Chapter 10
Ten minutes later in Misuki's room: "God, Misuki what is all this?" Hisoka rhetorically inquired.
"There's one here, here, and here and over there. Whoa, there's one under there too!" Misuki laughingly exclaimed.
"Hey, I got one here and here. Shit! They were busy boys!"
"What the hell are we gonna do?" Misuki questioned. "We can't leave the room like this! We're covered in hickies!"
"I don't…wait! I have an idea! Hand me that sheet," Hisoka said just before grabbing the sheet and artfully wrapping it around her body.
"How did you learn to do that? It looks like some kinda…dress…a Greek one!"
"Heh, heh, heh! Well there's nothing to it. In the manga and anime world, everything looks good, even a sheet!"
"Brilliant! And it covers up all the hickies!"
"Just stay here. I'll be right back."
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"How are we gonna explain why I'm here?" Goten asked.
"I don't know. We'll figure something out," Trunks answered.
"I cannot believe we've done this." Goten just shook his head.
"Done? I can't even remember most of…no…half of what I've done!"
"Don't worry! If she's pregnant, you'll make a fine daddy!" Goten said patting Trunks on the back.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
Suddenly there came a knocking at the door.
"What the HELL do you want?" Trunks screamed as he opened the door.
"What the hell do I want! Well, I would like for a certain somebody to stop yelling at me!"
"Sorry, what do you want?" Trunks questioned trying a pitiful attempt at sounding mild.
"I need shirts, two of them, preferably as high-collared as you've got."
"Why do you need shirts, you look perfectly…Why the hell are you wearing a sheet?" Trunks said finally looking at Hisoka who had quirked a brow.
"Well, we need shirts, because some people went a little hicky-happy!" She said pulling the sheet away from her throat.
"Does Misuki have as many…" Goten began.
"Not as many, but these are only a few," she said glaring at Trunks , who in turn simply shrugged while still bent over the task of searching for suitable shirts.
"Here," Trunks said handing her the shirts, "you take this one."
"Why 'that one'?"
"The neck lines higher." He said looking down at her shirt. "Damn your shirt's too low," he finished while trying to pull up her shirt.
"I beg your pardon," Hisoka said incredulously.
"What did you fart?" Goten asked looking at Trunks.
"NO! 'I beg your pardon' as in I can fix my own shirt!" She said removing the sheet and putting on the shirt, "Urghh, some of them still show. Bye!" She growled walking from the room.
"That's weird." Goten stated.
"What's weird?"
"She kind of reminded me of Piccolo with the way she was dressed in the sheet and all."
"The hell she did. More of a Greek goddess."
"Greek, hmm. Well at least I know she gets to ya. I'm hungry!"
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"Here," Hisoka said dryly handing Misuki the shirt.
"What's wrong with you? You left all smiles and giggles. Now you're more 'blahgh'!" Misuki said sticking out her tongue as she made the noise.
"Ahhh, Trunks yelled at me, again. Let's head down to the living room."
"O-kay. You do remember that Trunks yells at you all the time don't you. That is a most peculiar habit, you know."
"I know I just don't want him to yell at me."
"Oh! I wondered why it was up setting you. We get yelled at all the time."
"You know, since we arrived here, it seems like all everyone ever does is yell at us. When we were back home no one ever yelled at me! As far as anyone ever knew I was a good child."
"Ha! As far as anyone ever knew is the key phrase in that statement! You were just as wild! You're just more public now."
"Am I slipping? Am I not sneaky anymore?"
"Slipping hell!" Youou looked over the side of the sneaky building and jumped! Head first! Hell we both did!"
"When we got here, I thought I changed, but now that I think about it, maybe I am just a more open version of myself." Hisoka said confused yet happy.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Cool, I'm hungry."
"Starved."
"You said Trunks yelled at you, but what exactly did he say?"
"Okay, well, he said, 'What the hell do you want,' before he even got the door all the way open, then, 'Sorry, what do you want,' which he said not even looking at me. Then, when I asked him for shirts he said, 'Why do you need shirts. You look perfectly…why the hell are you wearing a sheet!' Then he told me I had to, 'take this one,' and when I asked why he just tried to adjust the necklines higher and said, 'Damn, your shirt's too low,' whilst trying to pull up my shirt!" Hisoka finished just as Misuki fell into fits of laughter. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Nah-nothin'," Misuki laughed.
"What?"
"H-h-he actu-actually said that?"
"Yeah, but what's so funny?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Sure. Okay, it's later. Now tell me!"
"He actually tried to adjust your shirt?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I think that means he doesn't want other men looking at your…"
"Hickies! He's probably embarrassed."
