Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fourty-Three ( Chapter 43 )

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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-Three
May 13, 798 (saturday)
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At three in the morning, Trunks tossed in the bed... his dreams were far from peaceful. "No...." he whimpered in his sleep, his mind showing him his worst fear.

Vegeta had gone to Namek, and bullied one into creating Dragonballs... something about an Earth Crisis, and theirs wouldn't be ready in time.... He then brought them back and dumped them in the centre of Trunks and Goten's bed, calling forth a dragon which split the roof off of their top floor apartment.

"Dad.... DON'T!" He begged, tossing, his hand grasping the sheet tightly, his face twisted in fear.

Goten, who was sleeping in his arms, was awoken with the thrashings. "Trunks?" she questioned, looking up at him.

"Please! I beg you!" he whimpered, turning away from Goten, curling up tightly. And then the Nightmare came to full fruition. Vegeta made a wish that Goten would assume the gender had at birth... and that none would ever be able to wish them different ever again. Trunks and Goten would remain Male forever... and as Goten screamed in pain, Trunks saw him return to male form, and felt the ki of their child disappear, as though eaten by acid.

"NO!" Trunks shot straight up in bed, out of breath, drenched in a cold sweat.

Goten sat up as well. "Trunks!" she cried, shaking him. "Wake up!"

Trunks looked at her, still panting, his eyes starting to clear. He put his hand over his face.

Goten got to her knees and knelt in front of him, running her hands through his hair. "Shhh... I'm here.... it's ok, Trunks," she said soothingly.

He sighed, shaking his head. He kissed her forehead and slipped out of bed. "I'm going to get something to drink," he said too quietly, padding out the room, his shoulders slumped with heavy worry.

Goten watched, then slipped out of bed, not bothering to put on a robe over her nightie. "Trunks?" she questioned, padding after him.

He was in the kitchen, having a mug on the counter, looking through the liquor cabinate for something strong.

Goten crossed her arms in front of her, rubbing one hand up and down her arm. "Trunks... please answer me?" she said softly, afraid that it might be because of her that he was acting this way.

"Go back to bed, Goten.... you need your rest," he said quietly, finally pulling out some brandy and putting it into the mug, then putting the mug into the microwave to warm it.

"I'd rest better if I knew what was wrong," Goten said, coming closer.

"Just a nightmare," he shook his head, his tense back still turned to her as he gripped the counter slightly, his head bowed.

"Tell me?" Goten asked, coming behind Trunks and hugging him from behind, resting her head on his back.

"You don't want to know..." he said softly, putting one hand over her arms about his waist. "I don't want to remember," he squeesed his eyes tightly, a tear dropping from his lashes - that dream had terrified him.

Goten kissed his back. "If that's what you want... but I am here..."

"I know, just go back to sleep, Goten," he whispered. "I'll be back to bed later."

Goten turned her head a bit to look at Trunks from the side. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

He nodded, "Yeah, it's what I want, hon."

Goten nodded. "Ok then. I'll... I'll just check on Truten then and wait for you..." she said, backing away.

"Just get some sleep hon..." he said, his eyes haunted as he didn't look at her, pulling the brandy from the microwave with a sigh, still a bit shaken. "Just get some sleep..."

"Ok," Goten said softly, then walked to Truten's room, peeking in the doorway before heading to the bedroom she now shared with Trunks.

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Trunks was still seated at the kitchen table, come late morning, the cold, barely touched mug before him.

Goten came out, sighing. She brought a blanket and placed it over his shoulders. "You're freezing..."

"I'm fine," he looked up at her, dark circles under his eyes. "Thanks, though...."

Goten took the mug, emptying it out, and quickly started up a pot of coffee. "Do you want breakfast?"

"Not hungry...." he sighed, looking at the table blankly.

"You need to eat something," Goten stated.

"I said I'm not hungry, Goten... please, just let it lie."

Goten looked down at her hands. "Gomen Nasai."

"I'm not angry with you, Goten," He looked up at her sadly. Then sighed, looking away. "I should be the one apologising."

