Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Thirty-One ( Chapter 31 )

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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 Thirty-One
June 1, 797 (Wednesday)
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Four days later, the Doctors decided Trunks was healed enough that she could go home. She was instructed not to overdo anything as she healed, was given medications - everything she needed for the first few weeks post partum. Now, she was at home, seated in a chair, breast-feeding Truten as she dozed, listening to some soft music.

Goten was in the hall closet where the washer and dryer was, doing laundry. His last minute marriage qualified him for paternity leave, and he was busy taking care of the house while his wife rested and recovered from her major surgeries.

Trunks fell to sleep, Truten safe in her arms, leaned back in her chair, feet up, small smile on her face.

Shutting the dryer's door with his hip, he walked into the living room. Chuckling at the sight, he went to the bedroom and put the basket on the bed, folding the clothes as he hummed to himself.

Finally Trunks woke up, and looked down at their child. "Hey Truten, you're not done yet? You must have a saiyajin appetite, I don't think Momma has enough milk for you," she chuckled softly, running her finger down the suckling baby's cheek.

"Takes after her daddy," Goten smirked, walking back into the room, hanging over the side of the chair to kiss his daughter's head.

Trunks smiled, looking at Goten, she flicked the bandana in his hair with one hand, "You look all domesticated," she teased.

"Gotta be a good husband to take care of my wife," he chuckled, kissing Trunks's cheek next.

She smiled, "Hey, I think you're doing a great job, Husband," she teased him, slipping a hand behind his neck to draw him for a better kiss.

Goten kissed her deeper, a deep purr of contentment in his throat.

She let her fingers play into his hair, then pulled away, kissing his nose. She looked down at their child, "That has to be the cutest baby alive...."

"Of course... with parents like us, there's no ugly gene in the pool," he smirked.

Trunks just laughed, shaking her head. "Ego trip."

"How can I not have one?" Goten walked around, kneeling in front of the chair and resting his elbows on her knees. "I have a beautiful daughter, and a sexy woman as my wife. What more could I ask for?"

Goten had come to believe that if perhaps he kept Trunks thinking that she was a perfect wife and mother... maybe she would stay like this... not change back...

"Well, as long as it's not my red mustang convertable, or the keys to the condo in California," she laughed, wrinkling her nose at him

"I take it she's due to collect," Goten chuckled.

"Soon as she figures out she won," Trunks shook her head. "I think I got the better end of the deal anyhow, I got you and Truten."

Goten smiled, then leaned to kiss her again. "Me too."

A few moments later... the doorbell rang.

"Can you get it?" Trunks asked. "Still not up to walking and holding Truten at the same time," she apologised.

Goten nodded and kissed her forehead. He went to the door and opened it, finding Bra standing there with a large shopping bag at her feet. "Ah, hey Goten. How's my brother-in-law?" she asked, smirking.

"Answering the door, idiot, you coming in?!" Trunks called to her little sister.

"Of course!" Bra squealed, picking up the bag and walking in. "I want to see how my niece is doing. Oh, there she is, what a cute little baby!" Bra smiled. "Can I hold her?"

"No," Trunks said, overprotective mother that she was.

"Come on, Trunks... I wouldn't hurt her... she's too precious!" Bra smiled. Goten shook his head and closed the door, bringing the ottoman over for Bra to sit on.

"I dunno...." Trunks seemed a little indecisive, still holding the baby close. Truten'd finished eating, at least momentarily, not moments before, Trunks's shirt still down covering herself best she could.

Goten chuckled. "She's a bit posessive, Bra," he explained.

"This is Trunks, Goten. He's always been possisive." Bra smirked.

Trunks wrinkled her nose at the pronoun. "No, Bra, you can't hold Truten," she decided.

"Fine. Then I guess I'll just have to show you all the pretty stuff I bought for the baby." She reached into the bag and pulled out a bunch of cute infant outfits, all expensive designer stuff.

"Wow, Bra you really went all out!" Trunks watched.

"Only the best for my little neice. I even found these cute little booties at Abercrombie with a fake anklet bracelet... and I had a charm with her name put on it." Bra showed the booties.

"Oh that's so cute!" Trunks held out her hand to look at them.

"And I talked to one of the women in the Gap, and we took one of the stockings and made them into tail covers!" She smiled and pulled out the long slips for keeping the baby's tail warm and covered.

"That's so great!" Trunks gushed, "Look Goten, aren't they cute?" she held one up.

Goten came back, a can of soda in his hand for his sister-in-law. "Those are adorable," he stated, handing her the drink and then sitting on the arm of the chair.

"And then I got lots of cute outfits. I figured you guys didn't get much shopping done beforehand."

