Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Thirty-Three ( Chapter 33 )

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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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PART TWO
Chapter Thirty-Three
October 10, 797 (Monday) continued
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This was going to be a very interesting year coming up....

"But... but... I don't wanna be the girl..." she cried into Trunks's shoulder.

Bra chuckled. "You're already acting like one," she commented.

"Bra," Gohan warned, rocking the baby.

"Shhhhh," Trunks rubbed Goten's back as he kissed her head. "We'll figure something out."

Goten just wailed. "My mom is going to kill me!" she cried.

"No she's not, I'll make sure of it, Chibi," Trunks soothed.

"Promise?" the squeaky female voice asked, black eyes glistening, looking at him.

"I promise," he kissed her forehead. "I'll always be there for you, Goten. Always have been, you know that."

Goten whimpered, nodding.

Bra walked over to Gohan. "How long until she's pregnant?" she asked the older Demi-Saiyan.

"Bra!" Gohan looked at the youngest demi in shock.

Trunks flicked a ki blast at his sister... oh how much he'd missed that. "C'mon, let's get Truten and go home, we'll work something out, Chibi - you can have my old clothes."

Goten started to cry again. "I have to buy a new waredrobe!"

Bra smirked, "I'll take you shopping."

Trunks gathered Goten into his arms, it a strange sensation, as he walked over to Gohan.

Gohan gave Trunks a stern look. "You had better behave, ok?" he warned, handing the baby over.

"I'm not the person I used to be, Gohan. I will behave," He promised, cradling the baby with Goten in his arms.

"You'd better," Gohan smirked, then stood out of the way so they could leave.

"I give them four months, tops." Bra smirked.

"Shut up, Bra," Trunks muttered, taking slowly to the air, and bringing them home.

Goten whimpered the whole way home. He felt so weak... helpless... he did NOT like this one bit.

Trunks nuzzled her hair, careful not to drop either Goten nor Truten, and soon landed on the balcony, using his bare foot to open the door and bring them inside.

Once on solid ground, Goten tried to wiggle herself free. "Put me down..." she whimpered.

Trunks did so, carefully, his other arm still cradling Truten as he did so. "Sorry," He apologised again.

"I don't want to talk to you!" Goten shouted, pushing away, crying as she ran to their bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Trunks winced at the doorslam, then sat down on the couch, cuddling Truten. "Well, momma's big mouth made a real mess outta things, didn't it Truten?" he asked.

The infant was still trying to decide if she liked her mother's 'new' form, but finally, a little fussy, started trying to root for milk.

"Damn, I didn't think about that, sweetie... I better go buy you some formula, huh?" he asked, standing up and looking for his purse, more specifically the wallet inside.

Goten was in the bedroom, having slipped out of the oversized jeans. She sniffled, her face blotchy as she searched for something to wear. She didn't want to wear anything of Trunks'... she wanted to wear her stuff, but it was too big now. Finally she found a pair of scrubs and slipped into them, pulling the drawsting in as far as she could.

"Goten!" Trunks called, finally having found the purse, and putting the wallet into the back pocket of the jeans he'd borrowed earlier. "I have to take Truten out for a bit!"

"Where are you going?!" Goten screeched through the door.

"I have to go buy formula," Trunks said, moving to stand outside the door. "Truten needs to have something, and I can't exactly nurse her anymore..." his voice was filled with tainted regret.

"Ok.... " she whimpered, pulling the comforter off the bed and wrapping it around herself.

Trunks knocked softly, "Goten...?" He waited a moment. "Goten, honey?" he called again.

"What?" came the whimpering voice through the door.

"Can I come in a minute?" he asked gently.

"No." Goten whimpered.

Trunks sighed. "Just... be here when I come back," he said softly, turning from the door, Truten in his arms.

"Where am I going to go?" she whimpered to herself, siting on the bed, crying.

"I promise I'll come back," Trunks said, and a few moments later, was the sound of the front door closing.

With the sound, Goten sniffled, then went to the door. She hesitently opened it, then looked around the house. Seeing she was alone, she went to the livingroom and looked in the large hallway mirror. She looked nothing like her male form... too skinney, her face small with big cheeks, red eyes from crying and her hair was all in tangles. "I LOOK LIKE A BANSHEE!" she cried, kneeling on the floor.

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Twenty minutes later, the sound of the lock being turned came from the front door.

Goten was curled up at the foot of the mirror, having falling into a whimpering sleep.

Truten, now sleepysucking her new bottle, was quiet, so Trunks carefully stepped past and put her into her crib before he knelt next to Goten, gathering her into his arms and carrying her back toward their room.

Goten still whimpered, opening her eyes. She realized it was Trunks and started to fight free. "Don't touch me!" she shouted.

"Woah!" Trunks carefully set her to her feet and backed away, holding his hands in surrender, "I was just carrying you to bed so you could sleep more comfortably!"

"I don't want you touching me!" Goten squealed, pulling the comforter around him. "How could you do this to me, Trunks!"

