Now that all of the competitors had a chance to fight, they held a brief intermission before the second round of the tournament was to begin. The remaining participants would compete against one another until the first place trophy was given at the end of the day. Because the intermission was quite a long one and the group had a lot of time before they were to begin dancing again, Bulma, Videl and ChiChi headed to the bathroom to spruce up their appearances. Bulma was no longer competing of course, because of her and Vejiita’s forfeit, but she followed the women anyway, just for some female company. More often than not, she complained about her pathetic excuse for a husband and asked for some womanly sympathy, but at the moment, she was too annoyed with him to do anything of the sort. She didn’t even want to discuss the man.
Bulma sat down on the counter and watched her friends in the mirror. "I don't understand why you guys are so hung up on your looks. I mean, vanity is so unattractive. Besides, you guys are pretty enough already."
ChiChi smiled warmly, brushing her long black hair. "Thank you Bulma, you've always cared so little about how you look, I really admire that in you." She glanced sideways at their other companion, who was applying powder to her face. "And what a nice thing to say to Videl. I don't think anyone should be ridiculed just because they are as ugly as her."
Videl gasped and paused in mid stroke, her eyes full of fury. "You should talk ChiChi! When I first met you I thought you should be out in the field eating grass and giving milk! It's much more suiting!"
"Are you calling me a cow?!" ChiChi exclaimed, putting down her hairbrush. Bulma knew that the two had an ongoing rivalry, and it looked as though things were just about to get interesting. For a long time now, ChiChi had been complaining about the girl and naming off all of the torturous things that she would like to do to her. It looked like she just might get the chance to follow through on those dreams now.
"Yeah, maybe I am calling you fat!" Videl challenged, and she threw her compact across the bathroom. It smashed against one of the bathroom stalls and broke into pieces, powder flying everywhere. "Ever since I met Gohan, all you've done is tried to stuff food in my mouth so I'd be as fat as you! You are the fattest woman I've ever met!"
"And you're ugly. But at least I can diet!" ChiChi said with a smirk.
"You wanna GO ChiChi?! HUH?!" Videl screamed.
Without warning, she reached up and grabbed hold of ChiChi's hair, pulling as hard she could. ChiChi reached one hand up and began clawing at the younger girls arm, all the while nailing her in the gut with her other hand. She pulled all of her energy together and gave one strong punch that knocked the wind out of Videl and sent her sailing across the bathroom floor. Following her relentlessly, ChiChi descended and kicked her swiftly in the side.
"Bitch! I didn’t like you from the start!" Videl yelled. She stumbled to her feet and came after ChiChi again with her hands outstretched like claws. Her attack was easily evaded, and in return, ChiChi proceeded to give her a nice, quick uppercut. Videl slumped to the floor.
"Yeah baby!!" ChiChi cried and she posed for herself in the bathroom mirror. "I am all THAT!"
Bulma hopped off the counter and applauded, looking down at Videl’s body. "Pretty impressive. Gokuu could stand to learn a few moves from you."
They chatted for a few more minutes as ChiChi redid her hair, then exited the bathroom, laughing over something they had seen on television earlier that week. The two of them shortly found Gokuu and Gohan waiting for them outside of the bathroom. Gohan craned his neck, looking back behind them for his girlfriend.
"Where's Videl?" Gohan asked.
"ChiChi killed her." Bulma stated simply, then walked off to find Yamucha.
"But....but....Now I don't have a dance partner!"
"DUE TO THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF VIDEL SATAN, SON GOKU AND CHICHI WILL BE FACING PICCOLO!!"
Piccolo cursed when he heard the announcer on the loudspeaker. Watching in the audience, he had seen Gokuu and ChiChi's moves, and they worried him. Being a solo dancer with smooth moves was one thing, but when faced with a dynamic couple such as them, he wasn’t sure he could hold his own. It was well known that the judges favored couples in events such as these, and unfortunately for him, Gokuu and ChiChi were the best dancers around. He was hoping Gohan and Videl would pull through with some kind of trick and defeat them --- that way he wouldn’t have to compete against the Son couple.
Distracted, he waved to the girls over at the next table and they giggled flirtatiously. Sure, he was a great ladies man and probably every woman in the disco wanted him, but he wanted something more. He wanted commitment. A nice, hot, fun woman that belonged to him and only him. It was really too bad that Videl died. She was pretty hot. Her and that Lunch chick were both pretty hot. But he remembered Tien and Chaotzu’s horrible death by tap shoes and decided he would be better off with someone more dependable. Someone care free and fun.
Someone like....ChiChi.
He flipped up the lapels of his leisure suit and straightened out his bell-bottoms, shaking his legs. And now that Mirai Trunks was out of the way, he was a prime candidate for Gokuu’s replacement. No woman had ever resisted him before and ChiChi would be no exception. Only one thing stood in his way.
Gokuu.
He faced the couple on the dance floor tensely, and waited for the music as he stared at them. A breeze blew through the disco, moving through Gokuu’s hair and wiggling Piccolo’s antennae. All was quiet as the two of three of them stared at each other, the tension building as they waited. Finally, Two Cyborgs and A Human struck up a new tune: “Macho Man”.
Piccolo began to groove immediately, feeling the music through and through. His green limbs were like rubber, bendable and waving, smooth and beautiful. He knew that he was doing well already, but he could also tell that the eyes of the judges were not on him.
