Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Innocence is Futile

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Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky<

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CHAPTER FOUR
June 29
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Trunks was sitting on the couch, her mother having brought over a few outfits, including bras, for her to wear. She was sitting there, trying to figure out how to put it on. "I always got them off, but putting them on... how do they DO this?'" she wondered, trying to figure it out OVER the t-shirt.

Goten was laying on the floor watching in amusement. "I think you just put your arms through the holes, lift the boobs into the slings, then latch it in the back."

"My arms don't bend that way!" She frowned, trying again by just hooking it and trying to pull it over her head.

"Then you'll just have to evolve... think of it like... I dunno... training." Goten kept watching.

"I know... why don't you ask Paris how to put one on?"

"I can show you..." he smirked.

Trunks threw the bra at him.

Goten smirked. "See, this is what you learn when you stay around after the sex," Goten stated, taking one of Trunks' arms and sliding it through the hole.

"I DO stay around after sex...." she grumbled, putting it through. "Why do they wear these things anyhow?" She muttered.

"To keep the boobs from flopping around," Goten said. "And I mean stay around until they get dressed." He put the other arm through the other hole.

"Why would I want to do that?" Trunks asked curiously.

"To learn things." He slid the straps to Trunks' shoulders, then proceeded to lift on of Trunks' boobs into the bra cup.

"Gah!" she pushed Goten away and covered her chest, "What was that for!?"

"I was just showing you how to do it! Sheesh!" Goten said in an exasperated voice.

"Gdgh dch but you didn't need to grab my .. uh... chest structure!"

Goten raised an eyebrow. "Chest structure?"

"Well... y'know... these things," she grabbed her chest and held it up, one breast in each hand.

"Boobs. Then do it yourself. Put them in the cups."

Trunks did so, "Girls have boobs," she muttered.

"Yes they do. Glad you're paying attention." Goten sighed. "Now try and reach behind your back to latch them."

"Goten, I've NEVER been able to reach behind my back to the middle of it, that's impossible!"

Goten sighed and stood Trunks up, turned him around and grabbed his arms, forcing them to go backwards. "Pretend like you're scrubbing your back."

She reached around and finally grabbed them, "Hey, I could do it! Damnit."

Goten applauded. "Good for you. Now you need to do it UNDER your shirt."

"This is REALLY uncomfortable.

"Only got about ten more months," Goten chuckled. He sat on the couch and looked at Trunks thoughtfully.

She pulled it off and tossed it to the side of the couch, curling up on the end she was on, pulling a pillow to hug in front of her full breasts, self-consciously. "What...

"Have you thought about... well... in that form... trying to find out what some things are like?"

"... Things...?" she looked at her best friend dubiously. "What kind of things, Chibi?"

"Well... trying to figure out what women like that we can use to our advantge?" Goten asked, blushing a bit.

"A bra that doesn't itch, constrict and is actually comfortable? I'm not following," Trunks blinked.

"Sex."

She blinked wide. "NO!" She squeaked, shaking her head vehemently.

"But, think about it! I mean, you can learn exactally what women want! Gods, Trunks... this can be, like, a gift! You can write a book and make MILLIONS!"

"You mean like all the books those women write?" She shook her head. "No way, Goten... how about when I get to be a man again, YOU can turn into a girl!"

"Oh hell no, I have to deal with YOUR moodswings, I NEVER want to experience them!"

"Oh SUURE you do! Mood swings, swelly painful Breasts, stomach ache!"

"See, an instant best seller!"

"DAMN YOU FOR BEING AN INSENSITIVE MALE!" she blinked then clapped her hands over her mouth - "Oh gods, I just sounded like Sakura!"

Goten laughed out loud. "I'm not insensitive... I'm just your best friend having a good time ribbing you."

"I don't WANT to be ribbed right now!!!! My stomach hurts!" she whined.

"Then go to the bathroom or something!"

"But I don't need to, I don't want to, do you have any idea how hard it is to pee sitting down?!"

"No, and I don't WANT to know... where does your stomach hurt?" he rolled his eyes.

She put a hand over her lower abdomen, "And I'm getting fat - I think my metabolism's different now!" she complained.

Goten's eyes widened. "Oh shit... Um, Trunks. Yeah. Ok. Um, I'm gonna go over to Paris' for a few days, I think."

"I feel waterlogged damnit," she muttered. "What for?" She demanded, glaring at him. "You BETTER pack up the fridge before you leave!"

Goten whimpered. "Sure... just um... yeah. I'll get the stuff delivered, anything you want. And I'll be back in ten days. I think that's enough time........... yeah."

"Time for what?" she blinked confused. "And chocolate, lots of chocolate triple fudge ice cream," she nodded decisively.

"Whatever you want... and, um... you'll see." He took off for his room, getting a suitcase down to pack really quickly. Come on, Goten.... we're NOT going to deal with this....

Since Goten was using Saiyajin speed, he was almost completely packed by the time Trunks got to his doorway. "See WHAT!?"

Goten gave Trunks a semi-panicked look. "I can't believe you can't figure it out..."

"Figure WHAT out?" she grumbled. "Y'know what, fine. Go be... ugh!" She threw up her hands and stomped to her room, slamming the door. "Fine LEAVE!"

And Goten did just that... like a bat out of hell.