Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Seventy-Five ( Chapter 75 )

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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 Seventy-Five
January 13, 780 - Sunday
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Trunks chuckled as he cut up some fruit for the kids. "Hold your horses, it's almost done," he chided, listening to their yammering.

"MORE!" Gotenks shouted, banging his cup on the table. Teena echoed her brother's cries.

"I want a pony!" Truten shouted.

Trunks laughed, shaking his head, bringing over the sliced fruit and dumping a bunch onto each of their trays, "there you go, you little monsters," He chuckled, kissing each atop the head before grabbing an apple and leaning back against the counter, and glancing at the clock.

Gotenks tilted his head and looked at Trunks, then followed his glance to the clock. "Clock." he stated.

Trunks smiled. "Yes, that's a clock," He said, nodding. "Eat your fruit."

"Papa." Gotenks wrinkled his nose, then looked down at the fruit and picked up a piece, examining it.

"He's probably just working late, don't worry, he'll be back soon," Trunks assured his son, frowning slightly inwardly, keeping the small smile on his lips.

At that, there was a jingling of keys in the door. Teena smiled and turned in her chair. "PAPA!" she exclaimed, trying to get free.

"Woah there," Trunks came forward and turned her back. "He'll be in here in a minute you finish your food."

"PAPAPAPAPAPPAPAPAPAPAPAPA!" Teena squealed.

"Yes, it's me," Goten called in weakly, closing the door and putting his bag on the floor near the door.

"Welcome home!" Trunks called, pushing his daughter back into the chair. "Better say hi to these kids before they break the furniture," he teased.

Goten walked in, his face tired but smiling. "Settle down, chibi's. Papa's home."

Truten grinned, "Want peaches!?" she asked, holding up one of her pieces to him.

"Thanks Cutie," Goten leaned over and eat the piece from her fingers.

Trunks chuckled, watching her feed her papa. "Now now, just cause you're sharing doesn't mean you don't have to finish," he teased.

"Hungry Uncle too?" she asked, holding out a pear to him.

Goten chuckled and ruffled Truten's hair, then obediently ate a piece form both twins, copying their older sister. "You guys were good today?"

"Yah huh! Gotted THREE baths!" Truten held up two fingers.

"Three? What did you do today?!" he laughed and looked at Trunks.

"We're out of powdered sugar," he explained, shaking his head.

Truten laughed, "I maded cookies!"

"Made cookies with what?" Goten said, then took another peach from Teena.

"White stuff," Truten nodded firmly.

Trunks chuckled. "You wouldn't believe how long it took me to get things cleaned up... and I thought this was my day off," he chuckled.

"I told you the easy bake oven was a bad idea," Goten chuckled.

"Yell at your mother for buying it for her," Trunks shot back with a smirk.

"Only because you tried to let her help and she almost set herself on fire...."

"But she didn't," Trunks pointed out.

"She almost did," Goten chided, walking over to the sink to get himself a glass of water.

"PEACHES!" Truten yelled, her place empty.

"Your child calls," Goten chuckled, yawning as he headed for their room.

"UNCLE!!!! PEACHES!!!!!"

Trunks sighed, grabbing another from the fruit basket, and cutting it up. "Hang on, Truten, in a minute."

Gotenks grabbed a handful and threw them at Truten. "NO!"

Trunks closed his eyes a moment, then went over, cleaning off Gotenks's plate, and cleaning him up as well, before taking him out of the highchair.

The little boy was instantly wiggling to be let down, and Teena started to cry because she wanted down too.

Trunks let his son down, then went to do the same for Teena. Truten looked at their food jealously. "More, Uncle!"

Teena and Gotenks took off for the living room, finding Goten's briefcase and digging into it with childish glee.

"Little Chibis are after your stuff, Chibi," Trunks told him, giving Truten her sibling's food as he went to chase after them.

"What?!" Goten ran out of the bedroom, half changed. "Trunks! Where's the gate?!" he cried as he ran into the livingroom and grabbed a twin around each of their waists, seperating them from his notes and packets.

"Wherever you put it this morning, how should I know!?" Trunks bent down to try and get everything back where it belonged.

"I had it set up in the hallway, like always!" Goten dropped the twins into their room, then walked back to the livingroom, kneeling down beside Trunks. "It's dangerous for those two to be loose."

