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1 The Mischief Makers
Chapter 2
By: Ember Maxximus
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Trunks and Goten strolled down the crowded streets of Satan City's downtown party district. They looked around in sheer awe at the many festivities taking place behind every turn and at every corner. Tattoo parlors, nightclubs, strip joints, live music and diners. A party goers paradise.
Goten lifted his nose, scenting the air. Mmm…beef! Forgetting everything on the "to do list", Goten charged off in the direction of the mouth watering aroma.
"Hey, Goten! Wait up man," called Trunks, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears. Son Goten was off and running. 'Kuso,' mumbled the lavender haired teenager as he sprinted off in the direction of his best buddy.
Seven minutes and thirty-four seconds later, a slightly winded Trunks found Goten with his hands and face pressed up against the window front of small restaurant looking like the lady from the Mervyn's commercial…open, open, open. Trunks immediately fell into a fit of laughter at the sight of his goofy friend.
"You're such a Bubba Gump, Goten." Chuckled Trunks.
"Let's eat here," pleaded Goten.
"Dude, NO! It'll take all my zeni to feed us both. I know ChiChi-san fed you dinner, you eat more than my dad and your dad combined!"
"Duh, that's because I'm growing," stated Goten matter-of-factly. Suddenly Goten elbowed Trunks in his ribs. Goten stood with a huge grin plastered on his face, pointing at the daily specials chalkboard. In colorful pastel chalk it read 'Mr. Raul's daily special…seafood pasta – 12 zeni, soup 'n salad - 5 zeni, and as always the 56oz. T-bone steak meal *free to any patron who can eat the entire meal alone in one sitting*
Six steaks and thirty minutes later, hoots and applause echoed throughout the diner as the demi-saiyan youths made their exit. In the fifteen years that Mr. Raul's Bistro had been open, this was the first time ever that anyone ate the whole steak, much less three apiece. Mr. Raul, the establishment's owner, took a Polaroid photograph of the two young men to hang in the restaurant. Also, Mr. Raul gave them red polo style shirts with the diner's logo embroidered on the front.
"All your zeni to feed us, eh?" chided Goten as he rubbed his pleasantly stuffed belly.
"Shut up," mumbled Trunks.
Now that the comedic duo was stuffed like ticks, they focused on the ever so more important issue at hand…the list.
"Don't be mad, Trunks. We can go to nudie show now. Ooo, ooo, let's go there. Yeah, dude, we can go there. The Naughty Kitten."
Trunks smirked to himself as he envisioned big boobs, lap dances, and alcoholic beverages…yes! Finally!
"Woohoo. Titties and beer. Woohoo, ya, ya. Titties and beer." Snapped back to reality by Goten's lewd song, Trunks eyes lit up. Finally all the hard work and careful planning were to be put to use. Yeah, baby…The Naughty Kitten.
TO BE CONTINUED…
So, will the mischief makers finally get to cross something off of their list…or not? And who in the heck could they possibly run into, that they know, here in downtown Satan City party central? Next update, will be here on Friday, I promise.
Author's notes: Terribly short, I know. But please bear with me; I had to set the fic up. Next chapter will be longer and more exciting. And as always please leave me a review. Oh and let me insert a shameless plug here. I'm working on another fic right now, Sweet Child of Mine. It's a Vegeta/chibi Bra fic, where Bra gets mad and goes to her dad for some special help. So, check it out.
Ember Maxximus
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1 The Mischief Makers
Chapter 2
By: Ember Maxximus
.
.
.
Trunks and Goten strolled down the crowded streets of Satan City's downtown party district. They looked around in sheer awe at the many festivities taking place behind every turn and at every corner. Tattoo parlors, nightclubs, strip joints, live music and diners. A party goers paradise.
Goten lifted his nose, scenting the air. Mmm…beef! Forgetting everything on the "to do list", Goten charged off in the direction of the mouth watering aroma.
"Hey, Goten! Wait up man," called Trunks, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears. Son Goten was off and running. 'Kuso,' mumbled the lavender haired teenager as he sprinted off in the direction of his best buddy.
Seven minutes and thirty-four seconds later, a slightly winded Trunks found Goten with his hands and face pressed up against the window front of small restaurant looking like the lady from the Mervyn's commercial…open, open, open. Trunks immediately fell into a fit of laughter at the sight of his goofy friend.
"You're such a Bubba Gump, Goten." Chuckled Trunks.
"Let's eat here," pleaded Goten.
"Dude, NO! It'll take all my zeni to feed us both. I know ChiChi-san fed you dinner, you eat more than my dad and your dad combined!"
"Duh, that's because I'm growing," stated Goten matter-of-factly. Suddenly Goten elbowed Trunks in his ribs. Goten stood with a huge grin plastered on his face, pointing at the daily specials chalkboard. In colorful pastel chalk it read 'Mr. Raul's daily special…seafood pasta – 12 zeni, soup 'n salad - 5 zeni, and as always the 56oz. T-bone steak meal *free to any patron who can eat the entire meal alone in one sitting*
Six steaks and thirty minutes later, hoots and applause echoed throughout the diner as the demi-saiyan youths made their exit. In the fifteen years that Mr. Raul's Bistro had been open, this was the first time ever that anyone ate the whole steak, much less three apiece. Mr. Raul, the establishment's owner, took a Polaroid photograph of the two young men to hang in the restaurant. Also, Mr. Raul gave them red polo style shirts with the diner's logo embroidered on the front.
"All your zeni to feed us, eh?" chided Goten as he rubbed his pleasantly stuffed belly.
"Shut up," mumbled Trunks.
Now that the comedic duo was stuffed like ticks, they focused on the ever so more important issue at hand…the list.
"Don't be mad, Trunks. We can go to nudie show now. Ooo, ooo, let's go there. Yeah, dude, we can go there. The Naughty Kitten."
Trunks smirked to himself as he envisioned big boobs, lap dances, and alcoholic beverages…yes! Finally!
"Woohoo. Titties and beer. Woohoo, ya, ya. Titties and beer." Snapped back to reality by Goten's lewd song, Trunks eyes lit up. Finally all the hard work and careful planning were to be put to use. Yeah, baby…The Naughty Kitten.
TO BE CONTINUED…
So, will the mischief makers finally get to cross something off of their list…or not? And who in the heck could they possibly run into, that they know, here in downtown Satan City party central? Next update, will be here on Friday, I promise.
Author's notes: Terribly short, I know. But please bear with me; I had to set the fic up. Next chapter will be longer and more exciting. And as always please leave me a review. Oh and let me insert a shameless plug here. I'm working on another fic right now, Sweet Child of Mine. It's a Vegeta/chibi Bra fic, where Bra gets mad and goes to her dad for some special help. So, check it out.
Ember Maxximus