Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Eighteen ( Chapter 18 )

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Innocence is Futile
()()() Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter Eighteen
January 15 (Thursday)
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It was almost time for Goten to return home, Trunks was limping slightly as she moved about the kitchen to make supper, and unlike most times when only two or three of the locks were used anymore, all twenty-eight were now in use.

Goten still carried the big keyring, and the sound of the locks being undone echoed from the doorway.

Trunks stiffened slightly, the sword she'd gotten from Taipon as a child was not far from reach.

Soon the door opened and Goten stepped inside, cheerful, a large white box from a pastry store in his hand. "Honey, I'm home!" he joked as he walked in.

Trunks looked out from the kitchen, her face unreadable, "Please do up all the locks Goten," was all she said before going back to dishing out their meals... she really had gotten domesticated in the last long while.

Goten tilted his head, then shrugged. He turned back to the door and balanced on one leg, making his foot flat to hold the box as he worked to do up each of the locks. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," her voice was soft so even his saiyajin hearing was hard put to catch her word. "Come eat!" she called in a more audible tone, sitting on her chair.

Goten finished the last lock, flipped the box into his hands again and walked into the kitchen. "I brought you a snack," he smiled, putting the box to the side of the table.

She smiled slightly, "Thanks," she said, waving for him to take a seat before the well laid table.

Goten looked at the table and chuckled. "You outdid yourself, Trunks. How did you do it all?"

"I took the day off," she said softly, taking her fork and starting to quietly pick at her food.

Goten sat down and watched her a moment. Something was wrong, he knew that much. But with her mood swings, sometimes he wasn't sure whether to ask or not.

"Eat before it gets cold," she said, not meeting his gaze, shifting uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?" he asked, obediently taking a bite.

"Nothing," she pushed her food around her plate.

"You sure?" he asked, but didn't want to push. She'd tell him when she was ready.

"...." she shrugged, "yeah. I don't wanna talk about it, I'm just being pregnant, that's all."

"I understand," Goten stated, eating some more.

Trunks didn't say anything more, and when she was finished, slowly gimped over to the sink to wash her dish.

"I got you your favorite at the pastry shop," Goten pointed his fork at the box.

"Maple creame?" she asked softly.

"Of course... I wouldn't be your best friend if I didn't remember." Goten smirked.

She smiled slightly, "Thanks... I'll eat it later," she finished washing her dish, putting it into the dry rack.

"You sure? It goes bad after awhile..." Goten stated, surprised. Trunks never passed up maple creame for five minutes.

"Not hungry," which was true, she'd pretty much thrown away what little food she'd put on her plate.

"Ok..."

"I'm just gonna go to bed, g'nite Goten," she held a hand against the wall until she got to her sword and, using it to help balance, made her way to her room.

Goten nodded, then looked at his plate, picking. He looked back towards Trunks' room, sighed, then went to throw out the rest of his dinner.

Trunks didn't emerge from her room the rest of the night, though she did take an inordinately long shower.

Goten played a few rounds of Halo, then just sat back on the couch, reading a book he had borrowed from his brother until he fell asleep, the book on his chest.

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Just before midnight, whimpering sounded from Trunks's room, mutters of 'no' starting to make themselves known.

Goten moaned, stirring at the sound, still in the livingroom. He rubbed his eyes and closed the book, sitting up.

"....Stop.... please don't...."

"Trunks?" Goten turned his head, then walked to the bedroom, opening the door carefully.

She was fast asleep, tossing a bit on the bed. "No... only Goten's allowed.... stop it... Help! Goten please!!" she cried out for him in her sleep, her voice terrified of something that must have been attacking her.

Goten's eyes widened and he pushed himself into the room. He sat on the bedside and shook her shoulder gently. "Trunks, wake up." he ordered.

She screamed and sat up, pushing away from him before she saw who it was, then she collapsed into him, clinging to him and bursting into tears.

Goten held her close. "Hush... hush... it's ok, I'm here... shhhhhh," Goten whispered softly, rubbing her back.

She clung to him as she sobbed, "I was... and they... and ...."

"I'm here now... you're safe...." he said softly.

"There... were these... these hoods... and... and they tried... and I told them... but... and..." she was making no sense in her terror.

"Shhhh, you're safe now. I'd never let anyone hurt you, Trunks. You know that," he told her.

"I kept calling for you, and you didn't come... and they... " she sobbed, shaking.

"It was just a nightmare, Trunks... it really was. I'm here now." he told her soothingly.

She shook her head and clung to him, "Don't leave me..." she whimpered.

"I won't," he promised, holding her close.

"I mean tonight... stay with me? I won't be able to sleep if you don't," she buried her face in his shirt.

"If that's what you want..." Goten said softly.

She nodded swiftly, "Please... I just... every time I close my eyes I see them..."

"Ok..." he kissed her forehead, then eased himself onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard.

She snuggled up to him, still shuddering, "Thanks," she whimpered, tears still shedding into his shirt, even long after she fell to a fitful sleep.

Goten just held her close, rubbing her back as he always did when she was upset, then leaned his head back and fell asleep as well.

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