Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fifty ( Chapter 50 )

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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 Fifty
January 19, 799 Friday
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It was mid afternoon and Goten was sleeping on the couch when she felt the first tiny twinge. Stirring, she reached for her stomach. "Go back to bed," she said softly and turned over.

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Trunks was busy at work - almost fighting with the people in his board meeting. Why couldn't they get their own brain cells, did they have to torture his too?!

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Another twinge came a few minutes later. Goten turned over and started for the bathroom, thinking it was a stomach pain. As she stood up, she whimpered and held her stomach... then gasped as her legs got wet. "Uh oh...."

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"I'm TELLING you - aren't you listening? I thought that was the Entire Point of this meeting!" Trunks ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

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Goten walked to the phone, then whimpered again as another pain came... "What the hell... I thought I had fifteen minutes inbetween..." she whimpered as she reached for the phone.

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"You know what? Why don't you figure it out for me, and let me know when you're done having your heads in each other's ASSES!" Trunks stood from the board table. "Meeting A-"

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Goten reached for the phone, then fell as another wave of pain hit her. It was like something was fighting in her stomach. "Chibi please... calm down... I'll get Momma..." Goten whimpered, reaching for the phone.

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"-djourned!" Trunks slammed his hand on the table like a judgement gavel, then stalked from the room.

"Mr. Briefs."

"Not now, I'm going home."

"But there's still-"

"I'll take care of it tomorrow, Miss Sakura. Good day!" he slammed the door to his office.

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Goten grabbed the phone and pushed each number, then curled up onthe ground, waiting. "Please answer..." she whimpered.

Trunks picked up the phone, "I'm going home!" he snarled into it - thinking it was more beurocratics.

"Trunks..." Goten whimpered.

"Goten?" He blinked. "What are you... what's wrong?"

"Chibi.... coming... " she gasped.

"I'll be right home, I'll call the midwife on my way." He hung up the office phone and pulled out his cell as he opened his window, taking to the sky.

Goten hung up the phone... he wanted to call his family, but they had to keep the ruse of being Trunks's cousin... just for now....

It wasn't long before Trunks showed up, almost breaking the balcony doors as he entered, "Miss Toliama said she'd be here as soon as possible."

Goten was on the floor, crying. "It fucken hurts!" she whimpered.

Trunks moved over, picking her up, bringing her back to their room, "Shhhh...." He said. "Remember that breathing?"

Goten winced in pain, reaching out and grabbing Trunks' arm, squeezing hard. "It hurts! Why didn't you tell me it hurt this much!!!!!"

He lay sat her on the bed, helping her curl up like they were told, "C'mon Goten, focus with me..."

"I'M TRYING!" Goten screamed as another contraction hit.

Trunks heard the door, and kissed her head, "I'll be right back," he promised, running to open it, leading Miss Toliyama in, helping her carry her things. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry I can't just appear out of thin air," she chuckled, coming into the room.

Goten cried out in pain from the bedroom. "TRUNKS!"

"I'll get Goten's dad to teach you," Trunks mumbled, running back into the room, sitting beside Goten once more.

Miss Toliyama entered, "Shh, there there, you keep screaming like that, you'll scare the baby right back in there."

"Just get it out! Get it out of me!" Goten cried.

"Stop being so hysterical," the midwife told her sternly, moving to help her get her patns off. "Let me have a look and see how you're doing."

Goten worked to try and stay still, put cried out as another contraction came. She reached and grabbed Trunks' neather-region. "DAMN YOU!"

Trunks squeaked in supreme pain, and fell off the bed to his knees.... "Uahhhh......"

"Now now, don't blame the poor boy, it's not your cousin's fault now, is it, Trina?" The midwife asked, gently pressing a gloved hand within her. "Transitional. Okay, just a few more minutes, and we'll be ready to go - that child's really wants to be born!"

