Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I wish I did, but I don't. So, don't sue me.
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A/N: Ya, I know that I said next Friday, but I kinda got a little inspired, so here's chapter 3. With luck, I'll have chapter 4 out by Friday. Oh, and I'm not entirely sure it's necessary, but I'm gonna bump the rating up to R, it won't go any higher. Enjoy.
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Mischief Makers
Chapter 3
By: Ember Maxximus
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The Naughty Kitten stood in the distance amongst a myriad of clubs, strip joints, and diners. Flashing pink neon signs beckoned undersexed men of all ages, and the occasional woman, to it like a desert oasis on a scorching mid July afternoon. Like moths to the flame, the mischief makers drifted towards the hentai sanctuary with only one thought on their pubescent minds…titties and beer.
"ID's gentlemen," asked the burly ogre of a doorman. Trunks nonchalantly removed his, while Goten fumble through his wallet for Gohan's old driver's license. Bruno, well at least that's what his nametag said, snatched the boys' fraudulent credentials and suspiciously eyed them.
"Joe Kawaii, eh?" asked the behemoth bouncer.
Trunks nodded his head and sweat-dropped.
"Alright then mister 'Joe Cool'…name, birth date, address, height, hair and eye color," questioned the suspicious doorman, in attempts to catch the teenage bishounen in a lie.
Trunks inhaled deeply, then in one breath he spewed, "Joe Kawaii, June 15 1980, 123 Eluspac Proc Drive, purple, blue."
Bruno nodded before turning his head towards Goten to say, "And you're how old, baby face?"
"Thirty-four?" answered Goten, adding his toothiest Son smile.
The doorman gave the saiyan youths back their identification. Trunks paid the man the, fifteen zeni a head, cover charge then he and Goten entered the Naughty Kitten.
The clubs interior was tastefully, albeit surprisingly, decorated. Several black lacquer tables with matching burgundy-cushioned chairs surrounded the black and white checkered, raised ballroom style stage floor. Trunks and Goten chose a table near the stage and waited for the next dancer to enter the spotlight.
"Can I get you two something to drink?" Asked a petite brunette clad in a very minuscule red mini dress.
"I'll have a beer, um whatever's on tap," Trunks replied suavely.
"Can I get one of those fruity little umbrella drinks with the pineapple's and--," Goten started before Trunks interjected him.
"Just two beers, please."
"Okay cutie pie," said the waitress, as she took Trunks' ten zeni bill and headed in the direction of the bar.
"What did ya do that for," complained Goten.
"Because, only girls order fruity drinks. C'mon, think McFly. When have you ever seen anyone besides our moms' drink fruity drinks?"
Goten screwed his face up and reached one hand behind his head and scratched it, considering Trunks' revelation.
"Yeah, you're right. But, I still want one."
"I'm not paying for it, Goten."
The same waitress returned with the boys' beer. "Here you guys go, two drafts."
She handed Trunks back his change, which he so graciously gave back to her…by placing it between her bosom as she giggled away.
"Umm, miss. Can I still get one of those fruity things?" inquired Goten as Trunks gave him the evil eye across the table. Goten handed the waitress some money and she disappeared to retrieve his drink.
It was at that moment that an attractive blue haired woman took the stage. She danced around wearing only a black rhinestone thong and black patent leather stiletto heels. Long blue hair flowed down her back and eyes the color of blue skies sparkled brightly.
"Eww…dude, she looks just my mom," stated Trunks disgustedly.
"Uh-huh, she sure does," Goten dreamily replied.
The woman was quite the contortionist. She gyrated her hips suggestively. Gracefully she leapt through the air, her hands grabbed firmly onto the pole before her, while she allowed herself to dangle upside down from it. She slid down the pole then back up it repeatedly, then ended her routine by somehow lifting her ankle and placing it behind her head.
The room burst into cheers and catcalls at the end of her performance. She sauntered around the club collecting singles, fives, tens, and twenty zeni bills from her generous patrons. She made her way towards Trunks and Goten's table. Trunks crossed his arms and turned his head in the opposite direction, ignoring the blue haired exotic dancer.
"Omigawd! Like, I just totally love these little fruity umbrella drinks," she giggled. She chattered away as if she was some B teen movie reject from the eighties. Without asking, she reached for Goten's drink and consumed it in two swallows.
