Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Ravenpan 
"I'm NOT female, I just happen to be occupying such a completion of DNA that dictates this form!" She shouted at him crossly.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 06.15.2004 | Updated On: 06.15.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 533 | Status: Work In Progress
"I'm NOT female, I just happen to be occupying such a completion of DNA that dictates this form!" She shouted at him crossly.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 06.15.2004 | Updated On: 06.15.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 533 | Status: Work In Progress
Innocence is Futile
Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter Eight
July 27
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She tried to stay awake, watching over him. Not like she could have done anything to protect him, but if he needed anything she could have gotten it for him. It was nearly dawn as her eyes fell closed, and by noon, she was fallen on her side, her back still to the door, still cuddled up in her blanket and now sound asleep.
Goten groaned, rubbing his eyes and squinting in the sunlight, groaning. "Wher'm I...?" he yawned. He sat up, rubbing his eyes again, and looked around. He sort of remembered how he got there, then saw Trunks and sighed.
He stood up, opening the balcony door and picked her up. She sighed in her sleep with a small yawn, but didn't wake.
Half asleep, and disoriented, he stumbled through the apartment to Trunks's room, and lay her on the bed. Hovering for a moment, not sure if he was going to make it out of the room, or fall on the bed.
Oblivious, Trunks just sighed and snuggled up to her pillow a bit, curling up a little more inside the blanket.
"Well.. thanks," he whispered, then stumbled to his own bedroom, stripping off his pants and laying on his bed, falling back to sleep once more.
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Late afternoon, Trunks woke up and blinked, seeing she was in her room. She rolled her eyes, and pushed off the blanket, still dressed from dinner the night before, her hair messed up some. She ran a hand through it, pulling out the pearl clip, and stumbled her way to the kitchen, looking to see if, even though there was no coffee, maybe they had some caffienated tea.
Goten wandered out, hearing someone stumbling around the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, just in his boxers, scratching his stomach and yawning. "Need help?"
"No you just sit down, ah, found the tea," she mumbled, pulling out the box and tossing it on the counter, going to fill the kettle, her feet shuffling along the floor all the while.
Goten came in and stood against the table, watching Trunks... particularly her legs. "You sure you don't need any help?"
"You can get down the mugs?"
"Oh, okay," he did it.
Trunks put the kettle on the stove then sat at the table head on her arms. She knew there wasn't any food in the house, she'd bite the bullet and go food shopping later - she wasn't about to ask Goten to.
Goten put his head down on the table and put his arms over them. "My head hurts..."
"Thats what you get for drinking over half a case of beer," Trunks sighed.
"It was only fourteen cans..." Goten argued unsuccessfully.
"Which is four over half.
"Just get me the bottle of Advil and stop hounding me," Goten whimpered.
"Woof," She got up with a yawn and turned off the kettle before it sang. She grabbed a chair and brought it in front of the stove to stand on, so she could reach the painkillers kept above it.
Goten peeked out. "Girl."
For that, he got the advil chucked at him. "I'm trying to be nice here, Chibi, don't push your luck."
It hit Goten on the top of his head. "OW!" he shouted, rubbing the spot. "You're female, have sympathy!" he stated.
"I'm NOT female, I just happen to be occupying such a completion of DNA that dictates this form!" She shouted at him crossly.
"Not so loud," Goten whimpered, lowering his head again.
She sighed and got down off the chair, pouring some tea for Goten and putting the chair away before she went to go take a shower and clean up.
Goten looked at the bottle. "Ages 12 and up, take 2. Not enough," Goten stated and he downed what was left of the bottle.
Luckly it was only down to six.
Half an hour later, Trunks re-emerged, clean, dressed in a pair of well fit jeans and blouse, hair blown dry, and light makeup on her face. She grabbed a pad and a pen off the counter and instantly went about checking into cabinets and the fridge to see what they needed.
Goten head was still down on the table, eyes closed, breathing very peacefully... the empty Advil bottle in front of him.
