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I just want to make you sweat	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ/characters or make money from this!! I wish I fucking did, that would be awsome.

Chapter List
- 1-I just want to make you sweat
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Some notes- I was listening to this song - Sweat (David remix) by Snoop dog – and yet again my imagination went wild. This is a byproduct of lack of sleep 33hours and counting…. By the way I am not putting in lyrics, so recommended way to read is some dance music, when Goku dances play the remix of everyone loves kung fu fighting, and Vegeta dances play the song by snoop dog on youtube etc. Why? Atmosphere! Muahah enjoy.

‘I just want to make you sweat’

            Another failed contest; it would seem they were doom to remain in a draw. They both locked within this power struggle, who can do earthly competitions better? It all started as rivalry of power, now such a competition is lost to Vegeta; he came to accept his status as the second strongest being in the universe after the long lasting battle against Buu. Now he bested Kakarot in the knowledge of their people and practices. He laughed as he thought how Kakarot reacted when he would walk around their home boasting of their people’s education; Kakarot would pout and sulk, until he brought up power levels.

            Vegeta raised a brow scanning the area lights flashed and swirled on the walls, an ocean of bodies moved against each other to the sound of the base filled air, and the fogged surrounding was dense. Turning his half dazed eyes to his competitor, Kakarot sported his own dazed look. He was pleased that they came to an agreement on the limit of shots they partook in.

            “Well Geta another draw, neither one of us wavered when we stood.” Goku leaned up against the bar, relaxing his head allowing it to sway to the left. The many shot’s of Rum were warming his belly. “What’s next?”

            Vegeta groaned low in his throat as a small smile crept on his lips. “I don’t know Kakarot, what do you think?” His eyes returned to the gyrating and thriving dancers. A few caught his eye.

            Goku glanced in Vegeta’s line of direction taking part watching the withering bodies. He smiled. “You know ‘Geta humans use dancing as competition, maybe we can as well? That is if you’re not too shy…” Goku couldn’t help the chuckle even if he wished to.

            Vegeta scoffed then paused. “You know what Kakarot, I think we can.” Vegeta tilted his head to his companion and smirked.

            Goku looked back to the dance floor; he wasn’t the best of dancers, but he was confidant he was better than Vegeta in the area. “So how are we going to do this?”

            Vegeta raised his bended index finger to his lip and thought. “Hmm, well I do not wish to go out there and dance at the same time, it would be difficult to judge.”

            “Okay one song me, the next you. How will we judge this?” Goku sighed.



“Simple, this would take honesty. We watch as well count how many appreciative stares we gain.” Vegeta nodded.

“Hia.” Goku stood a large grin in place he turned and gave Vegeta a simple salute as he made his way to the Dj for a special request.

Vegeta relaxed; settling in to watch his lover put on a show for him and ending their competitions. It was a fact the people of earth has never seen him move on the dance floor; only privileged to see him tap his foot and hand to a beat, he lightheartedly scoffed. He didn’t understand their dance, but this place was what he was accustomed to; it has been far too long since he let go and danced, maybe it was the rum talking.

Goku made it to the edge of the floor where Vegeta would have a perfect view of him and others around. He stretched slightly getting his muscles for their minimum workout. The beat was slow starting; much like any song of this genre. Slowly he moved outstretching his arms, and raising his knee to a perfected bended form.

Vegeta raised his brow; He wouldn’t? The set firm face Kakarot held told him that it was exactly what he believed it to be. Sure enough he started his continuous slow movements, dancing out fusion on the dance floor. Vegeta clamped his palm over his mouth doing his best not to blurt out his humor; apparently it was lost to Kakarot for he kept that same determination in his eyes and set face.

Goku pushed out his Ki; keeping the dancers from his space. He kept with the fusion dance, slow and fluent; waiting. He noticed how people started to look at him but not the stares he needed. Still he waited for the song to kick in and sure enough it had; he let out a wide grin, now that he had their attention. He jumped doing a wide and spiral roundhouse; letting the comedic song enhance his performance.

Vegeta’s hand dropped from his mouth as he watched on; clever Kakarot very clever… Vegeta growled in his throat, Kakarot wasn’t dancing, he was training with music. But he couldn’t help but to feel slightly awed that Kakarot actually had enough brain power to come up with this little compromise.

Goku heard the ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the crowd as the onlookers came closer. He wanted to pat himself for a job well done and a sly move work out to his advantage more then he believed it would. A few quick jabs and a backward flip in the air made the crowd cheered. He wouldn’t go down easy.

Vegeta had to admit his work was cut out for him, he had to top it; he wouldn’t use the same tactic Kakarot had. He waited for the music to die down and Kakarot to return with his larger then life grin.

“I don’t think you can top that Geta, how about we call it a win and end the night.” Goku wasn’t one for arrogance; but he found it hard being around Vegeta as much as he was and not pick up a few traits.

Vegeta casually turned around facing the bar and ordered a beer, waiting for a few songs to go by before he made his move.

“Well then since we agreed I won, what do we do now with our spare time?” Goku scratched his chin.

“I had agreed to no such thing Kakarot, don’t get so cocky. I am just waiting for some time to pass before I take my turn. I want the crowd to absorb you’re performance.” Vegeta clicked his tongue.

“Make’s sense.” Goku shrugged.

