Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Thirty-Four ( Chapter 34 )

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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-Four
October 25, 797 (Tuesday)
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It had been about two weeks now since Goten had been changed into a girl. She had slept alone in their bedroom each night, afraid of having Trunks touch her intimately. In her head, it wasn't right that way anymore. But now, a thread of revenge plucked into her mind... after all, accident or not, this WAS Trunks's fault. So, she pulled out her cell phone and called the revenge expert.

"Hello, Bra speaking."

"Who is it?" Pan asked, munching on a hot dog.

"Hey Bra, it's Goten," the female voice spoke.

Bra chuckled. "It's your aunt."

"But I don't have an... oh!" Pan broke out in a fit of giggles

"Bra... can we go shopping... I want to get revenge," an evil smirk was on Goten's face.

Bra chuckled. "She wants to go shopping to get revenge on Trunks. Want to come with?"

"Who are you talking to?" Goten asked.

"Pan."

"Oh."

"SURE!" Pan downed the hotdog and reached for another, "Long as we don't go to Victoria's Secret...."

"But she's going to need bras and panties... come on, Pan, it'll be fun!"

"And I have Trunks' credit card..." Goten said.

"Ah, I love spending my brother's money," Bra purred. "We'll pick you up in ten minutes."

"Great, I'll have the carseat ready."

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THAT NIGHT
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Trunks came home from work, hanging his jacket on the tree. "I swear, if one more person asks my opinion..." he muttered.

"Welcome home!" Goten called from the kitchen. The radio was playing a hip hop CD and Truten was in swing, watching as her "mommy" danced while making dinner... in a tight red top with her red lace bra poking through, and a pair of tight black stretchpants. Her hair was also cut short and spiky, and her ears were freshly pierced.

Trunks looked to where the commotion was, and his eyes widened... okay maybe he was turning male a bit again.... "Damn..." he muttered to himself.

"I'm making dinner," she smiled, wearing a hint of makeup, not much, keeping natural but bringing out her eyes and lips. "Hope you like shrimp scampi!"

Trunks went and grabbed a robe, putting it over her shoulders, "Will you get some clothes on!"

"But I am wearing clothes! See." She pushed off the robe. "I even got bras that fit now!" she smiled and showed off the bra strap, silk lace.

Trunks whimpered, "Goten....."

"Yeah?" she asked, smiling really sweetly.

He kissed her forehead, "I'll go wash up."

She winked. "OK. I'll finish up here." She smiled, slapped his butt, then went back to cooking and dancing.

Trunks sighed, watching her a moment, then pinching the bridge of his nose and going to take a cold shower.

Goten leaned over and tickled Truten. "We're going to have fun now, right sweetie?"

Trunks returned a little bit later, rubbing his long hair with the towel. He refused to cut it, liking it long. He picked up and snuggled Truten, "How's momma's little girl?" he asked, kissing her forehead and tickling her belly. "You were good for papa today?"

"She was very good. We've started on baby food today... " Goten smiled.

"Really? Man, time's flying," Trunks sighed. She crawled without him around too. He was missing everything....

"Dinner's ready when you are," Goten stated, walking into the dining room. She had laid out the meal, incuding two glasses of wine, and a bunch of florwers in the center of the table.

Trunks looked at the setting, "You really went all out today, hon," he hadn't yet got out of the habit of calling his... was it ex husband? that.

"Well, I just thought we all needed some redecorating." She smiled, tucking her napkin into the top of her shirt... right down the center of her clevage.

Trunks's eyes followed then he blinked, looking down to his food. "it's a nice touch."

"Eat up, I made them extra special... spiced just the way you like it." She smiled, then scooped up a bit, well manicured hands putting the fork into her mouth. She closed her eyes, purred, then slowly pulled the utensil back out. "Perfect."

Trunks whimpered and made sure to watch his plate, and nothing else, the rest of the meal, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"You ok?" she asked after a while, noting his discomfort and smirking to herself internally.

Trunks cleared his throat, "I'm alright, the meal's wonderful, Goten - you haven't lost your touch."

"Thanks." Finished, Goten picked up her plate, then leaned over in front of Trunks. "Done? I'll clean the dishes."

"You do that," he squeaked, gulping.

Goten just smiled, kissing his nose, then walking back to the sink, her hips swishing from a woman not knowing really how to walk with a woman's hips.

"I think I'll take Truten into the other room... yeah," Trunks said, picking up the baby and going to the living room.

"She might need a new nappy too," Goten chuckled, going to do the dishes.

"I'll take care of it!" Trunks shouted.

"She had turnips today!" Goten smirked.

Trunks just groaned.

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