Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fourty-Seven ( Chapter 47 )

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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-Seven
November 4, 798 (saturday)
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Pan held up a toy as Truten reached for it. "Mine!"

"No no no, Auntie Pan has to buy it first, then it's yours."

"Mine!"

Goten stood behind the stroller, one hand resting gently on her stomach as the other was pulling down a rubber duckie. "I don't think we ever got Truten one of these..." Goten said, turning to Pan. "Do you remember one in the apartment?"

Pan shook her head, "Nope."

"Then we need to get one... and this one has a little thingie on the bottom that tells you if the bathwater is too hot..." Goten handed the duckie to Truten, kissing the baby's head gently.

Truten squealed, and grabbed the duck, immediately beginning to chew on it with happy sounds.

Goten smiled, then strolled the carriage over to the cashier. "Pan, just put them up here, I'll pay, ok?"

"Sure thing," Pan put the things she'd gotten onto the counter, "I'll pay you back later."

"Don't worry, I stole Trunks's credit card," Goten smirked.

"Oh, well in that case," Pan turned around and grabbed a few more things, putting them onto the table, "No need to hold back," she grinned.

Goten laughed. "Nope, none at all."

Soon the things were payed for, and Pan offered to carry them, "You being pregnant, and all."

"Yeah... actually, why don't you take them and Truten to the car. I just need to use the bathroom, and I'll find you, ok?"

"Sure thing, c'mon you little monster," Pan said, putting Truten on her shoulders. "See you soon!" she assured her 'aunt', heading out of the store.

Goten paid, then ran to the ladies room. Thankfully the few people in the bathroom knew the needs of a pregnant woman and let her cut in line to use the restroom. Then, her hands washed, she started, alone, across the lot to the car.

"Hey sexy," one man came up to walk beside her.

"Need help?" another asked, coming up on her other side.

Goten's eyes narrowed a bit. "I'm fine, thanks," she stated, walking on.

"I don't think you understand," The first, a dirty blond, lay a hand on her arm.

Goten stopped and stared at the hand a moment before her eyes flicked back up to the blonde. "You don't want to mess with me, boy..." Goten warned.

"Oh, I think you do," he leaned down. "You're too sexy to be walking around alone."

Goten growled deep in her throat. "I'm going to meet my family."

The other man slipped his arm around her, running his hand down her stomach, "I think you might be late, missy."

In an instant, Goten twisted around, slamming her heel onto his foot, then bringing her knee up into his crotch as hard as she could.

"Uahhhh," he crumpled over. "Damn bitch...."

The other man grabbed her arm, "Hey, that's not playing nice."

Goten's arm swung around, pulling the man closer and then his other hand flew out, a knifehand into the center of his throat.

He worked his mouth a moment, staggering away, wide eyed, before blacking out.

Goten stood up, smirked, then continued to walk to the car.

Pan was fighting Truten into the carseat, getting bapped several times for the trouble, laughing almost as much as the chibi was

Goten walked over. "Hey Pan, you have your driver's permit yet?" she asked.

"Uncle Goten," she rolled her eyes, "I got my licence two years ago."

"Good... cause you're going to have to drive." And with that, the adreneline rush died, and Goten fainted.

Pan finally had clicked Truten into her carseat just before Goten finished speaking, and turned around to find Goten on the ground. "Oh man... oh man oh man..." she picked her up and opened the front door, working to put the awkwardly pregnant woman into her seat. "Why'd you faint? Oh man, Trunks is gonna blame me!"

Goten just whimpered, but let Pan move her. The unborn child kicked against Pan's hand.

"Hey, calm down, little one, We're just gonna get you two home." Pan ran around to the other side and hopped in, revving the engine, and swiftly taking them back to the apartment. She dialed in the carphone up to the apartment, and Trunks answered.

"Can you come down and get Goten. Uhm... she kinda fainted."

"What?!" The phone was slammed down, and Pan got Truten out of her seat, putting the child on her hip and fidgeting foot to foot.

Goten was still out, her lips a bit chapped, dehydrated a bit.

Trunks literally flew down, taking the balcony route, and landed nearby, "What happened?" he demanded of Pan as he opened the door, checking on Goten, her pulse, her temperature.

"I dunno... she just asked if I could drive, then she fainted!"

Goten moaned a bit, turning her head towards Trunks. Her eyes then opened wide at his touch and she gasped, breathing hard.

