Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fourty-Nine ( Chapter 49 )

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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-Nine
November 18, 798 Saturday
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Trunks was up early, letting Goten sleep in - and had Truten in her highchair with a large bowl of dry cereal. As his daughter happily mashed, ate, and scattered bits of her food all over the kitchen, he went to the door to pick up the paper outside.

He grabbed it, locking the door again as he went to the kitchen, tossing the paper onto the table as he grabbed a cup of coffee, moving to sit down and see what was going on in the world at large.

Truten squealed, "More, Momma!" and threw a piece of cereal at Trunks's head. He chuckled, grabbing a bit of sausage he'd cooked up the night before, tearing it into pieces before he gave it to her.

As his daughter went about eating, he sat at the table and took a look at the front page.

Gang Murder Case Shut Down. He blinked, then read the sub-header. No Police Willing to Search for Murderer.

"What the-," Trunks frowned and began to read the article. It seemed that upon investigation at the crime scene - overwhelming evidence of this being a rapist gang, came to the foreground. Furthermore, with photographic evidence, and testimonials from the women he'd gotten out of there, as well as others, disgusted even the Criminal Attorney enough, that he refused to 'defend' the dead gang members. Further investigation showed that the District Attorney's own daughter had been among the gang's victims - thus causing this to become an open/shut case.

But what caught Trunks's attention most, was the statement at the bottom, 'signed' by all those who had once been victims to these young men. As well by those close to them.

Whoever you are, wherever you are, we want to thank you for what you did - thank you for making our city a safer place for people like us, and for having the courage to do what so many people wanted to - but were also afraid to. Thank you, with all our hearts.

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December 16, 798 Saturday
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Trunks stood, leaning against the doorway from the kitchen into the livingroom, just watching Goten - Truten had been put down for her nap.

Her eyes half open, in a skintight bodysuit, Goten was going through a series of motions, very reminecient of Tai Chi.

He just shook his head. Goten, so heavy with child and so beautiful at once... was graceful. She could move, and seemed so at ease. When Trunks had been this far along, he'd been confined to bed.

"I don't get it," he whispered, in awe.

Goten brought herself back to a cat stance, lifting her leg slightly and balancing as she turned 45 degrees and then stepped down again, brushing her hands near to each other as she parted the mane.

Trunks moved into the room proper, sitting down on a chair, drawing his legs up, and just watching, shaking his head. "Unbelievable," he muttered.

"What's that?" Goten asked, not coming out of her motions.

"Unbelievable.... You are."

"What's so unbelievable?" Goten asked, crouching down and holding the pose, breathing.

"You!" Trunks chuckled, shaking his head. "Look at you! You... you're moving, and it looks so ... EASY!"

"Well, it is! I mean, except for the bladder problems, I can move fine." Goten chuckled.

"Unbelievable."

"Jealous?" she teased.

"Extremely. By the time I was that far along I couldn't barely get out of bed, and here you are... doing Tai Chi!"

"Gohan said Mom did this everyday to keep her body from hurting... seems to work," Goten smiled.

"It's not fair."

Goten just stuck her tongue out, then stopped, grunting a bit. "Man... these kicks... it's like the chibi is an octopus... I swear I get hit in several spots almost at once!"

"Might be a tail," Trunks got up, coming over to put his hand over her stomach. "Hey, calm down in there," he chuckled.

Three very powerful hits came almost at once at Trunks' hand.

"Woah, yeah, practicing for the tournament... " he shook his head.

"For Evil Majin Buu, more like it." Goten chuckled, walking to the couch and collapsing into it.

"Want me to get you anything?"

"Maybe a glass of water... hey, aren't we due for another visit from the midwife soon?"

"Yep, coming in about an hour," Trunks nodded.

"Yippee...." Goten said with fake enthusiasm

Trunks chuckled, "Oh come now, Mrs. Toliama seems very nice."

"Yeah, but I don't need to know THAT much about the female body.... I mean, she looks at me wierd cause I blush too much... I think she thinks I'm getting sick! "

"Well, you're the one who wanted to know everything," Trunks chuckled, "You want me to stick around for this one?"

