Chapter 15

"Hey, we're going to have to have to talk sometime," Misuki said to the impending silence," and Hisoka went to a lot of trouble, cashed a bunch of favors. Some dating back to the first day we met when I had to borrow a pencil."

"I know," Goten sighed before saying, "Trunks cashed in quite a few favors too."

"What did he say?"

"He started out using more recent ones, but by the time it was over he'd cashed in favors from when we first met," Goten laughed.

"But you were babies."

"I know. Evidently, when I was a baby I got tired of crying and asked Trunks to scream for me."

"Bullshit!"

"I know. I figured if he was desperate enough to use total bullshit, I'd comply."

"So that's how he got you?"

"No, he didn't give me a chance. He went straight for the kill."

"What did he do?"

"Just went with the ultimate of all favors. The time I broke one of Vegeta's training devices, and Trunks took the blame. It wasn't pretty. The Vegeta you see today isn't the Vegeta back then."

"You've not seen the scary Vegeta."

"How would you know?"

"Because, I saw it on the television. It was in the episodes before Bulma got with him."

"What do you mean? What was he like?"

"I really shouldn't say anything. You might say something to Trunks who would in turn question Vegeta. Vegeta might then return to anger from suppressed emotions and buried memories."

"I won't tell. I promise! Was he like 'skinny Majin Buu' evil?" Misuki flipped the loose, flowing strands away and looked casually into Goten's eyes.

"No, he was worse, but not as bad as Frieza. I'm sure your dad and brother told you about that fight. Anyway, Vegeta killed his partner Nappa because he couldn't beat Goku! And, even before that, he burned cities, blew up planets, tortured people in the range of billions, and worst of all…"

"What could be worse!" Goten was shocked and hanging on Misuki's every word.

"…worst of all…he…he…when…when he went to a restaurant…the waitress gave him too much money and…and he didn't give it back!"

Goten's eyebrows snapped together, and his mouth hung slightly open. He stared at Misuki with a look that could only be described as a combination of horror and bewilderment. "You have GOT to be kidding me."

"Yep. About the waitress thing I mean. The first part was true though. Totally true! Look at the road."

"Uh. O-kay," Goten said glancing from her back to the road. "Anyway, can you tell me what this is all about?"

"Well, besides the fact that we totally got Trunks to pay for us to go out to dinner, and the fact that you look really hot in that suit, I sent Hisoka on a little mission," she said emphasizing the last word.

"What kind of mission?" Goten asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I'm just starting a little collection," Misuki said nonchalantly.

"What kind of collection?"

"Oh, nothing important. Just an apparel collection."

"Just who's apparel are you collecting?"

"Vegeta's, Goku's, yours, and Trunks'," she said mildly. "Though we already have numerous articles of clothing from both you and Trunks."

"Howdo youhave our clothes?" he asked pulling into a parking lot of some fancy restaurant.

"Well, we have Trunks' shirts," she answered eyeballing the restaurant as if it were demonic, "and you can't tell me that you didn't notice any of your clothes missing when you got dressed the morning after our little party."

"Huh? Oh! I get it! You have my…" Goten spoke right before his stomach growled.

"Under shirt? Can I ask you something? Is there anywhere around here where we can get a decent burger? I'm starving."

"What? Don't you wanna go to-Ma…Mon…ah hell! Whatever that sign says?"

"Not particularly. I'm hungry, and I don't mean for those foreign foods they serve at 'Monsieur De Ville's Café.'"

"Are you sure you're a woman?"

"The last time I looked I still was. That wasn't nice! Just because I'd rather have a burger and fries as opposed to someexpensive plate with a name I can't even pronounce, doesn't mean anything!"

"I wasn't saying it was bad! Honest! I was just making sure that you weren't some kind of goddess taken form from my thoughts. I swear, the last chick I went out with all she wanted was this foreign crap. Hell, with not being able to pronounce the name I didn't know what was in it. Then, like thirty minutes later, I would drop by and grab a burger because I'd be starving. Then, she would call me a barbarian. And to think she wonders why I broke up with her!" Goten exclaimed pulling out of the parking lot while shaking his head.

"You know, it's presumptuous little bitches like her that give us bad names!"

"Hey, I know this place that has the best burgers, but it does carry some unsavory characters. If you don't want to go, we don't-"

"A few grunts aren't enough to keep me away from a good hamburger. Come on, I'm hungry. Pick up the pace a little." Misuki busted into laughter.

"What?" Goten asked glancing at her.

"I was just laughing at the fact that I have picked up a few habits from Miss 'I was only doing 80 in a 35, officer' Hisoka."

"80? In a 35?"

"Yeah! And she wonders why she doesn't have a license. Nah, I'm just kidding. She knows why she doesn't have a license. She says she has issues, well needs…no a need. A need for speed that is!" Misuki laughed.

"Has she always been that way?"

"Yep! Well, as far as I can tell from what her mom told me. And what her mom told me was that even when she was a child and couldn't drive she was like 'Put the petal to the metal, Daddy!' Her mom says maybe she shouldn't have watched so much Nascar when she was pregnant."

