Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Sixty-Seven ( Chapter 67 )

Innocence is Futile
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Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter Sixty-Seven
September 13, 799 - Thursday
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Goten had run into Marron at the park as he swept back and forth in the swing with Truten, the twins sleeping in the stroller beside them. They had talked, and Goten remembered that Trunks was going to rent a few movies for the night, and asked Marron if she wanted to come over. So, handing Truten to Marron, Goten quickly pulled out his cellphone and dialed Trunks's personal extension at the office.

"Briefs," a falsely-helpful voice answered.

Truten was busy playing with one of Marron's pigtails.

"Oh, you sound So enthusiastic," Goten chuckled, hoping off the swing and walking over to check on the twins.

Trunks's voice changed immediately. "Goten, save me!"

"I plan on it. Cancel your appointments for a family emergancy," Goten smirked.

"Is it the kind that gets me out of work, or is it the kind that will have me wearing the same clothes for a week?" Trunks asked seriously, not hearing the smirk in Goten's voice.

"The kind that will get you out of work. You daughter is hitting on a woman and I need you to come help me stop her," Goten looked over at Marron and waved.

Marron, oblivious, just smiled and waved to Goten while tickling Truten.

Truten giggled.

"Ah, well in that case, I'll lock in on your ki and be there as soon as I can get things... taken care of," Trunks said, then hung up without waiting for a response.

Goten chuckled, then turned off his phone. He walked back to Marron, smiling. "Trunks is going to be able to get out early... so why don't we head back to the apartment and I'll start cooking something for dinner?"

"Sure thing!" Marron smiled, standing up, Truten on her hip. Goten went to the baby carriage and they made their way back towards the apartment.

Truten was facinated with Marron's hair, it was so, "Laloooooh!"

Marron smiled. "She's so beautiful, Goten. Looks just like you," she stated.

"EVeryone says that, but I see more of Trunks in her," Goten replied.

The little girl with wild black hair and purple bangs decided to reach out and try to give Marron her bit of pretzel.

Marron smiled and ate it. "Thank you..."

"Mar... that fell in the sand three times..." Goten winced.

Marron spit it out immediately.

"Yummm!!!!" Truten giggled. "AGAIN!" she blew at Marron's face.

Marron stuck out her tongue and blew back. "I was wrong... she has Trunks's personality."

"She's entered her terrible twos... it's only the beginning..." Goten chuckled. They got the the apartment and went upstairs, and Goten pushed the stroller inside. "Let me change the twins and get them new bottles. Why don't you and Truten play in the livingroom?"

"OK," Marron said, and took the toddler to the livingroom to play.

Truten just blew at Marron again, then reached for her blonde pigtail again, "Tug!"

"Oh no no no no no..." Marron flipped the poinytail behind her back. "No tug."

Truten screwed up her face, then shook her head. "No!"

"That's right... no." Marron smiled, then blew on the toddler's face.

Truten blue hard in Marron's face, then squealed, wiggling out of her arms, "Wanna play boom!"

"Boom?" Marron asked, putting the chibi down.

Truten toddled over to a couple of her blocks, then carefully worked to set them on top of each other. Not exactly balanced, but at least piled.

Marron knelt down next to the toddler, watching. She had a feeling what was going to happen next.

Truten held her hands out in front of her, and yelled "BOOM!!!!" then squealed, crouching down and waving her hands through the pile, blocks going EVERYWHERE!

Marron laughed, holding up her hands to keep the blocks from hitting her face. "Truten, that's not nice..." she laughed.

The child picked up two more blocks then TOSSED them in the air, "BOOM! AAHAAA MAMA!!!!!!" She squealed, pushing herself to her feet and running to the door.

Marron blinked and stood up. "Truten, wait..." she said, following after the toddler, not sure what was happening.

A minute later, the sound of keys turning the lock could be heard. "Truten, don't stand by the door," Trunks's chuckling voice came through.

