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The energy of the room mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was intoxicating enough without the addition of the music permeating the air as countless partygoers danced their troubles away. Laughter, singing, and cheers blended in with the music, and the neon rainbow lights flashed everywhere, splashing color onto the walls, and the faces of everyone dancing. The light up floor flashed with different light patterns as platform heels and spit shine dress shoes stomped to the beat of the music. Bell bottoms, high waist pants, and skirts all swished with their respective pair of legs in time with the upbeat groove. An exaggeratedly large disco ball hung from the ceiling and reflected light on everyone.
In the middle of the room, a curvy body shook out its stress as its hands held a mic. Pouty lips belted out a hypnotic melody that kept the whole party swaying as mysterious baby blue eyes surveyed the crowd, daring them to dance until their bodies gave out. Cerulean lashes, brows, and bangs framed the pretty face, sparkling from the cosmetic glitter that had been haphazardly applied. Hot pink hot pants hugged the dangerous curves at the woman’s hips, suggestively accentuating every crevice between her thighs. Her nails were tastefully long and shaped to perfection, also hot pink. Her bright white tube top was stretched to death across her voluptuous chest, which, by the grace of Kami, was held in place by her strapless bra as she danced. The killer gold platform heels that laced up her legs made no hindrance on her movements, and showcased her pink toenails.
All the way across the club, a stern face with closed eyes remained uninterested in the scene around. A crown of flame shaped black hair flowed upwards over the set of sculpted shoulders, tense with irritation. This scene wasn’t one the man preferred, but his idiot friend insisted he partake in the Friday night ritual the rest of their friends did each week, if only once. His black button down was fitted perfectly around his marble-esque form, and his lean frame was mentally undressed by nearly every woman that passed or danced nearby. He kept his eyes closed and tried to only focus on the pleasant singing voice of whoever had the mic that night. Her voice was warm and sensual, and the way she moaned into certain words had started chipping away at his grouchy mood, melting away his stress, and loosening his tense shoulders.
It wasn’t long before he sensed the crowd moving differently, and he opened his eyes. What he saw had his heart racing. A goddess clutched the mic in her hand, singing with that sensual voice, and shaking her perfectly curved ass to the beat of the song. She had her back to him, and he made no effort not to stare. She danced around with the crowd, having not a single care, and relishing in all of the attention on her. She had full control of the room, and that now included him. Her body was fully in display, all but naked in her tight fitting clothes that looked painted on. He didn’t think his heart could beat any faster until she turned around, and her eyes locked with his. They were a piercing baby blue, glitter on her lids, and gloss like glass on her lips. She smiled at him as she sang, then pulling the mic away from her lips as she belted out a high note. The man felt the note shoot up his spine and burst with pleasure in his brain as goosebumps formed on his skin.
She stepped toward him, and was soon in front of him, singing, staring into his eyes, and grabbing the tie that hung from his neck. She pulled him closer as she sang something his brain could no longer register. She’d captivated him completely and all that existed was her and her voice; words ceased to exist, time slowed down, and everything was black except for the two of them and her voice echoing throughout his skull. And then she was walking away. No, strutting. She was putting on a show for him and expected her to watch. When she turned back to look at him, and smiled at him again, he was sure that’s what she was doing. She disappeared back into the sea of dancing people, and for the first time in his life, Vegeta’s mind was a mess.
“Yo, what the fuck are you just sitting around for?” Raditz’ voice snapped Vegeta out of his trance.
The flame haired man scowled. “Wishing I was at home doing anything else.”
“That’s funny, cause I saw tonight’s singer walk right over to you while your jaw was planted firmly on the floor. Admit it, you’re glad you came.”
“I very nearly did…” Vegeta mumbled to himself.
“What?”
“N-nothing. Fine. I'm glad you convinced me to join you tonight. Don’t get used to it, though.”
Raditz smiled. “Of course not, gods forbid you allot a day each week to let loose and stop being such a stick in the sand.”
“Watch it, asshole. I’ll have you and the rest of the team running laps until your legs give out.” Vegeta snapped.
