put them into words on paper. I tried to revise it and see if I could fix it. I think it is a bit better than before, but I still apologize for it. But hey, I guess this is what one gets off of three hours of sleep and spending time of a twelve page research paper. Anyway, enjoy and as always, please review!!!!

Chapter 7: Awakening Inner Flames

Music pounded throughout the club. The heavy beat could be heard from the outside, where a number of people were crowded in hopes of getting in. Bulma and company approached the entrance, ignoring the screaming onlookers, and presented the bouncer with the V.I.P passes. The large man handed them each a blue plastic bracelet with V.I.P stamped in silver. Grinning, Bulma led the way into the club.

"What the hell do I want this idiotic jewelry for, woman?" Vegeta asked as they walked down the dimly lit halls.

"Vegeta, shut up and put the damn thing on. Only people with V.I.P passes have these. It means we aren't carded for ID, we get free drinks and basically, we are treated like royalty. Now quit your damn whining."

Vegeta scowled as he put the bracelet on. Bulma smirked, satisfied that he had listened to her. As the doors at the end of the hall opened for them, the loud music assaulted their ears.

The large building had two floors, the bottom floor was the dance floor. The top held the bar and seats. Railings and netting surrounded the large hole in the second floor's floor that allowed everyone to see the dance floor. Red lights pulsated with the beat of the music.

Immediately, the couples of the group headed down the stairs to the crowded dance floor. Vegeta and Goku headed to the bar, eager to see if what Bulma had said was true. Being Saiyans, they had to ability to drink over four times the amount of alcohol humans could without being effected. After getting their drinks, they stood by the railing, scanning the crowds of dancers, easily spotting their friends off to side of the crowd. Many dancers' attention was captured by someone or something in the center of the floor. Goku's grin enlarged and Vegeta's smirk deepened when they were able to see who it was.

There in the center of the dance floor was a raven haired beauty moving seductively and perfectly with the beat. Her hips swayed in perfect time as did the rest of her body. Her body molded perfectly to her dance partner, giving an illusion of sex. Hell, to everyone watching, the dancing girl was the embodiment of sex. As the song ended, she backed off from her partner and headed up the stairs, crowds parting before her.

Moving up the stairs, the music began again, causing her to do light swaying in time with the music as she headed to the bar. Taking her drink to the balcony, the two Saiyans' doubts were taken away and their suspicions confirmed. A panting Chi-Chi stood not even two feet from the warriors.

Goku could only stare at her as she slowly took sips of her drink, the rising and falling of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath had lulled him into a trance-like state. Vegeta, on the other hand, merely smirked at the girl before making his way over to her. After watching her earlier displays in the cafeteria that day, he wondered just how she would react. He did so enjoy a good fight, whether it was physically, mentally or verbally. She could definitely provide each of those. (AN: Plus we have to add in the fact that he is a straight up asshole. lol) Glancing back at his companion, he couldn't help but be disgusted. He didn't even have the balls to approach her like a Saiyan should. Saiyans always go for what they want, ruthlessly.

His direction was interrupted by the sudden change in song. From the heavier dancing songs, it changed to "I'm a Slave for You" by Brittany Spears. Vegeta couldn't help but be disgusted due to his dislike of pop. (AN: No offense to those out there who do. The song just happens to fit the beat I want you guys to think of when this happens.) Turning his attention back to the hellcat he had been approaching, he found that she had disappeared. Knowing his companion couldn't help but keep his eyes off the girl, he simply followed Kakkarrotto's gaze to a site that had him searching for a seat and his potent drink.

Once again at the center of the dance floor, everyone had formed a circle in order to watch the current dancer. Once again capturing the crowd's attention was Chi-Chi. This time, however, she had every male's eyes on her as she danced perfectly to the song. Her hips swayed deliciously to the beat as she made a number of suggestive gestures. Dancing alone, the girl provocatively danced, daring the men of the club to take action.

Every man in the club couldn't help but lick their lips at the sight of the raven haired beauty dancing so well that she truly looked like sex on the floor. Her skin glistened with sweat and radiated heat. Not one male could keep their eyes off her swaying form. The male members of `the group' were no exception. Yamcha, Juunana, and Krillin couldn't help but gawk at the site. Goku and Vegeta were not much better. They were, to put it as an understatement, shocked to see their high school cold hearted bitch turned into a sex kitten on the dance floor.

