Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )

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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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October 3 (monday)
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Three days later, Trunks finally got up enough courage to go see her mother - during school hours to be sure Bra wasn't there. She headed down to her mother's private lab, looking in and knocking lightly on the window.

Bulma jumped, these huge magnifying glasses on her head, and blinked - looking a bit bug-like. Then she lifted the glasses off, no longer looking so strange. "Oh hi, Trunks - c'mon in!"

Trunks slipped into the lab, moving to sit on a stool nearby, making sure to stay out of the way. "Hey Mom... Uhm...." she picked at some invisable dirt under her nails.

"Someting wrong, Sweetie?"

"Uh.. you could say that..."

"C'mon - you can tell me, I was a girl once, too," Bulma smiled.

"You still are."

"See? That's my point."

"Uhm... well, you see... uh...." Trunks wouldn't meet her eyes.

"C'mon Trunks, don't worry me like this. C'mon tell me what's wrong - it's not like you're pregnant or anything, are you?" She laughed.

Trunks remained silent.

Bulma's laughing died. "You're kidding.... right?"

"I... uhm... kindof am.... uh...."

"Trunks, you're only a freaking female for six months, and you're already pregnant?"

"Kinda.. yeah...."

"How the hell did you do this?! Trunks, I thought you were more responsible than this!"

"Well, it just kinda... happened?"

"Who did this... who did this kinda happen with?"

"Uhm... a guy?"

"Well that's obvious Trunks, tell me so that I can hunt him down and destroy his life for touching my little.... girl."

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to kill him..." Trunks was still picking at her nails.

"I don't make promises like that."

"You've been hanging around Dad too much." Trunks bit back.

"You think he's going to be any more lenient on this when he finds out? Tell me now, Trunks Vegeta Briefs."

"If you kill him, I'll ruin Capsule Corp, and you know I well have the means." Trunks was deadly serious.

"I'm in control of the media, Trunks. I can make sure you're just doing that TO do that. Now I will disown you if you even try."

"You don't control DNA Testing Mom."

"I would like them to do a DNA Test on YOU Trunks."

"And risk an expose' on Unethical Capsule Corp Human Experimentation?" Trunks smiled sweetly.

"Trunks Briefs decides to get a sex change because he doesn't feel that he's good enough a man," Bulma narrowed her eyes.

"Even the best doctors cannot facilitate a sex change that can make a man-turned-woman pregnant."

"You'd be surprised at what capsule Corp Techonolgy can do when it comes to her children."

"Trunks Briefs gets a sex change at mother's demand - Is Capsule Corp sinking to new lows in order to secure female dominance?"

Bulma crossed her arms, staring at Trunks with the 'you know I will be able to win this battle, so give me the information I want now' look.

Trunks rolled her eyes and stood, "Forget it - I thought you'd be happy to finally get a grandchild, even if it was illegitimate." She paused, then spoke in a sickly sweet tone, "Oh wait, so was I," she started walking out.

Bulma sighed, "Trunks, wait. C'mon, let's just talk about this. I'm sorry I got angry, I'm just protective - I'm your mother!"

"I won't have a child who has no father, Mom... no matter what the cost." Trunks stood with her back to Bulma. "Disown me if you want, I'm sure I can make a new life somewhere else anyway."

"You know I wouldn't Kill him, I'm just angry, Trunks," She walked up and put a hand on Trunks's shoulder. "You wanna just sit down, have a cup of tea?"

"It's not like it was non-consentual," Trunks muttered, her voice sounding a bit strained. "And you know what, I'm glad I'm pregnant, I want this baby and I'm going to keep this baby, at least then I won't have to-" she stopped shaking her head, walking away, still not turning to Bulma. Trunks finally had a chance to love someone, be loved back... and not have to worry about them breaking her heart. Even though it was a shock, it was like a gift to her.

Bulma grabbed Trunks by both shoulders, turning her around to face her. "I understand, sweetie."

Trunks had tears in her eyes, and was chewing her bottom lip.