"You're overreacting," Trunks told him, gathering up some papers and straightening them best he could.

"What if I come home with samples one day, Trunks... or you're working on a major project before dinner... we need to keep them contained."

"Then get a lock for your case," Trunks shot back angrily. "We've got three kids living with us - it's not a picnic and they're all toddlers. Deal with it. They're not animals, Goten. They're children - who need space to run, and play and grow up. Not... contained like zoo animals!"

"But WE need a space too, Trunks. A place where we know we can have things and not worry about their safety. They have a whole world to run around... why can't we keep the damn livingroom off limits!"

"Because the livingroom is for FAMILY Goten, if you've forgotten the meaning, I suggest you try to remember," Trunks shoved the papers at him. "The people next door moved out, I'll see about buying that apartment and expanding ours. Maybe then you won't be such an asshole about the kids," he got up and went back to the kitchen, banging the supper into the oven and turning it on.

"I am NOT being an Asshole!" Goten shouted, shoving his papers into his bag and zipping it shut. "We just need to set bouderies for them, instead of spoiling them rotten because you have the money to!"

"Supper will be ready for you in ten minutes, Goten," Trunks's voice was deathly calm.

Truten looked back and forth between them, and quietly kept eating her fruit.

"I'm not hungry," Goten growled, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door shut.

"Papa mad?"

"Yeah," trunks sighed, reaching over and turning off the oven. "He's mad... don't worry, sweetheart. Finish your food and then we'll have a story before bed."

Gotenks whimpered from inside the nursery, then climbed onto a pillow and started to talk to himself as he played with a toy. Teena stood at the gate, very quiet.

Truten finished quickly, and Trunks cleaned her up, carrying her back to the bedroom and stepping over the gate. "C'mon, let's read a book, then you kids can go to bed, okay?"

"Rindercella!" Truten wiggled down and ran to get the book.

Teena followed. "Book!" Gotenks just continued to play with his toy in the corner.

Trunks went over and picked up his boy, kissing the top of his head as he plopped onto the oversized beanbag for storytime, as Truten and Teena brought the book back to him for reading.

Gotenks looked at Trunks. "Papa mad."

"Yes," Trunks sighed. "Papa's mad. Things'll be okay tomorrow though," He promised ruffling his son's hair.

Gotenks just got up and walked back to play with his toy.

Trunks frowned, "You don't want to see the story?"

Gotenks just sat with his back to Trunks quietly.

Truten came back with the book, and plopped it open on the floor to look at the few pictures. "I'll be right back," he promised her, patting her on the head before going to sit in the corner with his son, trying to figure out how to talk to a boy who could barely speak.

"No."

"No?" Trunks asked. "No story, or no me?"

"No mad."

"You don't like that Papa's mad?" Trunks asked. "He'll be better, he just needs to sleep."

Gotenks shook his head. "More Mama."

Trunks frowned, and pulled Gotenks into his lap, toy and all. He sighed, not sure what to say to a statement like that.

"Not Mama," Truten piped up. "Is Uncle!"

Trunks smiled sadly. "That's right Truten... is Uncle...."

Gotenks leaned back into Trunks arm. "Mama..." he whispered sadly.

Trunks sighed again, sadly, wondering how Gotenks knew he'd once been like that, having never known him to be such. He wondered a lot of things, but came to no conclusions. "C'mon, cheer up, everything'll be okay," he said, cuddling him.

"Want mama..."

"Oh buddy..." Trunks sighed. "There is no mamma," he said quietly. "Just Papa and Uncle."

"Mama."

"No... no Mama," he said softly, pushing a hand through his son's hair as he held him.

"MAMA!" Gotenks threw his toy across the room and turned to look at Trunks, a tiny flicker in his eye.

"Gotenks, calm down," Trunks spoke softly.

"Ooooh, Gotenks bad!" Truten piped up from where she was looking at the picture book.

Teena looked up from where she was sitting. "Mama?" she asked.

Trunks closed his eyes tightly, working hard to keep from getting upset. Goten had already gone off in a huff, it was his responsibility to see the kids safely to bed tonight. But damn, it hurt so much! "No," he said quietly. "Bedtime." He stood, picking Gotenks up as he did so.

Gotenks just pouted, sniffling.

"I know how you feel, buddy," Trunks said with a sigh, changing him before putting him in the crib and going to get his twin for the same.