**Hiccup** "Oops, did finish your pina colada? I was really thirsty. Lemme make it up to you," she slurred. "How about a discount lap dance?"
Something inside Goten suddenly clicked. He went from goofy teenager to Mr. Debonair mode. Exactly akin to way his father went from idiot box to super saiyan warrior mode during battle.
"Sure, doll. I'd love a lap dance, especially on my birthday," Goten then took her hand, bringing it to his lips and softly kissed it.
That comment definitely got Trunks' attention. 'Hey, his birthday was two months ago,' thought Trunks as he finished off the second beer.
"It's your birthday!?!" she squealed. "Well, then birthday boy consider this my gift to you, a no charge x-tra special lap dance."
"You're very pretty," he professed. "Such a pretty woman must have a pretty name, too."
"Well my stage name is Kitty, but you can call me by my real name…Marron. What's your name cutie?"
"Gohan."
"Like gag me with a spoon, I'm sooo sure! Hey! Is your dad Goku? Of course he is. Like Omigawd, I so remember you. I use to be Krillan's girlfriend. Don't cha remember me?" she asked as she took a seat in his lap and began her complimentary dance.
Goten's smooth façade began to falter. He had been caught lying and now he found it impossible to fib convincingly while she grinded her hips against his groin.
"Okay, okay, okay!" he blurted out. "I'm Son Goten, not Gohan. I kinda borrowed my brother's ID. Please don't tell anyone."
Trunks could only burry his face in his hands. 'Dende, why me?'
To be continued…
In the next installment of the Mischief Makers we'll discover Marron's reaction to Goten's deceitfulness. And will poor Trunksie-pooh ever get the evening to go his way. Stay tuned and find out.
Author's notes: Evil cliffhanger, I know. Ya'll know the routine. Hate it? Love it? Leave a review and lemme know. I really enjoy the feedback! And as always, feel free to e-mail with any questions, comments, or constructive criticism at EmberMaxximus@yahoo.com or you can even leave the before mentioned in a review, I'll still respond.
Ember Maxximus
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A/N: Ya, I know that I said next Friday, but I kinda got a little inspired, so here's chapter 3. With luck, I'll have chapter 4 out by Friday. Oh, and I'm not entirely sure it's necessary, but I'm gonna bump the rating up to R, it won't go any higher. Enjoy.
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Mischief Makers
Chapter 3
By: Ember Maxximus
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The Naughty Kitten stood in the distance amongst a myriad of clubs, strip joints, and diners. Flashing pink neon signs beckoned undersexed men of all ages, and the occasional woman, to it like a desert oasis on a scorching mid July afternoon. Like moths to the flame, the mischief makers drifted towards the hentai sanctuary with only one thought on their pubescent minds…titties and beer.
"ID's gentlemen," asked the burly ogre of a doorman. Trunks nonchalantly removed his, while Goten fumble through his wallet for Gohan's old driver's license. Bruno, well at least that's what his nametag said, snatched the boys' fraudulent credentials and suspiciously eyed them.
"Joe Kawaii, eh?" asked the behemoth bouncer.
Trunks nodded his head and sweat-dropped.
"Alright then mister 'Joe Cool'…name, birth date, address, height, hair and eye color," questioned the suspicious doorman, in attempts to catch the teenage bishounen in a lie.
Trunks inhaled deeply, then in one breath he spewed, "Joe Kawaii, June 15 1980, 123 Eluspac Proc Drive, purple, blue."
Bruno nodded before turning his head towards Goten to say, "And you're how old, baby face?"
"Thirty-four?" answered Goten, adding his toothiest Son smile.
The doorman gave the saiyan youths back their identification. Trunks paid the man the, fifteen zeni a head, cover charge then he and Goten entered the Naughty Kitten.
The clubs interior was tastefully, albeit surprisingly, decorated. Several black lacquer tables with matching burgundy-cushioned chairs surrounded the black and white checkered, raised ballroom style stage floor. Trunks and Goten chose a table near the stage and waited for the next dancer to enter the spotlight.
"Can I get you two something to drink?" Asked a petite brunette clad in a very minuscule red mini dress.