Truten moved back then looked up as the door opened. "Mama!" Trunks winced but said nothing, and the child whimpered then moved forward, tugging on his jacket. "Unca?" He smiled and reached down to pick her up. "How's my little girl?" He tossed her into the air, then snuggled her.

Marron was in the hallway and smiled. "Hey Trunks, long time no see," she said.

He looked up from where Truten was now trying to reach behind him toward his ponytail. "Marron," He smiled. "It's good to see you."

"Same here. It's been a long time," Marron came forward and flicked a piece of dirt off Trunks' shoulder.

He chuckled. "I didn't know you were going to be here," he shrugged. "I'd have picked something up on the way home."

"Goten said he was going to cook... but I'm sure he wouldn't mind having you get food... he's been busy all day from what I hear..." Marron said.

"I'm what?" Goten asked, walking to the kitchen, two rolled up diapers in his hands going into the garbage.

"Busy," Trunks looked over at his best friend. "You should have told me we had company, I could have picked something up."

"I wanted to surprise you?" Goten smirked. Like he hadn't known...

"Well, it worked," He shrugged.

"I'm going to make something for dinner... what do you guys want?" Goten asked.

"Well... Trunks was actually suggesting he could go get something..." Marron stated.

"Why don't we just all go out to a restaurante or something?" Trunks suggested. "Kids..." Goten sighed.

"What?" Trunks looked over. "There's highchairs... or I could call out for pizza or something?" He suggested.

"Oh, there's a great pizza place over by my college... we could go pick something up!" Marron smiled.

"We should call, we'll need about ten," Trunks decided.

"I'll go find the phone book and get the number." Marron smiled and went to the phone, the book right next to it and started flipping through pages.

Goten walked out, shaking two baby bottles. "I thought you would have figured it out over the phone," he whispered.

"I thought you were just helping me get out of work, you wouldn't BELIEVE the stupidity running rampant there today, I thought my head was going to mush," he whispered back.

"You really need to get a work from home position like your mom has..." Goten chuckled.

"Bite me," Trunks rolled his eyes. "How were the kids today?" he asked, shuffing off his jacket and hanging it up.

"The twins were angels... and your toddler was the devil incarnate, as usual..." Goten smirked.

"Doesn't surprise me in the least," Trunks shook his head. "She's too much like me."

"That she is....Marron agrees as well," Goten smiled, then winced as the twins started their crying chorus. "Got to feed the monkeys... be right back..." He trotted off to the twins bedroom.

Trunks shook his head, moving to sit on the edge of a chair so he didn't track dirt into the house, seeing as he'd have to go out again to get the food anyhow.

"OK, I got the number... I'll call them in cause I can get my student discount... what kind of toppings do you want?" Marron asked.

"Four mushroom and meatball, four everythings, one cheese and sausage, and one whatever you want," Trunks said with a smile. "Need me to write it down?"

"Um... no, but I might ask you again," Marron smiled and picked up the phone, calling in the order, turning her back to Trunks.

He took a moment to look at her, having not seen her in a few years. Time had treated her well, she still didn't look any over twenty three.... He couldn't help but notice how long her legs were, either.

One which automatically lifted and bent upwards as she leaned over the table, talking to the pizza guy. She smiled and laughed. "No, it's not a frat party, George... I swear...."

He chuckled, his gaze travelling up that natural curv to her skirt her waist, so small.

Goten came back out of the twin's room and looked at Trunks, shook his head, and walked past searching for Truten.

Trunks noted it and looked at Goten, raising his eyebrows.

Truten was currently stacking video games for a game of 'boom' in the corner... behind the television.

Goten closed his eyes, then ducked behind the tv. "How did you get back there cutie?" he asked, reaching down for her.

"I Climbed!"

Goten sighed and picked her up, tossing her into the air. "What have we told you about climbing?"

"WHEEEE!!!!" She giggled.

"Take your monster," Goten said, handing Truten to Trunks.

