Strange Happenings At Midnight Carnage

Strange Happenings At Midnight Carnage
Chapter 1
by Fair Drea

Drea turned over in her large bed and pushed at the slumbering body of her best friend. The T.V. was still on, some old movie playing in the 36-inch screen. "Jen hun, we have to go. We have a meeting to get to in two hours." She said softly, pushing lightly at the shoulder of the raven-haired beauty. "Jeeennnn!!" She sang, pushing her a little harder.

Jen mumbled and turned over. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy green eyes staring up at the ceiling. "Whas the time?" she muttered, pushing her hair out of her face.

Drea looked over to the bedside clock, smirking. "It's 11:05. You crashed here again." She said.

Jen smiled. "You're bed's so much more comfy than mine."

"Yeah, down comforters will do that."

Drea, pulling her long blonde hair behind her flipped over and peered through the drapes to determine by the looks of the weather what to wear. Her gray-blue eyes stared out upon a vast horizon of thunderclouds. Lightning lit the afternoon sky and her shoulders slumped. "Sucky deal. It's raining." She said, flopping back down on the bed.

Jen elbowed her, drawing forth a pained squeak from the blond's full lips. "It's just a little rain. We can walk and work off all that pizza we ate last night." She said, laughing at Drea's disgusted look.

"Ugh.walking." the blond mumbled, putting a pillow over her face.

Jen jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "Come on Drea! It's just a few blocks!" she called over her shoulder, closing the bathroom door on her friend's protests. She showered quickly, drying her shoulder length raven hair and smiling as the dark purple highlights shone brightly. She ran to her room, noting with a satisfied nod that Drea's door was closed. Hopefully her friend would be done in record time.under two hours.

She searched through her closet and settled for a short black skirt that shimmered in the right lighting and a dark purple top cut low in a scooping V that showed off her generous cleavage. Pulling on a pair of deep purple fishnet stockings, she went to the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Her beautiful green eyes stared back at her. Perfect! She looked meeting ready in her opinion. She brushed out her black and wine colored hair, put on a bit of make up, making sure to not over do it, winked at herself and was out the door. Drea's was, unfortunately, still closed and muffled thumps were coming from inside.

Jen dared to nock and was greeted with a very unfeminine curse and another loud thump. "Are you okay in there?!" She asked, laughing.

"Fine.fine.just trying to find the perfect outfit. I'm not sure what to do though!! Come in here!" her friend cried frantically.

Jen opened the door and immediately stepped into a pile of discarded clothing. "I'm taking it these didn't work." She muttered. She looked up and smiled at her friend who stood in the middle of the room wearing a light gray skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees and had small slits cut up each side. The top she chose to wear was a rich light blue color that brought out her eyes. It had one strap holding it up, leaving her other shoulder bare.

"Drea hun, you look hot! Really. Wear what you're wearing and let's go." Jen said, pulling at her friend hand.

"Shoes! I need shoes!!" She cried, rushing back to her closet and pulling out a pair of low healed sandals. She slid them on and smiled brightly. "There! Now we can go."

Jen rolled her eyes and left the room, Drea following behind her. They got all the lights off and grabbed the apartment keys, locked the door behind them after grabbing an umbrella and walked down the stairs and out the door into the rain. Thunder rolled as the two walked briskly down the block huddling under the umbrella. They made it the two blocks to the corporate office where they would be discussing the terms of making a major renovation on their nightclub. Proud owners of the top nightclub in town, Midnight Carnage, they were looking forward to making a huge addition to the club including a new sound and lighting system. Today was the day they made their pitch and waited with crossed fingers to see if the big guys would grant them permission.

Drea opened the door for Jen and they walked in, feral grins crossing their faces. They were winners. They knew the whole thing was in the bag. It was just a matter of time because there was no way a board of 5 men and one woman could turn them down. They walked into the elevator and Drea reached over, pressing the button for the 25th floor.

"Exciting, huh?" She asked Jen, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

The raven-haired beauty laughed. "Look at you! You're just crazy with all this, aren't you?"

"Why not be? You know we're going to get it." Drea said, watching the green light move up with every floor the ascended.

They made it to the 20th floor when all of a sudden the elevator came to a screeching halt and made a terrible metallic grinding noise. Drea's gray- blue eyes went wide and her hand clutched Jen's arm painfully. "What the hell was that?" she asked in a quite voice.