Bulma pulled her ... daughter into a hug. "That's why I had you... I wanted someone who could love me too."

Trunks just started crying a little, hugging her mother back. "Just don't kill the baby's father, okay? And don't let Dad do it either."

"We won't kill him, we have to make sure there's someone there to help support you. But can I still give him a good bitching out?" Bulma chuckled slightly, teasing... even though she meant it.

"He already got one from Goku and Gohan."

Bulma grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back. "Goten?!"

"Uhm..." Trunks looked very distressed.

"I didn't think Goten could DO something like this?"

"What, have sex?!"

"But he's the sweet and innocent one!"

"Sweet, yes. Innocent..." Trunks shook her head. "Not since grade eleven."

"I take it Chichi already knows...."

"Well, considering Gohan figured it out and blurted it out at dinner a few nights ago... uhm... yeah."

"That probably explains why she was so weird on the phone yesterday," Bulma sighed, "Let's go upstairs and see if I have any of my clothes we can get for you."

Trunks sniffed, wiping the back of her hand across her eyes and nodded as she followed.

As they walked up the hallway, they ran into Vegeta. He sniffed the air, turned, looked at Trunks, narrowed his eyes and looked at her stomach. He took three seconds to read the ki, and growled.

"Uhm... Hi Dad, I'm pregnant?"

"Where is Kakkarot's boy... NOW."

"You can't kill him, PROMISE me you won't kill him!!!"

"Vegeta, it's oaky, we're going to talk about this."

"No woman, I want to talk to the Brat. NOW," he started to storm away.

Trunks ran forward and grabbed his arm, trying to stop him. "Dad, please!"

"I'll leave enough for him to support you afterwards," he shook his arm and walked off.

"Vegeta, control your temper please!"

"Hn."

Trunks burst into tears, running forward to grab his arm again. "But I promised Chibi you wouldn't hurt him! Please, Dad! I-" she sobbed. "Please!"

Vegeta just looked down at her, "He'll live."

"With all his parts and just as well tomorrow as he is right now?! It was MY idea!"

"Don't lie to me, Child," he couldn't figure out whether to call Trunks 'Boy' or 'Girl'.

"Okay, being pregnant wasn't my idea, and well... I ... please don't hurt him! I couldn't bear it if you hurt him!" Trunks sobbed.

"I'll give him a sensu bean afterwards," Vegeta shook off her hands and flew off.

Trunks looked back at her mother, "But... but... can't you stop him?"

"Nothing can stop your father when he's got his mind made up. I really don't think he'll kill Goten, Trunks," Bulma pulled her into her arms as Trunks sobbed once more.

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In the pharmacy at the hospital, Goten was working on putting together a perscription when he suddenly felt as though icy cold daggers pierced the back of his skull.

Slowly, he turned - and saw Vegeta standing in the entryway with his arms crossed... a murderous scowl on his face.

Goten gulped, I'm... dead....

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Goten grabbed onto the hand around his neck, staring down the length of the arm. Two Vegetas held him... slowly merging into one as the fuzziness of his head impacting the tree gave way. "Ve... ge.. ta..." Goten gasped, kicking his feet in the air.

"Don't speak my name, Brat..." Vegeta growled, squeezing a bit tighter. "I should kill you after what you've done..."

"But I... I told you... accident!" Goten whimpered, wriggling. He could turn to super saiyan and get free from the grip, but that would only cause Vegeta to raise his powers... and then he would be killed faster....

"You got... my... son... PREGNANT!" Vegeta shouted and turned, throwing Goten across the field and into the base of the mountain - which crumbled, boulders and rocks coming down upon him in an avelanche....

Goten cried out as he stuck the rocks. He knew if he could power up, Gohan and his father would be there almost in an instant... and that would be bad.... "Please Vegeta... I'm sorry," Goten coughed, holding his throat.

"Sorry?" Vegeta growled menacingly, approaching slowly, his eyes flashing in fury. "Sorry for what? That you couldn't keep your third class hands off my SON!" He let forth a blast from his hand, straight for Goten.

