Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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Innocence is Futile

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Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky

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Chapter Ten
August 27
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Trunks had come home from her business trip early, and now had the radio on while she was cleaning up around the house, Harvey munching lettuce happily under the coffee table while she vacuumed - wearing only a lacy bra and just as lacey panties... singing along with the radio. It was too warm, so naturally - seeing as Goten wasn't due home until late, as was his wont on friday nights - why not just be comfortable?

Dude, Looks Like a Lady - came on the radio, and Trunks couldn't help but laugh, turning it up as high as she could. Harvey just ignored her as she started dancing with the vacuume, using it intermittantly as a microphone stand for her Steven Tyler impressions.

"Baby let me follow you down, let me take a peek dear - baby let me follow you down, do me do me, do me all night! Baby let me follow you down, turn the other cheek dear...." she sang along, dancing around the vacuume like a pole-dancer, generally dancing such that she'd never actually do in front of anyone.

The door opened and Goten walked in, his other hand forced into his pocket, his eyebrows knitted in seriousness... his face a bit red. He looked up at the commotion and raised an eyebrow.

Trunks was totally oblivious, dancing to the music, stopping at one moment to run a hand up her leg and body, over her chest as she sang and danced along with the music, "Baby let me follow you down, do me, do me, do me, sue me...." she sang along, moving with the music as she went back to using the vacuume.

Goten snorted a bit, watching, then slammed the door shut. "I'm home," he stated, walking towards his bedroom.

Trunks squeaked, spinning around, and quickly grabbing the throw and wrapping it around herself, "You're home early?" she asked, turning off the radio and vacuume.

"Yeah. Get used to it," he muttered, turning instead to the kitchen and going to the fridge. He needed something to drink.

Trunks blinked, something was definitely wrong... then a conversation had roughly a month earlier came to mind. "Damnit," she muttered to herself, having a clue and rushed to her room to throw on a yukata quickly, before coming back out to the kitchen. "Goten...what's wrong?" she asked.

Goten had found a beer can in the back of the fridge and was drinking it. "Why is it always me, huh? What the hell did I do in the world to deserve being stepped on ALL the time."

Yep... definitely what she thought it was. "Goten, sit down, I'll make you something to eat...."

"So I'm not the strongest, or the smartest, or the richest. I'm plain old Goten, and that never seems to be good enough! Why can't I ever be good enough for anyone?!" Goten stated, smashing the empty beer can in his hand.

Trunks winced, then came forward, taking him by the arm and leading him to the chair, getting the rest of the beers in the fridge (only two more) and putting them down for him before pulling out a tupperware and tossing it into the microwave. She knew he'd keep talking until he got it all out... and she was there to listen. Granted it wasn't ice creame and soda, but still....

"I mean, I gave her everything! I never complained, was the gentleman my mother taught me to be.. and STILL I'm treated like trash! What do I do wrong, Trunks? Why can't girls just like me for me!"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Goten. Paris is an asshole."

Secret long kept had eaten away at her for too long.

"She only dated me to get to YOU," Goten spat angerily. "That's FIVE now who have done that! What's so different between us that they want you, and not me!" he whined, reaching for another can with shaking hands.

"They're shallow, and want money," Trunks sighed, sitting down with him while waiting on their supper to cook. "Besides, they don't even know who you are," Trunks rolled his eyes. "If they bothered to get to know who you were, they'd know not to let you go. Let's face it - they wanna date guys like me, but if they want to settle down... they want to settle down with guys like you."

Goten just put his head on the table, forgetting about the beer. "Just for once... I want a girl who won't leave me once she gets bored... I don't want to be alone, Trunks. I want someone in my life like Gohan has... "

"Well, we could crash the tournament and pick out a fighter chick for ya," Trunks teased. "See if Hercule has any more daughters we don't know about."

Goten just shook his head, his face buried in his arms.