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January 14, 780 - Monday

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Trunks came in the door, getting out of work only slightly late. He shut it wordlessly, putting his briefcase down so he could kick off his shoes and take off his jacket.

Goten was sitting on the kitchen floor, a tablecloth spread out and tiny fingerfoods on plates. The three kids were sitting around Goten, who was smiling as they fed him.

Trunks left his briefcase by the door, locked as usual, and stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. "'m Home."

"Come join the picnic," Goten called up.

He shook his head, "No thanks. How were the kids today?

"Great. Truten made a pie for you...." He pointed at the pile of mud in a pieshell.

"Looks wonderful," he smiled slightly at his daughter, beaming up at him. "I'll have to eat it later. I'm going to go lie down for a bit," he said softly, turning from the door.

"Sure you're not hungry?"

"Not hungry," he waved his hand behind him as he made his way back to their room, plopping on the bed and staring at the ceiling listlessly.

Goten stood up and kissed the heads of the children, then stepped over the gate. He didn't worry about the cabinets, they had saiyan chibi proof locks, courtesy of Bulma. He opened the door to the bedroom. "You ok?"

"Fine," he didn't look at him.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Did you have a good day with the kids, Goten?"

"Yeah, but it would have been better if you had been with us." Goten sat on the bed next to him. "Ever since I went back to work, we aren't all together anymore..."

"It's to be expected. I'm glad you did, though. The kids took last night pretty hard, Gotenks especially," Trunks's gaze didn't waver from the ceiling.

"I'm sorry..."

"Hn," Trunks nodded slightly, and sighed.

"Trunks.... I've been thinking... about what you told me last night..." Goten sighed. "I think... I think the kids need a mother."

"I know they do," Trunks's eyes slid to Goten. "Gotenks kept asking for one, Teena too." He pushed himself up. "You should try to start dating, Goten - I won't have any luck with the papers running as rampant as they are, but you're another story."

"Are you sure you don't want to try again with the Dragonballs?" Goten looked up at Trunks hopefully.

Trunks narrowed his eyes and looked away. "They fucked up our lives enough, Goten - I'm not about to risk something worse happening."

Goten lowered his head. "Then I guess I'll try to find someone else...." he stood up and started for the kitchen.

"Good luck," Trunks said with a sigh. Then he got up and put on a pair of sneakers at the foot of his bed. "I gotta get some air... I'll be back later tonight."

"Sure. I'll clean up." He stepped over the gate and sat back on the ground with the kids still playing picnic.

Trunks made his way to the door, grabbing up his keys and jacket. He went to the kitchen, giving each child a kiss on the head goodnight, then quietly left without another word, closing the door behind him.

Goten sat with his kids and sighed. "Come on guys, time to clean up..."

Truten pouted, "Don't wanna!"

"NOW Truten," Goten snapped, picking up the main platter and taking it to the sink.

Truten pouted, "But we having picnic, Papa!"

"I know... but it's bedtime. Help you brother and sister, ok?" Goten said, his voice softening a bit.

Truten sniffled, and looked back at the door where Trunks left. "Uncle is very sad," she told him before reaching forward and eating one of the little sandwiches before putting a plate on top another.

"He's not the only one..." Goten muttered, turning on the sink to wash the dishes.

Truten got up and walked over, carefully holding the plate as she brought it to Goten. "Papa very sad too...."

Goten took the plates and kissed Truten on the top of her head. "We'll be ok, Truten... I promise."

"Don't want everybody be sad."

Gotenks and Teena walked over slowly, scared looks on their faces. Goten sighed and bent down, pulling all three into his arms. "I'm sorry, kiddos... I really am. I promise things will get better soon, ok?"

Truten sniffled and hugged him back.

Teena did as well, kissing Goten's cheek. Gotenks just snuggled a bit. "Mama...." he said softly.

"Papa? Can we have a mama too? Like at the park?" Truten chimed in with her brother.

"I... I hope so, cutie... one day..." Goten said. He picked them all up with one large hug and started to walk them back to their room.

"Then you and uncle be happy?" she asked.

"I hope so..."

"Good!" She smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. "Bedtime!"

"Yup... bedtime." Goten smiled as he went into the room and laid them down in their beds.

"Rindercella!"

"Huh?"