As soon as the song ended, the spell she had cast on her audience disappeared. Women began to get the attention of their dates back after a good slap or two to the head. Drool was wiped from other men's mouths.

Chuckling at the sight of the spellbound men, Chi-Chi headed back to the bar. Having heard the song, she had known she had to dance. Dance lessons with the most prestigious and hottest choreographers had her knowing the stars moves. She had to laugh at the men as she made her way upstairs. All of them were casting lust filled stares toward her. Suddenly she felt her skin crawl, causing her to shiver, as an oddly family glare was cast upon her.

Looking toward the area from which this expression had come from, she met a pair of hardened black orbs. Realizing who it was, she rolled her eyes, shot her middle finger up towards him, and headed to the bar. Standing at the railing, she glanced up to see two of her fellow high school students looking at her. Approaching them, she noticed one was the boy who had approached her during lunch on her first day. The other was the asshole she had run into in the office on her first day and had continued with his merciless glares.

Sauntering over to them, she met Vegeta's hard glare with her own. "See something you like, monkey?" she snidely asked.

"As long as you aren't in my sight, I can find many things I like." he retorted.

"Yeah, especially all those nice firm male asses you enjoy so much," she snidely replied disappearing into the crowd before he could retort.

Everyone regrouped in one of the dim booths in the corner of the second floor. Each member of the group were drinking up, especially Vegeta. Mentally, he was berating himself for being unable to comeback at the girl. His thoughts were interrupted by the newest topic of discussion.

"But damn, I thought that girl was a tight ass bitch. Did you guys see the Princess dancing out there?" Yamcha's comments were abruptly ended when Maron hit him upside the head, yelling at him about paying attention to her rather than a common whore.

The males all shook there head in agreement. Each and every one of them had been turned on by the girls shocking display of dancing talent. Somehow, the she was able to transform lewd dancing into an indescribable dance of liquid emotion, making almost every male in the vicinity inexplicably aroused.

The girls merely growled their displeasure until they were comforted by their boyfriends. Each one of them were thinking the same thing along the lines of `that slut.'

The group spent the rest of the night alternating hours on the dance floor and relaxing upstairs, only running into Chi-Chi a few times. After a few hours, they decided that they would leave at about two am. This only left them half an hour to enjoy themselves.

Chi-Chi had decided not to put on another display like the one she did earlier. Too much of that and she would have to defend herself. Unwanted attention, well, maybe not unwanted, tended to bring unwanted reactions. She definitely wanted to avoid that. Her dancing was still as smooth and sexy as ever though. Knowing that she should head home soon to relieve the guards and get some semblance of sleep before the banquet, Chi-Chi prepared to leave the club.

Bidding the bartender goodnight, she headed for the main exit. This was stopped as soon as a strong hand firmly grasped her arm. Turning around ready to launch an attack, she saw that it was the prick from school. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she asked, too exhausted from hours of dancing and such to come up with much of a comment.

Instead of answering her, he pulled her onto the dance floor and pressed his hips to hers seductively. Unknown to Vegeta, he had gathered his friends attention. "Dance." he commanded in a sultry voice as he began to move his hips in time with hers.

Placing her arms around his neck, she began to sway to the beat. The two began to dance slowly and sexily, their eyes never straying from the others. Locked in each other's gaze, the two's dance had a number of people staring yet again. Their hips moved in perfect rhythm with the music as will with each other's pelvis. His strong grip on her waist held her tightly against his body. Rubbing against each other, their dance became one of fiery passion, truly displaying the inferno of emotions. Moving smoothly together, they danced perfectly, their gaze never diverted from the other's obsidian eyes. The spell that was over the two of them slowly faded as the song ended.

Being the first one to break the spell, Chi-Chi snapped to attention. Pushing him away from her, Chi-Chi tossed him a look that he couldn't quite understand. It wasn't the usual cold glare or the dark looks he was used to. It was something that he couldn't place. Tossing the comment "not bad screw boy" over her shoulder to him, she sauntered out of the hot club to the cool night, leaving Vegeta sanding there in a daze.

Stepping outside the door, Chi-Chi leaned against the building to catch her breath. `What the hell was that?'

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How bad was it? Please don't flame me about the Vegeta and Chi-Chi dance thing. I promise all of you; it is not a fic about them getting together. Next chapter will provide all of you with some explanations and revelations. It might be two chapters long. All depends on how much I want to reveal. As always, review! Or email. Both make me happy. Thanks!

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