![]() Maybe she just wanted to know more about him. "You do?" he chuckled, though he was unsure of what she was getting at. Videl scoffed, grasping his palm tighter and causing them to sway again, "I find that hard to believe." And he was oblivious to the few encounters with females that Gohan did have. He could not indulge himself with such things when training to become a God of Destruction, there simply was not time or chance for commitment. He could pursue nothing further even if he wanted to. Other than that he had flirted with a few warriors and barmaids on planets he had visited, only to go as far as heated snogging and messed up clothes. But that was more out of duty than pursuing feelings, only one had led to a rather clumsy snogging session behind a tapestry, and that was a few years ago now, he was rather ashamed to admit that he didn't even remember the alien girl's name though she had been strikingly beautiful. He had danced with a couple of princesses at the ceremonial gatherings where he, Lord Beerus and Whis had been invited. It was true, the young saiyan had not even had anything close to what he would call a girlfriend. Gohan cleared his throat awkwardly, before shaking his head 'no'. "I'm not stupid Beerus," Videl said dangerously, leaning even closer to him, he wasn't entirely sure whether or not she was doing it on purpose, but their noses were almost touching, "You don't mean to tell me that you've never been in a relationship when you can dance like this?" The teenager blinked, "What sort of a question is that?" "So, how many girlfriends have you had?" she asked suddenly, causing him to nearly halt in his tracks. Gohan too was having difficultly catching his, but certainly not for the same reasons. They had been dancing for a while, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was a little breathless as she looked up at him, her heels long abandoned at the side of the dance floor, making her over a head shorter than him. ![]() The Satan girl laughed, her long raven hair whipping about her from the momentum before he caught her, his fingers intertwining with hers, his arm wrapping around her petite waist and pulling her closer to him. "Some things are coming back to me," he told her with a shrug before twirling her around again, several people gasping around them as they forced a few dancing couples to move out of their path. He caught the faint smell of alcohol on her breath, it was warm and inviting, and almost as intoxicating as her eyes. "You remember?" Videl quirked up at him, their bodies close as they danced. Gohan shrugged, smirking a little, "Once or twice actually." The silkiness of her dress brushing against his fingertips. ![]() "You seem as though you've done this a million times," she told him with a playful smile and flustered cheeks after he had twirled her around once more, catching her by the waist. He couldn't help but feel rather smug at that, it was safe to say that the girl was a little shocked to meet a teenage boy who could dance so well. The fact that he was well accomplished in martial arts only enhanced the fluidity of his moments and Videl seemed most impressed. He hadn't practiced for a couple of years mind, though he seemed to remember the steps quite easily. Though his lessons had certainly come in handy when the young Destroyer had been shown off at grand balls and events that Whis and Lord Beerus had taken him to. The memory of having his cheeks pinched over and over again by haggard, tobacco smelling fingers was enough to make him shudder. None of the other Z-Fighters had found out of course, and he had sworn his father and Piccolo to secrecy, the fact that he spent every Sunday afternoon dancing with doddery old women in a nearby village hall was something that he had most certainly taken to the grave. Though eventually the late night practising of a very screechy Mozart's concerto three was enough to make Piccolo, his father and his mother choose for him - so ballroom dancing it was. Of course he had a choice at first, his mother being a royally stern yet ultimately fair woman, and it was either learn to play the violin or ballroom dancing classes. Gohan had absolutely hated the dance lessons that his mother had enforced on him in those three years of training before the androids appeared, stating that he had to do something other than solid fighting to enrich his mind if his studies were to be abandoned. The music blared loudly in his ears, his feet tapping and moving in motion to the beat as he and Videl whirled around the dance floor. ![]()
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