Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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Innocence is Futile.

Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky

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CHAPTER FIVE
June 30
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The telephone at Capsule Corp rang at 7 am. Bulma, who was already hard at work in her lab, picked up the phone. "Briefs Residence."

"Sorry for bothering you, ma'am - this is Doctor Shimoyama at West City Hospital - there's a young lady here... Trina Briefs? She says you're her aunt. I think she may be a bit uhm... off. You see, there's nothing wrong with her, but she's convinced it's about the end of the world. Do you know any such woman?"

Bulma just sighed, "Yes, what is she complaining about?"

"Well, she told the ambulance she was hemorraging. They thought it was a miscarriage - but the thought of even having sex freaked her out."

"Don't tell me she's just got her period?"

"That's what it seems to be, ma'am."

"Put. Her. On. The phone."

"One moment," there was a sound of bawling, then a sniffling female voice got on. "M... Mom?"

"Trunks Briefs. You have had enough girlfriends, your sister, and me to know what a period is."

"But I can't get that, I'm a guy!" she squeaked through sobs.

"No you aren't honey, not for the past few months, remember?"

"I didn't think I could get THAT!!!!"

"That's all a part of being a woman, Trunks. Now, will you please apologise to the doctor. Go to the market, get yourself a box of-"

"But you can't expect me to do THAT!"

"Trunks, you will do it now, or I will send your FATHER."

Trunks meeped.

"Do you want me to send your sister over to show you how to use the things."

"Can't YOU do it?"

"I'm busy in the lab today."

"I'll buy you a farm?"

"I can buy my own. I'll send Bra over, Bye!"

*click*

Trunks only burst into tears once more.

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The nurse having taken care of her, and ushering her out to sit in the waiting area; a tearful Trunks sat on the verge of weeping, waiting for the worst thing possible... okay, second worst.

Her sister.

Bra walked in, saw her, rolled her eyes and sighed. "C'mon."

Trunks got up and walked a little behind her sister, a shorter than she, and quite freaked out.

"Oh God, I can't believe after all the women you've slept with, you don't even know how to handle a period!" Bra muttered.

"I never kept a girlfriend that long...."

"See? Problem number one."

"First Goten, and now YOU?!"

"I'm your sister, I can make fun of you all I want because you'll always love me."

"Will YOU kill me?"

"No, I'm enjoying this. First let's get you some period stuff, and get you some normal female clothes - you look horrible."

"It's just a t-shirt and jeans... and shoes too big."

"I wanna get you into a skirt."

Trunks stopped walking. "No.... NononononononononNO!"

"Oh, well I guess you don't need my help then!" she laughed and walked away.

"NO!" Trunks ran up to her, hugging her arm. "Bra, please... please just let's get that... uhm... stuff and let me go back to hiding in the apartment, PLEASE!"

"One skirt. Wearing it today. And I'll teach you everything you need to know."

"You can wear those when you've got... THAT?"

"Yeah, it's actually more comfortable when you wear a skirt, then your pants aren't tight and making you have wedgies."

Trunks just whimpered, "I'm in hell, aren't I?"

Bra laughed, "C'mon, 'sister'."

Trunks followed, grumbling. "It's bad enough I gotta wear diapers ... now you want me in a skirt?"

"Welcome to womanhood, Trunks."

"I don't wanna be a woman..." she sniffled.

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Trun ks stood before a mirror in the changing area of Bloomingdales. She was wearing a tea-length skirt and blouse ensemble - and looked very much like a girl she would have hit on when she was a guy. "Damn I'm hot!"

"See?" Bra had her arms crossed. "I told you." She had an 'I'm superior' look on her face.

"Do I actually ahve to wear this outside the changing room, though?"

"C'mon you look like someone you'd wanna pick up. At least walk around and look around like a real girl for once, for me? I'm EMBARRASSED walking around with you dressed like you're still a guy."

"But then I'll get hit on!"

"That's the POINT!" she rolled her eyes.

"I don't WANT to get hit on!"

"That's the point of teasing and flirting. You make 'em hit on you, then you blow them off, it's fun!"

"You mean you gusy do that on purpose?"

"Of course, same reason you guys do it to us!"

"... Oh...." Trunks blinked. "But I don't want guys looking at me like that, it's just creepy."

"You'll get used to it. Here, why not try this - this'll REALLY get some eyes," Bra held up an ensamble of a mini skirt and sheer looking blouse.

Trunks just looked at her. "If you make me buy and wear that, just to take me to buy those diaper things, I'll just sit in the tub and bleed down the drain for a week."