"You'd be... surprised," Goten squeaked as she let go, then relaxed on the bed a moment as the pain passed. "I think... I think I'm in more pain than most women..." she whined.

"No, you just aren't practicing your breathing like I told you - it'll help, y'know."

Goten closed her eyes and started to breath... to really concentrate... then cried out as she felt a sharp tug inside. "OWIE!" she screamed, nearly sitting up.

Trunks, having recovered, gave her his hand to grasp. "Shh, remember breathe."

The midwife checked again. "Okay, on the next one I want you to push... no screaming, if you scream, all the energy'll go right through your head, and none of it will help the chibi."

Goten nodded, sitting up a bit, looking up at Trunks with forgiving, painfilled eyes.

"Well, now that you've damn near castrated me..." he winced out, still very much in pain, but even more so there for her.

"Okay, remember - put all that screaming energy right down to push out the baby."

Goten nodded, gritting her teeth to keep herself from screaming. Then she felt the pain. She cried out, whimpering but pushed the scream downwards. She was halfway down when there was that tug again and she screamed in pain.

"Almost there, every one of those contractions, you have to push now, Trina. Rest between them."

"I think the chibi is taking my stomach with it!" Goten cried out, collapsing back into Trunks.

"Not possible," midwife Toliama told her. "Just catch your breath dearie."

"It's taking something then... it's like I'm tearing in two..." Goten panted.

"Must be the tail," Trunks muttered, pushing his hadn through her hari gently. "Hang in there."

"Tail?!" the midwife blinked.

"Runs... in family..." Goten chuckled, then winced. "Oh man, not again..."

"Remember, focus down," Midwife Toliama told her, moving to help manoeuvre the head through it's tight escape route.

Goten scrunched her face shut and whined as she pushed, her face turning bright red.

"There we go..." THe midwife said. One more after this," she slowly began to turn the baby a bit, using a suctioner to clean out the nose and mouth.

Goten collapsed back against Trunks, burying her head in his shoulder. "Never... doing this... again..." she stated.

"Damn straight," Trunks chuckled, kissing her forehead and pushing her hair back out of her face a bit as he gave her some water.

Goten sipped it, then whimpered as she felt a strong kick. "Ow..." she whimpered, and the kick started another contraction. "Ok... let's do this," she said, and started to push, screaming softly as she did so.

And soon the baby slipped out. "Ah, there we go - a little girl," Midwife Toliama told them - clearing out her airwaves before giving her a sharp smack so the baby knew it was time to take air. As the infant began to cry, she clipped the cord, then snipped it off, before wrapping the baby in a blanket. "We'll clean her off later, time for the little sibling in a minute - rest while you can. We're halfway done, Trina."

Trunks blinked. "Little... sibling?"

"Sibling?" Goten looked at the midwife in disbelief.

"You're carrying twins, of course," The midwife said, as though she'd been telling them all along.

She placed the baby on the floor nearby as the baby squalled.

"When were you going to tell US that?!" stated, looking at Trunks.

"I did!" Midwife Toliama blinked owlishly.

Trunks blinked, "Oh... so when you said heartbeats...."

"But... I thought that was the babies and my own..." Goten whimpered. "I can't do this again..." she stated.

"It'll be easier this time, big sister made the way out a lot easier. The younger will make it through in two pushes tops.

Goten just whimpered and grabbed onto Trunk's arm, snuggling into it.

Trunks was still blinking in shock.... "... Twins..." He repeated.

Goten squeaked as the other twin pulled. "I think... it's time..." she whimpered.

"Nnnnnngggg," Trunks's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed off the bed.

"Don't mind your cousin, dear - happens all the time. Now, same as last time."

"TRUNKS! DAMNIT WAKE UP!" Goten cried, then bit her lip as the contraction came, and she worked to push.

"There we go.... one more and this baby'll be born too - then nothing else, the afterbirth comes out on its own, Trina dear."

