Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

[ 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 Sixx
July 7
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Goten's Cell phone rang, 1815 hrs., eight days after he'd left the apartment with Trunks.

Goten was in the kitchen of Paris's apartment, working on the finishing touches of a large sandwhich. His girlfriend was out for the week with her family, and had allowed the demi-saiyan to crash there while his roommate dealt with personal issues.

Putting the sandwhich on the table, Goten wiped his hands on his pants and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"You can get your ass home now, it's over," a female voice complained. "Thanks a lot for ditching me, Chibi."

"I didn't ditch you. It was self preservation," Goten stated.

"Bite me." She chuckled. "I'm bored, and I can't take any more of my sister's 'be a girl' lessons! SAVE ME!"

Goten chuckled. "You sure it's over?"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's over, and I swear if it ever happens aga... okay I know it will, but I'm going to kill something and offer it to some kinda god to try and escape it," she smirked audibly.

"Ok... I'm definitely marking my calander to make plans around your fertility cycle," Goten chuckled. "I'll be back in an hour. Want me to get you dinner?"

"Yes. Please. And chocolate." she replied.

"Sure it's over?" he chuckled.

"Yes I'm sure, you wanna see my white damned lace thong!?"

"YOU HAVE A THONG?!"

"I told you, My sister has been evil to me... she threw out all my Guy clothes!!" Trunks growled in frustration. "And she's stronger'n me in this body - which means I can't just throw her out!"

Goten laughed, "Don't tell me she has you wearing skirts, and pretty lacy things."

Trunks was silent.

"She has you in a skirt..."

"Damn thing's uncomfortable too."

"I'm so picking up a camera on my way home, I'll be back in ten minutes," and the line went dead.

"My life is over," she whimpered, then went with a spoon after the triple chocolate ice creame that was left, curling herself up on the edge of the couch with the radio on.

Ten minutes later, she was still in the same position, though the tub of ice creame was empty and sitting on the floor, and she had a pillow under her head while she stared at the manicure her sister'd forced on her the day previous. "Why the hell do they wear this stuff... I still don't get it."

Goten landed on the balcony, a grocery bag in one hand, and some pizza in the other. He kicked at the door, "FOODS HERE!"

Trunks looked up and got up, walking over barefoot to open the balcony door and let him in, "Give me the camera so I can put it into the disposal."

"I'm not telling where it is." He put the stuff down, then turned and stopped. Staring, his jaw dropped - seeing Trunks... as a girl. A hot, well dressed, feminine woman.

"What, do I have lipstick on my nose?"

"What did Bra do to you?"

"Put me through hell," she frowned and folded her arms... inadvertantly supporting herself a bit more.... uh...yeah.

Goten jumped back, "Well, uhm, I... brought pizza. I hope that you... you enjoy it." Okay... being turned on by Trunks BAD BAD BAD thing!

She rolled her eyes, and walked over to the cupboard, standing tiptoe to reach the plates and bring a couple down. "Yeah, whatever."

"I already ate over at Paris's, so help yourself. I'm just going to my room, I'll be out in a minute," as he walked to his room.

"I'm not going to leave you any pizza!" She called, putting a few pieces on her plate.

"Eat all you want!" Goten called back, shutting his room's door, and leaning against it with a sigh. He put his hands to his face. "I am so going to kill Bra...." he muttered.

Determined to make good on her threat, Trunks ate two pieces at once... and couldn't finish them. "Damnit," she muttered to herself, going for a glass of milk from the fridge.

Goten paced his room. "This is Trunks... Trunks is not hot. This is not happening. Just gotta focus... just... no. Can't go back out there like this," he muttered, his pants feeling a bit tight. He couldn't do anything about it either, this was his best friend. This was Trunks and that was just WRONG!

Finished with her milk, she blinked. What's taking him so long? She went over to Goten's room and knocked on the door. "You dead?"

"No! I'm... just... thinking, that's all." he sat on his bed.

"Don't think too hard, you'll give yourself a migrane!" she called through the door with a laugh.

What to do, what to do DAMNIT! I have to go back out there... I can't go out there with a hard on! I can't go out there, I'll never live this down!

Trunks frowned, getting worried at the silence. "Chibi...?"

"I'm fine, just... go finish dinner Trunks, I'll be out in a minute." Goten got up and went to his adjoined bathroom, shutting the door. Fine!

Trunks shrugged, oblivious to what was going on, as she was blind to anything and everything ki wise - feeling so muffled nowadays. She still was having trouble without that sixth sense she used to have. She wandered back to the livingroom and flopped on the couch, putting Halo into the x-box and starting to play, legs crossed, skirt pushed down to cover herself.... cause that was embarassing!

Back in Goten's Bathroom, a very distraught man paced. Paris.. gotta think about Paris... hot legs that go all the way up... Goten undid his pants, pulling himself out and beginning to jerk off.

All the way up. Great ass... Trunks has a great ass too. Gah!, Goten shook his head violently. Not Trunks, PARIS! Think about Paris... Hourglass figure, firm ass... "Mmmm..." Goten sighed, jerking his hand over himself, increasing the pace.

Goten conjured the image of his girlfriend to mind, coming toward him, her clothes falling to the floor as she fell atop them on her bed, straddling him. Kissing him. That's right, Paris...

And the image suddenly shifted, lavendar hair brushing against his cheek as a full mouth connected with his shoulder, licking, suckling, one hand down touching him, driving him wild. Not Trunks! Damnit!... oh fuck it... Goten moaned, jerking faster, so close. Suddenly white hot exploded, and he spilled himself into the commode, jerking his hand against himself, grunting at the vision of a very naked, feminine Trunks.

He gasped for breath, coming down from his orgasm, flushing the toilet and washing his hands. "Ugh... I can't believe I did that," he muttered to himself. "Just a one time thing, never happen again... nobody has to know...."

