Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

[ 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 Twelve
September 27 (continued)

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Trunks moaned softly as she started to wake, nuzzling the something warm beside her with a yawn, her skin chilled, she shivered, trying to bring the side of the blanket over her a little.

Goten sighed in his sleep, hugging the warm body tighter against him, unconciously raising his ki to warm both bodies.

"Mmm," she sighed contentedly then blinked. Wait. She was in bed. With another person. And she was a she. "What...?" she sat up and rubbed at her eyes, trying to remember just what'd happened.

Goten just gave a happy sigh, trying to pull his pillow back to him.

"Woah wait-a-minute here," she wasn't really able to pull away, and thus Goten was successful. She blinked, well at least it wasn't some random guy, but... "Goten?!"

"Not now, Trunks... I'm sleeping..." Goten muttered, turning his face into the pillows.

She bapped the top of his head, "Wake up, damnit!"

"OW!" Goten opened his eyes. "What?!"

"Tell me, Goten," she said in a strangely sweet voice, crossing her arms over bare breasts, sitting beside him, "If you notice anything.... Weird."

Goten rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then blinked. Then his jaw dropped. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!" he shouted.

"Better yet, what the hell am I doing in your bed and we're both FUCKING NAKED.." she paused, and looked down, "AND FUCKING BLOOD ON MY THIGHS!!!"

Goten rubbed the back of his neck. "Um... I think you've done it enough in my place to know that answer...?" he meeped.

Trunks tackled him, pummeling him ineffectively with her fists. "You got me drunk didn't you?!" she wasn't yet awake enough to remember any of the night before just yet.

"NO!" Goten held his hand up. "It was just... the bunny, and you... crying... I...I just wanted you to stop crying!"

She blinked, and sat back on her heels, her eyes filling with tears as the beginning of the night was brought to remembrance, her lower lip trembling and her hands covering her face.

"Please, not again... if you didn't like this result, PLEASE don't start crying again!" Goten begged.

Trunks just fell down next to him, snuggling as she buried her face in his neck and sobbed once more. She really did love that rabbit.

Goten wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to be held, but he got in trouble for doing that. "Trunks?" he asked, patting her back gently while his arms were wide, not touching anything else but the center of her back.

"Please Goten... don't hate me for what happened last night," she sobbed.

"I don't hate you... do you hate me?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Don't hate me, you're my best friend, I need you, I can't.. please Goten," she sobbed just wanting him to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay.

Goten sighed and hugged her tightly. "It's gonna be alright, Trunks... just think of it this way... you can write that book now...."

"Forget the fucken book, I don't know anything anymore," she whimpered.

"You sure do know how to give head," Goten chuckled teasingly, trying to cheer her up.

She groaned, "I can't believe I actually did that...."

"And man you did it better than anyone I've ever... well, yeah." Goten blushed.

"Maybe it's cause I used to be a guy and know what I liked?" Trunks shrugged, her tears being replaced by soft chuckles.

"I hope I gave you some pleasure in return," he smiled.

She blushed crimson hiding her face in his shoulder. "I just know that if I'm ever a guy again, I'm NEVER taking another girls virginity," she laughed softly.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't know..." he appologized.

"Neither did I..." she sighed snuggling into him.

Goten smiled and rubbed Trunks's back. "You're not mad then?"

"I guess not..."

Goten kissed the top of Trunks' head. "Good, cause I can't stand for you to be mad at me."

"What're best friend's for, if not to knock boots," she teased with a nervous chuckle... she still couldn't believe she'd done this.

Goten chuckled. "Yeah... and you were amazing." he nodded.

She blushed, shaking her head, "This is all just," she yawned, "too weird."

"It is... but in a few months, you'll be back to being a guy, and it'll be memories, that's all."

"...Yeah," she got up and stretched, "I need a shower."

Goten just layed on his side, watcing. "Yeah, you do."

She ran a hand along her inner thigh, and frowned, wrinkling her nose. "Definitely.... you can join me if you want," then she blinked. "Wait... did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah, you did..." Goten chuckled. "But go ahead... I'm fine."

"Damnit, I'm turning bi," she muttered to herself as she left his room for her own shower.

Goten sighed, then laid back down on his bed, the blankets tossed aside from the heat, and just shut his eyes, falling back asleep, naked on top of the bed, a silly smile on his face.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang, "CHIBI, GET THE PHONE!" She shouted.

Goten, however, was fast asleep... the sleep of the dead. Nothing was waking him up, in other words.

"Damnit," Trunks grumbled, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her dripping self and running to the phone, "Hello?" she almost panted. "Son and Briefs residence...."

"Trunks?"

"Uhm... he's not here?"

"It's Videl."

"Yeah, it's me," Trunks scratched at her wet hair. "What's up?"

"Chichi's having a big family dinner, and you and Goten are invited - Goten hasn't been looking too good since..."

"I know, we'll be there, what time?"

"Friday, Six thirty."

"It's a three hour drive! How'm I going to get there in time, we both work."

"Have Goten fly you both over."

Trunks slapped her forehead. "Duh. Okay, need us to bring anything?"

"Not really, but if you want to that's okay too."

"We'll bring some sake and stuff to drink then, see you then."

"Bai."

Trunks sighed hanging up the phone. Right, act normal, not like you just screwed like crazy with your best friend in the wee hours of the morning....

The best friend who slept through it all, a smile on his face that hadn't been there in almost a month.

Trunks, on her way back to her shower to get the rest of the soap out of her hair, looked in on him. "How you sleep through it all, I'll never know. Ah well, you're going if I have to drag you into flying us there." Hopefully by then this will be a less nerve-wracking memory.

Somehow... she felt she was wrong.

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