"TRUTEN MONSTER!" Truten giggled, grabbing onto Trunks's nose as he took her.

"Leggo by doze!"

Goten just chuckled. Marron hung up the phone and came over, leaning on Goten's shoulder comfortably... they had slipped back into friend roles very quickly. "Ten pizzas with our names on it are being cooked as we speak. Ready Trunks?"

"HONK HONK!" Truten squealed loudly, pulling on Trunks's nose with each one.

He nodded, "Iv I cad ged by doze back...." he crossed his eyes, causing Truten to squeal, tug harder, and blow in his face while giggling.

"Why don't you take her with you... you could say that it's a new fashion accessory?" Goten joked, and Marron laughed.

"Wadda be by doze ring?" Trunks asked his daughter. "Ma...uncle!" Truten blinked. "PiZZA!!!!"

Marron laughed and walked over, tickling Truten. "Let go of Trunks, Trutenie," she cooed.

"LAHLOOOH!" Truten reached for Marron, giggling.

Marron held the girl, shaking her head to get her hair behind her head. "We should be back in about twenty minutes," Marron told Goten, who nodded. "Coming, Trunks?"

"Sure thing, Marron, we can take my car," he said, opening the door for her.

"Say bye bye to papa," Marron turned Truten back and waved at Goten.

"Bye bye Papa!!!" Truten waved both hands then clapped them. "Car Drive!"

"Yes," Trunks chuckled. "We're going for a drive."

Marron smiled and closed the door. Once they were gone, Goten let out a long breath, then went to the couch and just flopped down on it, staring at the ceiling. I'm going to handle this... I'm going to handle this... he whispered in his head over and over again.

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They got down and Trunks decapsulised his Porsche, amusing to see, for there were three carseats in it. He moved to open the door. "Drive with Uncle!

"Which one is hers?" Marron asked, bouncing the toddler on her hip.

Truten wriggled, "Put Down!" she shouted at Marron, her eyes demanding.

"Ok, ok!" Marron laughed, and leaned into the back of the car, working to strap Truten in the center carseat.

Trunks chuckled as she finished strapping his daughter in and shut the door, then opened the door for her to get into the car as well.

"Thanks," Marron smiled and got in.

"You're welcome," he made sure she was settled then shut the door, going around to the drivers side and getting in, turning on the car as he put on his belt.

Truten started giggling and threw a toy forward. Trunks caught it and tossed it back, "No throwing."

"Nonononono!!" Truten giggled.

"Seems to be her favorite word," Marron stated, then turned around and tickled the toodler.

Truten giggled, batting at Marron's hands.

"Pretty much," He chuckled, putting the car into gear and pulling away. "You'll have to tell me where we're going."

"Head towards Sataan College, and hang a left on Turbine Drive."

"Sounds a plan," He nodded, smiling as he glanced over at her, making his way down the street.

Marron kept playing with Truten, then turned back and smiled, running her hands through her hair. "So, how's life treating ya, Trunks?"

Okay, that caught him off guard. "It's going alright, basically juggling work and the kids," he chuckled. "How about you? Goten said you're in grad school?"

"Yup. I WAS trying to get into acting, but after all the schooling, I really got into playwriting, so I'm getting an english masters and plan on writing movies and plays."

"Wow, that's pretty impressive. Is there any particular style you're going after, or just about anything?" he asked, curious.

"Everything... I don't want to get latched onto one particular genre," Marron smiled, then pointed. "Turn there."

"Ah, okay," he put on his blinker, then followed as she directed. "That seems like a good idea, that way you won't be type-set."

"And that way I can write whatever my heart wants... not what's popular or what I'm expected to," Marron smiled, then pointed. "There's the place."

He carefully pulled up to the curb, turning off the car. "Doing what your heart wants to, is a noble dream - I really hope you succeed with it," He smiled to her as he got out of the car, opening the back door to gather his sleeping daughter out of her car seat, holding her in the crook of his arm up against him. She woke briefly, blinking wide blue eyes at her parent, then closed them, patting his chest as she fell back asleep.