"Want RINDERCELLA!!!!" Truten climbed out of her bed and went to the bookshelf.

Goten watched, then his eyes opened wide. "OH! Cinderella!"

"Yeah! Rindercella!" She picked up the book and brought it over to him.

"Sure.... but just for a bit, then to bed." He sat down in the rocking chair and started to read.

"You're reading it wrong!" Truten piped up halfway through the page, with a pout.

"What do you mean I'm reading it wrong..." Goten asked.

"You're telling it wrong! Uncle tells it different."

"Well, I'm not your Uncle, Truten. If you want me to read it, then you'll have to listen to the way I read it, ok?" Goten stated patiently.

"But you're telling it WRONG!" Truten stomped her foot.

"Truten, I do NOT have time for this. Do you want to hear the story or not?" Goten stated firmly.

Truten's lip quivered. "But... you're telling it wrong...." she whimpered. "Tell it right!"

Goten closed the book and put it on the chair. "go to bed, Truten. We'll have Uncle read it to you twice tomorrow night, ok?"

Truten crossed her arms and pouted. "NO!"

"Yes." Goten turned the light off, making sure the nightlight was on. "Goodnight."

"WANT RINDERCELLA!!!!" Truten shrieked, then started crying.

Goten sighed, then just closed the door. He leaned against the wall, still able to hear her cries, his eyes shut trying to hold back his tears.

She stopped crying just a moment after the door closed, and sniffled, then lay down in her bed and went to sleep, hugging on her bear.

"Damnit Trunks... you're making me turn into the bad guy," Goten muttered to himself before heading to his own bed and curling up, falling asleep.

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A few hours later, Trunks came home, closing the door careful not to wake anyone. He locked it, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket, before flicking on the light in the kitchen and rummaging around for a glass, the jug of sake he'd bought sitting on the table. "Damn bars, noisy..." he muttered quietly to himself before sitting down, and pouring for himself to drink.

After a while, he sighed, the jug of sake finished all too soon, and pushed himself from the table. He put it in the sink to be washed, and stumbled back to his room, tripping over the laundry before sitting down to take off his shirt.

Gotens eyes fluttered open and he sniffed the air. "Hmp, drinking again, huh?"

"Yeah," he finally got enough buttons undone to pull off his shirt.

"You're going to turn into a drunk," Goten commented, shifting to lay on his back.

"Nah, I spend more time sober than I do drunk... I only drink if I know I'll never sleep otherwise," His words were carefully spoken as he stood, and pulled off his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

"Drink yourself to sleep... that's so not healthy."

"But it works," Trunks mumbled, climbing into the bed. "That way I don't gotta dream."

Goten rolled his eyes. "You owe your daughter two stories tomorrow..." he stated. "I wasn't reading it right," he muttered the rest.

"Musta been Cinderella..." Trunks yawned.

"Yeah."

"Hn...." Trunks closed his eyes and dropped into dreamless sleep.

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January 17, 780 - Thursday

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"And the prince from the mountain married the exiled princess - and they lived happily ever after."

"What about the evil stepsisters, Paris and Hisa!?" Truten asked, though she knew the story by heart.

"They went far far away, and never hurt Cinderalla, or the Prince from the Mountain, ever again. The end."

"I really like this story, Uncle," she hugged him.

Teena squealed from her bed, while Gotenks was already asleep. "AGAIN!"

Trunks chuckled, "I've already read it three times," he smiled softly... sadly. "It's bedtime now."

Teena whined and held her arms out. "No bed!"

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Yes bed, I'll read it again tomorrow," He promised, tucking Truten in as she yawned and cuddled to her bear for sleeping, picking Teena and Gotenks up, depositing his sleeping son into his crib before going to put her in hers.

Teena yawned and curled into a ball, sucking her tail and hugging her bear.

He brushed a hand through her hair, then turned toward the door, turning on the nightlight, and turning off the light, "Goodnight kids," he whispered with a fond smile, then shutting the door quietly and making his way toward the livingroom.

Goten was sitting at the kitchen table, papers spread all around him as he worked on a project. A large cup of coffee was next to him.

Trunks made a detour to get his own cup. "How's it going?" he asked.

"Horrible. I don't know what these people were thinking. I haven't been in the field for HALF as long as they have, and I still know more than most of them," he grumbled, a red pen correcting errors as he went along.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"You wouldn't understand it anyhow," Goten stated, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Probably not," Trunks admitted with a sigh. "Want something to eat?"