Trunks sighed, pushing her chair next to him and rubbing his back a little. "It'll be okay - you'll bounce back, and I bet you'll find a girl who's got some real personality this time. I could even check her out first, make sure she's not a player?"

"I'm not gonna bother with girls for a while, " Goten muttered.

"That's okay too."

"I'm tired of the stupid games they play."

"You're just too nice a guy, Goten."

"Yeah, well you know what they say. Nice guys always finish last."

"Not you - you're young yet, you're only 28!" Trunks tilted her head down to try and look at him.

Goten just was kicking himself, not really listening - just going on with his own inner monologue. "I'm not worth it... no one wants to be with me. And it's not worth turning gay cause no guy would like me either..."

"Goten," Trunks shook her head. "Paris is a bitch - she didn't deserve someone as good a guy as you are, she deserved an asshole, and hopefully that's what she's getting."

Goten sighed. "I'm not even good enough for a bitch..." he whimpered.

"You're too good, for a bitch," Trunks rubbed his back. "She didn't know what she had, she's stupid. Want me to go find her and beat her with a fry-pan?"

"Nah... I just want to forget it..." he said softly, his face still buried in his arms.

"I've got some ice creame and Dumb and Dumber... wanna veg out?"

Goten shook his head a bit. "I just wanna go to sleep."

"C'mon, I'll tuck you in," She stood, holding a hand to help him out of the chair, even though her size was diminutive next to him.

"Nah... I can do it myself..." he said softly, standing a bit, then stumbling, grabbing onto the table. His face was bright red, his eyes wet from silent tears... a puddle on the table where his face had been buried.

Trunks reached up and wiped his tears off his cheeks. "I know you can, but I'm gonna tuck you in anyway," She told him, hugging him in a comfourt gesture.

Goten sighed. "Trunks... why do girls do this? Play with people's hearts like they are toys?"

"Dunno... not all girls are like that - but I guess some just don't want to get close, so if they start to feel anything, maybe they push people away.... That's the best guess I can give you."

"Kinda sucks... being the pushed away one... " Goten said softly. "I feel sorry, for the ones you've hurt, suddenly..." he muttered, then walked himself ino the room, leaving Trunks behind. He didn't want company, especially an very attractive female.

Trunks sighed and went back to the kitchen, putting things away. "... So do I...." she whispered to herself.

From his room, the soft whimpers of Goten could be heard as the demi-saiyan cried himself to sleep.

"That damn woman," Trunks whispered to herself, going to her room and closing the door, curling up with a pillow as tears spilled over her own cheeks. "I wish I could help you, Chibi.... I wish I could."

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September 13
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Trunks was quickly putting some last minute things into her bags as she was about to go away for two weeks, "Now don't forget to feed Harvey twice a day, and make sure he has enough water... and lettuce, he really likes lettuce and dandylions."

"I know, Trunks..." Goten sat at the table, doodling on a sketchpad.

"And make sure to let him run around the house for a few hours every day, or he'll feel all cooped up," She continued, grabbing a dress-suit and putting it into her garment bag.

"I'll just let him loose in your room the whole time, how about that?" Goten asked, sighing. He sucked at drawing, he concluded, closing the sketchbook and watching Trunks.

"If you do, make sure to put the litter box in there," She told him, sighing and tapping on her fingers to make sure she had everything.

"I'll just put litter into those pumps you bought he likes to sleep in," Goten smirked a bit.

"Those cost eighty dollars!" she looked at him in shock. "Just... try to use some common sense, ne Chibi?"

Goten shrugged. "If you don't think I can take care fo him, just give him to Pan or Bra."

"I'm sure you'll do fine, just.. " she sighed. "I'll be back in two weeks, I'll see you then, okay?" She smiled, capsulating her bags.

Goten nodded. "Take care."

"Will do!" she flashed a grin and was soon out the door.

Goten went and closed the door, then knelt down by the cage, petting the rabbit. "She'll be home soon, Harvs... I hope you can handle me until then."

The bunny snuffled and grunted, snuggling against his hand.

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