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Another Dumb Blonde	By : MistressKassandra Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 3030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Things I'll Never Say

Warnings: Um... sexual implications and dirty dancing.

Notes: The song "Things I'll Never Say" is the © property of Avril Lavigne. I don't own the song, so don't sue! Also, you know I don't own DBZ, Akira Toriyama does. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, but the muse for this story decided to run away to Tahiti and not come back for a while.

I'm tuggin' at my hair

I'm pullin' at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows

I'm starin' at my feet

My cheeks are turnin' red

I'm searchin' for the words inside my head

And I'm feelin' nervous

Tryin' to be so perfect,

'Cause I know you're worth it

You're worth it, yeah

If I could say what I wanna say

I�d say I wanna blow you... away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezin� you too tight?

If I could see what I wanna see

I�d wanna see ya go down... on one knee

Marry me today

Guess I�m wishin� my life away

With these things I�ll never say

It don�t do me any good

It�s just a waste of time

What use is it to you

What�s on my mind?

If it ain�t comin� out

We�re not goin� anywhere

So why can�t I just tell you

That I care?

�Cause I�m feelin� nervous

Tryin� to be so perfect

�Cause I know you�re worth it

You�re worth it, yeah

(chorus)

What�s wrong

With my tongue?

These words keep slippin� away

I stutter, I stumble

Like I�ve got nothin� to say

�Cause I�m feelin� nervous

Tryin� to be so perfect

�Cause I know you�re worth it

You�re worth it, yeah

Eighteen was getting ready for her first date with Goku, and she was going absolutely insane trying to get ready for it. Her brother, Seventeen, looked at her like she'd finally lost it and the train had gone chuggin' around the bend.

She'd been trying to fix her hair for the past fifteen minutes. Seventeen had told her repeatedly that it looked fine, that the loose curls were a nice change. However, the blonde android was listening to none of it. She felt like a fool, she'd never been this way with Krillin. There was a knock on the door and she visibly jumped. This dating thing was hell on her nerves...

She quickly glanced at herself in the mirror, making a few quick adjustments to her clothes before she ran to the door and opened it. Framed in the doorway, there he was- the tall, gentle, and disarmingly handsome Goku. He gave her a smile and took her hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to it. "You look nice, Eighteen."

The android blushed, looking at her feet to avoid his gaze. "Thanks, Goku. You do, too."

He laughed softly under his breath and lifted her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Something wrong?" he asked gently.

She shook her head. "N-no, I'm fine. It's just... It's been a while since I've done this dating thing, you know?"

Goku laughed. "Tell me about it. I never really did the dating thing, just got married and tied down when I was really young." He held her hands in his and smiled. "We can take the maiden voyage on the stormy seas of dating together, okay?"

Eighteen laughed and looked up into his dark eyes, her own sparkling with nervous unshed tears. Here she was, worrying that she wasn't good enough for him, that she wasn't pretty enough, that she was too dispassionate... And Goku was making jokes for her benefit. He could tell she was unnerved by the whole thing, and he was trying to assuage her fears.

Seventeen appeared behind his sister, looking up at the tall saiyan as menacingly as he could manage. He crossed his seemingly fragile arms over his chest. There wasn't a father figure around, and he was the closest to a scary big brother Eighteen had.

Goku gave the dark haired android a grin. "Don't worry Seventeen, I'll take care of her."

"You'd damned well better. If she comes back in pieces, like she was after she left that jerk Krillin... your ass is mine, Goku." His voice was silken and smooth, yet a sinister serpentine undertone ran beneath the disarming surface.

Goku nodded. "No problem."

Eighteen turned back to her brother for a moment, standing toe to toe with him. "Seventeen... I appreciate that you care, but I'm a big girl. I don't really need you to watch out for me."

Seventeen gave his sister a kiss on the cheek and wiped away an imaginary tear. "My big sister's finally growing up!"

The blonde punched her brother's shoulder lightly and mouthed a silent "thanks" to him. She turned back to Goku. "So, where are we going?"

He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and waved to Seventeen, leaving the cabin behind. "You'll see, Eighteen." He put his arm around her waist as they took the rather long, and scenically romantic, walk into West City. They walked in silence for a few moments, Eighteen feeling content just to have his warm and comfortingly strong arm around her. He looked over at her, taking in her features with a small appreciative smile. "You look beautiful, Eighteen..." he said softly.

She felt her cheeks redden in the darkness, glad the lack of light hid it. "Th-thanks..."

Goku chuckled softly and paused to look up at the stars that glittered like levitating diamonds in the dark backdrop of the night sky. Eighteen looked with him and she smiled, amazed that such a simple thing could be so enjoyable. Krillin had been all about showing her around and wanting sex constantly. Goku didn't seem to care if they ever ended up in bed together or not, so long as he could be with her and gaze into her eyes as he held her hand.

