Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )

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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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January 5 (wednesday)
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Well into Trunks's fourth month of pregnancy, Goten arrived home at the balcony and pulled out the keyring of 28 keys, sighing as he readied himself for opening the locks. But after the first, he realized the rest were unlocked, so he opened the door.

Walking inside, he noticed the apartment the way that he left it... except for the pile of mail by the door. The breakfast he left for Trunks was still on the table too. Untouched. "Trunks?" he called, a bit of fear in his voice.

"I'm in my room," her voice was quiet, not the dangerous quiet of anger, but the strained quiet of pain.

Goten went to the door and retrieved the mail, then flipped through it as he walked to the bedroom. He looked in and tilted his head, seeing Trunks still in bed, a book in hand. "You ok?" he asked.

"...No..." she said, barely keeping the discomfort from her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently, walking in and putting the mail on her dresser before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I hurt," She pouted, putting down the book and wincing at the movement of the bed settling under him.

Goten looked her over and gave her a quick one over. "Where?"

"My joints... mostly my back and my hips... and my knees... and my ankles... Can I have a new body?" she whimpered, her voice still very quiet, as though the strength to make it louder would be too painful.

"No... but how about I bring you something to eat, then give you a nice long back massage to ease the pain a bit, and tomorrow I bring you back some medication, huh?" he offered.

"Okay," she was oddly compliant.

"What do you want to eat. I'll make you anything you want," Goten smiled, standing up gently as not to shake the bed too much.
,br> "Something really plain?" she asked.

"Crackers and water with a side of iron pills?" Goten smirked.

"No iron pills, they make me sick..." She pouted and shook her head.

"But you need to take them for the baby," Goten stated.

Trunks only whimpered, using that to hide the wince as she slid further under the covers. "Okay...."

Goten leaned over and kissed Trunks on the forehead soothingly. "I'll be back with your Ritz in a moment, princess," he stated, then went to the door.

"Ari..." she yawned, "gatou..."

Goten walked out and, after dumping the breakfast into the garbage, starting on bringing down one of the sleeves of crackers, then laid them out on a plate. He then took some mild cheese and put it on the plate as well, in case Trunks wanted some, then picked up the bottle of water from the fridge and the iron pill bottle and carried everything into the bedroom.

By the time he got back, she was dosing, a soft pained look on her sleeping face.

Goten smiled softly, then placed the food down on the beside table. He knelt down beside Trunks and gently pulled back the covers, closing his eyes as he began to massage Trunks's hip gently. He remembered how Gohan used to take care of Videl when she was pregnant... he used to help sometimes cause he was still a young teen back then....

Trunks stirred, opening her eyes and looking up at him, then down at her hip. "...Thanks..." she was embarassed to be so helpless.

"It's ok," Goten said softly, smiling as he let his fingers massage a bit deeper, trying to work on working out the tightness from the joint.

"Mmm," she closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "Whatever you're doing 'Ten, keep it up."

Goten chuckled. "Yes Ma'am," he joked gently, moving lower in the hip, coming around the massage area near the pelvis.

"It just hurts so much," she whimpered. "It's not fair..." "I'm sorry..." Goten said softly, going back to his work.

"It's okay..." she whimpered again. "Maybe it's just today. I probably slept funny last night."

"You still sleeping on your back?" he asked, letting his ki come into his hands, creating a warm sensation, almost like a heating pad, as he massaged.

"Well, I can't sleep on my stomach anymore," she grumbled.

"You should be sleeping on your side and use the body pillow I brought you..." He looked at the pillow on the floor.

"But it's uncomfortable," she whined. "It gets all bunchy and it makes my hips hurt worse cause there's nothing between my ankles."

"I can pick you up a better one tomorrow... " Goten told her, spreading his hands out to have one hand heat each hip. He leaned over her a bit, staring up at Trunks.

"Can you just shoot me up with morphine or something?" she pouted, looking up at him.

"Vicadin?" Goten offered.

"Okay... that won't hurt the baby, right?"

"No, the Obstetric department prescribes it all the time to pregnant mothers," Goten nodded. He brought his hands around, and inched a bit too far to the inner hip/thigh joint.

Trunks gasped slightly and looked at him with a small frown, but she didnt say anything.

Goten, however, heard the gasp and pulled his hands back. "Sorry..." he appologized softly, wringing his hands a bit.

"It's okay..." she looked away a little uncomfortably.

"I brought your dinner... " Goten stated, pointing to the table where the food waited.

"Thanks," she pushed herself up a little in the bed and bit her lip so hard it was white around her teeth, to keep from crying out.

Goten jumped up and grabbed a pillow, jamming it behind Trunks to make her more comfortable. "Shhh... it's ok... I'll go see if I have anything in the bathroom to help, ok?"