"Yeah, okay. Let's go into the living room."
"Oh!" Hisoka said as Bra launched herself into Hisoka's arms.
"Yay, sissy Hisoka!" Bra cheered.
"Hey, Bra!" Misuki greeted.
"Hello, aunt Misuki! Sissy Hisoka, can we go play a game?" Bra asked innocently.
"For a couple of minutes, then auntie Hisoka and I have to have a talk with Trunks and Goten."
"Okay!" Bra guided both girls into the living room. "I wanna play this one, and this one, and this one, and that one, and this one…"
"Bra, one game!"
"Okay," the little girl sighed.
"Let's play this one," Misuki suggested.
"I don't wanna that one!"
"Well, what do you wanna play?" Misuki asked.
"Guess."
"I'm not guessing that'll take too long."
"Guess!"
"Bra, we won't be able to play a game if we spend the whole time guessing," Hisoka said scaring herself as to how much she sounded like her mother.
"Okay," Bra said jumping into Hisoka's lap. "Hey, why are you wearing Trunks' shirt?" she asked pulling down the collar. "Hey, what's that?"
"It's…um…uh," Hisoka started glancing around to find a laughing Trunks leaning against the door frame, "Oh! Trunks and Goten are here! Sorry, we didn't get to play a game. Oh, hey! I know, why don't you see what your daddy is doing?"
"Okay," Bra said crestfallen as she walked out the door.
"Trunks, what are you laughing at! This is all your fault!" Hisoka screamed.
"My fault! It was your stupid idea!"
"Yeah, but they're all your hickies!"
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen (yes, yet again!).
"Daddy!" Bra screamed at the top of her lungs.
"What, princess?" Vegeta asked concerned about her tears.
"Waaaaah! Go beat Trunks up!"
"Whay? What did he do?"
"He beat up sissy Hisoka!"
"What!"
"He beat her up! She's got bruises all over her neck! Then I asked her who beat her up, and she sent me to find you and yelled at Trunks that it was all his fault! Now, go beat him up!" Bra continued her crying.
"Alright," Vegeta said trying not to laugh. "I'll go beat him up. You just go and play."
"Oh, and, Daddy, don't beat him too bad."
"Okay." Vegeta kissed Bra on the forehead and stepped out.
"Okay, let's try to remember what happened. Exactly," Misuki said thoughtfully.
"From the beginning," Hisoka said glaring at Goten and Trunks, "We know how we started drinking, but who originally started the drinking."
"I…uh…well…we did," Goten said," Yeah, we did, yes definitely US."
"Okay, so know that we've ascertained who started the drinking. Why did you start drinking?" Misuki asked.
"We…uh…were…um….DAMN IT, TRUNKS TELL THEM!" Goten stuttered.
"Hahahahahahah….We were telling stories," Trunks laughed, " About you two!"
"What!" Hisoka screamed.
"Hisoka, I think…I think they're trying to tell us that we drove them to drink," Misuki said dumbstruck.
"Hey, it wasn't you! It was just events indirectly linked to you!" Goten amended.
"Don't worry about it Goten, she's not mad at you," Hisoka stated calmly," So! I think I know what story Trunks had to tell, but what was your story?" Hisoka interrogated assuming the Gibbs position from N.C.I.S.
Goten squirmed under the intense stares of Hisoka and Misuki, all the while spilling his story about Pan, coming here, Vegeta, and well just everything.
"You guys were getting drunkover that?" Misuki questioned.
"Well, we didn't intend to get drunk!" They protested.
"Pfft…er..Bri…er…Hisoka…I…need to have a word with you," Misuki said only barely maintaining a straight face.
"Affirmative," Hisoka said straight-faced.
Hisoka and Misuki walked from the room into the hallway, earning curious glances from Goten and Trunks, who then said, "Did you get the feeling we we're being interrogated?"
"Yeah, did she really say affirmative?"
"Yeah, I was kind of afraid."
"Yeah, I could tell. I wonder why they need to talk…" Trunks started just as Misuki and Hisoka roars of laughter erupted from the hall then died out.
"Okay, now, back to business," Hisoka said upon entering the room.
"Right!" Misuki chimed happily.
"Sit down." Trunks said calmly.
"Okay!" Misuki and Hisoka said wide-eyed and nervous suddenly.
"We have the story all the way up until you came in," Trunks stated in an accusing tone.
"We…er…I…Hey! Stop talking to me like you're my brother! I have three brothers the last thing I need is another one!" Hisoka yelled.
"I…Ewwe…Don't ever call me your brother again,"Trunks said shuddering, "Ah, just answer the question."
