Chapter 14
"Whatcha doing M-chan?" Hisoka asked looking worried from the doorway.
"Drawing," Misuki said from the bed where she was laying on her stomach and kicking her feet back and forth in the air.
"Drawing what?" Hisoka asked leaning over Misuki's shoulder bemused at all the red paint.
"Goten." She stated casually.
"Abstract?" Hisoka asked ignoring the evidence that Misuki had been crying.
"It wasn't yesterday."
"Oh! So, I'm guessing under all this red paint is a good picture of Goten?"
"Yep."
"So, what is all this red?"
"Wine, because you know that it wouldn't be blood."
"Naturally."
"But if it were, which it's not, it would probably be from random torture devices such as sporks. But, you know, it is just a guess. Like that 'If you would have thought that if a man spit in a woman's glass and she drank it she would get pregnant, then you would have been about five."
"But, I did…Oh! Right! So if you, which you didn't, had of drawn a picture of Goten then tortured it with a spork and covered it in red paint, which you didn't do, then why did you do it?" Hisoka finished.
"If I had of done it. I probably would have done it because I was mad at him and myself for making me feel this way and for making me act like an idiot."
"Well, in that case I guess we'd best better go see Bulma!" Hisoka said smiling brightly.
"What?" Misuki asked kind of confused.
"Act now and ask questions later," Hisoka said pulling Misuki off towards the lab.
"What?"
"That was key for 'Shut up idiot, you're messing yourself up again'."
"How am I messing myself up?" Misuki asked defensively.
"You can't seem to comprehend the point of no questions can you? Oh, was it this hallway? Or was it that one?"
"It's this one," Misuki said pointing to the left. "Now, what are we going to the lab for?"
"No more questions. All I'll tell you is we need to borrow something form Bulma. Excellent timing there she is now. Hey, Bulma!"
"What? I don't have time to stop, I have to get something from my room. Here walk with me," Bulma said briskly walking down the hallway.
"Perfect! Bulma, can we ask you a favor?" Hisoka said still pulling the depressed Misuki along.
"Sure. Wait, what do you need? You're not going to ask something like, 'Can we borrow your husband?' are you?" Bulmaasked opening the door to her room. "Come in."
"Um…No, no this time…I was actually wondering if we, that is Misuki, can borrow a dress."
"Sure. What kind?"
"She needs a 'little black dress' for a certain recovery mission I'm sending her on."
"Recovery mission?"
"Yes, to recover Goten. She set that whole 'pink' thing up, and now she needs to fix things."
"Oh! So that's why she needs a…hey…Just how old are you two again? You're kind of young for 'that' little black dress."
"Not 'that' kind of little black dress! She's not trying to seduce him. She is merely trying to make him forget about being angry and remember why he used the Campbell's soup line."
"Oh! 'That' kind of little black dress," Bulma said pulling out a black halter dress that was embossed with tiny black beads around the neck and the bottom that started out heavily done, then faded out into the silky satinpart of the dress and around the middle.
"That's perfect," Hisoka said holding the dress up to the dazed Misuki.
"These go with it," Bulma said holding up a sheer scarf, a tiny purse, and a black pair of pumps, all of which were done in the same beadery.
"Oh! Those are great! Are you sure you don't mind us borrowing these?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Besides you keep my husband, my daughter and my son preoccupied. You know Vegeta hasn't broken one thing all week. Not one!" She cheered.
"Thank you. We'll just let you get back to what you were doing," Hisoka said dragging Misuki from the room, "Bye."
"Alright. Bye!"
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"Hisoka, I still don't see why I have to go see that…" Misuki said stepping out of the bathroom wearing the dress, but Hisoka had pulled her long blonde hair on top of her head in to a mass of curly tendrils. Hisoka had allowed pieces to fall down and frame Misuki's perfect face.
"That…wonderful man that subjugated himself to ridicule for the sake of being near you," Hisoka substituted trying to even out the little bit of gold eye-shadow she had used on Misuki that brought out the gold flecks in her eyes.
"I would have said Egotistical, frigid, womanizing, lunatic rake, but that works, too."
"I knew what you would have said!" Hisoka said as they rounded the corner and Misuki's eyes met those of Goten who had been saying something to Trunks about a 'Damn monkey suit'.
According to Trunks, it was a miracle Goten was wearing the thing, hell on the topic of miracles another was the fact that Goten was even here to start with. In fact, the whole date had only taken place on the account of many favors being cashed in by Trunks and Hisoka alike.
"Oh my," Misuki whispered at the sight of the exquisitely tailored Goten, who was wearing a dark black suit and tie that made a stark contrast against the snowy white of the button up shirt.
Goten didn't say much of anything, but more of stood there wide-eyed and gaping like an idiot. When Hisoka had escorted Misuki to the bottom, Goten collected her and tried to escort her outside. In other words they would walk a couple of steps, then he would stop and stare at her then shake his head and continue.
After they left Trunks asked Hisoka, "Do you think it will work?"
Hisoka laughed softly and said, "Heh. It's already working."
"Did you see the way he looked at her? I am serious! I could feel his temperature rise just standing next to him. Kind of makes me worry for Misuki. And what is this about you just fixing her up a little. Sheesh, were you trying to kill him?" Trunks said looking into Hisoka's eyes.
"Yes, I saw the way he looked at her. That was a good sign and don't worry about Misuki, believe me she can take care of herself. And I wasn't trying to kill Goten…Well, not too much."
"Not too much? Oh, I know why I helped them out, but why did you do it?"
"I did it all so the I could have," Hisoka said as she moved closer to Trunks, "…Vegeta all to myself!"
"What!" Trunks asked astonished.
"Just kidding! Besides when are you going to learn that my favorite is…Goku!" She said walking from the room.
"What," a dumbstruck Trunks mumbled sitting down on the couch, still staring at the vacant door.
"Sorry." Hisoka said popping her head in before walking back into the room to say, "I had to agree to say that."
"Oh," Trunks said grinning devilishly.
"Yes," Hisoka said suddenly out of breath, "but I don't like that evil glint in your eye."
"Oh, it's nothing I just had to agree to do this," he said pulling her close.
"What?" she said nervously.
"Oh, just this," Trunks said giving her a wet-willy then running away.
"I'm going to kill you!" Hisoka screamed over the sound of Trunks' laughter.