"Shh, Goten, it's just me," he looked worried, brushing a hand down he cheek. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"They... they learned their lesson... this time," Goten whimpered, then fell back unconcious against Trunks arm.

Trunks glared at Pan, gathering Goten into his arms. "What is she talking about?"

Pan shrugged, "I don't know - I was putting Truten into her carseat, she just had to run to the bathroom before we left...."

Trunks simply growled, "Bring Truten and any of the crap you guys bought up, I'm taking Goten and putting her to bed."

Goten whimpered in her sleep, curling up a bit.

"Shhh, it's okay," Trunks murmered into her hair, taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was nearby, and then swiftly flying to their balcony, pushing the door back open with his foot and bringing her inside to lie on their bed. "There... just rest, I'll get you some water." He brushed her bangs out of her face.

"Trunks..." She whispered, opening her eyes.

"Yeah?" He sat down on the bed beside her. "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?"

"Just... protect me," Goten whimpered, moving to curl up a bit in his lap.

He held her close, rubbing her back. "Protect you from what?" he asked, worried. "Goten... what happened?"

Goten took a deep breath. "Thugs..." was all she said.

Trunks breathed out an angry sigh, holding her gently, firmly, "Oh Goten, I'm so sorry.... they didn't hurt you? I'll kill them....."

"Took care... of them," she stated.

Trunks heard Pan come in, knowing it was her and Truten by their ki, and heard Pan put Truten into her room to play. The girl came to the door. "You okay?" she asked, worried.

Goten nodded, keeping her head in Trunks's lap.

Trunks glared at Pan - "I'll talk to you later. You can go home."

Pan gulped and nodded, swiftly leaving - Trunks had always been protective of Goten, and with her uncle in female form, was almost unbearably so.

Meantime, Trunks gently played his hand through Goten's hair.

"It wasn't Pan's fault..." Goten said.

"She should have stayed with you, I told her not to let you wander around alone, especially at the mall," he frowned.

"I needed to go to the bathroom... I told her to go to the car."

"Goten..." Trunks shook his head, and sighed. "At least you aren't hurt, are you?

"No, I'm fine... just..." Goten stared off into space.

"Goten, hon...." He continued pushing his fingers through her short hair. "You're not feeling shocky, are you? Do I need to call a doctor?"

"No..."

Trunks sighed, "Is there anything I can do," he said softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Water or something?"

Goten nodded. "Thirsty."

"Okay, you just lie here, I'll get you some ice-water and be right back," he promised, slipping her head back to the bed as he got up, heading for the kitchen.

Goten just curled up a bit, staring off. Her mind was finally realizing what had happened... just what they wanted to do... the anger he had felt when they tried to do it on Trunks almost a year ago replaced with fear of what exactly could have happened if...

Trunks soon returned, placing the glass on the bedstand and sitting beside her curled form, rubbing her side, "Goten...?"

Goten just whined a response.

Trunks brushed his hand through her hair, "Goten..." he murmered, leaning over and kissing her temple. "Talk to me."

Goten looked up at Trunks, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"Why are you sorry?" He lay beside her, propped up on one arm, his other hand still pushing comfortingly through her hair.

"I should have taken them all out when they hurt you..." Goten said softly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, kissing her temple again. "As long as you're safe, that's what matters."

"I don't think they will hurt us again...."

"They won't," he whispered, holding her close, firm in his tone.

"One won't be able to have kids either..." Goten stated.

"Hn," Trunks nodded. "You're amazing, have I told you that today?"

Goten smiled slowly.

"You're amazing," he kissed her nose, "Wonderful," he kissed her cheek. "fantastic," he kissed her fully on the lips, gently, wanting to banish her intangeable fears just as much as the real ones he'd be taking care of later.

It was one thing to attack him, even when he was female... it was quite another to attack Goten. Ever.

Goten sighed into the kiss, needing to feel secure at the moment. She rolled over onto her back to get a better angle.

He leaned over her, his hand gently brushing along her cheek as they kissed, long, slow. "It won't happen again, Goten," he murmered against her lips, a promise in his voice.

"I know," Goten whispered back. "They'll be too scared to."

Trunks just kissed her again, resting his hand on her hip as he did so. "You're safe, Goten, never worry."

Goten's response came from a needy kiss.

And Trunks responded to that needfulness, well aware of how she was feeling as he shifted a bit closer, leaning atop her, careful not to bump the baby, running his hand beneath her shirt, gently across her stomach.

