Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fourty-Two ( Chapter 42 )

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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 Fourty-Two
May 12, 798 (friday) concluded
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"Trunks?" Goten asked, picking Truten up and walking into the kitchen.

"Hm?" he responded absently, picking glass out from his hand disapassionately, the hand doing the 'surgery' just as glass ridden... he'd get to that one next.

Goten saw the blood and gasped. "What happened?" she asked, rushing over.

"I keep forgetting how strong I am now, I broke a plate, you and Truten keep away, I'll take care of it," he said mildly, set systems to automatic.

"No, your other hand is just as hurt." Goten looked over his shoulder. "Give me a moment to put Truten in her crib and I'll take care of you."

"I'm fine, I can take care of myself," he told her, "Once this hand's clean, I'll get the other. I'll be fine, you and Truten go play or something."

Goten took a step back, biting her lip. "Are you sure...?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," he didn't look up, working at teasing out an especially bothersome glass splinter.

Goten just hugged the infant to her, then turned and walked to the baby's bedroom. She closed the door, then put Truten down, sitting on the floor. "Why can't he understand, Truten?" she asked, playing with a stuffed animal. "Why does it always seem I say one thing, and he hears another...?"

"Lerrderr lerrderr lerrderr," Truten said, picking up a block and showing it to her with a wide grin.

"Thank you," Goten said, taking it. "I mean, I'm just... we're already married, Truten... the way we SHOULD be... I don't want to go through this and let him get hurt when I get changed back... "

"Wow!" Truten whispered, holding up a black stone she found on her carpet. "Waaheee?" she looked at him, tilting her head so that her lavender bangs fell across her nose, causing her to sneeze.

"It's just... I mean, I do love him, Truten. Doesn't matter what form we're in... I think I always have loved him... but, I'm not going to be in this form forever... I think he wants to go back... why should we make ties like that in this form when it's not permenant?"

Truten cutely rolled her eyes and shook her head, giggling. "Papa!" she held her hand up to show him the shiney black rock.

"Pretty." She smiled a moment, then sighed. "I don't even know if he loves me, Truten... I feel like he does... but sometimes I wonder..." Goten gave a shuddering breath. "Sometimes he just closes down, and I don't know anymore. He becomes all business... and I can't stand that!"

"Lerrderr lerrderr?" Truten asked, as her mother appeared in the doorway.

Goten sniffled, wiping tears away. "Maybe I should just get rid of the baby... so that it's not an inconvience... " she said softly. "Not get in his way...."

He stood there, his eyes wide in shock. He was coming to ask Goten where they put the bandages last, having used paper towel to wrap his hands for now. "...What?..." his voice was barely a whisper, so deep in shock was he.

"I just want him to be happy, Truten... that's all I ever want. I don't care about making things legal... I just want him to be happy... why can't he see that...?" Goten cried, hugging her knees.

"Mama!" the baby squealed, still faster on all fours than tottering, as she went over to Trunks, numb in shock, bloody towels about his hands.

Goten turned, horror on her face. Just how much has he heard? "I... I'm sorry..." she whimpered, backing away a bit... afraid almost that he would be angry with her.

Truten used Trunks's pantleg to stand, tottering a little and looking up, curious.

Trunks was still numb. "You... think that killing our baby would... would make me happy?" he asked, shock causing his voice to barely catch sound, it was barely more than a hoarse whisper.

"Ever since I got pregnant you've been upset... so I don't know cause you won't talk to me!" Goten cried, backing up more.

Trunks looked hurt, "Why are you backing away from me?" He asked quietly, still standing in the doorway."

"Because you're mad at me..." Goten said.

"I'm upset, but I'm not angry with you..." Trunks blinked. "Why are you backing away? Do you think I would... hurt you? Do you... why would..." he couldn't finish asking the question, a tear falling down his cheek, revealing that though he had the stronger body now... he was still very much the submissive in their relationship.

"I just want to make you happy, but everything I do seems to upset you..." Goten whimpered.

Trunks shook his head, "No... no I mean.. Why?! Why would... would you want to murder our new baby," his eyes flicked to Goten's stomach as he picked Truten up, snuggling her for support. "Why?"

Goten just looked at the ground in shame, tears streaming down her face.

"I mean..." he waved one hand briefly. "Do I present myself in a way that makes you think that would make me happy?"

Goten shook her head.

Truten broke the uncomfortable silence with a loud burp, then snuggled into Trunks's shoulder, falling straight to sleep. Trunks held her gently, snuggling her just a bit as he watched Goten. He wasn't sure which emotion had most gripped his heart. Was it hurt, that Goten didn't seem to love him. Was it fear, terror that Goten would take their second child from them? Was it betrayal...? Trunks didn't know, all he knew is that tears were streaking down his cheeks, and he was rooted in the doorway, shock overriding all. "Goten... answer me..." he almost begged, whispering.