"I hope so... I think she's trying to get the ultrasound machine this time..."

Trunks grinned, "That'll be exciting."

"I know! I want to see this boxing fool," Goten smirked, rubbing her stomach.

Trunks chuckled, "Yeah, what size weight set to get for the baby's shower," he winked.

"Yup." Goten chuckled. "But at least it's almost over."

"Yep, just about another month, give or take," he went over and sat beside her, kissing her forehead.

Goten kissed his chin. "Then we're going to have two little angels."

"Angels?" Trunks chuckled, "When they're sleeping, maybe," he smiled. He put his arm around her. "Yeah... and in about two months, everything can go back the way we like it."

Goten chuckled. "You sure you really want to be like this again?" she asked, smiling.

Trunks just kissed her cheek and put a hand on her stomach.

Goten kissed him back, then smiled. "Then I guess we're going to have to get used to little ones waking us up at night...."

"Guess so," He smiled.

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Not long after, there was a knock on the door, Trunks pushed himself to his feet, going there and answering it. "Ah, Mr. Briefs - I'm here to see your cousin!" she smiled.

Trunks coughed, "Yeah, uh, Trina? Midwife Toliama's here."

Goten straighted her shirt a bit. "Things I do for you," she smirked. "Hello Miss Toliama!"

"Hello hello, Trina. So sorry I'm late," the older woman bustled in, carrying a heavy looking case.

"Can I get that for you?"

Miss Toliama handed it to him, "Thank you, Mr. Briefs." She looked back at Goten, "Ah Trina, so sorry I couldn't get the portable Ultrasound, but I DID manage to get my hands onto a heart monitor," she beamed. "Now you'll be able to hear as well!"

Goten sighed. "That's fine, Miss Toliama... maybe next time."

"Yes yes, maybe next time," she nodded, coming over, "Will you lie down? I want to check the baby's positioning," she said, putting her bag down and taking off her jacket. Trunks silently took the jacket, setting the machine down near her feet.

"Want to go into the bedroom?" Goten asked, working to stand up.

Trunks moved to help her to her feet, as did the midwife. "Yes yes, we can do that," she nodded. "Thank you," she nodded to Trunks.

"Uhm... I was kinda wondering if... well, if maybe I could hear the baby's heartbeat when you use that monitor thing?"

"Well, it really is up to Trina, dear, now be a charm and carry that into the other room for me?" she asked, keeping a hand on Goten's arm as though to steady her on her way.

"Of course.... Trunks is my cousin... I'd love for him to be here with me," Goten smiled.

"Then he can come in, but AFTER your examination," Midwife Toliama said, guiding Goten to the room. She let Trunks bring in the machine, then shooed him out, closing the door.

Goten chuckled. Not like he hasn't seen that part of me, she smirked as she climbed onto the bed and let out a sigh of relief, stretching out on her back.

"Take off your panties dear," the midwife told her, getting some lubricant and a glove out to check how dilated she might be. In the last month of Pregnancy, one couldn't be too sure.

Goten blushed. "I, um... I don't have any on.... they don't fit anymore," she chuckled.

She chuckled, "Well you should be wearing some, why don't you go out and buy some soon," she encouraged, coming forward, "You know the routine, just relax," the midwife said, reaching inside her and feeling her cervix. "Hm.... nearly two centimetres," she decided, pulling away. "It can be any time from here on in," she told her with a smile, taking off the glove and putting it into a waste bag.

"Anytime? But, I'm only not-quite eight months..." Goten looked worried.

"Don't worry, dear." she smiled, moving to palpate Goten's stomach. "You could stay dilated at two centimetres for weeks - but it is a sign your body is getting ready, just pay attention to what it's telling you," she said, firmly moving her hands around Goten's stomach. "Hm...."

At that moment, the baby kicked hard in two spots.

"Oh my, those are some pretty strong kicks there - strong legs," The midwife chuckled. "It looks like you've dropped, so that confirms it, you'll most likely be on time, Trina - nothing to worry about, heads down and all."

Goten nodded. "As long as they don't come early... Truten did and it was really scary."

