Mischief Makers
Chapter 5...Hentai's Amuck & Blue Planet Brawls
By: Ember Maxximus
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The mischief makers strolled into the earsplitting, smoke filled central room of the gentlemen's club, only to be met head-on by the club's two extremely large behemoth bouncers. "There they are, get `em!" shrieked the uglier of the two, while pointing in Trunks and Goten's general direction. The teenage saiyan hybrids sunk into battle stance. There was absolutely no chance in hell that they were going down without a fight. No chance.
"Goten, don't hurt `em, just knock `em down on their asses. Then we high tail it for the exit."
"Hai, wakatta Trunks." **Yes, understood Trunks**
The burly bouncers headed straight towards the hybrid youths like a pair of out of control rabid rhinoceroses. Trunks and Goten braced themselves for impact, however the colossal bodyguards had their sights set elsewhere. They flew past the youths to a small disturbance near the stage.
"Get your filthy paws off my..." began the exotic dancer **smack**. She punched the old bald ecchi in the face, breaking his red sunglasses.
Like veteran football studs, the bouncers tackled the old man to the floor.
"Roshi!" growled the uglier of the two bouncers. "How did you get in here? Have you gotten so senile as to forget that you and Porky have been banned for life from the Naughty Kitten?"
Meanwhile, Oolong was down on all fours, stealthily sneaking towards the exit.
"Eek!!! The piggy has a camera," screamed a female voice.
"Run Oolong, run! You've been spotted! Don't let `em get the camera!" yelled Master Roshi as he fought tooth and nail against the bouncers. He grabbed the pair by the hair and slammed their foreheads together. They fell to the floor unconscious.
Seeing his chance, Master Roshi bee lined it for the exit as fast as his aging bowed legs would carry him. He burst through the Naughty Kittens' front doors in a colorful blur of red, blue and green. The loud Hawaiian style shirt ruffled against his bony body.
Out front, at the curb, he dove head first into the capsule air car's front seat. Oolong shifted the vehicle into gear with the experience of a seasoned getaway driver and tore down the street like a bat out of hell. Master Roshi stuck his right hand out the window, middle finger extended triumphantly, and flipped off the Naughty Kitten.
Trunks and Goten stared at the entire scene in utter disbelief. Was this the revered Master Roshi that Goku and Krillin had constantly sung such wonderful praises about. Good Kami, what is the world coming to?
The two demi saiyans strolled out of the strip club and walked down the crowded streets of Satan City's downtown party district. "Hey Trunks, let's go to a regular club. How `bout it dude?"
"I think that that's the best idea you've had all night long, Goten"
They didn't have to travel far. At the end of the block stood a very trendy, very loud nightclub. The club's parking lot overflowed with cars. Giant neon blue letters read `Blue Planet' above the building's main entrance.
"You wanna go in there, Trunks?"
"Yep," grinned the lavender haired bishounen.
Once again, for the second time this evening Trunks proudly displayed the Joe Kawaii false credentials, while Goten flashed Gohan's old driver's license. The only difference this time around was that the doorman wasn't interested in playing twenty questions. He merely took the cover fee and allowed the youngsters to enter the Blue Planet.
Inside the club was a rainbow of moving lights. Sweaty bodies of beautiful people bumped and grinded away on the many dance floors. Loud techno music reverberated of the walls; one could literally feel the music.
The two had barely even been inside the club for maybe a total of five minutes when a beautiful blonde approached them. Trunks appreciatory took in the glorious sight of her, starting with her clear hazel eyes then roaming over her hourglass figure. Wow, she was hot! For all he knew, she could've just walked straight out of an MTV video. The fuscia halter-top she wore showed of her ample bosom and the flare bottom hip huggers clung to her curvaceous derriere like a second skin. Then she smiled, it was like pure sunshine.
"I've never seen you here before," she purred.
"It's my first time here," Trunks blushed.
"Aww, how sweet, a Blue Planet virgin. Well, let me be the first to deflower you. Ooo, this is my jam. C'mon let's dance."
She took Trunks by the hand and guided him to the center of the main dance floor.
"Uh, yeah Trunks...I'll catch up with you later. If you need me, I'll be at the bar having some fruity drinks," Goten called after his oblivious friend.
They danced against each other. Bodies close, so very close. Trunks was completely enthralled with her, totally under her spell. `Now, this is how the night should have began in the first place,' he thought.
The blonde wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck and pulled him closer. He was utterly hypnotized by her womanly charms. Then unexpectedly, she pulled him closer to her and tasted his lips with her own. She reluctantly broke the heated kiss to stare into his sparkling blue eyes.