"I don't know..." Goten whimpered.

"You're... you're not going... going to..." Trunks stammered.

"Why don't you love me..." Goten asked, looking up at Trunks with tearstained eyes.

Trunks tried to answer... but he couldn't. "I.... don't think I know how to...." he finally said - not understanding that fierce loyalty, great need, and how much he cherished Goten were signs of just that... deep love.

Goten crumpled over on herself, crying. Why was it so hard for someone to love her, when she loved so easily?

It hurt Trunks to see her cry, and gently he put Truten into her crib, moving to her. "I want to, Goten... really I just..." he sighed, gathering her into his arms. "I don't have access to that, I think I'm not capable of it...."

Goten just kept crying, clinging to him as her sobs caused her to start hiccupping.

"Shhh shhhh," he held her rocking slightly, "Please don't cry, Goten, please..." he begged quietly, kissing her temple. "Don't cry, it hurts so much to see you cry, please... just tell me how I can fix it... I'm sorry, please...."

"I'm sorry... I... I" Goten cried, then her eyes opened wide and she bit her lip, crawling out of his arms and running for the bathroom.

Trunks chased after her, afraid, not sure what was going to happen.

Goten made it to the bathroom just in time, and was bent over the toliet, puking and crying at the same time.

Trunks picked up the washcloth and ran it under cool water, wringing it out, inadvertantly destroying his paper towel bandages, as he rested it across the back of her neck, rubbing her back. "Shhh... calm down, Goten - it isn't the end of the world," he soothed - hid own heart shattering for unknown reasons.

Goten continued to hack for a few moments, then collapsed exhusted against the seat, still giving shuddering cries. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry," she kept whimpering over and over again.

"Shhhh," he pulled her to himself, taking the cool cloth and brushing it over her face, ignoring the flecks of blood he left on her clothes as he held her. "Please... shhhh...."

"I... I don't know what to do... I just want you to be happy... to love me..." Goten cried, turning her face into his chest.

"I'm happy as long as you're around," Trunks told her honestly, cradling her as he sat on the floor, his back to the tub.

"I'm sorry.... I just...I don't know what to do anymore..." Goten cried. "I want the baby... I do... but you're upset.... and I don't... I don't..." Goten pushed away and puked into the toliet again.

"I want the baby too, Goten," Trunks said softly, loud enough for her to hear as he continued to rub her back.

"Then why aren't you happy?" Goten whimpered.

"Shock and worry don't automatically mean unhappy, Goten," Trunks told her seriously.

Goten leaned back into Trunks, resting her head against Trunks' chest. "But you never tell me you're happy...."

"I did tell you, just now!" Trunks blinked owlishly. "I guess... I didn't think I had to say it when I'm happy about something... It doesn't matter."

"But when you say one thing... you mean something else... and you hear things from me that I'm not saying..." Goten whimpered.

"I don't understand."

"When I told you... about... you... I said one thing... and you heard something else... and you got upset... and I didn't want you upset..."

"You're talking nonsense, how can I understand what you're saying?" he gave her a small smile and a soft chuckle as he helped her up. "C'mon, it's been a long day, let's just go to bed and talk in the morning - when our heads are clearer."

"About the ring..." Goten whimpered, hugging Trunks. "You... I...."

He bent so he could rest his cheek atop her head. "Shh... maybe it'll work. I'm just worried something will happen... that we'll have to get you to the hospital and..." he shook his head. "Nevermind. C'mon, I'll help you change," He offered, rubbing her back.

Goten just held onto Trunks, shaking.

He picked her up and carried her back to their room. "Just relax... we have other things to think about, we don't need to worry about it now."

Goten was still sniffling, nuzzling her cheek into his neck. "I'm sorry..." she said again.

"Stop apologising," he chastised her, "Just promise me you won't change your mind about having our baby?" he asked quietly, setting her on the bed, and sitting beside her to look with worried blue eyes.

"I want to keep the baby," Goten said. "If you want to...."

"Yes, I want to," he looked at her seriously. "I want to I want to I want to - is there still any doubt? I Want To Keep This Baby," he said slowly, wanting to make sure he wasn't misunderstood.

Goten looked at Trunks, smiling a bit and nodding. "Ok."

He smiled softly and kissed her forehead, getting up and heading for the dresser to get her nightgown. "Let's just go to sleep, Goten."

Goten yawned, curling onto her side. "Oh... kay..."

Trunks came, gently undressing her, redressing her in her nightgown before doffing his own clothing and, boxers clad, turned off the light before slipping in behind her, pulling the blankets up to cover them as he snuggled to her. "Goodnight, Goten."

"I love you..." Goten said softly, already dozing.

Trunks simply kissed her neck as he fell to sleep.

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