Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter Seven
July 26
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"I can't believe I have to go to this dinner," Trunks grumbled, sitting on the couch in the livingroom at capsule corp, trying to figure out how to get the strappy heels on that went with the newest tea-length dress her sister'd gotten her. Her hair was cut a little differently now, just a little longer in the front than it had been, though the back had been kept a bit short, and she had one side clipped back with a pearl pin. Makeup, perfume...the whole nine yards. "Stupid shoes... BRA!!!!"

Bra was in the hallway looking in the mirror, putting in a pair of pearl earrings that went with her outfit. "Yes Sister Dear, what's wrong now?" she asked in an amused tone.

"First off, QUIT calling me 'Sister Dear', for the N'th time, and second... I can't get these straps done," she muttered the last under her breath.

Bra chuckled and walked over, her arms crossed. "And just HOW are you trying to get them on now?"

"By putting my foot in them?" She bit back.

"Did you stretch the straps out before you put the foot in?"

"I tried to?" She held up the shoe. "Can't I just wear those pump things Mom wears?"

"Trunks... MOM wears them. That's ENOUGH of a reason," she scoffed like it was the perfect answer.

"But... Mom's a girl...?

"Mom... is MOM! She's like, 60, Trunks! You wanna wears shoes that a 60 year old wears?"

"They look a hell of a lot more comfortable than these things you're making me wear."

"Trust me... they look horrible."

Trunks sat back and stuck her foot in the air, "Fine, you put 'em on me then - cause I give up."

Bra sighed. "Fine. But watch and learn, big sister." She grinned and easily slid the shoe onto Trunks' foot.

"How'd you DO that?!

"I told you to watch!" She hit her over the head with a pillow.

"Hey, watch the hair!" she fended off the pillow as best she could. "I was watching, you went too fast." She held up the other shoe. "Show me again?"

Bra sighed and did it again... VERY slowly.
,br> Trunks watched, then blinked. "...Oh....you're supposed to pull that thingie back..." she blushed sheepishly.

"How does Goten put up with you?!" Bra cried, going back to the mirror.

Trunks grinned and looked down at her shoes. Hey, at least she didn't have to wrestle with them anymore. "I'm housebroken?"

"That's probably your best feature," Bra muttered.

"Actually no, it's my legs," Trunks held one out before her and looked at it, then shrugged and pushed herself to stand carefully, brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt.

Bra blinked, then turned. "Who told you that?"

"Huh? Told me what? I'm a guy, I know good gams when I see them," she lied.

"Goten told you that, didn't he?" Bra teased.

Trunks just shrugged, but her blush betrayed her as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get it to lay back down the way it was before Bra bapped her with the pillow.

"Uh oh.... I think Goten has a crush on you..." Bra teased more.

"EW!!!" Trunks shuddered. "Bra, stop it, I have to live with him, that's just gross!"

Bra cackeled. "Oh, this just gets better and better..."

"You suck."

"No, but apprently you're going to be learning to," she smirked.

Trunks snarled. "One more word out of you and I'm going to make your life hell."

"Word."

"DAD!!!!!!!!!"

"Trunks, leave your sister alone!" a stern voice barked back.

"But SHE'S the one picking on ME!!!!!" Trunks complained.

"Hn." was the only reply.

"Damnit, this is SO not fair, you always hated me didn't you," she muttered, going to the mirror and trying to figure out the clip on earrings.

"No, but you just present yourself as an easy target," Bra said, moving over so Trunks could share the mirror.

"I don't see how being picked on by YOU dear sibling, makes me an easy target for everyone else on this fucking planet! It's like, I grew boobs and lost any sense of credibility I ever had! ARAUGH!"

"Ah, but you grew such a nice pair of boobs," Bra chuckled.

Trunks just growled, then squeaked, "Ow!" and pulled off the clipon that had gone too far to the edge and pinched her ear. "Fuckin stupid... grr."

Bra sighed. "Want me to peirce them?"

