My Past, Our Destinies

Almighty Saiyan

He wasn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he was to his thoughts.

His last ki beam touched the pod and after that was sent straight towards his direction, only to hit his right shoulder with some force. It only enraged him even more.

'That bitch! I can't eat in peace, sleep in peace and NOW I can't even train without having that wench in my head! She truly is a witch!'

Then he smirked evilly.

"I'll make that harpy have something truly useful to do."

His next blow was aimed to the controls of the GR.

"Oops."

Was the last thing the proud sayan said before going after the harpy.

xxx at one of the huge CC's rooms xxx

It was a huge room that had full length mirrors on the walls as well as a huge glass door that was totally see through; you could see perfectly fine what someone was doing inside this room.

Bulma wore tight black almost spandex-like shorts and a thin white T-shirt followed by comfy sneakers, her hair was in a tall bun in order for her bangs not to bother her during the dance practice. She had the radio loudly on with a pop song, which by the way she seemed very interested in. She truly loved dancing, it was heaven.

She swung her hips seductively at the song's beat. She wouldn't let a bone alone; she would move all of them.

Then Trunks who seemed to appear out of nowhere called out for her.

Only to be ignored.

"Miss Bulma!?", he said looking at her while she danced at the far end of the glass room.

"Bulma!? Could I talk to you a minute?"

Nothing.

It was time he went there and woke her up from her own private dance floor. He then went there and reached to touch her arm.

"What the he...", she said frowning.

"Ummh sorry, I really needed to talk to you, miss...", he blushed.

"Ahh it's you Mirai, I thought it was that bastard monkey..."

'Dad's got some pretty funny names round here...gotta admit...'

"Miraiiiii...let's dance! Forget training, becoming stronger or anything related to it...Come on!"

Maybe she wished she could direct that sentence to the other guest.

Bulma then reached for her huge sound system and turned the volume even louder.

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK-ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop,no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

She followed dancing and what seemed like trying to make Mirai keep with the rhythm. That Kesha song was way too much for poor shy Mirai.

Bulma kept sashaying her hips around Mirai, going till the floor while dancing like a professional. Inspiration had hit her that day! Not even teachers couldn't say her little own performance wasn't half as good as any teacher's.

She used Mirai almost like a pole, he was frozen. She ran her hand lightly through his well toned body all the while dancing and rubbing her body against his. Her flushed face showed she had been dancing for a while, still she wouldn't even drink water; she wanted to dance.

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now, the party don't start until I walk in