"I'm fine," Goten pinched his nose, then focused back on his work.

Trunks sipped from his mug then leaned over slightly, watching Goten work.

Goten lifted his eyes. "What?"

"Just watching, I was curious," he took another sip of his coffee.

Goten sighed and went back to work.

Trunks continued watching, using it as a learning experience... should he ever be able to help Goten out. He glanced over the papers as Goten worked, watched what he used for correcting. "Hm..." he didn't realise he'd made the sound.

Goten put the pen down and looked up at Trunks. "What!"

Trunks leaned back, putting up a hand as sign of no offense intended. "Nothing, I was just trying to figure out what you were doing... y'know, learn and stuff."

Goten sighed and stood up, walking to the counter to get another cup of coffee. "Don't strain your brain, Trunks... I doubt you'd understand it."

"Hey, give me a little credit here, I DO help run the company that made most of the stuff in that lab, y'know."

"Oh, like I need to be reminded of THAT!" Goten scoffed. "Do you know how many people have asked me about you, huh? How many girls want your freaken number?"

"I don't want anything to do with them," Trunks replied, sipping his coffee. "I told you, I'm a confirmed bachelor."

"Yeah, well, it's still fucken annoying everytime I walk to the bathroom getting mauled by someone who wants to know what the great Trunks Briefs is like," Goten sat back down and picked up his pen, going back to work. "You should just write a book or something so they'd stop bugging the shit out of me."

"Sorry..." Trunks blinked. "It's not like I WANT all the attention, you know that."

"Yeah, well you always seem to get it," Goten muttered.

"Well, maybe I should go die so they get all their gossiping done with and leave you alone," Trunks bit back, frustrated with Goten's attitude that night... as it had been for the last several.

"Whatever," Goten muttered, trying to focus.

Trunks sighed, washing out his cup. "Goodnight, Chibi," he said, heading to the door of the kitchen. "I'm going to bed."

Goten didn't even acknowledge his words.

Trunks watched him a moment, then went and checked on the children before getting ready for bed. He climbed into his own bed, and turned toward the wall, curling up under the covers with his pillow. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty room, closing his eyes and hoping no dreams would come that night.

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January 23, 780 - Wednesday

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Goten was laying on his stomach in bed, a book open in front of him, his door shut. It had been a long day... nothing could go right, from the moment he got to work, to trying to put the kids to bed. Truten wanted him to read that damn story again... but he HAD to read it the way Trunks read it, or it was wrong. And of course Trunks was nowhere to be seen....

Trunks had been stuck late, talking with a company in Europe. Finally, he was able to get them to agree on the designs needed and wrap things up. Finally, he was able to get out of his office and fly home. At nine thirty at night. He was exhausted.

He got home, quietly going inside, hoping not to disturb the kids, whom he felt were sleeping, and Goten, whom he could tell, ki-wise, was not in a good mood. "Ugh," he muttered to himself, taking off his shoes and putting up his jacket, before grabbing a large glass of milk and a magazine and heading to the bedroom.

"So, you're finally home," Goten muttered, not looking up from his book.

"Yeah," Trunks sighed, changing into his pyjama bottoms and t-shirt, his glass sitting on his dresser with the magazine. "Finally."

"You seem to spend more and more time there... I don't see why you just don't move into the office.

"Because this is my home... and I had to work out a deal with the branch in England - the time-zone difference makes it difficult to keep decent hours on that," Trunks explained with a sigh.

"And you couldn't do the call at home." It was a statement, not a question.

"No, because I needed access to both the computer network, and the files in my office."

Goten just huffed and turned the page of his book.

"Trust me, I wanted to get home at a decent hour tonight too," Trunks said, bringing his milk over to his bedstand and sitting down with his magazine.

"You say that, but I've yet to see you follow through on that." Goten shut his book and got up, walking to the kitchen.

"Wha-" Trunks blinked and, against his better judgement, got up to follow Goten. "What do you mean by that?"

Goten reached into the fridge for a soda and popped open the can. "I mean, you come home, say you're sorry and wish you could, but I never see you DO that... the only time the kids see you lately is on your days OFF!"