"What're you crazy?!? That involves NEEDLES!"

"You clip those on hard enough, you'll pierce them yourself."

"Then I'm not wearing them," she put them back into the box.

Bra rolled her eyes. "No matter what form you are in, you're still impossible."

"Thank you," She grinned and stepped back, smacking her lipsticked mouth and used her piinkie to wipe off a smudge near the corner of her lip.

Bra just shook her head. "Love you too, Sis."

"Stop calling me that, Brat."

"Sis, sis sis sis sis sis!"

"Bra, stop picking on Trunks, it's time to go," Bulma appeared in the entryway, dressed for dinner. She called over her shoulder, "VEGETA!!! It's time to go!"

"I'm coming, Onna!" a voice barked back, and Vegeta walked into the room, wearing a tuxedo and tugging at his tie. "I swear, one day..."

"Do you REALLY need me there, Mom? I mean, I don't think they'll buy the whole, 'niece Trina taking place while Trunks is on hiatus' thing is going to work."

"We've had this conversation already, Trunks."

"I know, this is my last ditch effort to just go home, steal some of Goten's sweats, and lay around the house scratching my belly," Trunks smirked.

"Play with your boobs, you mean," Bra stated.

"Hentai bitch."

"Trunks, language."

Vegeta slapped Trunks over the head. "Be quiet child."

"OW!!!!" she rubbed at her head. "Fine," she grumbled, trying to fix the clip in her hair. "let's just get this over with."

Bulma sighed, "My sentiments exactly."

"How come Bra didn't get slapped!?"

Bra smirked as she walked over and kissed Vegeta's cheek. "Because I'm his princess... OW!" she cried as Vegeta bapped her head as well. "DAD!"

Vegeta smirked and walked to Bulma. "Let's go."

Trunks smirked and followed as her Mother led them out

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Goten was leaning his back against the couch, sitting on the floor while playing Halo. There was an empty pizza box, a few empty beer cans scattered around, a sixpack nearby, and a half-drunk beer can next to him. He was just in his jeans, no belt, no shirt, no socks, messy hair - muttering at the game.

He growled, threw down the control, breaking it... finished off the beer, opened a new one and fished out another controller from the box of them they kept, and plugged it in, starting over.

Trunks finally got home, her feet aching from the strappy heels. She sighed, putting her key in the door and opening it, noticing the room was a bit dim, no light except the television. "Goten?" she called, flicked on the light.

"What." his voice was slightly slurred, his mind totally focused on the game.

Trunks blinked, seeing at least a six-pack of open beers scattered around the room, and even her human nose could catch the smell in the air. She closed the door, putting on the locks, and set down her purse, sitting on the arm of the couch, working to try and figure out how to get her shoes OFF. "You're drunk..." she observed.

"Not yet, but I'm trying," Goten muttered.

"Goten...."

"What," he growled.

Trunks meeped, and worked off the one shoe, going after the other. "Uh... I guess I'll just go to the kitchen and make some coffee....." She was very well aware that in THIS body... she couldn't take a saiyajin style temper tantrum.

"We're out of coffee."

"Weren't you going for groceries today?"

"Yeah, what about it."

"Wasn't Coffee on the list?"

"I lost it."

"You lost the list...?" Trunks blinked, getting her other shoe off and going to the Kitchen - looking around in the cubbords and fridge. It was as bare, if not more so, than it was when she left that morning. She returned to the livingroom, curling her feet up under her as she sat on the edge of the couch away from Goten. "You didn't go for groceries, did you?"

"Oh no, I went for groceries," Goten had bitter resentment in his voice.

"Is this why you're drunk?"

"No," Goten finished the beer and cracked open another.

"Is this why you're TRYING to be drunk?"

"No," Goten said amiably.

"There's something you're not telling me."

"Yeah."

"Gonna?" Trunks raised one plucked eyebrow.

Goten just sighed and started hitting the controller button harder.