Trunks blinked... "Goten...?" she put a hand on his shoulder - seeing the empty bottle, and unable to recall just how much was in it.
Goten whimpered a bit, his eyes fluttering, but didn't wake up.
"Goten?" She shook his shoulder a bit, worry starting to flit her features.
"Jus ed e slee," he muttered, digging his head into his arms a bit more.
"Goten." she shook his shoulder more roughly - "How many did you take?!"
"Boddle..."
"How many were in the bottle?!" Trunks was really getting worried now. "Oh Dende, don't tell me you overdosed! You're a fucking Pharmicist, how could you do that?!"
"I'm fine... jus led me slee."
Trunks shook him hard, "Wake up, damnit - at least lemme check your pupils!" her voice was filled with panic, but she knew if they were even and reacting, he didn't overdose... and she didn't know if he had or not - every moment was precious.
Goten's head lolled back and his eyes flittered open. "Trunks, I'm tired," he whined.
"Or overdosed," she bit out, grabbing his chin and holding his face up so she could see his eyes in the light.
Goten whimpered and squinted his eyes shut. "Too bright..." he whimpered.
"Open them or I'll knee your crotch," she ordered, panic still lacing her voice, but also frustration.
Goten whimpered and cried a bit. "What did I do wrong?" he asked.
"You downed a bottle of pills in your amazingly intellectual manner, and I'm TRYING to make sure whether I need to call the doctor. Now, OPEN!"
"Turn the light off first..." he whimpered. "I need the light to check your pupils. C'mon Chibi, it'll only take a minute,then I'll tuck you in, okay?"
Goten sighed, then worked to open them into slits, the light really hurting.
Trunks frowned slightly, "All the way, I can't see your pupils.
Goten worked one eye open... that was the best he could do.
Trunks shaded it slightly then let her hand go away, making sure it reacted. "Good, now the other one."
"You already saw one eye, you don't need the other." Goten whimpered.
Trunks brought her knee to rest gently on Goten's crotch. "Open or I press."
"OK OK OK!" Goten cried out, both eyes opening wide in expectation of pain.
She looked at them, then shaded them and checked their reaction time, then stood pulling on his arms. "Off to bed with you. Damn bastard, scaring me like that."
"But I didn't do anything wrong... I'm over 12... I'm 28... I need more than two... my head hurts!" Goten complained.
She tried to pull harder, trying to get him out of the chair, "You took a bottle and didn't tell me how many you took, you could have gotten yourself seriously ill!"
"I didn't tell me how many were in there... i just took the bottle, that's all."
"Never take a whole bottle again, what if there was enough for an overdose, huh?!" she pulled harder, "Get outta the damn chair!" she was frustrated with her inability to pull him out, stupid weak body.
Goten stood up, but then promtly fell over, right on Trunks - knocking them both to the ground, "Get off me, you're fucking heavy, man!!!"
Goten lifted his head, giving Trunks a sleep smile. "You're cushy."
She slapped him, "I said off!" she blushed deeply
Goten pulled back, rubbing his cheek. "Sheesh, give a girl a compliment," he was starting to wake up a bit now.
"I'm not a girl, now get off me before I make you wish you took a full bottle of pills," she growled, still blushing furiously.
"You still look like one," Goten stated, working to stand up.
She scowled, "I don't care."
Goten stretched his back out, stumbled forward a bit, then chuckled. "I think I'm gonna just lay on the couch for a bit..."
"Fine, you do that, I'm going to go shopping.
Goten flopped onto the couch, his legs hanging over because he was too tall for it. "We're out of Advil," he remarked, closing his eyes.
"Bite me," she muttered turning back into the kitchen to finish invintory.
"Where?" he yawned.
"ARAUGH! You're impossible!"
"But you love me anyways," Goten stated sleepily.
"I'll be back later, dumbass," she sighed, grabbing her keys, and the list, and heading to the door. "Try to be normal when I come back."
But Trunks words fell on sleeping ears. Fast asleep on the couch, Goten slept peacefully. When sleeping, he looked like the child that everyone always said he still believed he was.