Jen looked around the elevator for some unknown reason. It seamed to be the thing people did in situations like this. "Probably just the power shorting out or something." She said softly, trying not to freak her friend out. Drea never did have a level head when things got bad. Her overactive imagination would always get the best of her and she would end up thinking of the worst things. Jen had to be the stable one in their relationship. "Just calm down Drea. It's probably nothing."

Something above them snapped the elevator lurched dangerously.

"Probably nothing, huh?" Drea said cynically.

Silence hung in the air, whispers of a death omen chilling the small compartment. There was another snap and the elevator went into a freefall, carrying its occupants with it. The girls screamed in terror, holding each other and praying forcefully for a miracle. The elevator gained speed and the girls began to sob hysterically. Why them? Why now? Just when they were about to get their big break! It wasn't fair.

Someone heard their prayer though. The keeper of time smiled down at the building, tucking her long emerald hair behind her ear. "You were never meant for this world anyway. Your lives shall begin anew." She vowed with a wave of her staff. A vast portal, shining in lively purples and electrifying blues opened up below the elevator and swallowed the girls who had begun to think they would never survive. "How very wrong you were." Pluto said, turning her back on the scene once she knew the girls were safe in their new dimension.

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Consciousness. Drea reached for it and her eyes fluttered open. Where were they? She moved her head to the side ignoring the grogginess and she saw Jen slowly moving. Were they dead? No, they couldn't be. Death wouldn't hurt this much. Her entire body felt like it was covered in one big bruise and the pain coming from her back was almost unbearable. She groaned in pain, pushing herself up to her knees and resting her pounding head on the dry turf. "Jen?" she called out weakly. "Are you okay?"

Rustling noises came from beside her. She looked over to where Jen kneeled with her head buried in her hands. Drea pushed herself the rest of the way up and tried to keep her legs from shaking beneath her. It was no use. She finally gave up and leaned back against the tree behind her. "Jen?"

Pushing her hair out of her face, Jen lifted her head. "Yeah Drea. I'm fine. You?"

"A little shaken up and bruised.but nothing too major." Her stormy blue eyes took in their surroundings. They were in a forest in what seamed to be a clearing, but she could make out the tops of tall buildings through the trees. Pain shot up her back so excruciating that it brought her back down to her knees. "OW! Shit." she gasped.

Jen crawled over to her friend, ignoring the harsh ache that started at her shoulders and went straight down her spine. "Drea." she placed a comforting hand on the blonds trembling shoulder. Her friend put her head in her lap and started to cry. Jen stroked her silvery hair and murmured comforting words.

"We're not dead." Drea whispered brokenly. "We should be.but we're not. Too much pain to be dead. Too much pain."

"It's okay Drea. We'll figure out where we are. Trust me, okay?"

Drea nodded and Jen's full lips tilted up in a smile but quickly disappeared hen she noticed something alarmingly new about her friend. "Drea.you.you've got a tail."

"WHAT?!" Drea jerked up and looked behind her. Sure enough, flicking around like it had a life of it's own was a snowy white tail with glossy silver flecks. Shock didn't even begin to describe what she felt. Drea turned to Jen and gasped, pointing to the ground beside Jen. "You have one too!!"

Jen yanked her head around and her vibrant green eyes widened as she stared at the black tail flecked with deep violet protruding from her back. Taking a deep breath Jen tried to think. But the same question kept repeating itself over and over again in her head. Where the hell were they?

"Okay.here's what we're going to do." Drea muttered, rubbing her temples methodically. "We're going to go into that town over there, find out where we are. If we're stuck I've got enough money to get us a hotel room and last us three days. We'll stop by a bank and start up a temporary savings account just to be on the safe side. Then, once we have the hotel room, we'll go from there."

Once finished talking, Drea looked up to see Jen staring at her with a goofy grin. "What?"

"Thought all that up just now?"

Drea shrugged and allowed a small smile to pull at the corner of her lips. "I work well under pressure." She said.

Jen chuckled softly and got to her feet. She swayed slightly but quickly regained her balance and helped Drea up. "To the city?"

"To the city."

After a cup of coffee and a quick scan of the newspaper to find out that they had absolutely no clue where they were, Drea and Jen walked to the nearest bank to start a savings account.

The man at the counter gave them a quick once over, his beady eyes landing on Drea. "May I help you?"

Drea nervously stepped forward. "I would like to set up a temporary savings account."