"Goten...."

"What."

"I'm going to risk my life right now, because I'm your best friend." She stated, getting up and taking away the beer can, as well as the sixpack beside him, starting to walk away with them.

"Put the beer back, or you won't live."

"Goten, you don't need anymore, you've already drunk one sixpack," she motioned to the other cans, setting what she'd taken away, down on the dining table.

"I'm a saiyajin, it takes a little more than a sixpack."

Trunks sighed. "Damnit, Goten."

"Don't make me walk over there, Trunks." Goten's voice was low, and filled with threat.

Trunks just swallowed and brought the just started can back to Goten, hoping he'd just stop with that one... she'd never been afraid of him before... but she'd always been on par with him too, as far as strength went.

Now, she was like a twig, easy to break.

Goten threw the controller down in frustration, giving up on the game. He snatched the can from her, drinking it down, crumpling it up, and throwing it back on the floor before walking in to the kitchen table.

Trunks jumped as he did so, then followed, her bare feet padding lightly on the floor. "Okay, new tactic, Chibi. Let's start from the begining, you said you lost the list?"

"Yeah."

"Where'd you lose the list?"

"Probably somewhere around the deli department." Goten had a very sarcastic and angry tone.

"There's more. Isn't there?"

"Ooo wow, guess you're still a genius even if you ARE a girl," Goten bit out again in a quite sarcastic tone.

"Chibi... what happened?" Trunks moved to sit down in a chair across from him.

"So I'm just walking to the deli department, minding my own business," he cracked open another beer can. "And who should I see there, but Paris... Now we weren't going to get together today - but I figured that, seeing it was her, I would go over and say hello. But. As I came closer I heard her talking to someone else - who should be standing there, but the assisstant manager of the store."

"What's so bad about that?"

"They weren't talking about bologna." Goten growled.

"Bad vibes aleart," she said under her breath. "What were they talking about?" she asked in a more normal tone.

"They were talking about how wonderful dinner was last night - the same night I was supposed to go out, but suddenly she had a headache," he growled.

Trunks blinked. "Uhm.. maybe he's her neighbour and brought her something to eat?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm just gonna..." he sighed and went after another beer can.

Trunks's well manicured hand reached out and took the beer can back. "No more, Goten."

"Trunks. Give me it back."

"No."

"Give it back to me!"

"You've had enough!"

"I SAID - GIVE IT BACK!" Goten went super saiyajin with the typical whoosh that threw things around.

Trunks squeaked in startlement, dropping the can as she was knocked out of her chair by the rush of wind. She stubbornly got back to her feet and reached out for the can and pulled it toward her, "NO!"

"Fine, I'll go get my own," he started walking toward the balcony.

"Not as a super-saiyajin you're not," she thought quickly and grabbed a pan off the counter, wanting at least some semblance of protection, even though she knew from experience it was pointless.

"What are you, my MOTHER!?" Goten spun on her.

Trunks stepped back slightly, then put her hands on her hips. "NO! I'm your fucking best friend turned into a human woman who couldn't think of anything else to grab, it's not like we play baseball - or I'd grab a fucking adamantium bat!" Trunks shouted back.

Goten just stared at her for a second. "Hn." he walked to the balcony door and opened it, pulling a beer from a case that was out there, in a cooler.

"What'd you do, buy out the whole store?!"

Goten just shut the door between them, now sitting himself on the balcony.

Trunks sighed putting the pan down and crossing her arms. After a moment, stepping over empty pizza boxes, she headed for the balcony, opening it and stepping out onto the balcony with Goten. The cold night wind tugged at her dress and hair, and she pushed a strand of it behind her ear, annoyed. Maybe she'd shave her head or something later.

"C'mon, this isn't an answer and you know it," she said softly.

"Well at least it makes me feel better when I do."

"Until you're hurling your guts all over the sidwalk below."

"That won't come until tomorrow."

"You're really determined to drink yourself silly tonight, aren't you?"