Goten moaned, closing her eyes. Her kissing became stronger, wanting to feel safe, secure... loved, right now more than ever.

He gently grasped her breast in hand, caressing her as he kissed her, wanting to make her feel safe, cared for, protected.

Goten cried out softly, arching her back. "Trunks..." she whispered.

Trunks chuckled, kissing along her throat as he brought his hand back around to unbutton her blouse.

Goten purred, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable.

He finished unbuttoning her blouse, kissing down her front, bringing one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently as he played with her other breast, so perfect, fitting just right into his hand.

Goten moaned, her hand coming to play in Trunks' hair. "Mmmm..."

He levitated a bit over her, pushing one hand down her stomach and down her skirt, touching the skin there. He chuckled, "Still refusing to wear panties, I see," he looked up at her with sparkling eyes.

Goten moaned. "They won't fit..." she protested.

"No bra... no panties..." he shook his head, "I could buy you new ones," he chuckled, kissing along to her other breast, suckling it while his hand just rested over her warmth.

"But then you'd have to put them on me."

"And then I'd get to take them off," he slipped one finger down her slit, the band of her skirt keeping it from sight.

Goten moaned. "Why waste the energy and just let you get at them..." she stated.

"Because.... they're sexy?" He asked, kissing down her stomach, removing his hand so he could pull her skirt off.

"I can't see them..." Goten pointed out.

"I can," he said, kissing lower.

Goten just moaned in response.

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He nuzzled the dark patch of fur she had, slipping his hand up to play around the edges of her womanhood. "Mmm, you smell so good...."

Goten arched her back a bit, purring. She spread her legs a bit more unconciously, giving him a better view.

"Beautiful," he whispered, blowing gently against her.

Goten gasped. "Trunks..."

He nuzzled her thigh, his fingers playing with her flower, stroking it as though memorising the contour.

Goten whimpered, unable to do anything but lay on her back, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her. "Trunks... " she moaned again.

He slipped his finger into her, gathering some of her juices, and drew his finger up, running it gently over her nub.

"Kami!" Goten cried, arching again as she felt herself nearly there.

"So close so soon... maybe I should stop," he said, gently running his finger over her again.

Goten whimpered. "Please..."

"Please what? Please stop?" Trunks asked, lifting his hand away and smirking, though he knew she couldn't see him. He lifted his cheek away from her thigh.

"No... please... make love to me..." Goten panted.

Trunks's answer was, as she finished speaking, to slick his tongue along her slit, suckling gently on her clit while his fingers pressed softly into her.

Goten cried out, reaching her peak and cumming.

He lapped up her juices, suckling her, continuing allowing her to ride that wave.

And she kept on crying out, a mixture of noises and his name.

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Finally, he allowed her down from the height, lapping his tongue across her once more, then licking his way up her body, stopping to pay attention to one breast.

Goten reached down, finding his thigh with one hand and massaging the lump there at the juncture, stroking it though the fabric.

Trunks groaned, already so hard it was almost painful, pushing into her hand as he payed attention on her.

"I'm almost going to miss this when I change back," Goten moaned. "I'm jealous."

He chuckled, "Oh well," he said, switching to her other breast, moving more into reach.

Moaning, Goten kept stroking, her other hand coming around to search for the zipper and pulling it down, then reaching inside down the boxers to find skin.

He groaned, resting his head against her chest, "Goten...." he pushed into her hand, groaning.

"I want this deep in me..." Goten purred, kissing the top of his head.

"How can I deny a command like that?" he asked, kicking off his pants and boxers, kissing her as he undid his own shirt. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin.

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Goten's hands came and cupped his shaft, running up and down it gently, her nails scrapping the skin gently.

He groaned, jerking at her touch.

"Like that, huh?" she asked, flicking a finger at his sacs as she reached down that far.

He almost squeaked, pulling away, "Goten....." he moved out of her reach, just barely, positioning himself as he kissed her.

She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she spilt her legs as far as she could.

He gently ran one hand down her thigh, pressing slowly into her as his hand grasped her firm ass gently.

Goten moaned in the kiss, lifted her hips to meet his.

He groaned, feeling her hot sheath encomapass him, slowly moving, arching forward so as not to hit their child, kissing down to her chest.

Whimpering, Goten ran her hands down his back. "Oh gods Trunks..."

He murmered her name against her throat, picking up the pace gently.

It wasn't long before Goten came again, her fingernails digging into his back. "TRUNKS!" she cried, arching into him.