"Your name?"

"Drea McKenzie."

The man's fingers flew over the keyboard. He stopped, squinting slightly at the blue screen. "It says here that you already have a savings and a checking account Ms. McKenzie."

Not allowing her features to show surprise, she said, "Did I say wanted to start one? I meant I would like to know the balance.of both please."

"Let's see. In checking you have 2,589.00 and in your savings." The man's eyes grew round. "Your available balance is three hundred million dollars and.umm.25 cents."

Drea stared at the man, not actually seeing him. "Could you please excuse me for a minute?" She slowly turned and walked out of the bank with calm steps.

Jen looked from the banker to the retreating back of her friend. "I'll um.be right back." She said, turning and jogging after Drea. She caught up to her at the door and followed her out onto the sidewalk. "Drea?" she asked, waving a hand in front of her dazed friends face.

"I'm a millionaire." Drea whispered. "I am a freakin' millionaire!!" She started laughing and yelping excitedly. Jen giggled as Drea hugged her and spun her around. "Jen!" she cried, suddenly dropping the raven-haired woman. "We could check for you!"

"Oh! Good idea!"

The two women ran back inside, slowing as they approached the banker. Jen haughtily tossed her raven tresses over her shoulder. "I would also like to check my account. The name is Jen Tskino. And that's with one "n" honey." She said in a sultry voice.

The man flushed, but quickly brought up her account. It was almost exactly the same as Drea's, give or take a few dollars.

"Would you mind telling me where the last deposit came from?"

They waited for the man to search through her account. "The last direct deposit of 5,300.00 was made yesterday and from the.Midnight Carnage Nightclub."

Working diligently to keep their faces straight, they asked for a copy of each of their statements and left the bank, hardly able to contain their exhilaration.

"Okay. I don't know where the hell we are but I am REALLY starting to like it here." Jen said, wrapping her new tail around her waist as they walked down the block.

Drea looked at her friend doubtfully, also bringing her tail to curve comfortably around her waist. "I don't know Jen.the Midnight Carnage? Kind of a creepy coincidence, don't you think?"

Jen waved her hand dismissively. "One coincidence Drea..one. Besides! We're millionaires!!"

Drea laughed. Jen had a point. The WERE millionaires. It was still a little bizarre to her though. She had come into town expecting the worst, preparing herself for it. "Okay Jen. So where are we going?" she asked, shaking off the feeling of uneasiness.

Jen looked down at the statement in her hands then reached over and grabbed Drea's. "Well, we're going to the same place and it's about.three more blocks down."

"I wonder if that's where we live?" Drea questioned as they continued walking. Three blocks later they stood in front of a luxurious building. Pillars graced each side of the massive double glass doors and the words; "Estate Apartments" were painted on the glass in gold and navy.

"I hope it's where we live." Jen said in an awed voice.

They walked up the few steps and entered the building. Noting the receptionist desk off to the side they walked over and waited for the tiny brunette secretary to notice them. It didn't take long. The woman looked up and a bright smile lit her face.

"Hey! I was told to be expecting two gals looking for their keys!" She stood up and pulled open a drawer to the side of the desk. "I'm Trish, by the way."

"Drea."

"I'm Jen."

"Nice to meet ya. Here are your keys. The guys are all done up there so the place should look great."

The bubbly brunette handed them two key chains and Drea and Jen took them, casting each other curious looks before saying good-bye to Trish and walking up the stairs. It was a long climb. They had checked the keys for the apartment number and after the third floor had realized that 18-1 meant 18th floor, apartment one. The surprising thing for both of them was that they didn't even get close to breaking a sweat. By the 18th floor they felt nothing aside from the eagerness of seeing what their place looked like.

Pushing the door open that lead into the hallway, Drea looked down each side and frowned. There was only one door. That must mean. "No way!" She breathed. The entire top floor was theirs! They both made a jump for the door but Jen got their first, slipping their key in the lock and throwing open the door. And then they stood, mouths gaping, arms hanging limp at their sides. "Oh wow." Drea said, slowly stepping into the apartment. Jen followed closing the door behind them.

The apartment was huge with vaulted ceilings painted in glittering off white. The walls were a rich cream color with intricate vines painted over it, creeping up the walls and gathering in thick green clusters at the corners. Lush emerald carpet covered the floor and a large cream sofa and love seat sat upon it, a dark wood coffee table in front of them. Windows that went floor to ceiling covered one wall, looking over the city and curtains of light material hung over them, their subtle hues of violet and jade causing the room to glow with life.