Trunks looked to see, and smiled slightly. She moved to pick up an afghan, and put it over his sleeping form before slipping quietly out of the apartment, locking the door behind her.
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Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter Eight
July 27
***
She tried to stay awake, watching over him. Not like she could have done anything to protect him, but if he needed anything she could have gotten it for him. It was nearly dawn as her eyes fell closed, and by noon, she was fallen on her side, her back still to the door, still cuddled up in her blanket and now sound asleep.
Goten groaned, rubbing his eyes and squinting in the sunlight, groaning. "Wher'm I...?" he yawned. He sat up, rubbing his eyes again, and looked around. He sort of remembered how he got there, then saw Trunks and sighed.
He stood up, opening the balcony door and picked her up. She sighed in her sleep with a small yawn, but didn't wake.
Half asleep, and disoriented, he stumbled through the apartment to Trunks's room, and lay her on the bed. Hovering for a moment, not sure if he was going to make it out of the room, or fall on the bed.
Oblivious, Trunks just sighed and snuggled up to her pillow a bit, curling up a little more inside the blanket.
"Well.. thanks," he whispered, then stumbled to his own bedroom, stripping off his pants and laying on his bed, falling back to sleep once more.
*** *** ***
Late afternoon, Trunks woke up and blinked, seeing she was in her room. She rolled her eyes, and pushed off the blanket, still dressed from dinner the night before, her hair messed up some. She ran a hand through it, pulling out the pearl clip, and stumbled her way to the kitchen, looking to see if, even though there was no coffee, maybe they had some caffienated tea.
Goten wandered out, hearing someone stumbling around the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, just in his boxers, scratching his stomach and yawning. "Need help?"
"No you just sit down, ah, found the tea," she mumbled, pulling out the box and tossing it on the counter, going to fill the kettle, her feet shuffling along the floor all the while.
Goten came in and stood against the table, watching Trunks... particularly her legs. "You sure you don't need any help?"
"You can get down the mugs?"
"Oh, okay," he did it.
Trunks put the kettle on the stove then sat at the table head on her arms. She knew there wasn't any food in the house, she'd bite the bullet and go food shopping later - she wasn't about to ask Goten to.
Goten put his head down on the table and put his arms over them. "My head hurts..."
"Thats what you get for drinking over half a case of beer," Trunks sighed.
"It was only fourteen cans..." Goten argued unsuccessfully.
"Which is four over half.
"Just get me the bottle of Advil and stop hounding me," Goten whimpered.
"Woof," She got up with a yawn and turned off the kettle before it sang. She grabbed a chair and brought it in front of the stove to stand on, so she could reach the painkillers kept above it.
Goten peeked out. "Girl."
For that, he got the advil chucked at him. "I'm trying to be nice here, Chibi, don't push your luck."
It hit Goten on the top of his head. "OW!" he shouted, rubbing the spot. "You're female, have sympathy!" he stated.
"I'm NOT female, I just happen to be occupying such a completion of DNA that dictates this form!" She shouted at him crossly.
"Not so loud," Goten whimpered, lowering his head again.
She sighed and got down off the chair, pouring some tea for Goten and putting the chair away before she went to go take a shower and clean up.
Goten looked at the bottle. "Ages 12 and up, take 2. Not enough," Goten stated and he downed what was left of the bottle.
Luckly it was only down to six.
Half an hour later, Trunks re-emerged, clean, dressed in a pair of well fit jeans and blouse, hair blown dry, and light makeup on her face. She grabbed a pad and a pen off the counter and instantly went about checking into cabinets and the fridge to see what they needed.
Goten head was still down on the table, eyes closed, breathing very peacefully... the empty Advil bottle in front of him.
Trunks blinked... "Goten...?" she put a hand on his shoulder - seeing the empty bottle, and unable to recall just how much was in it.
Goten whimpered a bit, his eyes fluttering, but didn't wake up.
"Goten?" She shook his shoulder a bit, worry starting to flit her features.
