Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Twenty ( Chapter 20 )

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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 Twenty
February 27 (sunday)
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Trunks picked up a curio she found on a shelf in one store at the mall. "It's a dragon, isn't it adorable?"

Goten looked close and chuckled. "Looks like a dinosaur to me..." he stated.

"Nope, see the wings," she grinned and pointed them out, the jeweled cane her sister'd gotten her, to help her be more mobile, hanging off her arm. It just happened to be a sword cane, at Vegeta's request no less. "It's got to be a dragon... unless it's Icarus," she laughed.

"Actually... it looks like Chobi!" Goten laughed. "With the little pot belly and all."

Trunks tilted her head, "Maybe.... but isn't it's neck a little long?"

"Nah, he grew up after awhile."

"Oh, well I haven't seen him since we were kids, can we buy this?" she asked, looking to him with a smile.

Goten chuckled. "Why ask me? You're the one with all the money."

Trunks shrugged, "Dunno, just thought I would," she took her cane off her arm, "I'm buying it," she decided, leaning on the jeweled handle.

"Want me to carry it for you?" he asked.

She looked about to deny, then sighed, and nodded, handing the delicate thing to him, "Yes please..." she seemed defeated, and frowned at her cane as though it were the cane's fault she were in pain so much of the time now.

Goten carried it gently. "Want me to carry you too?" he teased gently.

"Trina Briefs, cousin to the missing millionaire, carried through the mall by her own ... something. Nah," she smiled. "But I think maybe after I pay for this, I'll head to the car."

"But I still haven't hit the store I wanted to go to," Goten whined. He wanted to stop in Bath and Body works and get some more massage oil for when he massaged Trunks' hips.. a gift to her.

"I'll wait for you," she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder for the briefest of moments. "Videl left a book in the car for me the other day anyhow."

"OK. I won't be long." He put the dragon on the counter and then kissed her cheek. "Lot C, right?"

"Lot C pillar 13," she nodded, blushing slightly at the kiss.... but she alwyas did.

Goten nodded, then took off, waving as he left, jumping over the railing to the level below, a few gasps coming from the people nearby.

Trunks just shook her head and laughed, paying for the figurine. Once wrapped, boxed and bagged, she headed down the escalator toward the parking lots, then started slowly making her way to the blue porsche, leaning heavily on her cane as she did so.

"I thought that body was familiar," a voice sneered, almost directly behind Trunks.

Trunks kept walking, just a few more cars to go.

"You think about our offer any, honey?" a second voice was in the other ear, a smirk on the words.

She kept walking, her fingers twitching against a small catch hidden underneath an emerald. "I said no," she made it to the car and put the hand with the bags around her arm, to her pocket for the keys.

"She still says no, even after all the time we gave her," the first voice chuckled, and the blonde thug leaned against the hood of the trunk.

"You'd think she was a virgin or something," the second, a brunette, chuckled.

Trunks glared at them, "I wouldn't have to be a virgin to know I don't want anything to do with you scumbags." Finger now on the catch - one flick, and the cane would become a sword. Kami bless Capsule Corp.

"Ah, but you don't know anything about us, sweetie..." the burnette stated.

One hand fumbling for keys, "Go away and leave me alone. I told you, I don't want anything to do with either of you, I'm quite happy with the man I've got.

She blinked as though surprised she said those words. The man I've got??? Where'd that come from?

The brunette leaned against the driver's side door, holding it closed. "Oh, but I'm sure we know things that your man doesn't have the brains to figure out."

"Yeah, we can please you in ways that would make your head roll, have you screaming for more," the blonde whispered in her ear.

flick

She stepped back a little, holding the cane turned sword between them and herself, "Go. Away."

The brunette moved fast, though, and grabbed Trunks's arms, pushing her back, pinning her arms on the roof of the car... "Oh, you want to play rough huh?" he chuckled.

She struggled against them, "Let me go, I swear you'll regret it if you touch me," she snarled at them, moving to try and kick them with her one good leg.