Drea stared around her in awe. "Bedrooms?" she whispered, stunned from the beauty of the living room.

"Oh hell yes!" Jen cried, positively beaming.

With delighted squeals the girls took off down the hallway. They not only passed a massive kitchen with an island counter and wine glasses of every shape and size hanging above it, but also a room designed for spa treatment with a sauna, hot tub and tanning bed, and a work out room lined with mirrors. Their bedrooms were at the end of the hall right across from each other. Each was furnished with a luxurious queen size bed, expensive mahogany vanities, and classy overstuffed chairs. The also came with a wide porch and a large bathroom.

Jen was finishing up exploring hers, running a hand lovingly over the deep royal purple bedspread and sighing contentedly. Now this was living!

She walked across the hallway to Drea's room, smiling as she looked upon the muted violet, green and peach colors that brightened the room. Her friend sat on the bed clutching a pillow to her chest and staring at the floor. "Drea? What's wrong?" she rushed to the blonde's side.

"This feels.strange. Maybe." her vacant gaze raised slightly. "Maybe we did die."

Jen pulled Drea into a hug. "Hun. Remember what I used to do when you first met me?"

Drea blinked, then her lips turned up in a smile. "A clairvoyant?" she stated jokingly.

Jen laughed. She had never referred to herself as that. Only Drea did that. More or less because she liked using the word 'clairvoyant.' No, Jen was not clairvoyant. She hunted ghosts and was constantly in touch with the world of the dead. If anyone could tell them weather or not they had crossed over, it was her. "Very funny dear. You can trust me though when I say we are not dead."

Drea sighed. "I know. It's just strange. I'm trying to enjoy this but it's just too unbelievable.

"Would you quit thinking so much?" Jen said with a laugh. She got up and walked to the balcony doors. Turning the knobs she threw the glass doors open and inhaled the crisp night air, allowing it to cool her lungs and fuel her excitement. "All of this is ours now. To me.it doesn't matter how it happened. We deserve this Drea."

Her friend nodded grudgingly. "So.what now?"

Jen smiled wickedly. "Glad you asked. I think we should go look in on our little investment and see how good it's doing."

Drea brightened considerably. "Okay!" she said, tossing the pillow aside and making her way over to the massive closet in the short hallway that lead to her bathroom. "Let me get changed first."

After two hours of preparation, one of which was spent just staring at the vast amounts of clothing, shoes, and accessories that filled their closets, Drea and Jen hailed a taxi that took them across town to Midnight Carnage.

Once in front of the club, the women stared at it with pride. It was far more exotic then they had even imagined. Music poured out from inside the sprawling nightclub, the line of people that stretched over the block dancing slightly as they patiently waited to get in.

Drea had chosen to wear a black dress with light red roses printed on it. The inch wide straps, slightly ruffled, hung off her shoulders and the bottom part of the dress was cut at an angle almost completely exposing one leg and sloping downward to stop over the knee of her other leg. Black heals with straps adorned her feet and a silver anklet circled her heal.

"You look incredible hun!" Jen complimented, slipping her arm through Drea's.

The blond smiled. "Thanks. Same goes. I must say I have never seen you look this great before."

Jen was wearing a deep green corset top trimmed in black lace and embroidered with delicate gold Japanese symbols. Black flare pants encased her legs, practically covering her booted feet and she had let her hair loose, unlike Drea who had pulled hers up into a French twist. "Thank you. So.are you ready?"

Drea nodded. "Let's do this." She said, laughing at her nervousness.

Jen pulled Drea forward, anxious to get inside. They were allowed admittance immediately, of course. The place was wild. The walls were painted with jungle scenes, fake vines hanging over them. The ceiling, covered with glowing stars was midnight blue. The lighting was dark and romantic, spilling over the mass of people on the dance floor and those not dancing either sat in booths and tables or were at the bar.

"Now this.is amazing!" Jen exclaimed, yelling to be heard over the loud beat of techno music. She had never even been to a club like this before. It was hard to believe that it was all theirs. Exhilaration pulsed through her being as the music played. It beckoned to her, calling out with it's wild beat. "Come on Drea. Let's dance."

Drea laughed, once again allowing herself to be pulled along in Jen's wake.

