Chapter 16
Misuki opened the door to her bedroom smiling something fierce. She walked into the pitch black room and her eyes automatically fixated themselves on the shadow sitting in the dark. "Just where have you been all night, little missy?" Hisoka said checking her watch. "Why, by my count it is nearly a quarter 'til eleven!"
"Geeze, first Vegeta and now you! Who do you people think you are? My parents?" Misuki laughed.
"Vegeta got to you first?" Hisoka pouted. "No fair! That cheater!"
"Got to me first? Were you having a competition?"
"No…well, not as far as Vegeta knew," Hisoka smirked. "Anyway, on to more important issues!"
"Huh?" Misuki said quirking an eyebrow.
"Yes! More important issues." Hisoka stood next to Misuki, leaned close, and looked at her from the sides of her eyes. "Now, tell me. Just what did you do this evening?"
"Well, we…" Misuki started as Hisoka interrupted."
Skip that! Now, did you get any smoochie-smoochie from Goten?"
"Well, when we…"
"Spare me the graphic details! How many times?"
"Well, once earlier and once before I came inside."
"Hmph," Hisoka sighed as she plopped on her bottom and went back to painting her toenails. "I knew it."
"Who rained on your parade?" Misuki noticed her sudden mood swing. "And besides, why are you painting your toenails…while using Trunks' shirt as a night gown…in my room…at 10:45!"
"Oh, leave me be, you smoochie-smoochie princess!"
"But, this is my room!"
"Geeze, a couple of days with Vegeta and you think you own the whole world!" Hisoka said as she stood up and put the lid on the nail polish. "Oh, and what you wanted is on your bed."
"You actually got it?"
"Of course I did. Who do you think I am?" Hisoka spoke curiously like Vegeta.
"I…I didn't think it could be done!" Misuki exclaimed picking up a shirt of spandexy goodness.
"Of course it could be done! You don't think that I didn't pick anything up from my brothers? Geeze, I can pick locks and lie my way out of situations with the best of them. Well, I'll just leave you with Vegeta's shirt…"
"His favorite training shirt," Misuki growled peering wickedly at the shirt in her hands.
"Yes, his favorite training shirt. Well, there is something I have to do. Bye," Hisoka said walking towards the door.
"Okay, bye…wait, you're just gonna run around like that?" Misuki questioned meaning Hisoka was wearing Trunks' shirt as a night gown.
"No, I'm gonna walk around nude. It's a bit drafty, but hey, I was born that way! Not! Of course
I'm gonna go put on clothes! Bye."
"Bye."
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The next day, Capsule Corps. was in for many, great upsets, though, Vegeta would receive the worst of the attacks. "Damn it, woman! I know you have it! What the hell did you do with it! I know that you have it! Give it to me right now!" Vegeta bellowed walking into the kitchen.
"Now, dear, it's not nice to talk that way at breakfast," Bulma said smiling brightly all the while holding a skillet of scrambled eggs.
"What?" Vegeta asked bemused.
"Oh, darling, you are the cutest! Come over here and have a seat. I fixed you breakfast," Bulma smiled as she put the eggs on a plate and brought them to the table.
"Why are you being so nice?" Vegeta asked skeptically. "Did you poison it?"
"Of course not," Bulma hissed as she smiled through gritted teeth. "Eat the food."
"What's that damned frilly thing? And what the hell's wrong with your eye? It keeps twitching! Are you sick?" Vegeta said as he placed his hand on her forehead.
"No, darling, I am not sick, and this 'damned frilly thing' is an apron." Bulma growled viscously. "I am, however, trying to b more motherly and more like a wife."
Vegeta looked long and hard at Bulma before saying, "Why? Are you entering some kind of lying competition?"
"Why you…" she growled.
Just then, Misuki stuck her head through the door way and asked, "Have you seen Hisoka?"
"No, sure haven't, sweetie," Bulma said once again smiling brightly.
"Oooo-kay," Misuki said before continuing down the hall.
"You are entering a lying contest," Vegeta laughed.
"#3--!"
"Now, dear, it's not nice to talk that way at breakfast."
"You no good, rotten, doughnut eating son of a…" Bulma muttered as she walked from the room on the sound of Vegeta's laughter.
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"You know, you're supposed to think happy thoughts right?" Trunks asked Hisoka. "You have to fly."
"I am thinking happy thoughts," Hisoka growled sitting Indian style in front of Trunks, who was also sitting Indian style.
"Really? Then why are you frowning?"
"Because, I'm thinking happy thoughts, but something else keeps popping into my mind." She murmured while turning her full gaze on him.
"What?" Trunks questioned wondering how it was that she did what she did to him simply by looking at him.
"I don't wanna tell you."