He groaned, pushing into her more, trying to keep her riding that high, brushing against her inner spot with every thrust.

Goten panted and sqeaked with each thrust, her hands getting a tigher grip with each thrust.

He groaned, her grip egging him on, himself working so hard to stay.

"Trunks...!" she cried, still crying in esctasy from ehr orgasm.

He couldn't take it anymore, emptying into her hot tunnel, milking himself into her as he silenced his cry against her throat, kissing her there.

Goten cried for them both, her hands wrapping around his back, pulling him in closer.

He panted, curling his body around her so as not to squash her stomach, and the precious life within, milking himself into her as he suckled on her neck, his hand reaching down and pressing her onto him more, by grasping her rear.

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Goten whimpered, laying her head back onto the pillow. "Kami Trunks..." she whispered.

He finally slipped to her side, spooning up to her, kissing the dark mark he left on her neck before capturing her lips with his own.

Goten lifted her leg to rest over his hips, keeping him inside her as she kissed back. Then, the baby kicked out hard, and Goten pulled back, chuckling.

"Nnn, strong chibi...."

"Jealous... not paying attention to the chibi..." Goten smiled.

He rubbed her stomach, "Don't worry, you'll get all kinds of attention when you're born."

Another kick. Goten sighed. "Did Truten kick this hard?"

"Seemed like it sometimes," Trunks said. "Hard to tell, my power-meter's different in this form."

"Maybe I can make a wish that woman get thicker padding inside when they get pregnant with saiyajin heritage kids." Goten smiled.

Trunks blinked, "But... that'd take up the second wish...."

"Guess you'll just have to wait a bit before you get pregnant again..." Goten smiled.

"I can handle that."

"We're going to have to buy a house soon... Truten's gonna want her own room after a bit..."

"I'm sure I can afford that," Trunks chuckled. "Where do you want to live?

"Anywhere as long as it's not next door to my mom."

"You read my mind."

Goten smiled and kissed Trunks. "As long as it's with you, anywhere will be home."

Trunks chuckled, "we could move into the flat above Hercule's Dojo," he dodged.

"It's only a three bedroom... we'll run out of room again at the rate we're going..."

Trunks chuckled, "At least your mother'll be happy.

"So will yours..."

"Hard to tell with my family," Trunks sighed.

"Ah, Bra loves Truten... so does your mom... and who cares what Vegeta thinks." Goten smirked.

"Yeah... who cares what he thinks...."

Goten kissed Trunks' nose. "Love you."

Trunks smiled contentedly, snuggling with her.

"Trunks..."

"Hm?"

Goten sighed. "Nothing." She ran a hand along his hair.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine," she whispered, staring at him.

He brushed his fingers through her hair, kissing her nose. "You sure?"

"Just remembering you like this... I guess it's kinda sad... we're never going to be Goten and Trunks again like we used to...."

Trunks frowned slightly, pulling away. "That upsets you?"

"No... but I guess it's just funny, really... both of us having so much trouble with others... and in the end, it's with each other we find contentment... all because some girl you screwed wanted revenge."

"I'm still trying to decide whether or not I'm glad of it," Trunks teased.

"I am... cause in the end, I'm glad it's you. At least then we know that we're always friends in the end."

"We'll always be best friends, Goten - no matter what," Trunks promised.

"Good," Goten smiled, snuggling a bit.

Trunks chuckled, "Well if that's all that was bothering you," he said.

"Promise me you'll never leave me, Trunks... male... female... you'll always be with me?"

"We've been best friends all your life - of course I'm not going anywhere. I could have had any penthouse, or house for that matter, anywhere I wanted - but I wanted to get an apartment with you. Cause you're my best friend - life would be really shitty without you around to liven it up," he chuckled.

"Same here... I'd have to work harder..." Goten chuckled.

Trunks smiled. "Are you done with the hard thinking?"

"Are you ready for a second round?" she asked, smirking.

He chuckled, "That isn't what I was thinking, Goten... you're insatiable."

"And I'm not even saiyajin anymore," she chuckled, kissing his shoulder.

"Goes to show you, it's the spirit, not the body, huh," he chuckled.

"Yup." Goten smirked.

"I had a long day at work though," he whined.

Goten smirked, and ran her hand over his rear end while squeezing her inner muscles together. "You sure?"

He stirred within her, "Maybe one more..." he smirked, his mouth descending on hers once more.

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