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Outside two men stood at the front of the line waiting to be allowed in. The bouncer checked the list and opened the rope. The two men passed by him and walked into the club. The taller of the two looked around him uneasily, his coal black eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "I really don't know about this Vegeta. I feel like Chi Chi's gonna come out of nowhere and attack me with a frying pan."

The shorter man turned to his companion with a look of scornful look. "Kakarott.the woman died two years ago. You should get over it. Get on with your life. You don't see me still hung up on that insane blue haired woman, do you?"

Goku frowned. "You didn't love Bulma."

"And you didn't love Chi Chi." Vegeta pinned him with a penetrating gazed. "Don't try to deny it Kakarott. You may have loved her at one time, but you stopped long before she died."

Goku stared at his feet, trying to ignore the guilt that was gnawing at him. Vegeta was right. Goku had stopped loving Chi Chi. It had been sometime after his fight with Freiza. When he was training on different planets he hadn't even thought of her, not once and when he came home.he hadn't felt anything at all. He had looked at Chi Chi as if she were any other female. Whatever love had existed between them was gone.

"Kakarott."

Goku looked up at Vegeta, surprised to see sympathy in his friend's eyes.

"It's time for both of us to move on."

Once again the Sayian Prince was right. Goku nodded and they each turned to look over the sea of bodies. There had to be someone out there for each of them.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Feeling a droplet of sweat trickle between the valley of her breasts, Drea fanned herself and watched Jen as she danced with complete abandon, her hips swiveling to the beat. She didn't know how Jen did it. They had been dancing for well over an hour and Drea was craving water as if she had been in the desert for weeks. Yet Jen seamed like she could go all night. She reached over to tap her friend's shoulder. Jen spun to face her. "I'm going to get some water." Drea yelled over the music. Jen nodded and Drea started to make her way off the dance floor. She pushed her way through the crowd, finding it impossible to make a path; the people were so crammed in there. She finally broke free only to trip over someone's foot. With a startled cry, she pitched forward and made an attempt to grab for something to stop her fall. Luckily, something found her first. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist as she fell against the solid wall of a man's chest.

She quickly pushed herself away to apologize and looked up. The words died on the tongue and her mouth went dry. All she could do was stare at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen before. He looked down at her with a heart melting smile, his ebony eyes kind and his black hair spiking wildly in every direction. His arms were still around her and her hand was still pressed against his muscular chest. They both seamed to notice at the same time. Electricity charged the air around them and Drea felt the man's heart beat quicken beneath her hand. Who was this guy?

"I'm so sorry miss. My friend didn't see you." The man spoke, his voice deep and soothing."

"Introduce yourself idiot." A voice growled behind Drea. She looked over her shoulder to see a slightly shorter man with hair as outrageous as the hair of the man holding her. He wore loose fitting black jeans, a dark red shirt that clung to his finely toned body, and a satisfied smirk that made Drea wonder if he had known exactly what he was doing when he tripped her.

The man holding her cleared his throat and she turned around, smiling when she saw the light blush staining his cheeks. "Sorry. Hi, my name's Goku and that's Vegeta." He said, his arms dropping back to his sides.

Quickly masking her disappointment, Drea dropped her own hand. "My name is Drea McKenzie. It's nice to meet you both. Oh! And thank you for catching me." She said, turning the full power of her smile oh him. She gave herself a mental pat on the back when his blushed deepened.

"No problem." Goku said, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. They were both messing up miserably. He could see the attraction between the two but knew his friend was incapable of making any kind of move on a woman. He was way out of practice. Maybe Goku didn't even know how to? The girl was trying, he would give her that, but she wasn't trying hard enough. A smile wasn't going to cut it. She also was incredibly good looking so there was two. Vegeta sighed. It was time to leave Goku on his own and see where he got. "So, Drea. Did you come with anyone?" he asked.

The blonde turned her stormy blue gaze on him and smiled. "Yes I did. My friend Jen is still out dancing. She's actually." she paused to scan the crowd and pointed. "Right there."

Vegeta followed the line of her finger and his lips curved in an appreciative smirk. He followed the well-curved hips up to a slim waist and a set of breast accented by the top she was wearing. Her raven hair floated around her as she moved to the music, eyes closed and full lips turned up in a small secretive smile. Drea may have been attractive, but this girl was down right exotic. "Is she here with anyone?" he asked, his brow lifting slightly.