"Well, you said, 'I don't wanna tell you,' not, 'It doesn't concern you,' so I'm guessing it has something to do with me," Trunks said leaning closer.
"That would be correct, sir," Hisoka breathed.
"Good," he said winking then leaning closer.
"Hey, Trunks? You in there? Have ya seen Hisoka? I've been looking for her," Misuki asked tapping on the door.
"Yeah," Trunks sighed, "she's in here. Come on in."
"Oh," Misuki said opening the door, "sorry."
"What ever have you to be sorry for?" Hisoka glared. "What is it you need?"
"Well, I was wondering if you knew where my right boot is?"
"Why would she know where your right boot is?" Trunks hissed impatiently.
"It's under your bed." Hisoka informed.
"But, I looked under there," Misuki protested.
"It's towards the headboard covered up by part of your comforter and hidden by your night stand."
"Oh, okay. Bye."
"Bye," Hisoka said as Misuki left.
"Anyway, where were we?" Trunks refocused.
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Meanwhile, down stairs Vegeta sat at the table mentally engaging himself in a stare off with the food Bulma cooked. "Well, it hasn't moved. That's got to be a good sign, and it's not funny colored, nor does it smell strange. Must be alright," Vegeta said to himself as he picked up a bite of the food.
"Hiya, Vegeta!" Goku shouted loudly as he climbed through the window.
"Dear Lord, it…!" Vegeta screamed flinging the fork down right before he noticed Goku. "Where the hell did you come from!"
"Vegeta," Goku sighed, "I thought we'd already been through this. When a man and a woman love each other and are married they give each other a special kind of hug…"
"Damn it, Kakarot! I didn't mean specifically!"
"Oh, then it's my turn! I have a question!"
"No."
"Please, Vegeta!"
"No."
"Okay, then. Why are your underwear flying on the flag pole?"
"Kakarot, I said no!…what about my underwear?"
"I was just wondering why it was hanging on the flag pole?"
"Hisoka! Misuki! Get your asses down here right now!" Vegeta bellowed loudly, making the windows shake and birds fly out of neighboring trees.
"What, Vegeta, what?" Misuki asked hopping into the kitchen while putting on her other boot.
"What do you mean, 'What'? You know what I'm talking about! don't play stupid with me!"
"Whoa, easy, Vegeta!" Goku coaxed in a pitiful attempt to calm Vegeta's tirade.
"'Whoa, easy, Vegeta,' is right. At his age he's liable to have a heart attack," Hisoka laughed.
"Why, you…I'm gonna…" Vegeta growled.
"Soooooo, Veggie-hunny," Hisoka said as she winked at him, "to what do I owe the pleasure of being so properly called here?"
"Damn it, Hisoka," Vegeta snarled trying to regain control.
"Contrary to popular belief, Vegeta, 'damn it' is not part of my name."
"You know why I'm angry, but just for the sheer hell of it, let's go show everyone else. Lord knows most of the world knows it by now," he hissed as he walked over to Hisoka and Misuki, put hands on their backs, and fairly pushed them out of the kitchen, into the hall, and outside to the flag pole. "That," he scoffed jabbing his finger in the air several times causing Misuki to twitch, "is why I'm so pissed!"
"Then why don't you just invest in making or purchasing a laundry dryer?"
"Why would I need to…oh hell no! this is not where we hang our clothes! And we most certainly did not hang them there! You did!" Vegeta bellowed jabbing his finger at them causing Misuki to jump and Hisoka to glance around mildly confused.
"Who did?" Misuki asked glancing around then looking back at the flag pole where the six pair of underwear flapped in the wind. The pair closest to the bottom had shamrocks on it and said, ' the luck of the Irish.' The next pair up were black and the pair after that had hearts on them and said something about a 'love machine'. The fourth pair had huge stars on each butt cheek and said, 'Superstar'. The fifth pair were a little more complicated. They had huge amounts of writing and pictures. Many phrases could be made out on the boxers some including such things as, 'Chick Magnet' with a picture of a baby chicken stuck to a magnet, 'Honey-buns', and 'Foxy Grandpa'.
"Who did it? Who did it! I already told you to not play dumb with me!" Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Actually, you said, 'Don't play stupid with me' and all I have to say about the very last pair of underwear is…wow…just wow," Goku said as they all laid their eyes on the horror at the top of the flag pole.
"A thong!" Misuki screamed.
"A leopard skin thong!" Hisoka yelled.
"A leopard skin MAN thong!" Trunks said somewhere in between a scream and a yell.
"A thong?" Vegeta said perplexed as he glanced from person to person and laid his eyes on the flag pole for the first time that day. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Womplers! Take me to Womplers! Only watching a pig being slaughtered is going to drive this image out of my mind!" Misuki screamed.