She said his name softly and he turned to her questioningly. She gently trailed her fingertips along his jaw and leaned up to kiss him softly. He returned the gentle kiss, so sweet and innocent yet so deeply erotic and intense all at once. They broke apart, breathless. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both laughing before they headed back down their path to the city.

Within a few moments, they were within the city limits and on their way to a place of Goku's choosing. She wanted to be scared of the possibilities, and at the same time she placed all of her faith in the gentle saiyan. They stopped in front of what looked to be a teenager infested nightclub. Loud music made the pavement beneath their feet vibrate, the softest hum of the music able to be heard through the thick, and obviously nearly soundproof, walls. There was a quiet and annoying buzzing noise coming from the neon sign above the door that declared in flashing greenish-blue letters "INSAIYAN."

Eighteen couldn't resist a quiet laugh at the pun. Strangely enough, the word reminded her of Vegeta. "So, I take it you told me to wear comfortable shoes because we're going dancing tonight, eh Goku?"

He nodded, leading her past the Namekian bouncer, who didn't even give them a second look. Eighteen paused and glanced up at him, way up. "Piccolo?" she asked, positive that this was him.

He gave her a fang-filled grin. "Go on inside, you two. Enjoy yourself, Eighteen. You deserve a break."

She smiled and nodded, letting Goku lead her all the way inside. There was something she never thought she'd see- Piccolo as a bouncer to a nightclub that was full of ravers...

The flashing lights in the semi-darkness were a complete shock to the sense at first, giving Eighteen a killer headache for all of two minutes. It faded away as she became used to the pulsing music and the erratic swirls of color that seemed to bounce from the walls to the floor to the ceiling and back again. Goku held tightly to her hand and made a path through the crowd to the bar. People stayed back from the area unless they were there for a drink, allowing it to be an open space with fresh air and a sanctuary from the crushing sea of bodies.

"You want anything to drink?" he asked her, his voice barely audible over the loud music and constant chatter of the many people that nearly filled the club to the rafters.

She nodded, not wanting to overstress her voice. "Piña Colada." she said loudly enough for him to hear her.

Goku had a short conversation with the bartender, who just-so-happened to be Vegeta. Eighteen blinked and shook her head. This place was weird... It seemed to be a hangout for all of the Z crew, the warriors who had saved the planet-and the universe-on more than one occasion. Also, it seemed as if the Z groupies thought the club was an ideal hangout.

Eighteen nodded thankfully to Vegeta when he slid her drink down to her. She took a sip and smiled up at Goku, who had ordered the same thing she had. They took a few moments to savor the flavor and enjoy their drinks. Once finished, they left the empty glasses and moved through the thick, almost impassable crowd toward the DJ booth.

There was a tall girl spinning the tracks, her layered shoulder length sandy hair framing her face as she looked out over the crowd. Her bluish gray-green eyes were asparkle with excitement. She really loved her job. She felt most alive when in the club, making the people below her in the crushing crowd feel reenergized after their dull and boring days at school or the office. She had the largest collection of music of all the clubs in the city, and that-aside from the celebrities that frequented the place- was part of the reason why the house was packed every night of the week.

She liked to do a theme night now and again. It�d be advertised and announced the night before, and all the regulars would spread the word and come in appropriate costume the next night. Tonight was just a regular night where any type of music was played. Within reason, of course. No country unless it�d been remixed into a dance hit.

At that particular moment, the DJ was playing a semi-old song by The Offspring. If Eighteen remembered correctly, this particular one was �Bad Habit.� It was a little hard to get used to dancing to the furious rhythm and screaming guitars, but she picked up on it quickly.

She was dressed to kill tonight, wearing her black leather mini-skirt and black halter top as she was. A thick band of silver encircled her neck, clasped together by a delicate chain that hung down in the back. She had a piece of green and silver circuitboard attached to her left temple and a similar shape drawn high on the back of her left arm, going for the cyber-goth look.

Goku leaned in close and spoke into her ear. �You must have had some idea of where we were going. You�re definitely dressed for a club.�

Eighteen smirked and replied, �I told you that I loved to dance and Krillin�d never go clubbin� with me. I figured you�d gotten the hint.� She gave him a wink, laughing as put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him.

The DJ�s voice came on as the song ended. �Hey, all! Havin� a good time, I hope!� The sea of people roared their approval as one and she smiled brilliantly. For those of you new to the club, I�m Mistress K and this place, as I�m sure you saw when ya walked in, is the club INSAIYAN!� She waited for the cheers to subside before she went on, the crowd obviously glad of the temporary pause to breathe and cool off as much as one could when surrounded on all sides by other overheated bodies.

