Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter 48 ( Chapter 48 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Innoce nce is Futile
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Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter Fourty-eight
November 10, 798 Friday
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Trunks was late in getting home from work that day. Truten toddled about the livingroom, her tail hitting the television, turning it on. She turned to watch a bit, "OooOOOooo," she said, turning her head. "Nap time?" she asked, turning to look for her Papa - wondering why all the people were laying down on the ground.
"Did you turn on the tv again, naughty girl?" Goten asked, waddling after her, then stopped, blinking at the screen in shock.
"... barely an hour ago. Police say it was likely the results of a gang hit - no evidence of the attacker has been found. Each gang member was shot twice, once in the heart, once in the groin. If you have any information...." the screen flashed by one face, just as a white sheet was moved to cover it. The face of a young man, with sandy blonde hair.
"Yeah, nap time," Goten said softly, walking over and shutting the tv off. "Why don't we make dinner for Mama, ok?"
"Okay! Dino?!" she asked, looking up at her. "Papa, Truten want Dino!"
"Ok, we'll make Dino. I think Grandma brought some over the other day..." Goten stopped, putting a hand over her stomach. Was that the baby kicking? She shrugged it off and kept going.
"Yay!" Truten toddled after her. "I help!"
Ten minutes later, the door opened, the sound of Trunks's keys falling on the entryway table. "I'm home!" he called, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket.
"Hey Trunks... in the kitchen."
He hung his jacket on the tree, and made his way in there. "Momma!!!" Truten toddled over quickly, and he picked her up, swinging her into the air.
He looked to Goten, "Is that Dino?"
"Yup." Goten smiled, then stopped again. "I swear, it's like an army kicking... and today it feels like the baby turned around and is aiming at my spine."
"Ouch, take it easy there, you have a few months more to go," he chuckled, putting Truten on his shoulders. "How was your day?"
"Except for the war on my spine, it's been pretty good. Though there was an interesting report on the news a few moments ago..." She turned to lock eyes with Trunks.
"Oh? What's that?" he raised an eyebrow curiously.
"About a gang getting taken out in warfare."
"Hn." he nodded, turning to flip Truten off him, tickling her. "What's so interesting about it?"
"They were shot in the groin..." Goten narrowed her eyes.
Trunks's eyebrow twitched slightly, "That so?" He asked, keeping up his facade, grinning at Truten as he tickled her.
"Yeah, that's so..." Goten turned and went back to cooking.
"Hn..." Trunks nodded.
Truten squealed, "No shots!!!! No want shots!" she hid behind him. Trunks chuckled, "Nobody's getting shots, Truten, it's okay. You don't need any more, remember? Not for a long time."
Goten finished. "Dinner's ready... help yourself. I'm not hungry." With that, she went to the bedroom.
Trunks watched her go, now frowning slightly. He put Truten into her highchair, his daughter being first priority. The child seemed to sense he was agitated and ate her food quickly as he gave it to her. "Momma? Papa mad?"
"Don't know," Trunks shook his head, cleaning her up and bringing her to put into her crib.
Goten had undressed and lay down in bed, resting on her side, the body pillow supporting her
Putting the food away, not very hungry himself, Trunks made his way to their room. "You okay, hon?"
Goten didn't answer, but she curled up a bit more.
Trunks sighed, changing into his sleep pants, taking out the first aid kit and treating a cut on the back of his wrist.
"Why'd you do it, Trunks?" Goten asked softly.
He knew what she was talking about, and with their daughter fast asleep, spoke. "Someone had to," his tone as emotionless.
"And it just HAD to be you, right?" Goten bit out the words.
Trunks didn't answer, putting the betadine back into the kit and putting a steri-strip over the cut.
"You ever think what would have happened if they had CAUGHT you?"
Trunks kept his back to her, speaking softly, but loud enough for her to hear. "I wasn't planning to kill them.... But when I found them, they were already attacking two women..." he gripped his hands into fists. "I transformed so nobody would recognise me, got the women out of there, and killed them. I couldn't stand the thought that, if they were arrested, they could get out and do it again. How many women do you think they raped, Goten? I have no doubt we were the only who ever got away, other than the two I was able to save. How many more? No, it had to stop..." he said softly.
Goten just sighed. "Trunks..."
"You going to turn me in?" he asked. "I understand if you do. They deserved it, and I couldn't live with myself if they got away."
"What stupid kind of question is that, Trunks?" Goten sat up a bit. "Of course I'm not going to turn you in!"
Trunks only shrugged slightly, his back still turned. He felt no guilt for what he'd done... but he felt guilt that he hadn't any.
"I just don't... I'm afraid for you...."
"Why are you afraid, Goten?" he asked quietly.
"If someone finds out... if someone was left... and they come after you... they come here..."
"It was one of their own weapons, there is no one left, and nobody knows it was me. There's no way they could trace it to me, Goten," he turned, frowning.. hurt. "You think I'd endanger you and Truten like that?!"
"No... but... I'm scared, Trunks... " Goten whispered the last bit.
"Do you want me to relocate you two... and go away?" he asked. "Would that make you feel safer?"
"No!"
"Then tell me how to make you feel safe!" he ran a hand through his hair.
"Just be here with me!" Goten cried. "Stay beside me!"
Trunks walked over and sat beside her on the bed. "I'll do anything to make you feel safe, Goten, you know that," he said softly, looking down at his hands.
"I know, but you could have gotten hurt... and what would we have done if you hadn't been able to take them out before they got you."
"I'm a super saiyajin, and they're human," he said, as though it explained everything, forgetting for the moment the cut on his right arm.
"That doesn't mean they can't get lucky, Trunks. Ever Super Saiyajins have been taken down from human means."
"When?"
"Dad's heart disease. The Androids, created by humans. "
"They didn't get lucky, Goten, and they won't hurt you, or anyone else, ever again."
Goten just nodded, staring back off into space.
"You're upset with me."
"No."
"Chibi..." Trunks sighed, still seated beside her, returning to looking at his hands.
"I'm not mad at you, Trunks.... just afraid, that's all. I don't want anything to happen to you..."
"Nothing is going to happen to me," He assured her, looking up at her. "Honest.
"Okay..."
"You don't seem convinced.
Goten just sighed and snuggled into Trunks' lap. "I'm just tired."
"Let's go to bed, then," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"Sure." Goten nodded, uncurling a bit to lay the right way on the bed.
He snuggled in behind her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her shoulder from behind. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he murmered.
"I know you don't..." Goten said softly, curling up a bit.
He pulled their covers up over them both. "You sure you're not angry with me?"
Goten nodded.
He kissed her shoulder again. "Good, then get some sleep, tomorrow's saturday."
"Saturday?" Goten blinked.
"As in sleep in day, as in I get to stay home."
"That I knew... I thought you might have planned something."
"No, just to spend time with you and Truten."
"Good." Goten smiled a bit, closing her eyes.
He chuckled, smiling as he looked at her.
"Night, Trunks..." Goten yawned, then snuggled back into him before falling asleep.
"Goodnight, Chibi."
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