Goten looked up, then jumped out of the way. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Vegeta! You know I wouldn't do it on purpose!"

He swiftly flew forward, a fist imbedding itself in Goten's stomach. "That so? Didn't mean it? That's not something you can do without meaning it," he snarled in Goten's ear, pulling back and whipping around in a kick aimed for Goten's head.

Goten went down, feeling the skin around his face tear. "Vegeta please... listen to me..." Goten gasped.

"Oh I am listening, brat," Vegeta snarled, coming closer. "I listened well enough. You laid your hands on Trunks. I still haven't decided if it's worse that you got him pregnant or not," he growled. "Either way, you ARE going to learn your lesson and you will NEVER touch one of my offspring again...." he leaned down and glared Goten in the eye. "Provided you survive, of course," he said, leaning back and smirking.

"You think killing me will make any of this better?" Goten asked, staring back. "I made a mistake, and I admit it, and I plan on taking responsibility for it, and killing me won't help!"

"Killing you won't help?" Vegeta chuckled low. "Oh but it'll help a great deal - it'll make sure your filthy hands never touch my heir again - it means you won't try and make him forget just who and what he is."

"That happened long before I touched her," Goten stated, then gasped, realizing just WHO he was talking back to.

"What did you say, BRAT," Vegeta snarled, grasping the front of Goten's shirt.

Not again... Goten whimpered in his mind. "Have you ever thought to ASK Trunks if he was still upset about being a girl?"

"Of course he is, you idiot!" Vegeta kept hold on Goten's shirt and swung with his other fist, hitting him so hard his shirt tore as he flew backward.

Goten flew head over heels, then dug his hand into the ground as he skidded backwards. Time to act like a man, Goten... even if it does get you killed, you can't be afraid... "And why do you care so much, huh? You never gave a damn for Trunks beforehand! Why now?"

"Just because you can't see it, Brat, doesn't mean it's not there," Vegeta snarled, lifting his hand and throwing another full charged blast.

Goten gathered his ki and jumped to the side, batting the blast away. "Maybe if you showed it more, Trunks wouldn't have turned into the man he became, causing him to be in this circumstance in the first place!"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Trunks was raised as a saiyajin prince should be raised," he said in a dangerous tone.

"I didn't know arrogant pricks ran in the bloodline... we just thought it was you." Goten snarled a bit.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Superior blood deserves respect," he growled back under his breath, moving forwarad to attack Goten, no longer thought of mercy in his mind. This third class rebel would pay for his words... with his blood. He fazed out of sight at the last moment, a strong kick in Goten's kidneys the first sign of where he'd gone.

Goten cried out, flying sideways into another tree. "Afraid to admit that it's your fault in the end, huh Vegeta?"

"Trunks is a saiyajin prince!" Vegeta roared, bringing his hands in front of him. "Not some weak earth woman there for your pleasure!" a powerful beam shunted forth from his hands, crashing toward Goten.

Goten brought his hands around and caught the beam, wincing at the pain in his body. "Of course he is... that never changes, Vegeta! You can change the package, but the inside always stays the same."

"And you're trying to change that by getting him PREGNANT!!!" Vegeta poured more power into the beam, rising to just slightly below ssj. He wasn't going to aleart the boy's brother and father - this was between them, and no one else.

"It was an ACCIDENT!" Goten cried, feeling his footing giving way a bit and digging his shoes in. "Do you really think I wanted to knock my best friend up?!"

"I wouldn't put it past any of you to steal what rightfully belongs to the house of Vegeta... even if it isn't just power, but honour and Pride," He snarled, stepping forward swiftly then letting go of the blast as he fazed out of sight, reappearing above Goten and letting loose another one almost instantly.

Goten wasn't fast enough, and cried out as the beam hit him, tossing him across the forest and tumbling along the field before rolling to a stop. He whimpered, barely able to lift his head.

Vegeta flew swiftly toward him, landing just barely long enough to kick Goten futher into the forest.