"Jus ed e slee," he muttered, digging his head into his arms a bit more.
"Goten." she shook his shoulder more roughly - "How many did you take?!"
"Boddle..."
"How many were in the bottle?!" Trunks was really getting worried now. "Oh Dende, don't tell me you overdosed! You're a fucking Pharmicist, how could you do that?!"
"I'm fine... jus led me slee."
Trunks shook him hard, "Wake up, damnit - at least lemme check your pupils!" her voice was filled with panic, but she knew if they were even and reacting, he didn't overdose... and she didn't know if he had or not - every moment was precious.
Goten's head lolled back and his eyes flittered open. "Trunks, I'm tired," he whined.
"Or overdosed," she bit out, grabbing his chin and holding his face up so she could see his eyes in the light.
Goten whimpered and squinted his eyes shut. "Too bright..." he whimpered.
"Open them or I'll knee your crotch," she ordered, panic still lacing her voice, but also frustration.
Goten whimpered and cried a bit. "What did I do wrong?" he asked.
"You downed a bottle of pills in your amazingly intellectual manner, and I'm TRYING to make sure whether I need to call the doctor. Now, OPEN!"
"Turn the light off first..." he whimpered. "I need the light to check your pupils. C'mon Chibi, it'll only take a minute,then I'll tuck you in, okay?"
Goten sighed, then worked to open them into slits, the light really hurting.
Trunks frowned slightly, "All the way, I can't see your pupils.
Goten worked one eye open... that was the best he could do.
Trunks shaded it slightly then let her hand go away, making sure it reacted. "Good, now the other one."
"You already saw one eye, you don't need the other." Goten whimpered.
Trunks brought her knee to rest gently on Goten's crotch. "Open or I press."
"OK OK OK!" Goten cried out, both eyes opening wide in expectation of pain.
She looked at them, then shaded them and checked their reaction time, then stood pulling on his arms. "Off to bed with you. Damn bastard, scaring me like that."
"But I didn't do anything wrong... I'm over 12... I'm 28... I need more than two... my head hurts!" Goten complained.
She tried to pull harder, trying to get him out of the chair, "You took a bottle and didn't tell me how many you took, you could have gotten yourself seriously ill!"
"I didn't tell me how many were in there... i just took the bottle, that's all."
"Never take a whole bottle again, what if there was enough for an overdose, huh?!" she pulled harder, "Get outta the damn chair!" she was frustrated with her inability to pull him out, stupid weak body.
Goten stood up, but then promtly fell over, right on Trunks - knocking them both to the ground, "Get off me, you're fucking heavy, man!!!"
Goten lifted his head, giving Trunks a sleep smile. "You're cushy."
She slapped him, "I said off!" she blushed deeply
Goten pulled back, rubbing his cheek. "Sheesh, give a girl a compliment," he was starting to wake up a bit now.
"I'm not a girl, now get off me before I make you wish you took a full bottle of pills," she growled, still blushing furiously.
"You still look like one," Goten stated, working to stand up.
She scowled, "I don't care."
Goten stretched his back out, stumbled forward a bit, then chuckled. "I think I'm gonna just lay on the couch for a bit..."
"Fine, you do that, I'm going to go shopping.
Goten flopped onto the couch, his legs hanging over because he was too tall for it. "We're out of Advil," he remarked, closing his eyes.
"Bite me," she muttered turning back into the kitchen to finish invintory.
"Where?" he yawned.
"ARAUGH! You're impossible!"
"But you love me anyways," Goten stated sleepily.
"I'll be back later, dumbass," she sighed, grabbing her keys, and the list, and heading to the door. "Try to be normal when I come back."
But Trunks words fell on sleeping ears. Fast asleep on the couch, Goten slept peacefully. When sleeping, he looked like the child that everyone always said he still believed he was.
Trunks looked to see, and smiled slightly. She moved to pick up an afghan, and put it over his sleeping form before slipping quietly out of the apartment, locking the door behind her.
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