Marron followed, leading Trunks into the place. "Hey, Joseph! Joey, it's Marron!!"

From the back, a large fat man came forward, wiping his hands on his shirt. "Marron, sweetie, how you doing dear? What's this I hear about a frat party you're going to?"

Marron laughed. "I'm not going to a frat party, Joey... just visiting a few friends." She turned to Trunks. "This is an old friend, Trunks. Trunks, this is Joey, the owner."

Trunks held out his free hand to shake the owners, "Pleased to meet you." He was a little self conscious, only now realising he was still dressed from work.

"Pleasure's mine, Mister Briefs," Joey shook his hand. "Not often I get celebrities in this hole in the wall."

"Well, we need to eat too," he chuckled, shaking firmly before taking his hand back, shifting Truten in his arms. "What's the damage?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.

"Well, I WOULD say free, but I know Mar here would hit me and shove dollars down my pants... then again..." he smirked, and Marron leaned over and hit him, hard, on the shoulder.

Trunks chuckled, "And rightfully so," he smiled. Truten whimpered and tugged on his ear a little, and he rubbed her back as she settled back to sleeping.

"Is that little one yours?" Joey asked, pulling up the divider between the counter and seating area. "I love children."

"Yes, she's my eldest, Truten," He said. "Going anywhere in the car just puts her to sleep instantly."

"Yeah, the vibrations from the car through their carseat will do that to them," Joey bent over to look at Truten's face. "Such pretty hair... those lavander locks are surely from your side, huh?" he laughed.

Trunks chuckled, "Bound to be, the other side's got black hair for generations, as far as I know."

Truten opened one eye and looked at Joey, then blinked both eyes open, not sure what to think yet.

"Hey cutie..." Joey said softly, smiling at Truten. He had a look like a clean faced Italian Santa Clause.

"Don't scare the baby, Joey... she might think you'll eat her..." Marron joked, sitting up on the counter.

"Nah, nothing scares this kid," Trunks chuckled, pulling her away a little.

Truten scrunched up her face a little then yawned and then grinned, three teeth on the top, four on the bottom, as she reached out toward Joey with a squealing giggle.

"Can I?" Joey asked, his eyes twinkling as he tickled Truten's chin.

Truten giggled again, then practically launched herself out of Trunks's arms. He barely kept hold of her. "I think she says yes," he chuckled as his daughter latched onto the man's collar with one hand and started reaching for his mouth with her other.

Joey laughed. "Hey Kiddo... want a garlic knot? You can feed me one of those instead of you fingers..." Joey laughed, bouncing Truten and walking her behind the counter.

Marron smiled, then walked over to Trunks, leaning against him. "Don't worry, Joey's harmless."

He chuckled, finding himself putting an arm around her comfortably, "I'm not worried, it takes a lot to phase her. Besides, kids are great judges of how trustable a person is... at least at this age," he said with a nod, listening to Truten giggling.

Joey tossed a garlic knot into the oven, holding Truten far to the other side so she could touch anything, then pulled it out almost immediatly and handed it to the chibi.

"Yeah... and Joey is probably right around her age mentally too," Marron chuckled.

Truten giggled, pulling off a piece of it and shoving it toward Joey while she smunched the other in her opposite hand.

"He seems like a great guy, I say this is suddenly my new favourite place to get takeout." he winked at her.

Joey ate it, chewing on it and smiling, talking softly with Truten.

"Joey actually goes to school with me... he's in one of my poetry classes. He says to learn it to woo women... I say he's a closet Yeats. You should hear some of the stuff he's written."

"Mar..." Joey looked over, blushing.

"That good, huh?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow with interest.

"It's a hobby," Joey said, then took another bite of garlic knot from Truten.

"It's beautiful... let's see if I remember the one you wrote for me..." Marron smirked.

