2 The Mischief Makers
By: EmberMaxximus
The young man's current predicament could only be described as pure bliss. Clad in only a pair of silk pajama bottoms, he reclined atop a colorful mountain of goose-down pillows. Each cushion was meticulously placed for his ultimate comfort. The woman beside him was positively breathtaking. Her finely manicured hands alternated between placing bite size pieces of smoked Alaskan salmon and thinly sliced portions of mango into his mouth.
'Dende, she's beautiful,' he thought. Raising a hand to her face, he brushed aside the aqua blue locks that had fallen into her brilliant azure eyes.
"Goten-kun, you're so handsome," she softly said.
He leaned into the woman, wanting so desperately to experience her lips pressed against his own.
"Mmm…Bulma," he purred as she grabbed his shoulders and shook him roughly…roughly?
"Bulma," he murmured again.
"No it's me, Trunks. Wake up!"
Discontent about not being able to finish his dream, Goten slowly opened his eyes to see his life long best friend sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Dude, did I hear you just moan my mom's name."
Goten's face guiltily flushed to a crimson red. "Eww, you ecchi your having hentai dreams about my mom."
"Man, your mom is hot. It was such an awesome dream. She was wearing one of those little…"
"SHUT-UP!"
"…lacy nighty things, like from one of those Victoria Secrets magazine and…"
"Dude, if you don't shut up already I'm gonna tell my dad about…"
"Alright, alright. I was just messing with you. Trunks, man you shoulda saw the look on your face. I betcha your baby sister is gonna be hot just like your mom, when she grows up. Hey it's ten o'clock at night, what're you doing here?"
"You can be such a idiot sometimes Goten. Did you forget that we were suppose to meet in the forest a half hour ago?"
Like a light switch being turned on in his head, Goten suddenly remembered that he and Trunks were suppose to go to Satan City. How could he have possibly forgotten after he and Trunks had spent the last two weeks plotting this night…
Flashback
The two young men sat in the front of the computer screen. The lavender haired fifteen-year-old bishounen typed away. The boy certainly had inherited his mother smarts. Somehow he had managed to hack into the Department of Motor Vehicles database and create himself a pseudonym, a twenty-one year old alias to be exact. He printed out and laminated the fraudulent identification.
Goten snatched the ID from Trunks. "It looks so real. Joe Kawaii? You named yourself that," laughed Goten.
"Shut up GO-TEN. It's a good name. It's very suave."
"Where's mine? Hmm… I want my name to be Goten Saiyaman on my driver's license."
"I already told you, since you have Gohan's old ID, you don't need another one."
The teenage demi-saiyans sat at the desk making a list of things to accomplish with their newly acquired credentials. After making several amendments to their list, it basically boiled down to…
Buy Beer
Go To Strip Club
Party
End flashback
Goten dressed as quickly he could in a pair of dark baggy denim pants, an oversized T-shirt, and his favorite pair of Adidas. Grabbing his wallet, he and Trunks jumped from the bedroom window. They walked a safe distance into the forest, so that none of their family member would detect their Ki, before leaping into the sky and flying towards Satan City.
"Man, Trunks this is gonna be the best Saturday night of our lives," he told his compadre. Goten's excitement was clearly written across his face in the trademark Son kool-aid smile.
"It better be. I've saved 563 zeni for tonight. And lemme tell you, it wasn't easy holding onto my allowance like that for so long."
Ten agonizingly long minutes later the warrior youths landed in the busy downtown party district of Satan City.
"So, where to first," they spoke in unison. Laughing, they both started to walk. Carefree and happy, the young men set about to have the ultimate night ever…
Author's notes: Well, this is gonna be my first attempt at an actual fic over 2 chapters, without a major lemon. You know the routine, please review. Lemme know what y'all think. Should I continue or stick to just writing lemons. Feel free to email me with any question, comments, or constructive criticisms at