Gekido Dance - Written by Vegeta-Saiyajin-no-ouji

It was a cold, wet, Friday night as short man kicked a can down a darkened alleyway. It stank of mildew and decay, of rubbish and the smoke from the small fires the homeless people had lit. They stared at him from under their eyebrows, not wanting to anger the dark stranger. They could plainly see they stood no chance against him. He was strong. From the muscles outlined through his sopping wet tank top, it looked as though even if they did outnumber him, they wouldn’t have much of a hope. Also, the fact he had on an expression that radiated anger was enough to drive them away. His obsidian eyes glared at anything that moved, his face twised into a scowl, he wasn’t pleased.

Vegeta was a young man hoping to make his fortune in the singing/songwriting industry. He was an exceptional singer and songwriter. He just couldn’t find the courage to get up there and sing his own songs. He wanted someone to do it for him. He wanted to sit back in the dark, and watch someone else take the spotlight. Now this made everything more difficult for him. He was a very arrogant and prideful man. One side of him, the side he had never showed anyone but his real family, said to sit back and share his songs to the world through another being, while the other side, demanded that he do it himself, and he constantly told himself he was a spineless, cowardly wormbaby for not doing it. Vegeta tried his hardest to stand up and sing to an audience, but he just clammed up when he saw all those eyes watching him. Now this was odd, as he usually craved attention. How is it that he could stand up in front of an audience of hundreds, plus the televison viewers, and fight for the title of Heavyweight Kick-boxing Champion of the World, and not stand up in front of in front of a few people and sing? Perhaps it’s because he thought that a bad-arse kick-boxing champion shouldn’t be able to sing.

Vegeta had no family left. He only family he ever had were his parents and his older sister, but they had all died in a fatal car accident some time ago when he was little. He was constantly being put into different foster homes. The families never wanted to keep him for very long. Some only wanted him for the money they would receive from looking after him, but they all gave him up in the end because he was a trouble maker. He never had any real friends either. The only one that came close was a friendly, but not very bright little boy named Goku, who he met at one of his schools. But after Vegeta moved, they never saw each other again.

Vegeta sighed as he remembered these memories. Soon he heard some thumping music near the end of the long alley. He decided to check it out, it must be a club of some sort. God knows he needed a drink.

The club was obviously popular, as it had a long line of humans waiting for entrance. He was lucky. The boucer at the door had a feeling that if he didn’t let this guy in, then there would be trouble. Also, the club had a policy that any celebrity wanting to come in, had top priority over anyone else waiting at the door. The bouncer was a big kick-boxing fan and recognized Vegeta as the world heavyweight title holder, his favorite fighter. Vegeta’s alias for kick-boxing was “The Assasin.” He was renowned for beating his opponents into a bloody pulp, leaving them crying for their mummies, while being dragged out of the ring on a stretcher. Hence the name “Assasin.” Once he set his eyes on something, he would get it, no matter what. Vegeta was let into the building on the condition that the bouncer at the door would get his autograph upon his exit.

Vegeta’s dark, obsidian eyes scanned the crowded room, taking in his surroundings. There was a large stage with dark, fuchsia coloured stage curtains bound to the sides of the platform with golden painted ropes. Two thick candelabra-type posts were at the front two corners of the stage were lit, and the flames were licking up into the air, giving it a medieval look. The whole club was designed to give it a formal but gothic/medieval feel to it. It was done in all different shades of black, purple, royal blue and blood red. Just Vegeta’s type of place. There was a large bar off to the left where two female and two male employees where dancing to a song on top of the counter, giving the people a show, while the other three girls attended the bar. He saw a sign on a door to the right that read: Auditions - Well-built male needed for singing, dancing and bar work. Please line up at the door. à

Vegeta decided to have a look and see what the finer details of the job were. He was a well-built male, and he really needed a new job, because he only had fifty dollars in his pocket, and it wouldn’t last long. ‘This could be my big chance to do something with my life. I might actually get my songs to be sung by someone famous.’ As he started walking over to the door, he bumped into a small female who was carrying two glasses of beer. They spilt all over his chest and he yelled. “Hey! Watch where your…go-…ing” He slowed down his sentence as he looked up. He had ran into a beautiful, aqua-haired woman with cerulean eyes. His mouth dropped open. She was just a bit shorter than him and was probably a few years younger too. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you! I’m sorry!” She frantically tried to wipe of all the beer off of him, when she saw that he was soaking wet. But what really drew her attention was the fact she could see through his white shirt and see most of the muscles beneath it. She hadn’t even looked up at who she was talking to yet. “Wow…” The young woman breathed, as her eyes skimmed over his figure. “Yeah okay, when you’re done staring at my chest can you move out of the way? I want to see if I can get that job over there before the position closes.” The woman blushed and looked up at his face. Once she had seen who he was she gasped. “Hey you’re that “Assasin” guy from kick-boxing!” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Yeah, the name’s Vegeta.” He held out his hand. She took it in hers and they shook hands. “Hi I’m Bulma Briefs!” Vegeta’s eyes came together in a confused expression as he tried to remember where he had heard that name before. His eyes widened as he remembered. “Briefs? As in Capsule Corp. Briefs?” “Yes! Wow…I’ve always dreamed of meeting you. You’re my favorite fighter.” ‘Yeah you and a million other people.’ He chose to keep this comment to himself. “I’m sorry, but I just have to say that you are a lot cuter in person than I had ever thought possible.”

Vegeta smirked. “Sooooo…Can I get past now?” “Huh? Oh Sure! Bye!” Vegeta just lifted up his hand in a small wave as he walked past her. Bulma went back over and sat at the table with her friend ChiChi. “Man Chi…You should have seen him…He was SOOOOOO cute…” And she proceeded to tell her about what just happened.

When Vegeta got over to the door, a blonde haired lady was just about to lock the door behind her. “Stupid people. I haven’t had one person audition that could actually do the thing properly!” She grumbled to herself. “You haven’t tried me yet.” Came a voice from over her shoulder. ‘Oh no! Not another idiot.’ She turned around and saw the best built guy she had seen all day. She looked to the ceiling with a very small smile on her features and clapped her hands together in a prayer position. “Thank you God! There is hope after all! Come on in and I’ll show you what you have to do. My name is Juuachigou, but you can call me Juu.” They entered the room.

Vegeta walked out the door with a pleased smile on his face and a package under his arm. “So you got the job huh?” Vegeta turned around at the voice. It ws Bulma. “Yeah.” “Wow. You must have been amazing. Juu is really picky.” “Picky? She practically hired me on the spot once she saw I could pull of the moves. I just don’t know about these “uniforms” though.” “Can I see?” “Fine.” He pulled out a pair of tight black leather jeans with matching black leather cowboy chaps, boots and a velvetly soft black cowboy hat. “That’s one uniform. I don’t even get to wear a shirt. The other one is this…” He reached back into the bag and came out with was a long black loincloth with a thick belt and some facepaint. The loincloth was supposed to reach down at about his knees. Bulma’s face immediately paled and twisted into a mask of shock and disbelief. “OH MY GOD!!! SHE GAVE YOU THAT LOINCLOTH!!!” Bulma screamed. The music in the club suddenly screeched to a halt and stopped playing all together, and everyone turned to face them. “Why? What’s wrong with it?” “THOSE ARE THE CLOTHES OF A GEKIDO DANCER!!!!” Everyone in the room gasped and backed away, obviously scared of him for some reason.