"Okay," she said quietly, a tear falling down her cheek as she took the tray into her lap and started nibbling at the crackers.

Goten took off running, tearing the bathroom apart as he searched for something... anything that he knew he could give Trunks.

Finally, he grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and ran back into the room. "I promise to get you Vicadin tomorrow, but this should do for now," he stated, shaking about four pills from the bottle and handing them to her.

She took two of them, "I'm human, remember?" she said with a soft chuckle, and a wince, before taking the pills.

"Oh yeah... sorry," Goten chuckled, putting the other two pills back while grabbing the bottle of water for her.

She took it with a small nod of thanks, drinking quite a bit. "How was work today?"

"Was ok... a bit boring today." Goten sat on the floor, taking a piece of cheese. "Not many sick people today."

"That's good," she nodded. "Know of any good baby pregnant people doctors?

"There's a couple at the hospital... I've been asking around." Goten blushed. "There's this older woman who's been there years who said she's willing to help out."

"You've... been asking around?" Trunks blinked, looking at him.

"Well, yeah. I want to make sure I have someone who I know can take care of you... I mean, I'm not an expert, you know." Goten rubbed the back of his neck.

"I never figured you'd do that for me," she smiled slightly.

"You're my best friend, Trunks... I promised you I was gonna take care of you," Goten smiled back.

"Thanks... really."

"No problem." Goten smiled and tilted his head, watching Trunks for a moment.

"Do I have cracker stuck between my teeth?"

"No." he stated.

"Something wrong?" she looked concerned.

Goten just chuckled and stood up. "No, nothing at all. Just me being silly, that's all." He looked towards the kitchen. "Want more crackers?"

"No thanks, I'm feeling kinda icky anyway. I appreciate these though," she nibbled on one.

Goten nodded. "I'm going to go and make myself something to eat, then. I'll come check on you later, ok?"

"Sure," she waved at him, picking up her book again. "Sorry I didn't get supper for you tonight."

"It's ok." He watched her a bit more. "You two take care, and yell if you need me."

She laughed, "Okay...." She paused a moment, "Chibi?"

Goten waved, started for the kitchen, then stopped. "Yeah?"

"Have you thought about names, at all?" She asked curiously.

"Not really..." Goten stated bashfully. "I guess I was gonna leave that up to you. Figured that since you carried him for all this time, you should get to name him."

"What if it's a girl? And it's your kid too, y'know..." she seemed a little hurt that he'd think it was entirely her responsibility... "Don't... you want a part in it too?"

"I do!" Goten replied eagerly. "I just... well, you always had better ideas than I did anyways... " he rubbed the back of his neck. "And I'm just using him as a filler... it's not right to call the baby an 'it'..."

"I guess not.... " She rubbed her stomach, already beginning to swell in her fourth month.

Goten smiled as he watched. "What does it feel like?" he asked.

"Like a big heavy, OH!" she squeaked.

Goten's eyes opened wide and he ran over. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked, checking her over visually.

"It... I felt... it..." she squeaked and grabbed his hand, putting it over her thinly clad stomach. "Maybe it'll do it again..." she whispered, amazed.

Goten looked at Trunks, then just looked at his hand, waiting to see what it was Trunks wanted him to feel.

"There... the child did it again!"

"I don't feel anything, Trunks," Goten said softly.

She sighed, letting his hand go. "Oh.... Damnit." She looked upset. "I... thought I felt the baby, but I guess I didn't. Must just be digestion or something. Nevermind."

"No, it's ok... you probably feel it cause it's inside of you... he needs to get stronger now so I can feel him." Goten smiled.

"...I guess...."

Goten took Trunks' hand and squeezed it. "I'm sure of it, Trunks. The baby wants to let you know he's there... I just need to wait a bit longer, that's all."

"I guess," she sighed. "I just.. I guess I wanted... it's stupid, forget it," she lookd away but didn't take her hand back.

"Wanted what?" Goten asked softly.

"Wanted to share it with you...."

Goten smiled and leaned over, kissing Trunks' forehead softly. "You already are, Trunks... every minute you are.... just some things I have to wait for, that's all. Right now you get to have private time with our little chibi, until we can both share him or her."

"Okay," she sighed, closing her eyes and squeesing his hand slightly. "You better go eat something."

Goten chuckled. "Yes ma'am." He kissed her forehead again, brushing some hair from her face. "I'll just be next door."

"You always are," she smiled softly, closing her eyes slightly as he brushed her hair out of her face.

Goten stood up and ran a finger down her cheek, then made a fist, biting his lip before turning to go into the kitchen.

As he left, Trunks looked after him in confusion. Was he angry? She sighed and snuggled down, swiftly falling back asleep, worrying about her best friend.

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