Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Thirty-Seven ( Chapter 37 )

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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-Seven
January 19, 798 (thursday)
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After supper, Trunks took Truten into her room, playing with the child a little bit before changing her and rocking her to sleep while Goten worked on the dishes.

Goten was in a tight black top, the sleeves falling off her shoulders, revealing leather bra supported by silver chains as the strap. She was also sporting the tightest pair of jean shorts that she and Bra could find in K-mart, the shorts just falling below the curve of her behind... the one she wiggled as she danced to the music while doing dishes.

Truten finally asleep, Trunks carefully lay her in her crib, turning on the soft mobile as he left the room, closing the door to a crack. He moved to the kitchen door, and felt longing grow in his heart once more as he watched Goten.

"Oh baby, baby - I shouldn't have let you go - And now you're out of sight, yeah - Show me how want it to be. - Tell me baby 'cause I need to know now, oh because..." Goten sang as she swished her hips.

A barely audible growl left Trunks's throat. He just couldn't take it anymore, not being able to barely touch her, except in slumber. He wanted to touch her, to taste her... to make her feel what he knew she could.

Three steps and his arms were around her from behind, his right crossed over her chest, his hand resting over her breast, his left hand slid down and cupping her womanhood as he kissed her neck. "Goten.... you're killing me....." he growled softly.

Goten dropped the plate she was drying, freezing in her spot. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Trunks..." she whispered, not sure what was going to happen.

"Pleeaase," he whispered against her ear, his long hair tickling her shoulder. "Please let me touch you... please. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to, I promise. Just... please...." his voice held a broken, pleading tone.

Goten leaned back against him, her only response was a whimpering moan from feeling something very different inside her body, starting from his hands, and moving out in waves over her.

Gently, he tweaked her nipple, his left hand unerringly brushing against her nub. "Tell me, Goten... tell me you'll let me touch you?"

Goten cried out, leaning her head back, her hips pushing up towards his hand.

He kissed at her neck, pressing her closer to the counter, his hand pressed tightly between, moving slightly once more as he gently massaged her breast. "Feels better when someone else touches you... doesn't it," he whispered, gently kissing the nape of her neck.

Goten never felt this before... she of course had been curious... and after learning how to, enjoyed to touch herself... but this..."Kami..." she whimpered, arching her back a bit.

He licked at the side of her neck, kissing her shoulder as his left hand continued to move against her treasure, his right slipping beneath her shirt and gently grasping her breast through the leather of the bra.

Goten's eyes widened and she cried out, falling forward before leaning back hard into Trunks, her hips unconciously pumping up at his hand, wetting against his fingers.

He groaned as he felt himself stir, pressing himself tightly behind her before quickly slipping his hand away. He quickly unbuttoned her shorts, then his hand slipped down, between her panties and her skin, his fingers gently stroking her. "Goten..." he whispered her name like a prayer - knowledge of what he was doing to her... making his heart soar.

She spread her legs slightly, giving him better access. "Oh gods... Trunks..." she cried, her arms coming above her head and wrap backwards around his neck.

His right hand slipped beneath the leather bra, pushing it up as he continued to stroke one breast, and then the other, back and forth, leaving neither unattended. He tilted his hand slightly to dip a few fingers into her wet heat, bringing the slickened appendages out to glance over her nub smoothely.

Goten bucked, crying loudly as a flood of heat washed over her body, and she grabbed Trunks's hair tightly to hold her up as she came all over his hand.

He grunted as she pulled at his hair, his fangs brushing against her shoulder as he left a small hickey mark, continuing to stroke her, his right hand holding her up as he kept her there. "Ride the wave," he encouraged her. "Let it just crash over you and take over," he whispered.

Goten did so, her breaths in small pants, cries as for the first time she felt exactly what in a male form he caused Trunks to feel... and it was amazing.

He turned her around, seating her on the counter and pulling her in for a deep kiss as he continued stroking her, his other hand pulling off her panties and shorts as he did so.

Goten clung to him, her fingers searching for someplace to touch, to feel, her lips claiming Trunks as her own as she pumped her hips against his hand.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting a slightly different Goten than he was used to, but knowing it was still Goten nonetheless. He moved his kisses downward, suckling first one pert nipple, than the other; her movements, her sounds intoxicating him as he continued to stroke her.