Goten shook her head. Then, without making anything to eat, she walked to her bedroom.

It wasn't long before, the blanket around his shoulders, Trunks entered the bedroom. "Goten?"

Goten was in the process of getting dressed, pulling on a pair of pants, only wearing a bra. "Yeah?"

"We should tell your family first," he said gently, watching her with a thoughtful look. "It's safer that way."



"They'll know eventually - and it's better if your family knows first. If your father and brother decide to kill me, at least they can protect you from my father. If he finds out first...." Trunks shook his head, that haunted look he'd had since his nightmare becoming even more definite in his eyes.

Goten played with the shirt in her lap. "If that's what you want..."

"More than anything else, I want you and our children safe," he told her seriously. That fierce protectiveness was back, "That more than anything."

Goten just nodded, putting on the shirt. "Ok."

"You're upset with me," it was a statement, not a question.

"No.... I just wish you'd talk to me..." Goten stated.

"I don't want to upset you... it... was a very bad, and possible to come true, nightmare," Trunks said quietly, dropping the blanket over a small straight-backed chair as he went for his own clothing.

Goten turned to watch him. "What about?"

"Us... all of us..." he didn't look her way, though the muscles in his back tensed again as he tossed faded, expendable clothing onto the bed for him to change into.

Goten reached over and took the shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles with her hands. "Did something happen to Truten?"

"Truten was safe...." he assured her. "But..." he shook his head and tossed a pair of socks onto the bed.

Goten curled into herself, her hands crossing over her stomach protectivly.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked, still not having looked to her.

"I think I know." Goten said softly, hugging her stomach tighter.

"My father turned you back, made it so neither of us could ever turn again... and... our baby ceased to exist." Trunks said stiffly, his eyes closed.

Goten just whimpered, pulling her legs closer.

Trunks finally looked up, hearing the whimper. He went up to her and sat down on the bed, pulling her into his arms. "Shhh, it's not going to happen... but now you see why I want to let your father and brother know first. If anyone can keep my father from doing something that heinous, it's them."

Goten nodded, just leaning into Trunks, not really speaking too much. She had said more than enough last night to get herself in trouble.

"NOTHING, is going to happen to you..." he slipped his hand around to rest his hand on her stomach. "Either of you."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," Goten said softly.

"No it's not. Let's just get ourselves dressed, and Truten ready, and go visit your family, hmm?"

Goten nodded. "I'll go get Truten," she said, standing up, then stumbling a bit.

He caught her, "You rest, I'll get Truten ready, then get dressed... you look a bit pale, try to be careful with yourself, okay?

Goten held onto the dresser. "I'm fine," she sated softly, taking a hesitent step forward.

"Goten," He looked at her worriedly. "Rest. I'll fly us out and everything."

"I'm FINE!" Goten stated, then took another step, lost her balance and fell.

Thankfully, Trunks was swift to catch her. He carried her back to the bed and lay her down, "NOW who's being stubborn? Stay put," he told her, fire in his eyes of worry.

"I'm fine, Trunks... just morning sickness or something," Goten stated, trying to sit up.

"Stay. Put. Goten."

Goten sighed, then reluctantly laid back down on the bed, arms crossed with a pout on her face.

"Oh don't pout, I'll be right back," Trunks chuckled, heading into the other room, where soft sounds and child's giggles issued.

Goten shook his head, then closed his eyes... and fell asleep.

Trunks soon arrived and smiled, pulling a blanket over Goten, and, slinging Truten into her backpack over his shoulders, he picked up Goten and started heading for the Son Residence.

Goten snuggled up in his arms, exhustion from the day before having taken a toll on her. She sighed softly and subconsciously kissed Trunks' shoulder.

He smiled, landing in the lawn before the Son homes, kissing her forehead as he did so.

Gohan was of course home next door, playing frisbee with Icarus when he sensed his brother... sister... and Trunks arrive. "Videl! Trunks and Goten are here with the baby!" he shouted, tossing the frisbee really far for Icarus to chase.