Goten landed on his back, pained eyes trying to open as he gasped for breath. "Why.... do you... always turn thing... into attacks... against PRIDE?" Goten managed to gasp out.

Vegeta walked forward, pressing his foot down on Goten's rib cage, smirking as he felt a few of them pop beneath the pressure. "You third class idiot... to a saiyajin, everything comes down to Pride," he held out a blast and inched it toward Goten's face.

Goten whimpered and winced away from the blast. Then I hope our child grows up human... so that he doesn't turn into a heartless person, and live out his life hurting others for his own pride...

Vegeta smirked seeing the whimpering and wincing as victory and he withdrew the blast, stepping down hard to break some more ribs before kicking Goten again.

Goten gasped, and his ki lowered into an unconcious state, his body having taken too much.

Vegeta only smirked, then pulled out the promised sensu bean - promised to Trunks that Goten knew nothing about, then shoved it into Goten's mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

Goten swallowed, then moaned as his body rapidly healed itself.

Vegeta nudged him with his foot, ungently but not enough to injure him again, "Wake up, Brat."

Goten's eyes fluttered open, and then he realized where he was and his head snapped up to look at Vegeta in pure shock.

Vegeta scowled, his arms crossed. "You will keep your hands of my son in an intimate fashion. You will take care of him while he is in this.. unfortunate state." He leaned down slightly, his eyes burning. "And if I learn any different, I will not be as merciful as I was today. Is that clear?"

"What's going to stop Trunks though?" Goten asked.

Vegeta's lip curled, "Trunks knows better."

Goten just gulped.

"Hn. Go home before the Child thinks I killed you," he grunted, shooting into the air and flying away from Goten.

Goten pulled himself to his feet, looking at his destroyed clothing, then sighed. "Not like he's not going to know you tried," he muttered, then took off for home.

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The door to the balcony opened, and Trunks, who'd been pacing the livingroom like a caged animal, turned. Goten stood there, his clothing in tatters, covered in mud, grass stains... and even some blood, dried blood on his body where wounds once rode. There were all kinds of twigs and leaves in his hair, looking like he'd rolled around on the forest floor all day.

Trunks sobbed and barrelled into him, "Itriedtostophim, pleasebeokay, areyoukilled?" she squeaked all in one quick breath.

Goten caught her, holding her, "Yeah.. I'm okay. He gave me a sensu bean!" That one small fact still shocked him.

"I made him promise that you'd come back just as well as you were when he found out and I'm so sorry I didn't mean for him to find out yet! I didn't want you to get hurt!" she sobbed.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay, shhhh," he held her and rubbed her back.

Trunks sniffled, "You sure?"

"I'm ... I feel just as good as I did when he appeared... at least physically - he gave me a nice verbal bashing too..."

"I'm so sorry...."

Goten held her, "Shhh, it's OKAY. Dinner ready yet?"

She sniffled, "What, do I look like I have Julia Child written on my forehead," she sniffled, looking up at him.

Goten chuckled, kissing her forehead, "No, but I'm sure I could etche in Betty Crocker."

"C'mon, it's in the oven...." Trunks pulled away and grasped his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

"Actually, lemme take a shower first and get this crap offa me, I'll be there soon?"

Trunks sighed, "Okay..."

Goten squeesed her hand and headed off to the bathroom. While he was in there, she set about making up the table and finishing their meal.

After a little bit, She turned off the stove. "Hm... Goten should've been done by now..." she quietly went to his room, and peeked into his bathroom, catching his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Goten was just leaning against the wall, completely nude of course - the shower spray hitting him, looking almost half asleep. Relaxing.

Trunks smiled slightly and headed into the bedroom, stopping at the bathroom door, "Y'know if you fall asleep using up all the hot water, how're you supposed to appreciate it?"

Goten blinked his eyes awake and sighed. "I like to relax once in a while," He leaned over and turned the water off.

"Well, after what my father probably did to you - I'll give you a good back rub after dinner, okay?"

Goten came out, a towel wrapped around his waist, another rubbing his hair. "What's stopping you from giving me one now?"