Goten leaned back onto the counter, gasping for breath as she whimpered, her hands playing in Trunks' hair. "Gods Trunks... please..." she whispered.

"As long as you are pleased," he whispered against her stomach kissing it, then moving his hand away as he nuzzled the soft dark hair at the juncture of her thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her. He groaned... so spicey... so sweet... so perfect.

At that feeling... the softness of a tongue against that spot, she screamed in pleasure, cumming again... so sensative in that part of her body.

He knelt before her as though worshipping a goddess, resting her legs to either side of his shoulders, pressing a finger into her, finding her spot easily, as he licked at her again, suckling... drinking up her sweet nectar.

Goten thrashed about on the counter, riding the wave as Trunks wouldn't let her come back down, wanting more... fearing it and craving it at the same time... "Please Trunks..." she cried out.

He was so hard now it was painful, but her cries egged him on, letting her come down slightly as he lapped up her essence, licking at the joint of her thighs; then down to lick and nip behind her knee, knowing it was sensative, his hand still gently stroking her, keeping her just beneath the mountain's peak.

"Oh gods... please Trunks!" Goten cried, grabbing his hair and curling over his head, pushing his face deep into her crotch, wanting something deep inside.

He slipped a second finger inside, gently stroking her, "I made a promise, Goten," he whispered, kissing her stomach.

"I don't care!" she cried, hugging his head, her breasts in his face.

He groaned, suckling her breasts, slowly bringing her down, stroking her as she recoverd. "No Goten... if I did, everything I've learned about respecting women would be for nothing," he said with regret.

She lay back on the counter, whimpering. "I hate you..." she panted, not meaning it.

"I won't take advantage of you," he whispered, kissing at the base of her throat.

"You're evil," she pouted.

"Maybe, but even evil has someone they care too much about to hurt," He withdrew his fingers, brushing them across the back of her knee, his lips catching hers once more, filled with all his being.

Goten kissed him back, grabbing onto his shirt, holding him close, pressing her hips upwards into him. "But I want you now..." she whimpered.

He groaned, "Goten, please... don't."

"Please Trunks... I want to feel what it's like with you in me..." Goten begged.

"You're not thinking clearly," He whispered, kissing her cheek.

Goten looked at Trunks, then pushed away, grabbing her clothing and running to the bedroom, shutting the door, tiny cries coming from inside.

Trunks watched her go, gripping his hand into a fist, wincing. He knew what she was thinking, but she was wrong. He wanted her... too much. It ... he just couldn't do that to her, he'd made a promise. And that promise was to her.

Angry with himself for even letting down his guard so much as to instigate what'd happened, he penned a quick note, leaving it on the table, and going to the saiyajin training ground. For the first time since his father had forced him back into being male... he really needed to blow something up.

Goten laid in bed, curled up, wishing she knew just why Trunks didn't like her... was she REALLY that ugly? She tried so hard to tease him, trying to seduce him, but he wouldn't touch her... and now... now he had, and she wanted him to keep going, but he wouldn't! Why wouldn't he?!

Trunks jumped to SSJ for the first time since long before he was even turned into a woman. The ground was a wasteland, home to so many fights, but amazingly there was still a few mesas standing.

There wouldn't be for long, all his heartache lending to his strength.

Goten bit her lip, letting her hand slide between her legs, feeling, trying to find out how Trunks did what he had done... her body wanting more... wishing he was here to give it to her... her own hand didn't compare anymore.

He couldn't take it. She probably hated him now... hated him. That hurt so much... to think she would hate him. Why? He cared for her, that's why. He cherished her.... Cherishes....

Realising blowing up a landsape wouldn't do much good, he turned and swiftly flew back toward home.

Goten gave up, not able to bring herself to completetion, and instead fell into a fitful sleep, still naked, her thighs wet with her own essence.

Trunks quietly entered the house, feeling her ki in fitful slumber, dropping his shoes at the door and stripping to his boxers in the hall. He went into their bedroom and slid in behind her, cuddling her to himself, resting his hand over her slick heat, the covers pulled over them. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her sleeping form.

Goten whimpered in her sleep, pressing backwards against him.

He groaned softly, and sighed, kissing the back of her shoulder. "Sleep... rest," he whispered to her, nuzzling her, himself getting sleepy just by having mentally worn himself out.

Goten snuggled back into his arms, sighing contently, relaxing in his arms.

He closed his eyes, and soon fell to his own deep slumber.

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