"Goten you know it wasn't on purpose," he said keeping his distance. "It was me muttering, the Dragon thought I was making a wish. Goten, I no more want you to be a woman than I want to be a man!" He looked hurt. "This is all fucked up, and I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I have to say that until you believe me! I just want everything to be the way it was when we went to sleep last night!"

"But it's not!" she screeched. "YOU TURNED ME INTO A GIRL!"

"I know," Trunks said quietly, looking at the floor and sighing. His stance changed slightly, as though he were withdrawing himself.

"And I'm ugly one too!" she cried, falling to her knees.

Trunks blinked in shock, looking to her, He knelt before her, tilting her chin up, "No you're not."

"I look like a banshee... I saw it in the mirror myself." Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You've been crying," he chuckled, wiping away some of her tears. "Listen, I've spent almost the last two years as a woman, lots of magazines, makeovers and everything. You are very beautiful as a girl, Goten - trust me."

Goten pulled away a bit, looking at Trunks, not sure if she could trust him anymore, wanting too, but really not sure.

"Very beautiful," Trunks repeated, honestly. "Believe me - I've got the first hard on I've had in almost two years," he chuckled. "You're a beautiful woman, and I am SO sleeping on the couch so that I can keep good on my promise," he smiled.

Goten just pulled the blankets around her tighter, not sure what to think of that.

"I promise I'll be good," Trunks told her, wrapping the blankets tighter around her, "Remember, I'm a woman in soul, Goten... I don't think I could bring myself to do anything anyhow... it just... I don't know how to be a guy," he pushed his hand through her hair, unmussing the tangles. "I'll make us some supper, okay?"

Goten just nodded, whimpering.

"Okay," Trunks helped her up. "The wardrobe is yours, try to find something comfortable, I'm sure there's a few pairs of jeans or sweats in there that should fit."

"I don't want to wear your clothes," Goten whimpered.

"Okay, we'll buy you some of your own later - and you said I was high maintenance," He chuckled, kissing her forehead and going to the kitchen to start up dinner for them.

"I don't want to wear your clothes because they're your clothes... you're supposed to be wearing them, and I'm supposed to be wearing mine," she sniffled softly.

"I know. Trust me, I know," Trunks sighed, pulling down some pans and getting things out of the fridge."

Goten padded out into the livingroom, the comforter still wrapped tightly around her as she curled up on the couch. "Maybe we can get a time machine and go back to this morning and keep your mouth shut!"

"Maybe we can go further back and murder my father..." Trunks muttered.

"Could we?" she looked at him hopefully.

"No time machine," Trunks sighed.

"Your mom can make one..." she whimpered.

"And before she got anywhere, Dad would break it... we're stuck like this for a year, Chibi... I'm sorry."

Goten just started whimpering. "Then next year I'm wishing your dad into a human female so he knows what it feels like!" she cried.

"But if we do that for the second wish, I'm stuck as a guy for even LONGER!"

"No, we make the first wish to switch places, so we both get back to normal!"

"But I was hoping to just go to being female, and still be strong," Trunks chuckled.

"I don't like being weak and helpless... it was bad enough I was the weakest of us saiyans... now I'm really weak!"

"I know how you feel," Trunks commiserated, starting the stir fry.

Goten curled tighter into herself, sniffling.

"It'll be okay, I promise.

"I don't wanna be a girl..." she whimpered softly to herself, rocking back and forth.

Trunks came over, rubbing her shoulders gently. "I know.. Goten. I know..."

Goten pulled away a bit, not wanting to deny the attention, but not sure if she watned to be touched just yet.

Trunks said nothing, moving back to work at the stove.

"Truten's not even going to reconignize me now... "

"Actually, I think your Saiyajin genes helped a lot there... At first she didn't seem like she wanted to recognise me, but she decided she did, I'm sure she'll recognise you too."

"But I don't look anything like I used too... you kinda looked the same."

"Goten... you do. You're just more feminine, and your hair flops down, in stead of sticking up, that's all.

"I don't like it."

"If you want I can help you fix it up nice."

"There's no way you can do that. I look like a monster."

"You are NOT a MONSTER!" Trunks turned around looking at him, his hands on his hips. "Will you stop putting yourself down like that?!"

"What am I supposed to do then, huh?" she looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.
,br> "I..." Trunks sighed. "I don't know, but Goten please don't put yourself down, okay? It...hurts to hear you doing that," he turned back to make sure the food didn't burn.

Goten just whimpered.

Trunks moved to set a plate of food in front of Goten. "Here..." he said quietly, unable to stop himself from brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

Goten reached out and wrapped her arms around Trunks, squeezing him tightly. "Don't leave me."

Trunks stiffened, not sure how to respond, having been pushed away so much. He then wrapped his arms around her and held her gently, "I already told you, I'm not leaving."

"I'm sorry... I'm just scared... I don't know what to do or think!" Goten cried into his chest.

"I know..." he rubbed her back, "I know, Goten. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Remember, Cherish each other, uphold each other in all things, be loyal in all ways," he said softly, repeating their marriage vows. "We may not be married anymore, but I meant what I said."

Goten nodded. "Okay..."

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