"I don't even know your name," he whispered into her ear.
Meanwhile at the other end of the club, Goten was busy sampling every flavor of daiquiri that the Blue Planet had to offer. So far, he'd tried strawberry, banana, liquid cocaine, fuzzy navel, peach, mango, tropical fruits, sangria and coconut-pineapple. Only nine more flavors to go and he could officially say that he'd tasted every flavor of daiquiri that the Blue Planet sold.
Poor Goten, the room began spinning and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to urinate. He hopped of his barstool and staggered to the bathroom, all the while humming `We Gotta A Power' loudly to himself.
~*~*~
"Oh...Here I am kissing you and I haven't even told you my name, you must think I'm a total-"
"No, not at all," Trunks interjected.
She brought her hands up to the back of his neck, running her fingers through the silken lavender locks and smiled that smile at him again.
"My name is Trunks...Trunks Briefs," he told her, returning the grin.
"I'm..."
"BRITNEY!!!" bellowed a belligerent drunken male voice. "Get uhwaay from fhat purdy boooy. Yous my gurl!"
Towering an intimidating 7'2" was one of the biggest mother fucker's Trunks had ever laid eyes on. He grabbed Britney's arm, forcing her back into the growing crowd.
"How dare yoouus, I'm gonna rips of yourz head und shit down yourz nexs!" Bullied the possible beau.
"Is that what you think?" Trunks smirked.
The giant lunged at Trunks. Cocking back his right fist, he put all his weight behind that right hook. Trunks just stood there, with that Vegeta smirk, making no attempt what so ever to defend himself. The fist made contact with Trunks' chin. Somehow, over the music, crunching bones could be heard and the giant beau fell to his knees, clutching his now shattered knuckles and weeping like a newborn babe.
Trunks bent down close enough so that the wailing giant possible beau could hear him. Then Trunks simply stated, "You punch like a girl."
The moment those five words were spoken; it was as if it signaled an apocalyptic chain of events. Testosterone fueled by alcohol flared to life starting a massive bar room style brawl in the club.
It was as if every male at the Blue Planet was intent on proving their manhood by pummeling Trunks. As if that was possible! He dodged each attacker easily, mere child's play and before he knew it he could hear police sirens screaming in the distance.
`Kuso, we gotta get out of here. Where'd Goten go,' he thought.
As if on cue, Goten drunkenly stumbled out of the men's room and met up with Trunks.
"Dude, you didn't save any for me?" Goten slurred.
"You're wasted!" Trunks accused.
"Well...maybe I wouldn't be if you hadn't decided to run off and play kissy face with Miss Boobs!"
The police swarmed in the club through every possible exit. Trunks had no choice but to create an alternate way out. He grabbed Goten by the wrist and dragged him to the opposite side of the club. Summoning the necessary amount of Ki, he blasted a man size hole into the wall. The two made their escape into the dark alley emerging right in front of a small shop. "The Other Side" tattoo parlor to be precise.
"Hey Goten, exactly how many fruity drinks did you have?" asked Trunks mischievously.
Goten looked at his fingers and began counting off his drinks on each digit. Then he got to ten and plopped down onto the ground and started to remove his shoes to count the remainder of the drinks on his toes.
"Eww! Never mind Goten...Hey, remember when we were ten and you wanted to get a tattoo?"
**sings loud and off key** "Give me two pina coladas. I need one for each hand..."
"GO-TEN!"
"Huh?"
"Dude, were you just singing Garth Brookes?"
"So, what if I was. It's a very nice song. Bulma likes that song," chuckled Goten.
"Quit talking about my mom like that!!!"
"Man, your mom is hot."
"Shut-up! Didn't we have this talk already tonight?"
"Huh?"
"Hey I got an idea, why don't you get a tattoo of my mom's name on butt!"
"Fine, maybe I will!"
"Fine, I'll even pay for it!"
Being the son of Vegeta, Trunks had inherited some of his father's bad temper and a tad of his father's overly dry sense of humor. He pulled the intoxicated Goten into `The Other Side' tattoo parlor and piercing pagoda. Besides, Goten had been quite the pain in the ass so far this evening. Why not return the favor, ne?
TO BE CONTINUED...
In the next installment of the Mischief Makers will Goten go through with getting a tattoo and good Kami, who else could they possibly run into that they know. Tsk, tsk, tsk...and more law breaking? Bad Trunks! Bad Goten!