"Couldn't, I was too busy being in bed, figured I'd wait until it got closer to time before I did it. Did you see that cute little green dress, with all the gauzey stuff on it?" Trunks asked.

Bra smiled and pulled it out. "Of course! You know I have the best taste here," she stated.

"Oh that's just too cute, thanks Bra, I owe ya," Trunks chuckled, moving the hungry baby to her other breast, shifting her shirt slightly so she stayed mostly covered.

"You already owe me..." she smirked.

"For...?"

"Becoming a girl."

"Oh right, the capsule and keys are atop the stereo case," Trunks looked down to her daughter.

"No argument?" Bra raised her eyebrow.

"No," Trunks said, looking over her shoulder and smiling a little at Goten. "No argument."

"I think she's saying you won, Bra..." Goten smiled.

"I know... just wierd... I never win with Trunks." She smiled.

"You did this time, don't get used to it," Trunks looked at her sister with a smirk. "I still think you cheated."

"How the hell did I cheat?" Bra chuckled, walking over and taking the capsules. "The bet was all about you."



"I will. I'm glad to have a sister now..." She smiled. "I have a shopping partner."

Trunks smirked, "You bet."

"Great... I'm going to have to get a second job now," GOten chuckled.

"No worries, Goten - when I'm all healed up I can go back to work and help support us."

"But then who would take care of our cutie?"

"I can babysit!" Bra chimed in.

"I dunno...... Your mom?" Trunks ignored her sister.

"TRUNKS!" Bra whined.

"Maybe we'll ask Buu...." Trunks kept on, purely to annoy her sister.

Bra wrinkled her nose, then slapped her brother turned sister upside the head. "I still hate you." She stated.

"Ow.... hey, watch the power there," Trunks rubbed at her skull.

Bra crossed her arms. "Hn."

Goten chuckled. "We'll let you babysit, Bra. Don't worry."

"Yeah, if you can't trust family, who CAN you trust?" Trunks asked.

"Well, if you trust me... can I PLEASE hold Truten now?" Bra whined.

Trunks looked to Goten, then sighed, "Well... if you sit on the couch and are really careful - she's only a quarter saiyajin y'know..."

"I know, and I'll be careful. You know I won't hurt her." Bra sat on the couch, holding her arms out.

Trunks gave Truten to Goten, the child fussing a little at the lack of something to suck on, then put herself back in order.

Goten put his finger in the infant's mouth, walking the baby over to set in Bra's arms. "Remember to support her head, and be careful of the tail," Goten told her softly as Bra took the baby in her arms. She sat back, smiling at the infant. "She's soooo tiny," she whispered.

Truten reached up and grabbed a handful of Bra's hair, yanking HARD with a giggle.

"Ack, watch the hair..." Bra giggled, ducking her head down a bit.

Trunks chuckled, "Watch out for her grip, there's a reason my hair's pulled back into a ponytail," indeed it was, as it was just below shoulder length now.

"Aw, you're such a cutie, you wouldn't hurt your Auntie Bra now, would you?" Bra cooed and tickled the baby's chin.

Goten smiled and sat next to Trunks, wrapping his arm around her and playing with her hair.

Trunks snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Y'know what, Goten?" she asked quietly.

"What's that, sexy?" Goten asked, twirling her hair with his fingers.

She laughed softly, "I like it when you call me that..." the subject changed.

"I know," he purred softly, letting his hand run down her back.

She smiled, poking his stomach, "But that's not what I was going to say...."

"Then what were you going to say?" Goten asked, watching as Bra was totally occupied with the infant.

"Bra won because I can't remember," she said softly, watching her baby.

"Can't remember what?"

"What it was like to be a guy," she whispered, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she nuzzled him. "I have memories of things I said, what I did, what I was like, what I thought... but it feels like they belong to someone else," she whispered.

Goten kissed the top of her head. "It's only because it's been a long time... everything will be ok...."

"For months now....." she sighed. "It's a really strange... disassociative feeling."

"We'll figure it out... don't worry," he said soothingly.

"Would you be mad if I said I don't want to?" she asked quietly, looking up at him. "Y'know.. unless the dragonballs fall in our laps or something, if I just stayed like this?"

Goten's eyes opened in shock, and then his face just lit up, the happiest look imaginable on it. "Sure..." he managed to squeak.

Trunks blinked, "You're not upset?"

"Not at all." He smiled. "Not at all."

She smiled, "C'mere, you,"she put her hand on his cheek, leaning up to kiss him.

Goten slid down to kiss her back, wrapping his arms around Trunks.

Bra looked over and chuckled. "You got some really silly parents, Truten... but they do look cute together," she told the baby.

Trunks reached to the side and blindly crumpled up a tissue to throw at her sister as she kissed her husband.

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