Drea gave him a knowing grin. "Nope."

"I'm going to go say hi. Have fun kids." He said, and with that left the two on their own.

Drea watched him go and slowly turned back to Goku, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. She gave him a once over, practically drooling at the sight of the white t-shirt stretched over his incredibly muscular form. He wore a pair of worn blue jeans that hung loose on him but were form fitting in all the places that mattered. "So.um, Goku." She started, tripping over her words. With a sigh she quit trying to act coy and gave him a hopeful smile. "I was actually going to sneak off somewhere much more quite. Would you like to come?"

His nervous expression changed to one of relief. "Definitely. Did you want to go for a walk or something?" He asked, feeling braver by the second.

"Actually, I was thinking about going to the back room. See, I kind of own this place. Well, Jen and I do."

"You do?" Goku asked in disbelief. She nodded and he watched as a wisp of silvery white hair slid loose and brushed her shoulder. Not thinking about what he was doing he reached over and tucked it back behind her ear.

Drea shivered as a wave of foreign sensation swept through her. "Um.yes. We could do that.if you want to?"

"That's fine." He said with a smile that made Drea's knees feel week.

Without letting on that she did not even know where to find a back room, Drea managed to luck out and have one of the bouncers escort her and Goku up a flight of stairs and into a furnished room with tinted windows that looked over the entire club.

"Did you want something to drink?" she asked, walking across the room to where a small wet bar and fridge stood against the wall.

"What do you have?" Goku asked. He went to the window and watched the people as they moved on and off the dance floor.

"Well there's water, wine coolers, pop and beer."

Goku turned around and let his gaze travel over her long legs and well- curved figure. She wasn't watching so he took his time appreciating every little detail from the gentle curve of her calf to the way her hair shone like a halo in the poor lighting. He had never actually taken the time to look at a woman before. He wondered now why not. They were such amazing creatures. Especially this Drea woman. The more he looked, the more he started to feel comfortable in her presence. "I'll have a beer." He said, once again looking out the tinted glass.

Drea came up beside him and handed him a cold bottle. He pulled of the cap, making a note of the strawberry wine cooler in her hand, and took a quick pull from his own drink. "Looks like Vegeta found your friend." He said, pointing to the dance floor where Vegeta and Jen stood.

Smiling, Drea took a sip of her wine cooler. "You two came here to pick up women, didn't you?" she asked, taking Goku completely off guard.

He recovered quickly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yup." Drea said laughing. "About as obvious as Vegeta tripping me on purpose."

Goku's rich laughter joined hers. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

"Oh, that's okay." Drea said, turning her head to look out the window. Her eyes narrowed and she sighed. "Besides, I'd say he's getting paid back for it."

""What?!"

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Jen was alone in the club. Nothing existed except her and the music. She moved gracefully, hips rocking to the beat, her raven locks brushing against her bare shoulders. She could have danced the entire night away and never noticed, but some nagging thought at the back of her mind kept telling her to open her eyes. After about the tenth time she finally gave in and her shimmering lids slowly lifted. The world around her came rushing back and her vivacious green eyes widened. A man was walking across the dance floor toward her. He was slightly taller then her with jet-black hair spiked straight up and piercing ebony eyes that were focused on her. With every step he took her heart hammered harder and harder against her ribs. He moved like a panther, with predatory grace that held her mesmerized. He wore dark clothes that clung to his muscular figure, outlining each muscle with startling clarity.

When he reached her he stopped, leaving an inch of space between them and simply stared down at her with a smirk that was sexy, yet infuriating at the same time.

Jen straightened her shoulders and quickly pulled herself together. She knew arrogance when she saw it and sure this man was amazingly gorgeous, but there was no way in hell he was going to know she thought so.

Arching one delicate brow, she gave him a cold look, ignoring the erratic pounding of her heart. "Can I help you?" she asked.

The man's smirk widened. "Dance with me woman." He demanded in a deep voice.

Her knees started to give but her gaze remained apathetic. "You're going to have to be a bit more convincing then that." She turned away and his hand came around her arm, jerking her back to face him. They were a breath apart, noses almost touching. His gaze flickered to her lips and for an insane moment Jen thought he was going to kiss her.

"I said.dance with me." He practically growled.