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Chapter 5...Hentai's Amuck & Blue Planet Brawls
By: Ember Maxximus
.
.
.
The mischief makers strolled into the earsplitting, smoke filled central room of the gentlemen's club, only to be met head-on by the club's two extremely large behemoth bouncers. "There they are, get `em!" shrieked the uglier of the two, while pointing in Trunks and Goten's general direction. The teenage saiyan hybrids sunk into battle stance. There was absolutely no chance in hell that they were going down without a fight. No chance.
"Goten, don't hurt `em, just knock `em down on their asses. Then we high tail it for the exit."
"Hai, wakatta Trunks." **Yes, understood Trunks**
The burly bouncers headed straight towards the hybrid youths like a pair of out of control rabid rhinoceroses. Trunks and Goten braced themselves for impact, however the colossal bodyguards had their sights set elsewhere. They flew past the youths to a small disturbance near the stage.
"Get your filthy paws off my..." began the exotic dancer **smack**. She punched the old bald ecchi in the face, breaking his red sunglasses.
Like veteran football studs, the bouncers tackled the old man to the floor.
"Roshi!" growled the uglier of the two bouncers. "How did you get in here? Have you gotten so senile as to forget that you and Porky have been banned for life from the Naughty Kitten?"
Meanwhile, Oolong was down on all fours, stealthily sneaking towards the exit.
"Eek!!! The piggy has a camera," screamed a female voice.
"Run Oolong, run! You've been spotted! Don't let `em get the camera!" yelled Master Roshi as he fought tooth and nail against the bouncers. He grabbed the pair by the hair and slammed their foreheads together. They fell to the floor unconscious.
Seeing his chance, Master Roshi bee lined it for the exit as fast as his aging bowed legs would carry him. He burst through the Naughty Kittens' front doors in a colorful blur of red, blue and green. The loud Hawaiian style shirt ruffled against his bony body.
Out front, at the curb, he dove head first into the capsule air car's front seat. Oolong shifted the vehicle into gear with the experience of a seasoned getaway driver and tore down the street like a bat out of hell. Master Roshi stuck his right hand out the window, middle finger extended triumphantly, and flipped off the Naughty Kitten.
Trunks and Goten stared at the entire scene in utter disbelief. Was this the revered Master Roshi that Goku and Krillin had constantly sung such wonderful praises about. Good Kami, what is the world coming to?
The two demi saiyans strolled out of the strip club and walked down the crowded streets of Satan City's downtown party district. "Hey Trunks, let's go to a regular club. How `bout it dude?"
"I think that that's the best idea you've had all night long, Goten"
They didn't have to travel far. At the end of the block stood a very trendy, very loud nightclub. The club's parking lot overflowed with cars. Giant neon blue letters read `Blue Planet' above the building's main entrance.
"You wanna go in there, Trunks?"
"Yep," grinned the lavender haired bishounen.
Once again, for the second time this evening Trunks proudly displayed the Joe Kawaii false credentials, while Goten flashed Gohan's old driver's license. The only difference this time around was that the doorman wasn't interested in playing twenty questions. He merely took the cover fee and allowed the youngsters to enter the Blue Planet.
Inside the club was a rainbow of moving lights. Sweaty bodies of beautiful people bumped and grinded away on the many dance floors. Loud techno music reverberated of the walls; one could literally feel the music.
The two had barely even been inside the club for maybe a total of five minutes when a beautiful blonde approached them. Trunks appreciatory took in the glorious sight of her, starting with her clear hazel eyes then roaming over her hourglass figure. Wow, she was hot! For all he knew, she could've just walked straight out of an MTV video. The fuscia halter-top she wore showed of her ample bosom and the flare bottom hip huggers clung to her curvaceous derriere like a second skin. Then she smiled, it was like pure sunshine.
"I've never seen you here before," she purred.
"It's my first time here," Trunks blushed.
"Aww, how sweet, a Blue Planet virgin. Well, let me be the first to deflower you. Ooo, this is my jam. C'mon let's dance."
She took Trunks by the hand and guided him to the center of the main dance floor.
"Uh, yeah Trunks...I'll catch up with you later. If you need me, I'll be at the bar having some fruity drinks," Goten called after his oblivious friend.
They danced against each other. Bodies close, so very close. Trunks was completely enthralled with her, totally under her spell. `Now, this is how the night should have began in the first place,' he thought.
The blonde wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck and pulled him closer. He was utterly hypnotized by her womanly charms. Then unexpectedly, she pulled him closer to her and tasted his lips with her own. She reluctantly broke the heated kiss to stare into his sparkling blue eyes.
