Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Twenty-Seven ( Chapter 27 )

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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 27
May 27, 797 (friday)
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By the time Goten got home from work, Trunks had news for him. She'd been good and not left her room but to relieve herself, and she'd even talked to the midwife AND made all the requested phone calls in search of someone to wed them privately.

Goten walked in, exhusted. His partner had called in sick, and it had been a busy day. He went to Trunks' room and flopped into the chair there. "I'm exhusted."

"I'm sorry... want me to call for takeout?" she asked, pouting slightly.

"Nah, I'll be fine... just need to relax a bit." He smiled at her. "How was your day?"

"Good and bad," she nodded, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn. "Little Chibi was really active...."

"Wants to come out," he chuckled.

"Probably," she half smiled. "So. You want the bad news first, or the good news?"

"Bad news?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah... kinda," she whimpered.

"What kind of 'bad news'."

"The kind that says no sex...?"

He sighed, "Well... I guess we'll live."

"What's the good news?" He asked.

"I found a priest!" She grinned.

Goten's eyes lit up. "Really?"

She nodded, "Yes, and he'll be here on saturday... er, tomorrow night - to wed us."

Goten got some energy back, and went over to kiss her. She blinked in surprise, but in no wise pulled away.

"I guess that means I should go out and get us rings or something?" Goten said, pulling back and bouncing on the balls of his feet, full of energy now.

"I thought you said you were exhausted - and no, we don't need rings." Trunks rolled her eyes.

"Well, I was exhausted until I got happy," Goten grinned.

"Good, now that you're happy, you can make us supper," she smirked.

"As you wish. What would you like?"

"Chocolate?"

"Anything to go with your chocolate?"

"Salt and vinegar chips, and dill pickles."

"I'll have to make sure we still have some of those in the house, but sure!" he said, leaving the room.

She sighed happily and leaned back against the bed, slowly a small frown touching her lips as she turned her head to look out the window.

He came back, tossing a bag of chips onto the bed, the chocolate syrup under his arm as he worked to open the pickle jar. "I swear, woman... you're human, but you still close this tightly."

"It's probably stuck because of the pickle juice," she said, taking out a few chips and nibbling on them.

Goten chuckled, then smiled as he got it open, setting the jar on her bedstand with the syrup. "Anything to drink?"

"I'd kill for sake. Uhm... Orange Juice?" She smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, thought you were missing a food group," he walked back out.

"AND RICE CAKES! THE CINNAMON ONES!" she called with a giggle, putting a bit of syrup onto another chip to munch.

"ANYTHING ELSE?!" he shouted.

"MILK!!"

"How about I just bring you the fridge?" he asked.

"NO!" she called back. "JUST ROCK CANDY TOO!"

Goten came back a few moments later, carrying all of the above, as well as a banana for himself... the only thing LEFT in the kitchen. "Dinner is served."

"Thank you!" she smiled, arranging everything on the little tray next to her. "Want some chocolate for your banana?"

"Nah... I'm ok," he said, sitting back on his chair and peeling the fruit.

"Okay," she smiled and tucked in, putting chocolate on just about everything. "Later, can you look in my closet and see if I have any decent pregnancy dresses? Oh, and before you go tomorrow, please bring over a mirror and my makeup..." she said between bites.

"Sure... wait." He sat up. "Um... who's due to sit with you tomorrow while I'm at work?"

"Grandma, why..... OH SHIT!" she put her hand over her forehead.

Goten leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "We need to figure out someone who can keep a secret...."

"Uhm.... I don't know a single woman who can keep a secret.... who isn't related to you, anyhow."

"Marron?"

"She's friends with my sister.... And before you suggest it, not Eighteen - she despises me for never dating Marron - she'd use it as blackmail. She likes blackmailing people."

"You know... I bet Bra wouldn't tell... instead just holding it over you like blackmail.... we only need to worry about it for a few months, after all..."

Trunks just looked at him, "this is my sister we're talking about. She'd hold it over my head until it just got too good to keep a secret any more. You KNOW this." she groaned. "What about ... no, he'd never agree to stick around here anyhow...."

Goten thought, then looked up, smirking.

Trunks blinked, "Who?"

"Gohan."

"And the 'let's not let anyone in our families know' thing has a loophole for him, how?"

"Because Gohan is the only one I can think of who I can manipulate into knowing and witnessing, cause we need those too, that won't tell on us.

"If you really think you can pull it off... I bet Videl wouldn't tell either, then we have the required two witnesses...."

"The only downfall is that we'd have to deal WITH them... but I bet Gohan would agree to... he would want our child to have a proper family for the records."

"Yeah, well it's up to you - you're the daddy," She said, putting some chocolate onto a pickle.

Goten thought a moment more, then stood up and walked across the room. He pulled out his cell phone and pushed a number. A moment later. "Hey Onii-Chan, what's up?" ... "Yeah, everything's fine... hey, what you doing right now?"... "Great, can you and Videl come over here for maybe some coffee and dessert?"... "No, Pan doesn't need to come, just you two..." he looked at Trunks.

Trunks put her pillow over her head.

"You'll be here in an hour? Great! I'll see if Trunks left anything in the freezer to eat. Thanks Bro!" he closed his cell phone and smiled. "They're coming over."

"Without Pan, right?" Trunks's pillow muffled voice asked.

"Yeah, she's going over to Marron's for a sleepover with your sister."

"The terrible trio," Trunks removed the pillow. "Can you help me clean up?... y'know, put my shirt back on and my pants," she teased.

"Want a proper bath this time, eh? Sure, why not. Finish your dinner and I'll iron some clothes for you." He went to the closet.

"Thank you dahlink," Trunks vamped, going back to her pickles and chocolate on cinnamon rice-cakes.

Goten sighed, shaking his head, then walked into the livingroom and started to iron.

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