Raditz raised his hands in mock surrender. “Haha, fine, fine. Anyway, we’re going to get some drinks at the bar, we’re parched from dancing with all the babes. Maybe you should find that absolute goddess on the mic tonight. I hear she’s a regular, but she uses a different name every time, so no one here knows her name. But hey, nothing says you can’t have fun without names.” He winked suggestively.
“Just go get your damn drinks!” Vegeta spat, fully frustrated and embarrassed now.
Raditz laughed. “Alright, we’ll be at the bar if you strike out.” He walked away and joined the several other guys from their college football team that had gone out.
Vegeta stood from his chair, and took a breath before making his way into the crowd. He could still hear her voice over the killer sound system in the club, now singing a different song.
“And baby all our dreams are coming true, and baby I can feel you feel it too, so just let me move you…”
He scanned the crowd and found a spot that seemed to have a hole in it, and when he saw cerulean hair bounce up, he knew it was hers. He quickly and smoothly weaved through the partygoers until she was in front of him, and his hand took hers, spinning her toward him until her back gently bumped against his chest. When he spun her back out, there was a mischievous smile on her face, letting him know she’d wanted him to find her. They danced together and whistles and cheers cut through the music in the air as she grinded on him. When the song finally ended, her hand that held the mic dropped down to her side and they just stared at each other.
She smelled sweet, and her hair was soft as it brushed against his cheek when she leaned her back into his chest. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around herself, and he smiled at the way she felt in his arms. It felt so right. It took all of his self control not to groan when she pressed that perfect ass into his crotch. It was soft like a pillow and he was losing his mind again, falling back into her spell. She sang another song, never losing focus on him, and moving her body with his.
When she finished the song, he parted his lips to speak, but was stopped when her finger was suddenly pressed against them. She shook her head.
No words .
He nodded in understanding, and they just continued to dance until Vegeta felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the text from Raditz.
we r leaving where r u
He suppressed a frustrated groan, and looked back up at the woman.
“I have to leave.” He yelled over the music, as he held his phone out for her. “For the love of gods, put your number in my phone.”
She flashed a dazzling smile and took his phone, quickly inputting her number. When she handed the phone back to him, she leaned in and pressed a steamy kiss to his lips before shoving him in the direction of the exit and disappearing into the crowd to dance some more.
Vegeta stumbled off the dance floor and into Raditz.
“Woah, man. You good?”
“I got her number but I have no idea what her name is. I didn’t even hear her speak.” Vegeta said, still in shock. “And then she kissed me.”
The guys all cheered in approval as they dragged him out the door and to the parking lot. “Hey man, it’s a start, right? If she gave you her number, then she definitely wants to hear from you, or at least see you again, right?” Goku asked.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Raditz clapped a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder. “Well, you’ll have all night to dream about her, and you can text her and find out who she is tomorrow.”
”Gods, I need to know.”
“Not gonna lie, Geets, it’s weird to see you interested in anyone that isn’t you.” Goku said, earning a death glare from his friend.
”Kakarot, fuck off. Obviously a woman like that couldn’t go unnoticed by me.”
”Some of the teammates thought you were either gay or just completely uninterested in anything like that.” Raditz snorted.
”You’re the only gay one here, Raditz. But even if I was gay, it’d take someone of her caliber to catch my interest. She’s not only hot as fuck, but her voice is something else, and we had a whole fucking conversation without even talking. It was so hot.” Vegeta couldn’t stop gushing about her if he wanted to, and he really sort of wanted to. Telling his teammates about a girl was something he never intended on doing, but here they were.
”Well like I said, she’s a regular. At least if she doesn’t text you, you’ll see her again and probably dance with her again. She really seemed to like you since you apparently danced with her the whole time.” Raditz shrugged. “Anyway, we have practice tomorrow morning before the big game. Get to your dorm, have wet dreams about the blue haired chick, and then be ready to kick ass at the game.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Vegeta rolled his eyes.
“You’ll see her again, dude, I guarantee it.”
“I fucking hope so.” Vegeta mumbled as he hopped into his sleek black sports car to drive back to the dorms. “I fucking hope so.” He said again, alone in his car now.