"Oh, I don't think we will... you know they say that pregnant women are intoxicating... their stomachs so round..." the blonde stated as he ran his hand along Trunks' stomach.

Her breath hitched, and she winced away, "Don't hurt the baby... I swear if you-"

"Oh, we won't hurt your precious baby... we just want you, sexy," the blonde stated, his hand moving upwards to run along her breast.

From the mall entrance, the door opened, Goten walking out backwards, waving to someone. He turned, then stopped.

She lowered her head and stopped struggling. "Just don't hurt my baby...."

The brunette laughed and went to grab Trunks, when suddenly his head jerked back as a foot kicked along his jaw. Moving faster than human eyes could follow, Goten had kicked the brunette in the face, flipping him over the car roof as he turned and grabbed the blonde's hand that was on Trunks, breaking it's wrist as he swung him around, tossing him into the air and to crash into the second thug. He then wrapped his arms around Trunks, holding her while keeping his eyes on the downed thugs.

Trunks shuddered in shock, unable to comprehend what'd almost happened as she clung to him, her jewelled cane-sword laying on the ground where the thug'd dropped it.

From other areas of the lot, seven young men threw down their cigarrettes and began to approach, hands reaching for who-knew-what hidden in their jackets. Then there were the two Goten had attacked, the Brunette unconscious, the other howling in pain.

Goten's senses picked up their movements. He grabbed his set of keys and opened the door, pushing Trunks inside. "Stay here. If you have to, leave. I'll be fine," he ordered as he slammed the door shut.

Trunks's eyes widened as she watched what was happening. The seven young man converged on Goten, and she slammed down the lock on the door, refusing to leave unless she had to.

Brass knuckles, chains and knives appeared.

Goten got into a defensive positioning, knowing he couldn't power up in public like this... he was tough, his saiyan heritage giving him harder skin and stronger muscles in a normal form. That would have to do.

Trunks bit into her fist as she saw the first three attack, one swinging a chain around toward Goten's head, the other reaching with a brassed punch while the third swiped behind him with the long knife.

Goten ducked down, grabbing onto the chain and pulling that thug forward and into the brass knuckler as he swiped the leg of the knife welder.

The knife wielder went down as the chained collided with the brass knuckle bearer. Angrily, a three more bearing chains with barbs on them, attacked, one standing and watching with a glare, not having pulled a weapon as yet.

Trunks ducked in the car, now too terrified to leave, even if she had to.

A few grunts were heard, mostly from the thugs, but a few of Goten's as well, the weakest of the demi-saiyans was never the best at close range fighting. Goten kept moving, taking the hits and giving them back tenfold as he kept moving, the fate of his best friend and child at stake. He felt an urge deep inside, giving him more strength in his normal form than he ever felt before.

One by one they fell away, until the sound of crashing glass was heard, then a scream. Trunks had been pulled partway through the window by the watching thug, who now held a gun to her head.

She was bleeding from cuts given by broken glass, all along her left side, and her eyes were wide in terror.

Goten turned, his eyes narrowing. He stood up straight, his back scratched up, cuts down his back, along his face and bruises were everywhere. "Let. Her. Go." he commanded, his eyes turning dangerously hazel.

"I don't see there's anything you can do. Now - I've got a gun to your rich bitch's head, and most of my gang has been... incapacitated by you. That's hardly a fair trade," the man's smile was sickening and he licked Trunks's cheek, grabbing her breast. "There's plenty of rich bitch to go around."

Fuck the rules, Goten thought as he held a single hand forward, forming a ki blast at his fingers. He shot it out, melting the tip of the gun. "Get your fucking hands off her before I take them off you myself," he growled.

The man dropped the gun, "What're you, some kind of demon freak?!" the man threw Trunks away from him as he hightailed it out of there, the other thugs helping eachother up and away. Trunks careered toward the pavement, falling out the window of the car....

Goten flew forward, catching Trunks and putting her safely on the ground, then looked up, his eyes narrowed before he disappeared, appearing in front of the head thug, punching him straight across the jaw.