"Mar, please don't embarrass me like this," Joey whimpered.

Truten was now reaching for where she'd seen him get the garlick knot from. "MORE!"

Trunks raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"One more, but you're gonna have to take it to go otherwise your daddy's dinner is gonna get cold," Joey said, picking up another knot, warming it and handing it to her before taking the chibi back to Trunks.

"You still haven't told me how much I owe you," Trunks chuckled, while Truten happily tore into the knot.

Marron told him, and Joey looked at her. "What! I can do math, you know!" she laughed.

Trunks chuckled, pulling out more than enough and giving it to Joey as he took his daughter back. She yawned. "More?"

"We'll eat more when we get home, sweetheart," he chuckled.

"And you're always welcome here too, cutie," Joey tickled Truten's chin.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be back," Marron said, grabbing the pizzas, balancing them with practiced skill.

"Most likely, good to meet you Joey," Trunks said, reaching out to take the pizza's from Marron.

"You have a kid, I got the pies," Marron stated.

"Don't argue with her," Joey laughed. "She's carried twice as many back to the dorms."

"I wouldn't doubt that, but you can't blame me for trying to be a gentleman," he let her take them and went to hold the door for her instead. "Thanks again!" he called back.

"Come back soon!" Joey called, waving.

Marron smiled. "You know, he's going to boast about meeting Trunks Briefs to everyone..." she chuckled.

"It'll get old once he starts seeing me almost every day," he chuckled. "I guess I should have changed before coming," he reached out and opened the back door for her to put the pizzas on the seat, while he went around to the other one to put Truten into HER seat.

"Nah... you just have one of those faces that everyone recognizes," Marron stated, putting the pizzas down.

"Maybe I should dye my hair?" he asked, chuckling as he strapped Truten into her seat.

"NO!" Marron squealed. "Don't you dare do that, Trunks Briefs."

"Why not?" he blinked as he looked at her. That was... quite a huge reaction.

"I like your hair... it gives you an exotic quality," Marron nodded.

He raised his eyebrows, "Okay, if you like it so much, then I won't dye it," He said with a smile.

Marron just wrinkled her nose, then got into the car.

He blinked then shrugged, closing the door and getting in on his end, turning on the car. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Why would you think that?" Marron asked.

Trunks put on his belt, "You wrinkled your nose at me?"

"Oh, I do that all the time," Marron chuckled.

"Okay, I guess it's been a long time," he smiled in relief. "I wasn't sure if you were angry or not," he chuckled, pulling out of his space and starting to head toward home.

"Well, normally I only get mad if someone causes me to be... and you haven't done anything wrong..." Marron stated.

"I guess I'm a little paranoid," he chuckled. "I seem to have a habit of making pretty women angry," he said softly.

Marron laughed. "You tlaking about that bitch who talked to the tabloids about you?"

"Oh, she's at the top of the list," he chuckled. "I can't believe how many people are buying it, though."

"Not as many as you think..." Marron stated. "And anyway, why would you want to even date a person who believes that garbage!"

"You sound like Goten - I guess it's because I don't really know where to find a woman who doesn't read it..." he sighed. "I've read some of them, Marron, they sound pretty believable."

"Yeah, but every educated person knows that they are just trash...in fact, I think the last one had you on the opposite page of the man with three heads."

Trunks laughed, "I must have missed that one."

"I was using it as a collage project," she chuckled.

"I hope you're talking about the three headed man," he shot her an amused look.

"He's a four headed man now," Marron smirked.

"Classy," he chuckled.

"I'm just kidding," she smacked him lightly.

He grinned, glancing over at her as he turned down the road toward the apartments.

Marron smiled and turned to look behind them at the toddler.

Truten, true to her parent's words, had fallen fast asleep, sucking on the tip of her tail.

"She's such a cutie..."

"She is. Goes to show you that even when things go crazy, something good can come out of it," he said softly.