Trunks didn't say anything, but just glanced around and picked up a jagged rock and tried to gouge it in his eye just before Hisoka stopped him.
"Give me," Misuki said trying to pry the rock from Trunks, "that…rock!"
"Why? Just let me kill myself!"
"Why…should you…have the liberty…of killing yourself…before I get…to kill myself?" Misuki yelled just before biting his arm.
"EVERYBODY STOP RIGHT NOW!" Goku screamed in an authoritive tone. Everybody stopped bickering and turned their heads in Goku's direction.
"What! What! Can't you see I'm trying to bore this image from my mind…permanently!" Misuki said waving the rock in Goku's direction.
"It's gonna rain," Goku said cheerfully while walking towards Capsule Corps.
Vegeta, who had finally tore his eyes from the flag pole and stopped screaming looked at Goku and said, "Kakarot, you idiot! The sun's shining! It's not gonna…" Vegeta scoffed just before it started pouring down. All of the participating members ran into the house with the exception of Vegeta who was trying to remove his boxers from the flag pole and was screaming, in between curse words, something about his lucky underwear. Although they tried, no one, save Goku, got into the house in a state anything less than soaked.
"Man, were all wet! What are we going to do?" Hisoka asked.
"I don't know, and I'm cold!" Misuki said. "We don't have anything to change into!"
"Misuki, I'll go get you two some clothes. You," Trunks said grabbing Hisoka's arm, "come with me."
"Uh…o…kay," Hisoka managed to get out as she was jerked up the stairs.
"Come in here." Trunks opened the door and pulled Hisoka after him.
"Do I have a choice," Hisoka laughed.
"Oh," he said glancing to her arm, but still not letting go.
"What do you want?" Hisoka inquired smiling.
"Did you do that? Put my dad's underwear up there?"
"You brought me up here when I am cold and soaked through to the skin…" Hisoka growled
"I noticed," Trunks smirked.
"You did all that…TO DISCUSS YOUR FATHER?" Hisoka screamed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well…" Trunks started. Hisoka turned on her heel murmuring something about a 'damned smoochie-smoochie princess'. "Is this what you were looking for?" Trunks asked as he grabbed her arm and spun her around then leaned in for the kiss.
A few seconds later, after blinking a couple of times, Hisoka laughed. "You…"Giggles uncontrollably…missed."
Trunks blushed scarlet as he stuttered out an answer, "I…well…I…and you're…and I'm…I'm used to…well… kissing much shorter girls."
"So you missed! And instead hit my neck?" Hisoka giggled before slapping her forehead and saying, "Well, Hisoka ol' girl, it was what ya asked for!"
"You know, I did miss. So, ya know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think we should practice," Trunks said gathering her in his arms, "right now." Hisoka giggled some more, but only just before Trunks silenced it with a kiss.
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"Vegeta, you dumb-ass! Haven't you got enough sense to get out of the rain?" Bulma screamed out the back door.
"Woman, just leave me alone, damn it! I need to train." Vegeta growled.
"Why the hell do you need to train, huh?"
"So I don't kill those girls," he hissed. "They did it! I know they did it! I knew something was up this morning when I couldn't find my lucky boxers!"
"Vegeta, you get your ass in this house right now before I kill you!"
"Why?"
"because, you'll catch pneumonia training out here in the rain!"
"Will not! And besides, what happened to your motherly act? Give up on trying to fool the relatives at the family reunion?"
"Oh, you!" Bulma stormed back inside. Meanwhile, upstairs in Trunks' room, Hisoka broke away and looked at Trunks with a concerned expression.
"Shouldn't we take Goten and Misuki some clothes?" she reminded. Trunks cocked his head in thought.
He stroked his chin once before responding, "Nah!" He pulled Hisoka tight as he bent down and kissed her ear.
"You missed again," Hisoka laughed.
"Actually, I hit right where I was aiming this time," he whispered as he bit her earlobe.
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"I'm freezing my proverbial balls off! Did they get eaten!" Misuki griped.
"If I know Trunks at times, then you might be able to say that," Goten commented.
"Great. We're down here with hypothermia while those two took a trip to one of Mr. Horny Toad's wild rides." Goten cackled as he wrapped his dripping arms around Misuki and laid his head on her upper back.
"I have an idea! How bout we just wrap up in a big blanket and sit on the floor 'til we dry?"
"Okay, but you'd better keep your pants zipped and your hands right where they're at."
"But, you said you were suffering from hypothermia. Technically we should strip naked, curl under the blanket together, and share body heat." Goten winked as a smirk played on his lips.
"No thanks. I'd rather find other ways to warm myself." Misuki turned her head to Goten's neck and kissed him right below his jaw line.