"Don't worry, dear - you're much healthier this time around," The midwife told her, patting her arm. "Really, the surgeons are amazing these days, you can't even tell there's a scar!" she smiled. "Ah, but that isn't my department. Are you ready to hear the baby's heartbeating?"

"Oh yes! Can we call my cousin back in?" she asked.

"Of course," Midwife Toliama went to open the door to call him in... and Trunks fell in as soon as she'd opened the door. He'd obviously been listening at it, even though with his hearing he didn't have to be quite that close. "Tut tut," she shook her head, chuckling. "Overprotective of your cousin, arne't you?"

"Yes Ma'am..." he blushed a bit.

"Yes yes, well, then you know it's time to listen to the heart!" the midwife picked up the heavy machine, plopping it onto the mattress next to Goten.

Goten chuckled. "Come sit over here by me, Trunks."

Trunks climbed to his feet, brushing off his clothes and moving to sit by Goten. The midwife pushed her shirt up, putting some gel onto her belly and mushing it around a bit with the probe before turning it on... there was swishing sounds as she searched, and then.... lublub dubdub, lublub dubdub. "There, you can hear the heartbeats."

Goten blinked. "Beats? As in two?"

"Well of course," The midwife chuckled.

Trunks leaned down to wisper in his 'cousin's' ear, "probably yours and the baby."

Goten nodded. "Sounds good.

"Very strong, I don't think you have anything to worry about here," she smiled, taking the machine away and using a paper towel to wipe off the goop. "Remember, if you start feeling tightness fifteen minutes apart, consistantly, to call," she smiled.

Goten nodded. "You'll hear me screaming, I'm sure." Goten joked.

"Now now, it doesn't have to be that way," Midwife Toliama chuckled. "Well that is all for today, if I don't hear from you I'll be in again next week, same time?"

"Ok." Goten nodded, smiling.

"Alright then," she smiled, picking up the machine, "I'll just see myself out, you take care of your cousin now, hear, Mr. Briefs?"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled. "Can I help you with that?"

"No no, I'm fine, just fine. Take care now!" she waved and bustled out the bedroom door. A minute later, the door to their apartment closed as well.

Goten looked up at Trunks and smiled. "She said anytime now we might be due... but I have a feeling you know that already."

Trunks chuckled, "What, I was actually home for this one, you think a little door was going to keep me out of the loop?" he smirked.

Goten smiled. "Too bad we can't let her know you're the father," she stated.

"I can see it now. "Why Mr. Briefs. That's positively shameful"!" he laughed.

"Though we could use it to explain the tail," Goten smirked.

"Nah, just tell her I'm your lamaze partner until Goten gets back," he chuckled. "She can't kick me out then." He blinked, "Shit, I forgot about that," he clapped a hand over his forehead. "Though I think Truten's tail would be a giveaway there the family... deformation?"

"Yeah... one of our family was inbred.... and I bet it's your father's side... " Goten smirked.

Trunks rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Goten. "At least he's leaving us alone this time."

"Probably trying to figure out how to wipe these past few years from his memory."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Trunks muttered, sitting down on the bed beside her. "So, any time now, huh?

"Yeah... two centimetres already, so we just have to watch and wait."

"Well, I just bought a pager, I'll leave the number for it on the phone - that shouldn't die out, and then you can call me if I'm not home when it happens."

Goten nodded. "Good, cause I'm going to need you there...."

"I wouldn't miss it," he kissed her nose.

"Better not, or I will kill you."

"As long as I get wished back, that's fine," he chuckled. "C'mon Goten, have I ever broken a promise?

"Not to me..." she stated after a moment of thought.

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

Goten smirked. "Though you did bend the truth a few times..." she pointed out.

"Leaving loopholes isn't bending truth," Trunks pointed out.

Goten just chuckled and shook her head. He winked at her.

"Dork."

"Why thank you for the compliment," he laughed.

Shaking her head, Goten reached up and grabbed his shirt collar, then pulled him down for a kiss.

He chuckled, kissing her back fully.

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Dork: originally meant 'whale penis' or 'large penis'... hence Trunks's response of thank you -- some guys like to think they're exceptionally large ;)