"I run a company, Goten, not an hot-dog stand!" Trunks stood in the doorway, crossing his arms, keeping his voice down carefully. Last thing he wanted to do was wake the kids. "Besides, I AM home before the kids are in bed MOST days, I just haven't been these past three - it's not the end of the world, Chibi."

"It is when you have a little girl screaming her head off cause she wants a story from her Uncle!" Goten pointed back at the door to Truten's room, not bothering to keep his voice down.

"Will you keep your voice down," Trunks hissed. "I'm sorry, but I'm a little busy paying for the food and the medical bills, the apartment, and your damn brother babysitter!"

"Oh, and I guess my job doesn't help for anything. Sorry, I forget that I'm talking to Trunks Briefs, boy millionare."

Trunks jammed a hand through his hair. "Listen. I work. You work. You're a father, I'm... I don't know what the hell I am, but those kids mean the world to me, Goten. I can't help that this happens to be the busiest time of the year," he spoke quietly, "so stop making me out to be some kind of neglectant asshole."

"Well, what else am I supposed to make you out to be. You have no intention on being a parent to them... " his eyes glowed... he was so hurt that Trunks couldn't... wouldn't be his life partner.

"When you suggested Truten stop calling me Momma or Daddy, and start calling me Uncle - you made that choice for me," Trunks growled angrily.

"Oh, don't put that one on me, Trunks... we both thought it would sound wierd, and you made that decision just as much as I did. I never twisted your arm for anything... " Goten growled back.

"You never had to, because you knew no matter what you asked, I'd do it!" Trunks snapped, turning around and storming back to the bedroom.

"Then maybe you should regrow the set of balls that the Dragon took from you, cause you're so set on never going back, you're going to need them!" Goten shouted at his back.

Trunks stopped short in the hallway. Slowly, he turned. His eyes narrowed furiously as he opened his mouth in retort.... And shut it instantly as he heard crying from the chibi's room. "Great job, Goten," he muttered instead, opening the door and going inside to comfort a scared Truten.

Goten just finished his soda and went to the sink to do the dishes he hadn't bother to do earlier, having been tired then.

"W... why's pa...papa ye..yelling?" Truten sobbed as Trunks pulled her into his arms, rocking her quiet.

"Shhhh, he just had a bad day, that's all," He said softly, kissing the top of her hair and rocking her a little.

"No leave..." she whimpered holding a little more tightly to him as he tried to lay her down.

"Honey, Uncle's gotta get some sleep so he can go to work tomorrow."

"But... but I wanna..." her lip quivered and she started crying again.

Goten leaned over the sink, closing his eyes as he gripped the plate he was washing. Why was he the bad guy now? Why couldn't he do anything right?! Trunks was the perfect one, the one everyone loved. Yet he couldn't love anyone.

"No... shhh," Trunks rubbed her back. "You're a big girl now, remember?"

She sniffled and nodded.

"That's why you have a big-girl bed. Now, why don't you lie back down and go to sleep, okay?"

"But I don't wanna! Papa can't read Rindercella right!"

Trunks cringed, knowing full well why. "That's because it's Uncle's special story. Why don't you get him to read Pinnochio to you in stead, okay? He's really good at telling that story."

"Okay," Truten pouted.

"Now, it's time for sleep...."

Well, if not being able to love was what made Trunks loved by the children and respected by everyone, never to be taken advantage of... maybe that's what he needed to do to, Goten pondered.

"B...but!"

"Sleep," Trunks told her firmly, tucking her in, and kissing her forehead. "Goodnight, Truten."

She sniffled then pouted a 'hn' before hugging her bear and obediently closing her eyes. Trunks stood, and quietly exited the room, closing the door gently.

Goten finished washing the dishes and started to dry them, his back turned to the doorway, lost in thought.

Trunks went and got his milk, draining the glass. He headed to the kitchen intent on cleaning it and the dishes, but saw Goten there. He sighed, coming closer, hesitantly. Why was Goten so angry? "Listen, I'll do better, okay?" he tried to apologise for being harsh-worded earlier.

"Whatever," Goten said coldly.

Trunks sighed, setting down the glass. "Goodnight." Quietly he left Goten to his thoughts, and climbed into his own bed, turning off his bedstand light and turning toward the wall as he huddled beneath the covers. He had a feeling he wouldn't be getting any rest tonight, after all.

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