"Well, you have three good examples of that," Marron said, pushing a hair from her face.

"Yes. Thankfully, the other two take more after Goten's personality... otherwise the apartment wouldn't be standing," he chuckled.

"Yeah... you should see them with Goten... those kids love him," Marron smiled. "And he's the envy of all the single mothers... they're ALWAYS hitting on him."

"Good," He chuckled. "Maybe someone will take his fancy."

"I dunno... he doesn't seem interested..." Marron picked at her nails.

Step one... make sure she's not interested in your best friend. "Marron... out of curiousity... are you?"

"Am I what?" Marron asked, turning back to look at him.

"Interested in Goten?"

Marron smiled. "Well... I was... but when we started to hang out, we both realized that just being friends is all we wanted. We're close, but I've gotten over him."

Trunks nodded, sighing slightly in relief, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pulled the car into its place outside the apartment complex.

"Why do you ask?" Marron asked curiously, taking off her safety belt.

"Well..." Trunks turned off the car. "I guess because I wanted to see if maybe I might have a chance?" he asked softly, looking over.

Marron blinked. "You mean... Trunks, I'm flattered," Marron smiled.

"Don't say you're flattered," he said with a soft smile, looking over at her. "Say you'll go to the Five Rings opening in The Palace Theatre with me friday night," he smiled hopefully.

Marron smiled and leaned closer. "I would LOVE to, Trunks."

"I HUNGRY!" Truten shouted, throwing her toy up front, hitting both Trunks and Marron in the nose.

He pulled away slightly and looked back at his daughter. "You need to work on your timing."

Marron laughed, grabbing her nose and rubbing it, smiling.

Truten just squealed and laughed. Trunks chuckled, "C'mon, let's get these pizza's inside and feed the little monster and her father," He said, pushing his car door open, and closing it, rushing around to open the door for Marron.

Marron nodded, grabbing the pizzas from the backseat and shutting the door with her hip.

He pulled up the carseat belt, and helped Truten out, settling her on his shoulders as he shut the door. "You sure you won't let me carry those?

"I'm sure. You can be a gentleman and get the doors instead," she stated.

"Alright then," He smiled, Truten tugging at some of his long hair as he moved ahead to open the door for her.

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Marron smiled and walked into the apartment. "Goten! We're... oh my... how cute..." her cry turned into a whisper as she turned the boxes to the side. Goten was asleep on the couch, Teena in the crook of his arm, sucking on a bottle.

Trunks chuckled, "Lemme grab the camera... I wonder where Gotenks is?" he whispered back, sneaking inside.

Truten whispered a child's whisper, "Papa sleepy!"

Marron put the boxes down, then looked at the semi-open door to the baby's room, where Gotenks was still fast asleep. "He's sleeping still..." Marron whispered.

"Good, that means he didn't crawl off to empty the toilet-paper roll again," Trunks chuckled under his breath, picking Truten up and handing her to Marron.

Truten smiled, reaching for her.

Marron took the toddler, tossing her in the air a bit, then put a finger to her lip. "Shhhhhhh."

Truten put her hands over her mouth and, wideyed, nodded.

Trunks found the camera and moved into position, getting ready to take the picture.

Teena whimpered in her sleep, and Goten just nuzzled her a bit closer unconsiously.

Trunks smiled, then made sure the picture was perfect in the camera's digital window, before taking the photograph.

Marron smiled. "We should wake him up..." she stated. "Otherwise he'll be up all night..."

"We should..." Trunks sighed, putting the camera away. He then moved forward to take Teena, and her bottle, from Goten.

Goten's eyes opened wide at the broken contact with his daugther. He looked up and saw Trunks, then settled back down, smiling. "You're back..." he stated.

"Yeah, just gonna put the cutie back to bed. We brought food too," he chuckled.

Goten sat up. "Yeah, she was hungry... I didn't want her to wake Gotenks, so I gave her a small bottle and brought her out here."