"Ew, Trunks! Fine, c'mon, let's pay for this outfit, and we'll head over to the pharmacy."

"Can I at least change back into my other clothes first?"

"No. I told you I want you to walk around like this - you look pretty, Trunks."

"I don't wanna look pretty," she pouted

"One day you will... and then I'll be so proud of you!" Bra vamped. Then she rolled her eyes, "C'mon."

"Damn fucking bitch," Trunks grumbled grabbing her clothes and following.

"I love you too."

Trunks followed Bra to pay for the clothes, keeping her eyes on the floor. She paused, tilting her head slightly. Now THOSE were a nice set of legs. She let her eyes travel upward to find the legs attatched to a nice rear, small waist, great chest.... then blinked at the look of disgust she was receiving - suddenly remembered she wasn't a he anymore, and returned to watching the floor, muttering under her breath all the while.

Bra noticed. She smirked, then grabbed her bags. "Sheesh... next thing I'll find out you're a lesbian," she muttered with a teasing grin.

"I'm a guy, Bra... I'm supposed to like girls," she muttered under her breath.

"You're not a guy anymore, dear, SISTER."

"If you think I'm going to start liking guys just because of this damn fucking sex change you've got another think coming," She glared.

Bra just chuckled. "Wait until your hormones really get going, Trunksie. I can't wait to see you kissing a guy, and liking it!"

"EWW!" Trunks stuck out her tongue and made a face. "DISGUSTING!"

"I'd bet you'd even kiss GOTEN!" she laughed.

"I'll kill him if he even TRIES!"

"We'll just see then..." Bra smirked. "Let's go get you some thongs and bras now."

"I've already got one of those bra things, and why the hell would I want something stuck up my ass-crack!?"

"Because it keeps your underwear line from showing in your tight pants, silly!" Bra laughed. "Unless you WANT the guys to see those granny panties mom loaned ya."

"I'm NOT wearing tight pants! EVER! And uhm... I threw 'em out," she muttered.

Bra turned around. "Dont' tell me you're... if you didn't have.... what do you have your pad connected to?!"

"Y-fronts," she muttered, kicking at the ground with one oversized sneaker.

Bra just rested her hand on her forehead. "We're going to Victoria's Secret.... now..." she stated, grabbing Trunks' arm and pulling her along.

"Hey, that's where all the hot chicks shop!" She grinned and followed.

"And now, so do you," she stated, pushing her new sister into the door. "And can you stop acting like a lesbian for five minutes to shop?"

"But I'm NOT a lesbian, I'm a man trapped in a woman's body!"

The whole store stopped and turned to stare at them. Bra smiled, then spun to stare at Trunks, reminding the newly turned female who their father was. "If you embarrass me one more time, I will make your next year living hell, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, and you know I can," she growled.

The human woman gulped, and slapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn't help but check out some of the women in the store.

Bra went to an underwear table and started to pick through things. "Here, we'll buy one of each type, and you can try them on at home and see what kind you like best, ok?"

"What's wrong with my underwear?" she muttered, frowning at them. She picked up one lacy pair, "I can't even tell which way's front!"

"The string goes up your butt," she reminded him.

"And I'd want to do that... why?"

"Buy... the... fucken... underwear... before .... I kill you," Bra said in a deadly sweet tone.

"You promise?"

Bra just growled.

"Do you promise... if I won't buy this... to kill me?" she looked at Bra hopefully up at Bra.

"No. I will just string you naked in the streets," she swore. "And let everyone stare at you."

Trunks turned a colour that very much clashed with her purple hair. She immediately grabbed one of each and plopped them on the counter, handing over her credit-card.

"I am so going to kill mom when I get home," Bra muttered, tossing some bras to match the panties onto the counter with Trunks' purchases.

"Hey you said nothing about those... things!" she pointed at the bras with a shaking finger.

"You need them. Shut up and sign." Bra growled.

"I'm gonna burn them later," she muttered, signing the slip.

"Not before I show you just why we wear them," Bra stated, a very evil grin on her face.

Trunks just whimpered, accepting the bag and keeping her eyes on the floor after receiving a glare from one woman whose breasts she'd looked at a few moments too long.

Bra pulled Trunks out of the store and started for the pharmacy a few doors down. "I swear, Trunks... how you can sleep with so many women and not know a thing about being one I will never understand."

"It's not like I was doing research on the female... anything!" She grumbled, throwing her hands in the air.

"Well, now's your chance to start." She walked into the pharmacy, heading right for the female aisle.

"I'll.... wait outside," Trunks began to turn around.