He moved closer, his body brushing against hers. Suddenly an image flashed through her head. It was too quick for her to make anything out decently but she could tell one thing. It was him. A much younger him and wearing some kind of armor. She had a feeling that the young woman whom he spoke to, appearing as mostly a hazy feminine body, was her.

The next second she was back in the club, her body swaying to the slow, seductive beat. He was moving with her, his warm breath fanning out against her neck. Jen's eyelids fluttered down. God she didn't even know him! Her body was his to control and she didn't even know his name.

"Relax Jen." He commanded and she did. Her hands came up and moved over his huge arms. She leaned closer. It didn't even occur to her to ask how he had known her name.

She felt his hand on her thigh, moving upwards with aching slowness. For one minute she was in complete bliss. Then white-hot light exploded before her eyes and pain shot through her.

The man pulled back, giving her a startled look, his hand still gripping her waist where she had carelessly wrapped her tail. His hand tightened and she screamed out in pure agony, jerking away from him.

Dragging in great mouthfuls of air, Jen took a step back, hunching over with a hand to her lower abdomen. Slowly the pain ebbed. What surprised Jen was that fury was quickly taking its place. It washed over her in huge waves and she could do nothing to stop it. When her head snapped up, cat- green eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, she was no longer Jen but a stranger that had taken over her body and filled her with the urge to fight.

"You jerk!" She snarled, lunging at the surprised man and slamming her into his jaw with a shattering force. She didn't even wait to see what damage she had done. Spinning away, she stormed off the dance floor to cool her tempter and search for Drea.

Someone tapped her shoulder and she whirled, spreading her feet and raising her fists in a fighting stance. A tall bald man, one of the bouncers, gave her a strange look before saying, "Ms. McKenzie would like you to know that she's upstairs if you need her for anything."

Staring down at her curled fists, Jen nodded numbly, then turned and ran like hell for the stairs.

"Jen! What happened?" Drea cried when her friend burst into the room.

"I wish I knew!" Jen wailed. "I was just dancing with this amazing guy, arrogant as hell but you should have seen the body on this guy." She took a deep breath, feeling the overwhelming anger start to slip away. "He had his hand on my waist and then his hand touched my tail-"

"Your what?!" the tall dark haired man standing next to Drea yelped.

Jen gave him a scathing look. "My tail." She took a menacing step forward, one hand balling into a fist at her side. "Is there something wrong with having a tail?"

Goku raised his hands in front of him as if to ward her off. "No! Not at all!!"

"Beg to differ Kakarott. There is something very wrong about these two women having tails."

The three in the room turned to see Vegeta standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Both of them?" Goku asked, then looked at Drea and noticed for the first time the snow-white tail peaking out from her dress. "You have a tail." He sated softly.

Drea shrugged and nodded, her cheeks brightening slightly.

Jen watched the exchange and sighed, frustrated and confused with their situation. She all of a sudden wanted this day to be over. She wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers over her head and just pretend this day never happened. "So." she started, speaking to the sinfully attractive man in the doorway.

"Vegeta."

Nodding tiredly, Jen continued. "Vegeta.mind telling me what's so wrong about Drea and I having tails?"

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and walked into the room, stopping in front of her. "It's simple enough. The fact that you two have tails means one thing. You're both Sayian's. And that, Jen, is impossible."

"Why?" Drea asked, coming forward to stand next to Jen and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. Jen smiled and squeezed back, feeling much more stable with Drea's silent support.

"It's impossible.because that species and their entire planet was destroyed years ago."

"We must have survived then." Drea said more to herself then anyone else. Her eyes took on that far off look, the same one from earlier that morning when she was trying to tell herself that they weren't dead.

Used to their sudden roll reversals, Jen turned to Drea and put her hands on her shoulders, forcing Drea to look at her. "Hey, of course we survived. We're here, aren't we?"

Vegeta frowned at the two females. "They were only five survivors." He snapped, causing them both to jump.

"What happened to them?" Jen asked. His cold smirk caused a shiver of apprehension to course down her spine.

"Three of them are dead."

"How?"

Vegeta glanced up at Goku. "We killed them."

Jen and Drea looked between the two men, horrified by what they had just heard.

"Hey! They were bad guys!" Goku said in his defense.

Jen raised her eyes to Vegeta's, flashing green staring into endless black. Her hands trembled, but weather it was from excitement or fear she did not know. "And the other two?" she asked in a whisper soft voice.

If possible his malicious grin widened. "You're looking at em."

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