"And took a nap," Trunks chuckled, disappearing into the nursery.

"Yeah, well..." he rubbed his head, looking at Marron and Truten. "I guess I was tired."

"After what you did today, I wouldn't be surprised," Marron chuckled, coming over to put Truten in Goten's lap.

Trunks came back, bringing the boxes into the living room and putting them onto the coffee table, as well as bringing in a bib and plate for Truten, "What's that?"

"Oh, nothing!" Goten said quickly, giving Marron a look.

"It's not like it's a bad thing," Marron said, smiling.

"Oh c'mon tell me," Trunks encouraged, pulling out a piece of the cheese pizza, and using a bit of ki on the tip of his finger to cut it into smaller pieces for Truten.

"Goten won a writing contest," Marron said, grabbing a slice for herself.

"Mar..." Goten blushed.

"Writing contest?!" Trunks blinked, looking at Goten. "Since when do you write?" he asked, utterly surprised.

Goten just looked at his hands thoughtfully.

"Well, he's been scribbling at the park while Truten plays, and he wrote this really cute short story, and I entered it under a pen name into a contest at school, and it won first place." Marron explained. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Goten."

"Congratulations," Trunks grinned, taking Truten and setting her on the ground with her plate of food, letting her have at it. "I'd love to see it."

Goten bit his lip. "Ok..." he looked up at Marron and glared a moment, then reached for a slice.

"Oh come on, Goten... it's not like it's a crime to write a good story..."

Trunks reached for a slice as well, "Don't be all embarrassed, Chibi - I'm sure it's great."

Goten just shrugged and nibbled on his slice.

Trunks sighed, taking his slice and eating it, frowning slightly - wondering why it was such a big deal.

Marron finished hers and reached for a second. "Sheesh, you guys eat so slow..." she teased.

"Is that a challenge, Marron?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe..." Marron smirked.

Goten chuckled.

"I thought we figured out, oh, about fifteen years ago, that getting into a speed eating contest with a demi-saiyajin was a bad idea," Trunks chuckled, reaching for another slice.

"I've gotten better since then...." Marron chuckled, reaching for her third.

He finished his second and reached for his Third. "Hey Goten, want to judge?" he asked, his eyes sparkling just the tiniest bit... more than they had in months.

"Sure... just give me this and I'll be fine." He stood up and stole a fresh pie, then sat back and watched.

Trunks caught Marron's eye, then nodded, signaling the start, before he started chowing down.

Marron had skill, eating the toppings first, then the bread.

Trunks couldn't help but chuckle as he reached for his next piece, simply devouring it in four bites.

Goten watched, shaking his head. He knew Marron could eat a lot... but as much as Trunks... he didn't think it was gonna happen.

Marron finished her third, fourth, and started her fifth at the same time as Trunks.

Trunks was most definitely impressed, but grabbed his sixth and seventh at once and pressed them together like a sandwich as he ate them.

"That's cheating!" Marron stated, throwing a slice at him.

Trunks caught it in the air, "No it's not," He grinned, grabbing that and adding it to his 'sandwich'.

Marron wrinkled her nose. "Goten!"

"You guys didn't make rules on slice sandwhiches..." he shrugged, but smiled.

"It's the same amount of food," Trunks chuckled as he finished it, "But if you want I'll wait until you've caught up and go slice by slice again," he said innocently.

Marron stuck out her tongue. "Forget it... I give up," she laughed.

"So easy?" Trunks asked, reaching for another slice, "Too bad, guess I'll have to find you a consolation prize," he chuckled, going back to eating at a more... normal pace.

Marron chuckled. "I'm sure you can think of something..." she smirked.

Goten shook his head. "Your Uncle's silly," he talked to the toddler next to him.

Trunks recovered from his wince expertly as he reached for another piece of pizza, "I'm sure I can."

Marron winked, then grabbed another slice.

He smiled slightly, then gave his crust to Truten for gnawing on as he took another slice for himself.

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