"I'll have a beer, um whatever's on tap," Trunks replied suavely.
"Can I get one of those fruity little umbrella drinks with the pineapple's and--," Goten started before Trunks interjected him.
"Just two beers, please."
"Okay cutie pie," said the waitress, as she took Trunks' ten zeni bill and headed in the direction of the bar.
"What did ya do that for," complained Goten.
"Because, only girls order fruity drinks. C'mon, think McFly. When have you ever seen anyone besides our moms' drink fruity drinks?"
Goten screwed his face up and reached one hand behind his head and scratched it, considering Trunks' revelation.
"Yeah, you're right. But, I still want one."
"I'm not paying for it, Goten."
The same waitress returned with the boys' beer. "Here you guys go, two drafts."
She handed Trunks back his change, which he so graciously gave back to her…by placing it between her bosom as she giggled away.
"Umm, miss. Can I still get one of those fruity things?" inquired Goten as Trunks gave him the evil eye across the table. Goten handed the waitress some money and she disappeared to retrieve his drink.
It was at that moment that an attractive blue haired woman took the stage. She danced around wearing only a black rhinestone thong and black patent leather stiletto heels. Long blue hair flowed down her back and eyes the color of blue skies sparkled brightly.
"Eww…dude, she looks just my mom," stated Trunks disgustedly.
"Uh-huh, she sure does," Goten dreamily replied.
The woman was quite the contortionist. She gyrated her hips suggestively. Gracefully she leapt through the air, her hands grabbed firmly onto the pole before her, while she allowed herself to dangle upside down from it. She slid down the pole then back up it repeatedly, then ended her routine by somehow lifting her ankle and placing it behind her head.
The room burst into cheers and catcalls at the end of her performance. She sauntered around the club collecting singles, fives, tens, and twenty zeni bills from her generous patrons. She made her way towards Trunks and Goten's table. Trunks crossed his arms and turned his head in the opposite direction, ignoring the blue haired exotic dancer.
"Omigawd! Like, I just totally love these little fruity umbrella drinks," she giggled. She chattered away as if she was some B teen movie reject from the eighties. Without asking, she reached for Goten's drink and consumed it in two swallows.
**Hiccup** "Oops, did finish your pina colada? I was really thirsty. Lemme make it up to you," she slurred. "How about a discount lap dance?"
Something inside Goten suddenly clicked. He went from goofy teenager to Mr. Debonair mode. Exactly akin to way his father went from idiot box to super saiyan warrior mode during battle.
"Sure, doll. I'd love a lap dance, especially on my birthday," Goten then took her hand, bringing it to his lips and softly kissed it.
That comment definitely got Trunks' attention. 'Hey, his birthday was two months ago,' thought Trunks as he finished off the second beer.
"It's your birthday!?!" she squealed. "Well, then birthday boy consider this my gift to you, a no charge x-tra special lap dance."
"You're very pretty," he professed. "Such a pretty woman must have a pretty name, too."
"Well my stage name is Kitty, but you can call me by my real name…Marron. What's your name cutie?"
"Gohan."
"Like gag me with a spoon, I'm sooo sure! Hey! Is your dad Goku? Of course he is. Like Omigawd, I so remember you. I use to be Krillan's girlfriend. Don't cha remember me?" she asked as she took a seat in his lap and began her complimentary dance.
Goten's smooth façade began to falter. He had been caught lying and now he found it impossible to fib convincingly while she grinded her hips against his groin.
"Okay, okay, okay!" he blurted out. "I'm Son Goten, not Gohan. I kinda borrowed my brother's ID. Please don't tell anyone."
Trunks could only burry his face in his hands. 'Dende, why me?'
To be continued…
In the next installment of the Mischief Makers we'll discover Marron's reaction to Goten's deceitfulness. And will poor Trunksie-pooh ever get the evening to go his way. Stay tuned and find out.
Author's notes: Evil cliffhanger, I know. Ya'll know the routine. Hate it? Love it? Leave a review and lemme know. I really enjoy the feedback! And as always, feel free to e-mail with any questions, comments, or constructive criticism at EmberMaxximus@yahoo.com or you can even leave the before mentioned in a review, I'll still respond.
Ember Maxximus