"Okay! Note to self: Don't let Hisoka drive my car," Goten grinned.

"Actually, she is probably a better driver than you. She handles cars well at extreme speeds, but then again, so do I." Misuki smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"I just can't believe they went to so much trouble to get us out on a date."

"It's almost too good. I wonder what their ulterior motives are?" Misuki asked eyeing Goten with mild skepticism.

"Heh, we know what Trunks' motives were, but what bout Hisoka?" he smirked.

"Trunks' motives? What are Trunks' motives?" Misuki asked innocently.

"Well, you know, um, he's whisper…and she's whisper so whisper…and of course he wants to…um…what did you say Hisoka's motives were?"

"What did you…? Oh! He wants to…kink-y-y-y! Uh! Anyway! It's no use trying to second guess Hisoka. We could be here all night and still not get it!"

"Ahh, here we are," Goten said pulling into a parking lot crammed full of motorcycles.

"The…Naughty…Dawg."

"Yep. Like I said earlier it has unsavory characters, but the best burgers you'll ever eat."

"If a Son is saying that, then it's got to be good." Misuki said as Goten got out and came around to open her door.

"Your cuisine awaits milady." He spoke in a fake British accent as he winked at her.

"Hot diggity damn. One of them fancy-shmancy restaurants." Misuki spoke with a forced, thick southern drawl. Goten chuckled as he led Misuki into the bar. While they walked through the bar an uneasy feeling prickled the back of Goten's neck as he noticed the amount of gazes collected upon them. He led Misuki to a corner booth, facing the doors and glanced around as they seated themselves.

"You know, I'm starting to think this wasn't the brightest idea I ever had," he said looking at Misuki.

"Just don't look at them, I mean, are you gonna let a couple of grunts get in the way of a good burger? I'm not."

"Okay. Just take your own advice and don't look at anyone, because as soon as you do, there will be a fight."

"Wha-"

"Yo, Goten. 'Sup? I was surprised. Ya don't bring a girlie in here often. Kinda threw me and Shooter," said a shaggy haired man in his late twenties.

"Hey, Shiro. Thought I'd show her one of the finest establishments in the world. Misuki-Shiro, Shiro-Misuki." Goten said winking at Misuki sending her the innuendo that it was okay to look at Shiro.

"Nice ta meet cha, ma'am," Shiro said extending a tattooed arm to Misuki.

"Nice to meet you too, Shiro," Misuki said turning her full gaze on him.

"Whoa…I mean, Goten, you've really done it this time. Which I'm not sure is a good thing," Shiro said turning his gaze to bunch of unscrupulous looking fellows. "The natives are restless."

"I noticed," Goten said never glancing away from Shiro.

"Just watch yourselves. Now, what can I get you to eat?"

"A hamburger with everything on it except onions and French fries," Goten said before looking at Misuki. "What do you want?"

"I want a hamburger with cheese, ketchup, mustard, and pickles. French fries also."

"Aight, be right back," Shiro said leaving and returning a few minutes later with their food. "Here ya go." Goten handed Shiro money in an amount unknown to Misuki. "But, this is…"

"Think of it as a gift from Trunks," Goten chuckled.

"Oh!" Shiro laughed.

"Misuki, you won't tell Trunks…" Goten said as he turned to Misuki who had taken a rather large bite of her burger and was chewing fast and trying to swallow to answer the question.

"Won't tell Trunks what?" she asked after finally swallowing.

"Oh! Just about...the bodies I buried in his backyard." He remembered that Misuki didn't know the amount of money he had given Shiro because they didn't use zeni where she was from.

"Oh, um, Goten," Misuki said looking in front of her to the ugly mugs of the approaching band of bikers.

"Relax. It was a joke. I was really talking about the money Trunks gave us that I gave Shiro."

"No. They're coming over here." One of the four bikers walked over to Misuki and placed his hand on the back of her seat, while another one walked up to Goten.

"Your gal's awful dolled up to be in a shit hole like this," the one with the flaming red hair said to Goten.

Another one in the back looked at Misuki and said, "Why don't cha come with us. We'll treat ya real real nice."

"How about you get your ugly mug out of my face before I punch it?" Misuki retorted.

"Come on darlin'. I'll make you feel real good," he said as he reached over, grabbed Misuki's burger, and started chowing down.

"That's enough!" Goten screamed. Before Goten reached his feet, Misuki was up and upper cut old red-head in the stomach, decked the one who had his hand on the back of her seat and looking down her dress, smashing his noseto make the satisfying noise of breaking cartilage, and threw the one who had been eating her burger onto his faceand planted her foot in his groin. Goten recovered in time to k.o. the fourth biker by means of a nut punch that lifted the asshole up two feet before he could assault Misuki. She dusted her hands off and looked at Goten, who stared back for a minute before asking, "What happened?"

"No one," Misuki said emphatically, "I repeat: no one touches my hamburger!" Goten and Misuki exited on the increasing bewildered looks from the occupants of "The Naughty Dawg."