Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dude Looks Like A Lady ❯ Chapter Seventy-Nine ( Chapter 79 )

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Innocence is Futile

Dude Looks Like A Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky

Chapter Seventy-Nine
February 29, 800 - Friday

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Trunks slept better and more restfully than he had in the past two weeks, his children all snuggled to him, Truten asleep on his chest and a twin in either arm. He'd been able to eat almost half of the bland meal they'd brought to him the night before, until he began feeling ill, and his mother assured him that next time he'd be able to eat more, until he was back to normal.

Gohan was downstairs in one of the spare bedrooms, fast asleep and snoring away.

Gotenks opened his eyes, and not recognizing where he had fallen asleep, started to whimper a bit.

Trunks woke immediately, snuggling his son and kissing the top of his head. "It's okay, Gotenks, you're with me."

Gotenks looked up at Trunks, then smiled and snuggled into Trunks's arms.

Trunks smiled back at him, content.

"Mama?" he asked, looking at Trunks.

"I bet you're ready for some breakfast, huh?" He asked softly, smiling down at his son.

Gotenks nodded, smiling back

"Me too," He said softly. "But your sisters are still sleeping," He nodded to the bundle on his other side, and on his stomach.

Gotenks wrinkled his nose, then reached up to grab onto Trunks's nose.

Trunks wrinkled his nose in return, "Hey."

Gotenks just grinned and kept reaching, grabbing a nostril.

"Ow ow ow ow," Trunks tried to pull his head away, "Stop that," he smiled, his fingers reaching to tickle the toddler's ribs.

Gotenks laughed, then pulled his hand back, giggling softly.

"That's a good boy," Trunks said softly, kissing his head.

Truten mumbled and opened her eyes, looking at Trunks as though angry her bed had motion to it, and crawled off him, grabbing his pillow and plopping it further down the bed before going back to sleep.

Gotenks looked at his sister. "Sleep."

Trunks smiled, "Yes, she's sleepy."

"Yummm." he stated, rubbing his stomach.

"Okay, we'll let your sisters sleep and see if we can find something for you to eat," He said, nudging Gotenks so his son could slide off the bed, and carefully extricating himself from Teena, another pillow going to keep her from falling off the bed, as he did so.

Gotenks stood on the floor, then held his arms up.

Trunks carefully slid out of the bed, feeling very weak, and unsure if he could even hold his own weight. No, he could do it for his son, couldn't he? He reached down to pick Gotenks up, but his legs gave out and he crashed to the floor, turning his body so his son landed atop him, rather than beneath as he grunted in pain.

Gotenks laughed and kicked his legs a bit. "WHEE!"

Trunks chuckled slightly. "Sure thing, kiddo," he said, pushing his son off so he could stand, then crawling toward the door, using the frame to help him regain his feet.

Gotenks giggled and imitated Trunks, crawling along the floor.

Trunks chuckled, one hand braced against the wall as he slowly made his way down the hall, using his wall-hold to help him stay upright.

Gotenks crawled afterwards, almost right under Trunks's feet... forcing him to be very careful about putting his feet down. "Gotenks..." He grimaced, barely catching himself against the wall.

Gotenks just looked up and smiled.

Trunks couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, "You're something else," he murmered, taking another painful step.

"Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma," Gotenks sang as he crawled along.

Trunks closed his eyes, gathering his courage and sighed. If only... He took another step, and his knees buckled again, sending him headlong down the stairs.

Gotenks watched, then sat at the top of the stairs and started to cry.

Gohan heard it and was instantly awake and at the door. "What the?"

"I tripped..." Trunks said, pulling himself to sit on the floor. "Shh, Gotenks, I'm okay, see?" He put on a smile for his son.

Gohan looked up at the top of the steps, seeing Gotenks there. He walked up and gathered the toddler in his arms and walked him back down. "Are you sure?" he asked, setting the toddler down into Trunks grasp

Trunks hugged his son, "See? I'm okay." He looked up at Gohan and winced, shaking his head ever so slightly.

Gohan held his hand out to help Trunks to his feet. "Alright then."

"I twisted my ankle, Gohan," Trunks mumbled, not reaching for the help up.

"Want a senzu bean?

"Do you even have one?" Trunks shook his head. "I better just heal the old fashioned way."

Gohan reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pouch. "I always carry one... old habits die hard."

"What if someone else needs it?"

"There are four in there," Gohan said, reaching into the pouch and pulling one out, breaking it in half. "You should only need that much.

Trunks frowned, then sighed, taking it and popping it into his mouth. He chewed it, feeling his ankle healing... and a little bit of strength returning to his body, though not much.

"Better?" Gohan asked.

Gotenks walked over and tackled Trunks.

Trunks fell over, chuckling and tickling his son. "Yeah."

"I take it you want breakfast, huh?" Gohan smiled.

"Gotenks woke up hungry so ... yeah, I was going to make him something.

"Want me to help?" Gohan said, then yawned.

"Go back to sleep, I can take care of it... I feel better after that bean, so I shouldn't end up losing my legs again," Trunks said, pulling himself to his feet.

"Alright." Gohan yawned again, and then heard his cell phone start to ring. "Uh oh..."

"You better go get it," Trunks said with a frown, picking up Gotenks and bringing him to the ktichen.

Gohan nodded then went to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN!" Goten's voice came screaming back.

"Goten, calm down..." Gohan said, closing the door behind him.

Trunks winced, having heard that screaming from the phone, but put Gotenks down as he went to get him somethig to eat.

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March 15, 800 - SATURDAY

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Truten was asleep in her small bed in the room she was sharing with her siblings, whimpering as she dreamed.