"Get in here NOW!" she screeched, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her in.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!"

Bra didn't care. She just dragged Trunks along until they were in front of a tampon display. "Choose. Pads that are uncomfortable, or tampons you stick up there but don't feel."

"You... you mean... and you... " Trunks sputtered, then promptly fainted.

Bra growled and kicked Trunks. "Wake up," she muttered.

Trunks didn't move.

"TRUNKS!" she hissed, kicking again, harder.

Her eyes shot open and she curled away from her, "Geeze, Bra.. you trying to kill me!"

"I thought you wanted me to," she muttered. "Stand up."

Trunks got up, "I can't believe you people have to put stuff up there!"

"We don't HAVE to.... it just makes it easier to take care of. You guys don't seem to mind putting YOUR stuff up there," she pointed out.

"Yeah but... that's different, it's not... " she waved her hands around. "It's alive?"

Bra rolled his eyes and grabbed a package of pads off the shelf. "Fine. Let's get you some new deoderant and toiletries."

"Why can't I just use mine?"

"No. You're a girl now. Your body chemistry is different. They won't work." bra pointed out. "Don't make me buy you makeup..."

"That's another thing, why do you wear makeup? " she asked curiously, obediently following.

"Because it evens out your skin tone and lets you match your face to your outfit," she stated, looking at the deoderants. She pulled one off, a basic powder fresh scent. Nothing too feminine.

"...Oh." Trunks sighed, nodding approval at the scent. At least Bra was being kinda nice.

"Ok, you were cologne, right?"

"Yeah......"

"Well, you're going to have to wear perfume now. Just a different type of alcohol. Find a scent you like. I think some of the male stuff comes in female versions... like Cool Water and Tommy."

"Oh, I already know what I like." She grinned.

"You do?" Bra asked in disbelief.

"Yeah it's called White Shoulders... Shannon used to wear it... or was it Selina.... maybe it was Shantal? I dunno, started with an 'S' it was one of those s-names." Trunks shrugged.

Bra just rolled her eyes. "I can't believe how much of a pig you are." she muttered.

"What? Like you can remember all your boyfriends names?" Trunks shot back.

"Yes I can. You know, I'm surprised some of Goten's good manners didn't rub off on you, living together."

Trunks shrugged, "I dated girls by all those names... I just can't remember who wore what."

"Just get it, and let's go."

Trunks grabbed the perfume off the shelf, and tossed it into the basket, "Okay."

"You know...I can't wait to see you five months from now. You're gonna so turn into a girl, I bet."

"Will not!"

"Alright,I'm making a bet with you now, Trunks. In one year, when it's time for you to be changed back, you'll become a full fledged member of the female race, body and soul."

"That's just sick."

"I've never known you to walk away from a bet."

"What makes you so sure you're gonna win?"

"The bet is for the Red mustang convertable, and the keys ot the summer house in California. I know you Trunks, I'm your little sister."

"What's that supposed to mean?

"Do we have a deal?"

"Fine, deal. Youre gonna drug me, aren't you."

"Nu uh, You're gonna do it yourself, I'm just gonna have fun watching."

"I'm burning the bras when we get home."

Bra reached over and slapped Trunks straight across her breasts.

It knocked them together, and Trunks shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest, "DAMNIT!"

"Now you gonna wear the bras?"

"Fuck you."

"Do one jumping jack."

"Why should I?"

"Trust me, do one. Just one."

"I don't feel like it."

"Do one, or I'll rip your shirt off."

Trunks looked around, seeing several men giving her a look she knew well the meaning... she'd given many a woman that same look. "You wouldn't!"

Bra readched and grabbed the cloth by the collar. "You gonna do the jumping jack?" she put a tiny tear in the collar, her saiyajin strength making it easy, but it was barely noticeable.

Trunks did the jumping jack, then crossed her arms over her full breasts again, "OW!"

"I rest my case," Bra flashed a grin, and gave Trunks back her credit card as they paid for the things and left the store.

Trunks looked at Bra as they hit the sidewalk. "You're evil."

"I'm your sister, of course I am."

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, who could put UP with you?!"

Bra turned slowly and looked down at Trunks. "Probably the same reason you don't have a girlfriend. Because no one can put up with you, either."

"I've only ever been dumped once."

"Yeah, because you're the male jerk who does all the dumping."

Trunks growled crossing her arms. "I hate you," she resorted to wrinkling her nose.

Bra leaned forward and kissed her nose, "and I love you Trunks."

She rubbed at her nose, "Let's just get me home so I don't have to have all these jerkoffs staring at my ass, okay?"

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