Vegeta nearly scoffed at the simpleminded man; not as clever as I thought. Vegeta raised a brow at Kakarot’s empty hand, and ordered another round for them both. Vegeta leaned back against the bar scanning the crowd, he kept connecting his gaze to the strictly top males smirking at their appreciative eyes on his lithe form, they would be his audience of choice; seeing as their were very few ‘bottom’ males like himself there, it also tip in his favor having unique exotic features.

Once he was certain he gained roughly sixty percent of the clubs attention; with little acknowledgement on his part, he set in his other plan; entrap their attention. He turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder showing off a hint of a smirk; he leaned his upper chest forward and pushed his hips out, showing off his curved full bottom, his leather pant hugging his skin amplifying his form. “Well Kakarot, I think I will take my turn.” Vegeta chuckled.

“Hey wait before you do, how many stares did I get?”

Vegeta grunted. “It was 32.”

Goku smugly smiled. “Just give up Geta, I got this one in the bag.”

“Don’t celebrate yet Kakarot.” Vegeta flashed a toothy smirk over his shoulder as he made his way to the Dj. The song request was an easy selection for him; he wished to hear the song that played in the far background as he and his mate ‘played’ on one of their many outings. He passed the note stating simply the song request, and a wink ensuring he didn’t have to wait for it to be played.

As he gracefully stepped down from the stage he begun to unbutton the long sleeved dress shirt; loving the extra attention from awe of his muscled tone tanned skin slowly being exposed, and lustful wanton by the other patrons. His eyes locked solely on his growling mate, he couldn’t hide his smug even if he wished to; there was his mate nearly ready to gnaw on any human if they dared touch him. It was accelerating to see his gentle mate show off his Sayian aggression towards humans; he wasn’t concern over the humans he knew Kakarot would never allow his instincts to take over. Vegeta quickly nodded to the center of the room before the last step off to silently inform his mate his destination.

Vegeta swiftly dodged the moving bodies, shrugged off hands touching him, set on his desired location. He felt the beat begin to set in; his shoulders were the first to move. He begun to slowly rotate them, keeping his arms to his side; keeping his eyes forward he reached out cupping a slender man his height forward, guiding the man with him. He could feel the young man smile in his palm. He stopped and turned to the boy smile in play, he begun to move.

Goku nudge the last out of his way before he nearly came face to face with Vegeta. Quickly he scanned the area noticing only four people was watching his mate as they dance close by, scanning above peoples head he seen the men close to the stage making their way in the crowd; no doubt hunting for his mate. He growled once again thinking about those men, Vegeta was a cheat; plain and simple. In every game they played to outdo one another Vegeta was the one looking for anything to tip the favor, but then again what else did he expect from a battle strategist? It still irked him to some degree Vegeta was his mate, he shouldn’t be out there removing his clothing and flirting with other men just to win. Vegeta was a cheat, downright.

Vegeta gave Kakarot a sideway glance and smiled showing off his canine to his mate. He was winning already; he knew it; the people were slowly moving away to watch as he moved. He looked back to his partner, the poor boy. Vegeta was nearly dancing in circles around the man, but then again Vegeta had to admit he did have special training to move every part of his body. It was a perk with having his build, he trained daily, and the biggest part of his training as a child was exactly how to use his build against opponents. Vegeta chuckled.

Nappa was his first trainer, teaching him what he taught every other Sayian in the army, never taking in consideration that he would always remain small stature. Not small as in short but body build, he wasn’t bulky and wide, he was built and lithe. It was Raditz that accepted the knowledge that he would remain small and not grow into a Sayian build as Nappa kept repeating. It wasn’t easy for Raditz to train him; it took many mishaps and practices; only when Raditz watched several professional dancers on his downtime between missions once when he had the idea. He combined dancing with fighting.

Vegeta leaned back as his shoulders kept moving; he kept popping his chest to the hard base allowing his body to flow with the beat. He lipped the words ‘I just wanna make you sweat’ licking his top lip before parting them; his sensitive ears picked up a glow lustful groan; it send a chill through him, the excitement of not knowing if it was his mate or another thrilled him. Being the smug prince he was, he chuckled.

Goku stopped counting awhile ago, no longer caring about the simple little competition they had; he was too awestruck to think much of anything else. There on the floor his body moving like smoke, his dance partner exited the scene long ago. He couldn’t help but to nearly choke as his mates hips rolled and gyrated, how his abs tensed then lack, and how his perfectly sculpted chest popped. He would have laughed before if someone told him Vegeta could dance, then he remembered something Roshi said to him about sex and dancers ‘If they can dance they are great lovers!’ Goku blushed fiercely thinking about the comment.

Vegeta turned to his dumbstruck mate and chuckled as he walked briskly over to him, snagging his front, he yanked his lug of a mate to the floor with him. It was time to remove the eyes from him and show them he intended to take this man home with him. Then a quick decision came upon him and with a devious grin he made up his mind. He yanked Kakarot to his knees, snagging a fistful of hair he pulled back exposing his mate’s neck. He moved down touching his mate’s collarbone with the tip of his tongue, with the flat of his tongue he swept up to the chin. Moving his mouth over to whisper in his ear.

“Tonight I am going to make you sweat.”

TBC….. Muahahhaa!!
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