He slammed backward, crying out in pain, before producing a switchblade and trying to cut at Goten's wrist.

Goten screamed, his hair going blonde almost insantly. The blade broke against his skin, and the turquoise eyes of a very pissed off super saiyajin stared down at the head thug.

The thug's eyes widened and he backed away, "Hey, nothing against your rich bi... er lady... we was just having some fun, y'know?... I heard of you... you're that gold fighter fella from when we was kids, aintcha... not like we woulda done nothin or nothin...."

Goten brought his hands up and cracked his knuckles. "Sure... and nothing against you, but now I'm ready to have some fun of my own," he smirked. "Just give you a reminder not to even think of doing anything ever again... to ANYONE."

The thug turned and tried to run, the rest of his gang already long gone.

Goten's hand shot out, grabbing the thug by his hair, pulling him back hard. "Oh no... I said I'm ready to have my fun, and I plan on having it." He turning the thug to stare him in the eye. "What were you planning on doing to her, huh? Raping her? Taking away her dignity? Her honor? How would you like that done to you, huh?" he growled, sneering, a fang poking through his lips.

"N... nothing.. uh... tea...?"

Goten lifted him with one hand, his other forming a ki blast right at the level of the thug's privates. "How about I clip your manhood... see how that would feel to you?" he growled.

The thug's eyes were wide with terror. "Don't.. I swear... I'll give you anything... I...."

"You can't give me anything," he growled, the blast growing bigger.

In the distance, coming closer, the sound of sirens beckoned, heralding the soon arrival of the police.

Goten's ears flicked at the sound. He looked at the thug, then sneered. "You're not worth it. You're just a piece of trash." With that, he turned and threw the thug across the parking lot, crashing him into the side of a dumpster. He turned and slowly walked back to the car.

The thug went unconscious the moment he hit; and as Goten approached, Trunks was sunk to her knees on the pavement, still bleeding from the broken glass that shattered against her left, small cuts in her face and arm testament to terror.

Goten knelt down, picking her up. Not even bothering to untransform, he capsulized the car, put it in his pocket, then took off for home, carrying Trunks, not caring what the reprecussions to come from his saiyajin family would bring. He needed to get them out of there now, and this was the fastest way.

Trunks was silent, just huddled against him as he held her, shaking not with cold, but with realisation of what nearly had happened.

Soon they landed on the balcony. Goten just kicked the door in. He'd get it fixed later. He carried Trunks to her room and placed her gently on the bed.

She pulled her knees up, not really responding, the glass in her skin shining in the lamplight.

"Stay put," he ordered, his voice still clipped with saiyajin tones as he walked to the bathroom, getting the first aid kit. He walked back, then stopped. He closed his eyes and did a quick ki check for his child. He should have done it sooner... damnit, if something happened....

The child's ki was as bright as ever, though the ki of it's mother around it was dull, withdrawn. Goten nodded, then set to work, pulling out the glass, dressing each cut, not caring about the ones on his own body that were slowly soaking the ripped tatters of his shirt.

She let him care for her, her right hand coming up to touch his skin, worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine," he stated, still glowing from his anger, unable to release the transformation. He kept working, his eyes narrowed and focused.

She remained silent, watching as he bandaged up most of her arm, shoulder, and a few cuts on the left of her face.

It wasn't long before he finished, then looked her over once more for anything he might have missed. It looked as though he hadn't.

She dropped her legs over the side of the bed, reaching for the peroxide, "Take off your shirt," was the first thing she'd said to him since he left her in the mall.

"I'm fine," he stated, closing the kit.

"You're bleeding," She was persistant, looking up at him.

"It's not all mine," he stated, standing up.

"But some of it is," she stood, putting a hand on his arm. "Please... let me care for you?"

"I am fine. You need to rest." he stated. "You were hurt badly.

"No worse than you," she tugged at his arm some. "Please, Goten?"

Goten sighed, then his eyes narrowed sharply. He turned quickly, forming a ki blast, sensing someone at the balcony door.

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