Gokuu and ChiChi began a routine similar to what they had performed when facing off with Bulma and Vejiita. Like the other routine, it was obviously well rehearsed, but this one was even more polished --- if that were possible. And as an added bonus, ChiChi was really shaking it, and her curves were looking more and more appealing with every move. Together with the skimpy outfit that she wore, it made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. The judges seemed to be completely mesmerized by the couple’s dancing. They weren't even paying attention to Piccolo's dancing.
But Piccolo wasn't dancing anymore. He was mesmerized too.
A sideways grin appeared on his face as he intently watched ChiChi sway back in forth. He raised an eyebrow, watching her bend down to the floor and stick her back end up, trying to get a glance of whatever lay beneath that skirt. Suddenly, Gokuu looked up and noticed the expression on Piccolo's face. He slowly looked from Piccolo to ChiChi, then back at Piccolo. His eyes narrowed.
"Are you looking at my woman, Piccolo?" Gokuu shouted and his dancing ceased immediately.
The music came to a halt. Two Cyborgs and a Human stared down at the dance floor in obvious horror. People started backing up from the dance floor, well aware of Gokuu and his temper. Gokuu had just caught a man staring at his wife. Flat out, plain as day caught him trying to look under her skirt. And he was definitely not happy about the situation. The dancer was simply seething, staring at the Namek with eyes nearly gone red.
Piccolo opened his mouth, then closed it. He couldn’t really think of anything appropriate to say the moment.
"I said, ARE YOU LOOKING AT MY WOMAN?" Gokuu repeated, angrier than before.
Several bystanders rushed out the disco doors.
"I....I....I was just......" Piccolo stammered.
"NO ONE LOOKS AT MY WOMAN!!!" Gokuu roared and charged at a very unprepared Piccolo. “Kaio....GO-GO!!"
Bursts of light surrounded him as he did the familiar leg hopping motions, hitting Piccolo with full force. With the barrage of leg attacks, Piccolo had no possible way of defending himself; he merely had to take the hits, and powerful hits they were. As Gokuu’s power increased, Piccolo was knocked clear off his feet by the fierce leg movements. He fell haphazardly on top of ChiChi knocking her over as well.
"Pervert!” The woman screamed, and she desperately struggled to move him off of her, but his body was too heavy. "GOKUU!"
This could end up very badly. Piccolo thought to himself as he stumbled to his feet, already broken and bleeding. If only he had known what a mess this would turn out to be, he would have never looked at ChiChi. He would never have even thought about it. She was a pretty woman, but she wasn’t worth dying over. Unfortunately, he didn’t think that Gokuu would feel that way. For some reason, he just knew that he was going to die tonight. Wearily, he turned to face his adversary, turned to face his death.
Instead of seeing Gokuu’s familiar face, however, he found himself staring into a pair of unfamiliar green eyes. A blaze of golden hair was on this stranger's head, and a large golden aura was surrounding him.
"Uh.....ah....ehhhh....uh....." Piccolo stammered. He was astounded. He was amazed. It couldn’t be. It absolutely couldn’t be!
"ChiChi is MY wife, Piccolo! MY WIFE!!!!!!" The stranger screamed.
"Go...Gokuu?" Piccolo asked, still completely dumfounded. It was true. Gokuu had turned Super Dancer!
Thousands of years ago on planet Vejiita, a race called the Saiya-jin lived. The Saiya-jins were basically simple, peaceful people who lived for nothing but the art of the dance. They would travel endlessly to other planets, teaching dance wherever they went and learning new and exciting steps. They were considered the best dancers in the universe, dancers capable of amazing, unbelievable moves. And every thousand years or so, a Super Dancer would evolve. At first, they were just called 'Super Saiya-jin', but the name quickly lost emphasis and they were eventually called, 'Super Dancers'. These 'Super Dancers' could dance beyond the normal talent of any other. Their dancing abilities were unmatchable --- unreachable. Piccolo would never have guessed that Gokuu could become one of these Super Dancers. It was uncanny.
"Gokuu....I was just kidding. Honestly." Piccolo said, trying to calm him down. Facing off against a Super Dancer, he simply did not have a chance. There was nothing he could do except try to reason him.
"Kill him Gokuu! Kill that awful pervert!" ChiChi screeched from behind him.
Gokuu nodded at her request, and raised his hands to complete the action, but at that moment, Kamesennin --- the voice of reason, came up from behind Gokuu and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Gokuu,” He began. “As your sensei, I feel it is my duty to tell you that I am proud of you becoming Super Dancer, but this isn't the time or the place to use your new ability."
The Turtle Master gestured at ChiChi with his cane. "She is just a woman Gokuu. And not a real good looking one either, it's no reason to kill someone."
Gokuu turned and faced Kamesennin. "Are you calling my wife ugly?"
ChiChi burst into tears, wailing as she tugged at Gokuu’s shirt. "First Videl calls me a cow, then HE," she pointed at the old man. "Calls me ugly...."
Gokuu immediately vaporized Kamesennin with a mere flick of the wrist. Piccolo gaped at the sight. Gokuu could kill him in an instant! There was no chance for him now! There was no way that he would be able to escape the evil of Gokuu’s clutches!
Except….
What about the move he pulled on Trunks?! Perhaps it was not too late! Without a second thought, Piccolo stuck out his foot, tripping Gokuu.
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