"Are you sure there's nothing else up there?" Goten whimpered, laying back on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Trunks. The pillow bounced off trunks, but didn't wake him up.

"If it's like your first two children, probably a tail," The midwife chuckled.

"Please... wake him up.... I don't want him to miss this..." Goten panted, trying to relax.

The midwife nodded, pulling out a small packet from her bag. She broke it, and waved it under Trunks's nose.

Trunks's... very sensitive nose. He was up instantly, coughing, "What the-?"

"You're about to miss your third niece or nephew being born," the midwife informed him, moving back to the bed and readjusting the pad she'd put under Goten.

Goten turned her head to Trunks and held out her hand. "Please... get your ass up here now..." she asked weakly.

"Yes ma'am," he said, "Sorry," he mumbled, kissing her forehead as he held her hand in his.

Goten smiled, then winced. "Come on, kiddo... let's finish this," she muttered, then took a deep breath and pushed.

And out slipped the second child. "A son!" the midwife announced, giving him the same treatment before standing and giving the babies to their mother. She moved back down, "Keep your knees up, the afterbirth will come right out, you won't need to push."

Goten collapsed back into Trunks's arms, spent. "I... I can barely move..." Goten whispered.

"They're beautiful.." he breathed, kissing her forehead again, one hand caressing first one tiny cheek, than another - watching as the childen's tails peeked out of their bundles.

The girl child had lavendar hair, stickingout in all sorts of wild angles... just like Goten had as an infant... and the little boy had jet black hair, soft, and sleek like Trunks's.

"Our little babies..." Goten said softly, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"What do you want to name them?" Trunks asked.

"Now, we need to get those two washed, see if you can get the little boy to latch on," The midwife reached for the girl.

"On to what?' Goten asked, half awake.

"Your breast dear - to nurse - it'll help with the afterbirth," she assured her, reaching to take the daughter.

Goten looked up sleepily at Trunks. "Help me..." she said softly, trying to weakly sit up.

"Sure thing," He nodded to the midwife who took their second daughter out of the room to the bathroom - to get cleaned up. He helped Goten to sit, lifting her breast out of her shirt and holding it gently for their son to find and latch on. It may have been over a year, but he remembered the basics.

Goten watched, then reached up to stroke her son's cheek, her hand shaking. "He's beautiful..."

"Yeah, looks just like you, only his hair's limp like mine," Trunks chuckled.

"As long as he doesn't look like the milkman," Goten chuckled.

"I'd have to kill him then," Trunks teased. "So, what's the boy's name?"

"Gotenks..." Goten smiled.

Trunks chuckled, "You sure that's a good idea? might get confusing." "He's a creation of our fusion.... a different kind, but still..."

"Hmmm... how about Gotenks Nii, then? The second Gotenks?" Trunks suggested.

"Perfect..." Goten purred, closing her eyes and leaning back against the pillows.

Trunks ran his finger along their child's cheek as he nursed. "What about the girl?" he asked softly, hearing the midwife coo to the baby in the bathroom - washing her up.

"I was thinking... Teena..." Goten yawned.

"Teena?"

"Yeah.... "

"I like it," he smiled, kissing Goten's forhead. "So, Truten, Teena, and Gotenks.... won't your brother be thrilled," He chuckled.

"He'll throw baby name books at us next time," Goten chuckled and closed her eyes. She was exhusted.

"Shh, you just rest," Trunks told her. The midwife came in with a clean Teena, and Trunks gently took Gotenks away to let the Midwife clean him, while helping Teena to latch onto the opposite breast. "Drink up, you need to get strong," he whispered - as Gotenks was taken from the room. He pushed his fingers through the little girls' shock of lavendar hair.

Goten purred softly in her sleep, whimpering a few moments as her afterbirth passed.

It wasn't long before both children were set safe in their mother's arms, and the Midwife cleaned up for her.

She smiled, chuckling and shaking her head, seeing that Trunks, too, had fallen asleep.

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