She became serious as she said, �There are places off the dancefloor for you to cool off. Take a drink of water and get some air, if you need it. We don�t need anybody getting overheated and passing out on us. Hate to sound like your mother, all, but if you�re so hot that the room starts spinning, it�s time for ya ta take a break.�

She adjusted her mic and went on in a cheesy announcer�s voice. �That�s it for your public service announcement from the concerned owners of INSAIYAN!� Her voice became normal again, tinged with an almost Canadian accent. �And now, to get back to the music! This next track, for those of you out there who are hardcore gamers like myself, is from the Vampire: The Masquerade soundtrack. It�s called �Prey� and it�s by the wonderfully groovetastic band Seraphim Shock!� With that, the whole of the club was filled with the orgasmic sounds of a woman moaning, a beat slowly building beneath it as her cries of pleasure reached a crescendo. After nearly a full minute of this growing beat and the ecstatic cries, the beat increased and the singing began.

Eighteen actually knew this song, and she knew it well. Krillin never had liked her odd taste in music... She put the warrior monk far from her mind as she danced with Goku. She danced as she would even if he hadn�t been there, her gyrations and all-consuming rhythm much like the movements of a well-trained and practiced stripper. She didn�t hold onto the tall saiyan, unlike the girls in other couples who clung to their men, not wanting to let them go. Her hands were curled loosely and her arms were up above her head, something she had learned for when space was tight on the floor and your arms would get crushed if they were left at your sides.

Her hips slid against his continuously, giving the saiyan �impure� thoughts, among other problems. This was their first date, for Kame�s sake! He shouldn�t even be thinking about things like that on their first date! Eighteen, as if sensing his thoughts, leaned in close to him, her movements never ceasing. Her lips were warm and moist as they touched to his ear. �I know this is only our first date, Goku, but...�

�But?�

She shook her head, suddenly seeing how horribly forward it would be of her to assume that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. �Nevermind...�

Goku shrugged and they continued to dance, occasionally having to push back against the crush of bodies around them. Eighteen reached down and put her hands over his, moving them upward to engulf her waist. He could feel the flexing of her well-toned flesh under his fingertips, the skin slick beneath his hands from the heat of their own bodies and those around them. Her skin felt like it should just after a long, hot, and steamy night filled with animalistic and passionate sex. The thought of that made his cheeks color and Eighteen looked up at him questioningly. He shook his head and gave her the Son grin. Look innocent, look innocent... he thought, hoping she�d fall for it.

She didn�t seem to, but she let it go. He was probably just having naughty thoughts, anyway. She smirked. Nice to know she wasn�t the only one who was having difficulty keeping their mind on dancing. Although sex wasn�t the most important thing in a relationship, lust often lead to love. And love could end up leading to marriage... The thought that she could actually see herself married to the man she was pressed against wasn�t nearly as frightening as she felt it should have been. Maybe it was a sign...

As she looked up into his gentle eyes, and saw his winning smile, and thought of how easily he brightened her day, she came to a realization. She loved him. Even when she was supposed to destroy him, she�d cared for him. She knew that she couldn�t tell him, however. It was far too soon. She�d end up scaring him off before they ever had a chance to explore their feelings for each other. She�d maintain her silence... for now.

The last track faded and a new one came on, �Peaches and Creme� by 112, so said Mistress K. That was it. The scent of fresh and clean sweat on the air, the sweltering heat, the pounding rhythm, the hard and powerful body she was pressed against... Eighteen couldn�t take it anymore. She threw her arms around Goku�s neck and leaned up, capturing his lips and laying claim to his tongue with her own. He returned the kiss in earnest, his arms tightening around her and his hands sliding over the leather covered curves of her tight ass.

She wanted him so badly that she could have jumped him right then and there, but she knew she shouldn�t. Hell, she shouldn�t have even kissed him like she was, allowing him to grope her as he pleased. It was only their first date! In her mind, she laughed at herself for even having that thought. This was a valuable lesson to her; starving yourself of sex only makes that energy build up and become twenty times worse than you ever thought it could be.

His hand slipped beneath her skirt, trailing up the inside of her toned and silken thighs. His fingers slowly glided across her nether lips, moving the strip of material to the side and teasingly sliding his fingers barely inside of her. She moaned against his lips, wanting badly to be totally filled by another part of him. He reluctantly brought his hand away from her wetness and pulled his lips from hers. He took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. They�d been at the club for two hours. He nodded towards the door and gave her a wink, the look in his eyes saying �I�m game if you are.�

Eighteen took the invitation and they made their painstakingly slow way out of the crowd. They started to head for the door, but Goku currently didn�t have the patience to take the lengthy walk back to the place he�d taken up as his home. He held Eighteen in his arms and pressed two fingers to his forehead, seeming to disappear by using his instant transmission technique.
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