Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Fifty-Six ( Chapter 56 )

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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-Six
April 3, 799 Tuesday
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Trunks sighed, he wasn't due to pick up the kids for another little bit - and with the way Goten was acting lately, he didn't want to ask him to go for food. So, he found himself getting out of work early to go stock up on food for the following week.

"Jacque, will you STOP eating the paper bag! Marie, Francois... LILLIAN! Will you please help me control these little brats!" a very stuck up voice shouted across the store.

A stuck up voice Trunks knew very well. He narrowed his eyes, then smirked... maybe it was time for some payback? He 'happened' to make his way down toward that aisle next.

Paris had one little boy on her hip, a paper bag of rice in his mouth. Two other toddlers were running around, a very frazzled older woman trying to round them up. "I can't believe they don't have any french mustard here!" she complained.

Trunks snorted, but felt bad for the older woman trying to round up the kids. He snatched up one of the toddlers before she could disappear under a shelf, and carried the child over, putting her into the cart.

Paris turned and sighed. "Geez Marie... thank you," she looked up and saw Trunks, and her eyes opened wide. "My gosh, Trunks Briefs. Fancy meeting you here."

"Everybody has to eat, Paris," he replied gruffly, kindly ruffling the child's hair. Wasn't her fault she had such a horrible woman for a mother. Poor thing.

"Surprised you don't have Goten doing it. I heard he was back from his year in the service," Paris chuckled.

"It's just as much my job as his," Trunks shrugged, stepping away to go back to his cart, pulling a few things down for it.

"Well, I'm sure your taste is much better," Paris pushed her cart to follow Trunks. "After all, you are from a better upbringing and all...."

"Actually no, he is - I just happened to have money. He's got an actual title," he said off-handedly - wanting to make Paris regret every pain she put Goten through.

"A title, huh?" Paris took down the same box of rice that Trunks had just taken. "I don't think anything could be higher than President of Capsule Corp."

"Well, actually - he's a prince," Trunks said off handedly, grabbing down some more food from one of the islands.

Paris raised her eyebrow. "A prince, huh? Then how come he doesn't live in some castle and wear better clothes than jeans...."

"He doesn't want to," Trunks shrugged.

"If he was, he should want to," Paris said. "Why have a title if you can't flaunt it, right?" She winked at Trunks.

Trunks rolled his eyes, "Probably because he sees my life, and realises what a pain in the ass it is."

"How can being rich and powerful be a pain in the ass?" Paris laughed, and Jacque started to whimper. Paris ignored the infant. "I mean, you can have everything you want, and not have to worry what people think!"
,br> "Actually, you do have to worry about what people think -- and you don't get everything you want. Your child's upset," he pointed out, pulling down more things for his cart.

Paris sighed fustrated. "Lillian, will you see what's wrong with him," Paris stated, handing the toddler over to the woman.

Francois, the taller of the triplets, ran over and tugged on Trunks' leg. "You have purple hair," he said with a cute smile.

Trunks crouched a little, "Yes I do - so did my grandfather," he chuckled, mussing the child's hair too.

"Francois, please don't bother Mister Briefs..." Paris scolded.

"But he 'as funny hair!" Francois giggled.

"He's not bothering me," he said. smiling at the kid while he seethed at the mother. Those poor children. "Yes, I do have funny hair, I should probably get a haircut too, what do you think, Francois?"

"I think you look like Captain Crunch!" Francois stated.

"No, I think his hair's white," he nodded.

"Not after Marie color on the box!" he giggled.

"Francois!" Paris stated. "Go back to Lillain now."

Trunks chuckled, "Well then, aye aye Francois," he saluted to the chibi so he wouldn't get in trouble with his mother (being just a little older than Trunks's own eldest), and stood.

"I'm so sorry, Trunks... they have no manners whatsoever.... I really need to get a new nanny... she just can't control them," Paris appologized.

"She's doing the best she can, perhaps you should just get more help?" He asked as he continued down the way.

"If she just was a bit more vigilent, I wouldn't need more help," Paris rolled her eyes. "So, how was your peacekeeping mission? I remember that you were gone for a bit, and I guess with Goten leaving and my kids, we lost track of each other."

"Excuse me?" Trunks raised an eyebrow. "My mission went well - and if I remember correctly, you left him."

"We parted ways... happens in every relationship," Paris shrugged.

"And why should I be keeping track of you, Paris?" Trunks asked coldly.

"I dunno... I figured that with our similar family backgrounds, we could hit it off..." She smiled sweetly.

"Sorry to break it to you, Paris - but you never had a chance." He turned to look at her. "See, my cousin told me what you were planning, and why you were dating Goten. Anyone who hurts Goten - doesn't have a chance," he turned and pushed the cart away from her, conversation over.

"How come, Trunks? Just because Goten and I didn't make sense, that doesn't mean you and I can't make sense." She cornered Trunks and turned him around, placing a hand on his chest.

Trunks looked at her hand with disgust, then plucked it off him. "Forget it Paris, I'm not about to date a woman who dated my best friend just to get to me."

"So you're going to let Goten stand in the way of finding something that might be just what you need?" Paris asked.

"Trust me, Paris. A stuck up woman who's more intent on trying to land a man who has no interest in her, than spend time with her own children - is NOT what I need."

"Maybe what they need is a caring father figure," she stated.

"Hopefully you'll find one, because frankly, Paris - you're a lousy mother."

Paris stepped back. "I am not," she stated.

"Mama... gotta go potty..." Marie came over, her legs crossed.

"Have Lillian take you," Paris stated, glaring at Trunks.

"I rest my case - Luckily, my children's mother is a lot more attentive than you are."

"You have children?" Paris asked, raising her eyebrow.

"That surprises you?"

"You've been away so long, you haven't had time to settle down... " Paris chuckled. "And I don't see a ring on your finger."

"Divorced," He answered. "Still on good terms though."

"So what was her name?"

"Neto Gnos, we met while I was away."

"Sounds exotic. I bet you have a cute little island baby with dark skin and lavander hair," she smiled.

"Actually, we have three children, one does have lavendar hair though," He nodded. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go home now."

"Are you sure? I was going to drop the kids at home and get a quick lunch after this... I would love if you joined me, we could catch up on old times."

"Paris, if you don't back off, I will get a restraining order. Try spending time with your kids, you might find their behaviour improving if you do," he scowled.

Paris huffed. "You know what, I can't believe I used to defend you. I should have listened when people talked about how much of an arrogant jerk you are."

"Yes, you should have. But guess what, Paris. It takes one to know one," He pushed past her and went to the checkout lane.

"You'll pay for this, Trunks Briefs..." Paris growled, then turned and walked back to her family.

He just shook his head and paid for his groceries before heading home.

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