"I thought you were hungry." Trunks folded her arms and smirked at him.

Goten's stomach answered, "Yeah... I guess I am."

She grabbed his free hand, and pulled him, still only towel bedecked into the kitchen. "Sit, eat."

Goten laughed, and did what he was told. "Glad there's no shirt and shoes policy here."

"Since when was there ever?" She lauhged, taking her own small plate.

Goten ate, reaching his foot out and starting to play footsie with Trunks under the table.

She blinked, her own bare foot carressing his in return. "Hey, I thought it was just a one time thing..." she seemed confused.

Goten looked up with the same confusion. "Thought what was a one time thing?"

"Y'know... the whole..." she waved her fork slightly then found her food interesting, picking at it, blushing slightly. Maybe it wasn't? Oh how she hoped....

Goten chuckled, rubbing his foot up her leg a little. "Well.. y'know, it's obvious we've done something - I mean... And you're my best friend and all, I'd..." he lowered his foot. "Forget it."

"Yeah... I'm your best friend," she sighed, looking at her plate, nothing more. She seemed a little disappointed that what she thought was true, was in fact so. She picked up her plate and carried it to the sink, pushing the uneaten food into the disposal.

Goten followed her, "Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"The what wrong?"

She shrugged.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, in a gentle hug. "C'mon, tell me."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I don't want to."

"Please?"

"Goten..." she whimpered, leaning back into his embrace just a little, and closing her eyes. "Trust me when I say you don't want to know."

Goten held her, leaning his head atop her own.

"We're just best friends," she said as though convincing herself, biting her bottom lip.

Goten sighed, "Yeah," he spoke softly, almost as though he wished it were different.

"We shouldn't use each other, y'know?" her fingers came up and brushed against his arm some.

Goten gasped, lifting his head, "You... think I used you?"

"Face it Goten - you know what I really am, neither of us was in their right mind..." her lower lip trembled. "It was just rebound sex...."

"...Oh," he dropped his arms from around her, taking a step back.

"...Yeah," she turned and looked up at him, her eyes speaking that she wished there could be something more, but deep terror at letting her best friend get that close to her - she couldn't lose him too. So she turned and headed down the hall for her room.

"..I'll clean up," he whispered, starting to do so.

A few minutes later, his saiyajin hearing picked up the sound of soft sobbing, muffled by a pillow. He put down what he was doing and went to her door, knocking on it. "Trunks?"

"What?" her tearstained voice came back.

"What's wrong? Why're you crying?"

"You don't wanna know."

Goten came in and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her hair. "Yes I do, tell me."

"I'm not gay...."

"No, you're not - you've had enough relationships to prove you're not."

"But I... I'm so confused," she didn't turn to him, still crying into her pillow.

"About what?"

She turned over, looking up at him, her eyes redrimmed and a little swollen. "Remember when you said 'ina few months, you'll be back to being a guy, and it'll be memories, that's all', Goten?"

Goten looked down a bit.

"That's the problem...." she was hugging her pillow.

"Yeah, because you wanna go back to being a guy."

"No... it's because I can't remember what it feels like, to be one... it's been like this for over a month now, and it scares the shit outta me." Large tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh..." He leaned over, pulling her into his lap a little. "It's gonna be alright."

"No Goten.. it's never gonna be alright ever again," she shook her head.

"I'll make sure it's alright."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'm your best friend - I'll do my best to keep it."

Trunks just leaned against his shoulder, still hugging the pillow like a small child would a teddy.

Goten kissed her forehead, holding her close, rocking a bit to soothe her.

She kept crying, but soon fell silent as she cried herself to sleep.

Goten lay her in her bed, moving to cover her back up. She whimpered in her sleep, it sounded like she was whimpering for him, "Goten..."

"What is it?" he asked softly, trying not to wake her up, as it seemed she was sleep talking. Trunks had always done that when he was very upset about something.

"Don't hurt me," she said, her brow furrowed in sleep.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I promise you, I won't."

She sighed, falling into a more restful sleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Goten tucked her in, then let her be.

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