"Yep." Goten finished that beer and leaned back on the balcony. He tossed the can into the air and threw a ki-blast, turning it into a little firework explosion as he watched.

She sighed, sitting down with her back against the opened balcony door without a word. "I can't carry you back inside anymore, y'know...." she said thoughtfully.

"I'm comfy here."

Trunks didn't answer, just bringing her knees up and trying to pull her skirt down over them a bit more against the chill night air, hugging them as she just sat outside with him. She didn't want to leave him alone in this state.

Goten turned his head to look at her, and you could tell he was starting to get really drunk, his head lolling slightly. "Go inside, you're gonna get cold."

"Don't wanna."

"Trunks, I'm not going to get up and carry you in. Go inside."

"I'm gonna stay out here with you."

"Why?"

"Because That's what best friends do."

"Hn."

Trunks just rested her head back against the glass and watched the unchanging stars.

After a while, a soft snore reached her ears. She sighed, getting up and going inside for a moment. She returned with a couple of blankets and a bottle of seltzer water. She put the bottle near him, putting one blanket over him against the chill air, and wrapping one around herself as she huddled against the wall again.

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An hour later, Goten groaned and rolled onto his side. "I'm gonna be sick...."

"Told you," Trunks yawned, she'd been slightly dozing. She kicked the bottle of seltzer water closer to him..

"Eehhh ehhh hehhhhh, I think I need to puuuke..." Goten whined, curling up into a foetal position.

Trunks stood, the blanket wrapped around her still and went over to him and rubbed his back, offering him the bottle, "Here, take some of this, slowly."

"Uhhh...." Goten opened his eyes, "Nu uh..." he rolled over and stuck his head off the edge of the balcony - and just let it go. Fourteen cans of beer... and three pizza's worth.

Trunks got the unfamiliar, or was it growingly familiar, squicky feeling of 'yuck' as she rubbed his back, trying to bring him a bit of comfort. She well knew what a bad hangover felt like... though listening to his hurling did kinda make her feel a bit queasy too. She took a sip of the seltzer water.

After a few more heaves, Goten just groaned. "I hate my life..."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"Hey, it's still better than mine," Trunks teased him, offering the seltzer again, if nothing else, to rinse his mouth with.

"But that's part of it," Goten pulled himself to a seated position. "My girlfriend's cheating on me, and my best friend's a girl... when she's supposed to be a guy."

"I'm well aware of this, Goten."

"What'd I do wrong!?"

"Nothing," she shoved the bottle at him again and sat down with a sigh, huddled in her blanket. "You didn't do anything, Chibi - Fate's just having a heyday with us is all."

"I mean... I can understand you being made into a girl, but why'd they have to make you so hot?"

Trunks blushed slightly. Thankfully, she also knew Goten wouldn't remember any of the things he said, and hopefully it was just drunken prattle. "Because I was such a good looking guy they didn't want to mess with perfection?" she teased back.

"You know how hard it is... just sleeping in the same house... when you've got a hot chick living in the next bedroom... and you can't do ANYTHING about it... and THEN, you find out that the girl you're going out with... likes someone else... and you're just speared on both ends!?" Goten flailed his arms around.

Trunks ducked to avoid getting hit. "Uh... you're right, your life does suck." She was now turning a bit of a red shade - this was embarassing. Please just be prattling, please don't really think that, gods this is so fucked up!

"I don't care... I'm just gonna go to bed... and maybe I'll wake up and everything'll be back to normal...." with that he passed out, falling sideways.

Trunks just sighed, tucking the blanket she'd brought out for him a little more around him, leaving the seltzer next to him. She carried the case inside and hid it in her closet, as well as the other unopened beer cans - then went about cleaning up the apartment. Hey, it was worth a shot.

When she finished, she brought out another blanket and put it on Goten, lifting his head and sticking a pillow under it. She huddled under her own blanket, her back against the balcony door, and just curled her knees up.

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