"I don't even know your name," he whispered into her ear.
Meanwhile at the other end of the club, Goten was busy sampling every flavor of daiquiri that the Blue Planet had to offer. So far, he'd tried strawberry, banana, liquid cocaine, fuzzy navel, peach, mango, tropical fruits, sangria and coconut-pineapple. Only nine more flavors to go and he could officially say that he'd tasted every flavor of daiquiri that the Blue Planet sold.
Poor Goten, the room began spinning and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to urinate. He hopped of his barstool and staggered to the bathroom, all the while humming `We Gotta A Power' loudly to himself.
~*~*~
"Oh...Here I am kissing you and I haven't even told you my name, you must think I'm a total-"
"No, not at all," Trunks interjected.
She brought her hands up to the back of his neck, running her fingers through the silken lavender locks and smiled that smile at him again.
"My name is Trunks...Trunks Briefs," he told her, returning the grin.
"I'm..."
"BRITNEY!!!" bellowed a belligerent drunken male voice. "Get uhwaay from fhat purdy boooy. Yous my gurl!"
Towering an intimidating 7'2" was one of the biggest mother fucker's Trunks had ever laid eyes on. He grabbed Britney's arm, forcing her back into the growing crowd.
"How dare yoouus, I'm gonna rips of yourz head und shit down yourz nexs!" Bullied the possible beau.
"Is that what you think?" Trunks smirked.
The giant lunged at Trunks. Cocking back his right fist, he put all his weight behind that right hook. Trunks just stood there, with that Vegeta smirk, making no attempt what so ever to defend himself. The fist made contact with Trunks' chin. Somehow, over the music, crunching bones could be heard and the giant beau fell to his knees, clutching his now shattered knuckles and weeping like a newborn babe.
Trunks bent down close enough so that the wailing giant possible beau could hear him. Then Trunks simply stated, "You punch like a girl."
The moment those five words were spoken; it was as if it signaled an apocalyptic chain of events. Testosterone fueled by alcohol flared to life starting a massive bar room style brawl in the club.
It was as if every male at the Blue Planet was intent on proving their manhood by pummeling Trunks. As if that was possible! He dodged each attacker easily, mere child's play and before he knew it he could hear police sirens screaming in the distance.
`Kuso, we gotta get out of here. Where'd Goten go,' he thought.
As if on cue, Goten drunkenly stumbled out of the men's room and met up with Trunks.
"Dude, you didn't save any for me?" Goten slurred.
"You're wasted!" Trunks accused.
"Well...maybe I wouldn't be if you hadn't decided to run off and play kissy face with Miss Boobs!"
The police swarmed in the club through every possible exit. Trunks had no choice but to create an alternate way out. He grabbed Goten by the wrist and dragged him to the opposite side of the club. Summoning the necessary amount of Ki, he blasted a man size hole into the wall. The two made their escape into the dark alley emerging right in front of a small shop. "The Other Side" tattoo parlor to be precise.
"Hey Goten, exactly how many fruity drinks did you have?" asked Trunks mischievously.
Goten looked at his fingers and began counting off his drinks on each digit. Then he got to ten and plopped down onto the ground and started to remove his shoes to count the remainder of the drinks on his toes.
"Eww! Never mind Goten...Hey, remember when we were ten and you wanted to get a tattoo?"
**sings loud and off key** "Give me two pina coladas. I need one for each hand..."
"GO-TEN!"
"Huh?"
"Dude, were you just singing Garth Brookes?"
"So, what if I was. It's a very nice song. Bulma likes that song," chuckled Goten.
"Quit talking about my mom like that!!!"
"Man, your mom is hot."
"Shut-up! Didn't we have this talk already tonight?"
"Huh?"
"Hey I got an idea, why don't you get a tattoo of my mom's name on butt!"
"Fine, maybe I will!"
"Fine, I'll even pay for it!"
Being the son of Vegeta, Trunks had inherited some of his father's bad temper and a tad of his father's overly dry sense of humor. He pulled the intoxicated Goten into `The Other Side' tattoo parlor and piercing pagoda. Besides, Goten had been quite the pain in the ass so far this evening. Why not return the favor, ne?
TO BE CONTINUED...
In the next installment of the Mischief Makers will Goten go through with getting a tattoo and good Kami, who else could they possibly run into that they know. Tsk, tsk, tsk...and more law breaking? Bad Trunks! Bad Goten!
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