A few minutes later, a very relieved Goten emerged from his room. He grabbed a slice of pizza and a soda, and went to sit on the couch to watch Trunks play.

"Damn fuckin, stupid ass.. GRR!!!" Trunks moved the controller, as though doing so would get her around the current obstacle in her path of destruction.

Goten just raised an eyebrow. "Having some problems?"

"No."

"Want me to help?"

"....No. DAMNIT!!!" she threw down the controller, then picked it up again as she started the level over.

Goten chuckled, "So... how did Bra get you into the skirt."

"Goten... if you want to be able to fuck Paris tomorrow, I suggest you drop this whole... girly thing."

Goten just put his hands over himself, protecting his sensitive area, then asked again. "So. How DID Bra get you into the skirt."

Trunks put down the controller and turned to see Goten covering the only place she could hurt him anymore. She let out a frustrated growling sigh then went back to playing the game. "She refused to help me buy the stuff I had to get after I left the hospital... unless I wore this shit."

Goten laughed, "Aww, poor Trunks, you're turning into a Girl right before my eyes," he sniffled wiping away a pretend tear.

"DAMN FUCKIN BASTARD BITCHFUCKER!" Trunks threw the controller at the television set, impotently, then attacked Goten, hitting his chest as hard as she could... which was pretty pathetic in her human-state.

Goten just grabbed her arms, realising they were pretty close now. "Uhm.. okay okay.." he laughed nervously. "I'm sorry. I'm just curious as to why you let your sister, of all people, talk you into wearing a skirt."

"You DO know who our father is, right?"

"How could I forget."

"Well, let's just say I have self preservation instinct."

"I don't know if you wanna hear it, but you DO look good, Trunks."

She growled, blushing slightly and pushed away from him, going to put a different game into the controller. KOTOR.

"I mean... you REALLY make a beautiful woman."

"Hn."

"Hey, Trunks... have you ever thought. I mean you could SO take advantage of this right now."

"I'm not sure I want to know where you're going with this," she started playing the game, paying attention to bothit, and Goten.

"I mean... you're a guy in a woman's body. You could find out what women LIKE. Y'know... I mean just THINK about the possibilities here, Trunks!"

"What, like pads versus those tampon things?"

Goten just raised an eyebrow.

Trunks just waved her hand, "Girl stuff, nevermind," she wrinkled her nose as she leaned to the side, trying to get her character around the huge fish thing.

"But I mean, think Trunks. There's stuff you could learn that will REALLY help guys... " Goten smirked.

"I'm not sure, but I think we had this conversation last week - resulting in you running off," She shrugged. "No, I'm not going to go out and have sex with some guy. I'm not gay, Goten!"

Goten sighed. "But you're a girl now... it's not a gay thing... it's... research!"

"Fine, then we can use the second wish on the damn dragonballs to turn YOU into a broad!"

Deja vu.

"I wouldn't look good as a chick, Trunks, and you know it. Come on! If anything, you can make fun of the guys after you get changed back!"

"Uh... why would I do that, again?"

Goten just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Forget it." he said, and got up for another slice of Pizza.

"Just you try walking around with eight pounds of fat on your chest all day, and then tell me it's a good idea to have some asshole touch it!" Trunks called with a huff, putting down the controller and crossing her arms with a frown. "I didn't want to be a girl. I don't like being a girl - and I'll be damned if Bra wins that stupid bet!"

"Bet?" Goten turned, curious as he dripped a bit of pizza oil onto the rug.

"Yeah," She got up and went for a dish cloth, going to clean it up before the rug stained. "Bra thinks I'll turn into an actual girl by the time the year's up."

Goten chuckled. "I think I'm going to enjoy being a spectator on this Brief's bet."

She spat on the floor and rubbed at the stain, "I hate you all," she grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Goten said, flopping back on the couch, his legs hanging over the side.

She pushed herself up and stomped to the kitchen, rinsing out the washcloth and hanging it over the faucet. She returned and folded her arms, leaning against the side of the entryway. "Do you have ANY idea how disgusting this is?"

"How what is?" Goten asked, confused.

"This whole, being-a-girl thing."

"Oh. Well, I'm sure you'll get used to it. All girls somehow do."

She picked up a throw pillow from the chair and threw it at him. "I'm not a GIRL!!"

Goten laughed. "Well, you SURE look like one to me!" he chuckled, smirking. "If I wasn't your best friend, I'd be hitting on you!"

Trunks's jaw dropped, and her eyes popped open wide. "HENTAI!"

"IN GIRL FORM!" Goten pointed out. "Sheesh Trunks, stop being so dramatic!"

"ARAUGH!" She threw her hands up in the air. "It's still me inside, Goten. I... Grr."

"But if I wasn't your best friend, I wouldn't know who You were, Trunks. THINK about it."

She did... for several long minutes, wearing her typical scowl, softened by her more feminine features.

Goten finished his pizza and decided he enjoyed this game. "You know, you look cute when you're angry," he remarked.

"Uah!," her jaw moved a few moments while she searched for a comeback. "EW!" was the best she could do.

Goten laughed. "My gods, you really ARE turning into a girl! You've lost your comebacks!"

"I have not!"

"Have too!"

"I.. uh.. er... " She huffed. "YOUR MOM!" and spun on her heel and headed to the hall toward her room.

Goten burst out laughing and fell onto the floor. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"BITE ME!" she tossed over her shoulder, upset that... well she HAD lost her comebacks, AND that Goten was laughing at her. Nobody laughed at a Briefs but a Briefs...

And, apparently, Goten.

"Where?" Goten shot back between laughs.

She just screamed in frustration and slammed the door to her room shut.

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