"Well invite them in, stupid!" She called out the window.

Goten still asleep in his arms, Trunks was carrying her toward the house. "Hey Gohan," he smiled. "Wanna take Truten? I think she's about ready to pull my hair out of my head," he had a small wince as she was pulling hard on small handfuls of the long lavender.

Gohan laughed and walked behind Trunks, picking his niece up and tossing her gently in the air. "Sure, I'll take this cutie anywhere..." he stated, smiling at the little one.

Truten giggled, opening and closing her hands at him with a wide grin. "Can I take Goten in and lay her on the couch?"

Gohan nodded. "Of course. I take it Goten was up all night with the little one," he chuckled.

"Something like that," Trunks said, bringing her inside.

Videl already had a pillow on the couch. "Just put her down here."

"Thanks Videl."

Goten sighed a bit, snuggling into the blankets, still fast asleep.

Gohan bounced Truten in his arms, smiling. "So, what brings you around these parts, Trunks? Not like we mind, we enjoy seeing you... but it is strange being unannounced and all."

Trunks lay her down, tucking her in gently. "Well... aren't we allowed to just come see you?" he smiled slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Of course you're allowed," Gohan smiled. "Just need to do it more often so it doesn't seem suspicious."

"... Yeah," Trunks laughed a little nervously.

"Let me take Truten in the other room for some crackers, Gohan," Videl said, shooting a glance at Trunks, who coloured slightly under her scruitiny.

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Sure." Gohan handed Truten over, then looked at Trunks. "Why do I suddenly have the feeling I'm going to have a headache?" Gohan asked.

"You should probably take some asprin," Trunks muttered, looking at the floor, his foot poking at the carpet.

Gohan sighed. "What's wrong?"

"Oh no... nothing's wrong," Trunks looked up, wide-eyed.

"Ok, let me try it this way. What's the situation you two are in that has you acting this way?"

"Well, before I headed to work Monday morning, I was doing my usual ki-check...." Trunks mumbled, wincing as he realised Goten's engagement-ring clad hand was above the blanket.

Gohan blinked, then looked at Goten and put a hand to his head. He groaned. "VIDEL!"

Trunks winced, sliding closer to Goten, biting his lower lip.

Videl appeared, Truten on hip, "What is it?" she asked.

Gohan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I need some asprin."

Goten stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Where am I?" she asked softly, looking at Trunks through sleepy eyes.

"We're at Gohan's house," Trunks answered softly.

"Oh, sure," Videl disappeared again to get some.

Goten's eyes opened more, and she looked at her big brother with caution.

"You two really need to slow down," Gohan pointed out, sitting in his chair.

"It wasn't... well sort of wasn't, intentional," Trunks tried to explain. "I was... but Goten. and then.. well... yeah..."

Gohan looked at his brother turned sister for an explanation.

"You wouldn't believe me, Gohan," Goten explained.

"Try me, Goten."

"I... um... well, I wanted to have a baby so I poked holes in Trunks' condoms." Goten smiled sheepishly.

Gohan just groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"So... yeah, Goten's pregnant... Don't Kill us!" Trunks whimpered.

Gohan just shook his head. "I swear, you two are like bunnies!"

Trunks put up bunny ears and showed his two front teeth, wiggling his nose.

Gohan wrinkled his nose and threw a pillow at him. "You do realize I have to defend Goten's honor now," he said with a smirk.

Trunks Meeped. "But... we.. you... asprin?" Trunks pointed at the door where Videl was coming in.

Gohan smirked and cracked his knuckles. He would never admit it to Trunks, but he was just doing this for fun. He couldn't hurt the young man over this... it was just way too wierd.

Sweat was breaking out on Trunks's forehead as he whimpered. "Well, at least if you kill me, make sure Dad doesn't talk some namekians into making new dragonballs and then wish Goten back before our baby can be born and it gets destroyed," he said all in one breath, closing his eyes tight.

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Videl..." he turned to look at his wife, "I think I'm going to need the whole bottle..."

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