As the names were announced, Piccolo gave an evil and triumphant laugh. At last he would have his victory over the purple haired, future world dancer! This was the moment that he had been waiting for all during the last few years. Now that the judging panel was no longer biased, victory was completely in his green hands. Strolling to the dance floor with a heart full of confidence, he took his place on the empty floor and faced his enemy, folding his arms into the beginning pose for all of his dances.

"You're mine, pretty boy!" Piccolo shouted at Trunks, just before the music was about to start. The boy eyed him back with a look that said he thought otherwise.

Two Cyborgs and a Human began playing "YMCA", a disco cover that they had made huge a few years back with their first album. As Kuririn’s voice came over through the microphone, the crowd screamed encouragement to the two dancers that had just begun to move.

Piccolo began with the basic jive, his body bouncing fluidly with the music. The song was one that he was comfortable with, and he felt that he the music was running through him in a very positive way. He knew he had one move he could count on, but he'd save that for later. Right now he was still managing to hold his own against the boy. Trunks countered his Piccolo's move and added an extra spin every eighth count. Piccolo noticed the judges nodding at Trunks and smiling and knew it was time to get his groove on. Trunks had a history of winning, and if he didn’t start giving the judges a show, the pretty boy would win their votes. He swung around and dipped down almost to the floor with an original move. Trunks copied the move, adding an extra twist on it.

Piccolo scowled. He should have known Trunks would use an evil tactic like cheating. He and Trunks both stopped to do the Y-M-C-A motions, each putting an extra groove on it.

Piccolo gasped for another breath of air, he could feel his side beginning to ache. He was getting tired --- too tired. And Trunks looked as though he could keep dancing for another hour straight. There were no other options now: it was time to use his special move.

Ambling towards Trunks, he suddenly stuck his foot out and Trunks tripped right over it and fell on his face.

The crowd gasped.

Trunks didn't move.

Horrified murmurs swam through the crowd. It looked like the handsome dancer was down for good! Satisfied, Piccolo stepped back and crossed his arms, standing over him like a tall, green tower of confidence. Yes, victory was finally his. He turned and pumped his hands in the air, enthused. He barely noticed as ChiChi broke away from Gokuu’s grasp and ran to help the young dancer up.

"Trunks? Trunks can you hear me?" ChiChi asked. Holding his head up in the crook of her arm, she brushed back his lavender strands with concern.

Trunks stared at her big black eyes and felt his own his well up. His vision began to swim, and his heartbeat was slowing down to nothing. He could feel that he was dying. Life was seeping out of him slowly, leaving his gorgeous body behind. He knew that he did not have much time left here on Earth, but he was pleased with the fact that she was the last being that he would ever look upon.

"ChiChi," he croaked, his hands grasping the medallions and curly lavender hair on his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, and everyone gasped, thinking that he was a goner. Then his sky blue eyes opened once more, weakly.

“My time here is over, I....I can feel myself slipping...." He stuttered, death gripping onto him like a vise. "I.....I just wa...want you to know that.....that I....lo....love you ChiChi.....I love you."

“WHAT??!!” Gokuu yelled from the crowd. In an instant, he was standing over Trunks, glaring. In response, Trunks lay his head down on the disco floor and didn’t move.

“He’s gone.” The crowd whispered. All through the disco, the cries of young teenage girls could be heard. The beautiful, purple haired dancer was really, truly dead. Several girls simply broke down on the hard wood surface of the dance floor and sobbed, longing for the object of their obsession to come back to life.

Gokuu, on the other hand, had not even noticed that he was dead. He kicked the unresponsive body viciously in the side and screamed. “ChiChi is MY wife, Trunks! MINE! I don't want you even THINKING of her, got that?!! MY WIFE!!"

ChiChi grabbed his arm and held him back. “Gokuu! Gokuu, sweetie --- he’s dead. He’s gone.”

"Good.” Gokuu sneered, kicking Trunks again. “Stupid little punk.”

"I AM THE NUMBER ONE DISCO DANCER!!!!" Piccolo yelled.

"Not yet you aren't!" Gohan shouted. "Videl and I still have to face you!"

"Which brings us to the next competition!" The announcer spoke up, "Gohan and Videl vs. Tien and Chaotzu!"

Part 3

Disco

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