"I…er…we…er…. Hey! You're the one's who offended my honor! Can't hold my liqueur…Pfft," Hisoka blurted out, but when she looked at Trunks, who had raised an eyebrow, she continued," Okay! Damn it! I was upset! And you just poured alcohol on a fire! Literally!"
"Why were you upset? Who upset you?" Trunks asked with a murderous look.
"Damn it, Trunks! You did!" Hisoka screamed, but then continued more mildly. "I want to know why the hell you're always yelling at me? Do you think I purposely beat your dad? If ya do, I got news for you, honey, it was either do or die!"
"I don't…Hisoka, I need to talk to you later," Trunks said kindof dumbstruck. "Okay, so why were you drinking?" Trunks, Goten, and Hisoka asked at the same time.
"Who? Me?" Misuki said looking left to right and pointing to herself. "Well, it was…uh…there," she answered stubbornly.
"Why were you drinking…" Goten started.
"Oh, leave her be. You'll never get it out of her," Hisoka sighed. "She can be quite stubborn when she wants to be."
"Okay. So now we need to figure out what happened while we were drunk," Goten stated.
"Well, I remember not drinking too much," Misuki stated.
"Not much? Five and a half bottles and counting. You drank more than us!" Goten said bemused.
"We've drank more. I remember karaoke," Hisoka remembered.
"I remember catching you," Trunks said smiling.
"I only have one question." Hisoka looked at Trunks.
"What?" he responded.
"How did you learn to dance like that? It was almost like stripping without the stripping." Trunks now turned bright red. Hisoka now looked at Misuki with a devilish grin and sang, "The way you shake it…"
"I can't believe it. I ain't ever seen an ass like that," Misuki continued.
"The way you move it. You make my slinky go…"
"Da do-ing do-ing do-ing," they both laughed.
"What the…?" Goten half asked.
"Don't worry about it. It's a song. Maybe someday I'll sing it. It's quite funny actually." Misuki laughed at Goten's confusion.
"Okay. Then I remember Goten asking if I wanted to go streaking," Trunks said still a little red.
"Then they wanted to go," Goten picked up.
"Then the list."
"Then the Mr. Bubbles."
"Then the race."
"Hey! You guys were suppose to race us…on foot…not race against each other holding us…while flying!" Misuki added in.
"I remember a hicky competition," Trunks continued.
"Then making out."
"Wait! Your tongue was in my mouth," Hisoka said pointing to Trunks.
"Yeah, my tongue was in your mouth, but yours was in mine as well," Trunks winked to Hisoka who had flushed scarlet.
"It gets a little fuzzy from there, but does anyone else remember being kicked out of the living room by Vegeta and Goku doing the Can-Can?" Misuki put in.
'I seem to recall something of the sort," Trunks bemused.
"I remember Vegeta smacking my ass and saying, 'Get on outta here lil' doggie!'" Goten added. Suddenly, an awkward silence fell across the room like a plague of death.
"So…um…how about that weather?" Misuki questioned awkwardly.
"Yeah…er…so I think I have to go…do…Hell I just hafta go!" Hisoka said tearing out of the room. All she could remember happening next involved eggs, cars, and a really nice t.p. arrangement.
"Um…yeah…me too," Misuki said fleeing in terror at the memory of Vegeta tying her hair to a pole.
"What was that all about?" Goten laughed.
"I dunno," Trunks said just before busting into laughter.
"What? It wasn't that funny!"
"Nah, it's just that I don't know how to take them. One minute they're streaking and the next they're blushing over hickies."
"Yeah, you're right. I just can't figure them out! They're definitely not like most girls."
"How right you are! If Misuki was like most girls, she would have either slapped you or thrown her body at you."
"Hey! But you are right. I gotta give ya that. You know what I can't figure out?"
"What? Why you haven't woke up from a coma after she slapped you so hard after saying the Campbell's Soup line?"
"Well, there is that, but I want to know why the Lion statues were wearing their bras!"
"That's a good question," Trunks laughed.
"I also want to know how you knew which bra was Hisoka's?"
"Easy, it matched her panties," Trunks shrugged.
"And how did you know which panties were hers?" Goten asked eyeing Trunks slyly.
"That's an awfully short skirt and…ah hell! Why am I explaining myself to you!"
"Trunks, I never knew! Who would have thought you were as big a perv. as me!" Goten thumped Trunks loudly on the back.
"I'm not as bad as you! But I'm sure as hell not saint!" Trunks said grinning wickedly. "You wait right here. I'll go get us a drink…a non-alcoholic drink.
"You do that," Goten laughed, "King of the hickies!"
"I'm guilty, I'm guilty! But what can I say to the world's biggest perv., Sir Bones-a-lot."