Goten was fast asleep in his room next door, having gotten home from a single shift around 1am and trying to get some sleep before the kids woke up in the morning.

Truten turned over in her bed, before falling off it and starting to cry.

Goten's eyes opened almost instantly and we went to the bedroom, opening the door and kneeling by her. "Shhh, Truten, Papa's here..." he whispered, pulling her into his arms.

Truten cried, clinging to him. "Want Uncle," she sniffled. "Uncle said he never leave," she cried.

"Uncle's not here now, cutie..." Goten said softly, rocking her a bit. "But once he's ok, you can see him again..."

"Is he sick?" she asked, sniffling. "I... I seen him before I goed to sleep..." she sniffled, clinging to him.

"Then maybe you'll see him tomorrow... but he's not here now..."

"But... but I want him sleep when I'm scared!" Truten sniffled, her lip trembling.

"I'll stay here until you fall asleep..." Goten said softly, kissing her forehead.

"All nite!" She said, clinging to him.

"OK... all night... but I don't know if I'm going to fit in your bed..." Goten hugged her close.

"Uncle fit," she pouted. "No leave," she hugged him back tight.

"Want to come sleep in my bed then?" Goten asked, starting to stand up, hugging her.

Truten shook her head. "Teena an Gotenks!" she said. She just wanted everyone together. "No leave!" she tried to make herself heavy.

Goten sighed. "OK... ok..." He sat down on her bed and tried to find a way to get comfortable. "Truten... I'm really too big...

"No leave," Truten started crying and clinging agin.

"Truten please!" Goten whined, still tired himself. "Can we sleep on the floor then?" he bargained.

Truten sniffled and thought about it a moment, then nodded, "Okay, Papa."

Goten held her as he hit the pillows and blanket to the ground and laid down with her on his chest. "Good?"

Truten curled up on him, then nodded. "Gnite Papa... never leave," she yawned.

"I won't." He kissed her forehead, holding her with both arms as he sighed and went back to sleep on the floor, Truten on his chest.

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MARCH 21, 800 - FRIDAY

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There was a ring at the door of Capsule Corp, 5 pm on the dot, same as it had been for nearly a month now.

Trunks hadn't finished the remodeling of the double apartment yet, so he was still living at home - and, as always, ran to the door, opening it swiftly.

There stood the three children... and Goten.

Trunks's eyes widened as he stepped back to let them in. "Hi..." he felt like a fish out of water.

Truten ran forward and started climbing up him, and Trunks picked her up, letting her give him his usual kiss on the cheek of greeting.

The twins ran in as well, running for where they knew toys would be waiting for them.

Goten stood in the doorway, his eyes down. "Gohan and Dad were busy hunting, so I figured I would bring them over," he said softly.

"Thanks. Please, come in," Trunks said quietly, his eyes watching Goten hungrily, having missed him so desperately.

"No, that's ok... I... I need to get to work." Goten stated.

Trunks looked at him, a little hurt. "You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll be late if I don't leave soon," Goten nodded, staring at his feet, keeping himself from looking at his best friend. It had been nearly two months now, and it still hurt to be this close.

"Okay... I'll see you again?" Trunks asked softly.

Goten just shrugged and turned to go... then felt a tugging on his pantsleg. He looked down to see Gotenks there, looking up at him. "What's wrong kiddo?" Goten asked.

"Stay." He stated.

Trunks sighed, kneeling down, and playing with Gotenks's hair, "Papa has to go to work," he said softly.

"Stay with Mama." Gotenks said, having made a firm decision to call Trunks that, no matter who corrected him.

And surprisingly enough, to Goten anyhow, Trunks didn't correct him. "Let Papa go to work," He picked Truten up.

"Uncle Gohan will pick you up later," Goten stated, his eyebrow raised a bit at the name given. "You stay with Uncle now."

"Mama." Gotenks correted.

"Is Uncle, Gotenks," Truten said.

"It's okay, Truten," Trunks sighed, kissing his son's head then his daughter's.

"Uncle Mama?" Truten asked, looking at Trunks.

Goten just huffed, but his ki dropped a bit, his face still but his eyes hurt as he turned to leave.

"Goten?" Trunks called after him.

"What?" he asked, a bit harshly.

"Thank you for bringing the kids," He said softly. "I really appreciate it."

Goten sighed. "You're welcome." He said softly, then took off for the gate to walk the rest of the way to work.

Trunks watched him until he was out of sight... then closed the door. "Well, let's just see what your sister is up to?"

Teena was up in Bra's room.... and Bra was busy putting makeup on her.

Trunks found them, Truten and Gotenks on either hip, and shook his head. "You know, Bra... sometimes I worry about you," he chuckled.

Teena looked at Trunks, her face looking like a rock star. "I pretty!" she said.

Trunks laughed, "Of course you are, and your Aunt Bra, no matter how mature her highschool says she is, is loony."

Bra just put her hand on her hip. "But you still love me." She smirked. "I sensed Goten at the door."

Trunks's face fell. "Yeah... Gohan and Goku were busy, so he brought the kids today," he let Truten squirm down to the floor to run over and grab the black eye pencil.

"He didn't say anything?" Bra asked.

"Just that he couldn't stay, he had to go to work."

"Oh yeah. Pan told me he got his hospital job back..." Bra nodded. "But, because of the kids, they made him take the overnight shift. Pan says he's pretty beat, watching the kids all day and working all night, but he seems to be doing ok."

Trunks sighed, "He should get more sleep...." He said, worried.

"I'm sure Aunt Chi Chi makes sure of that," Bra took the pencil back from Truten before she poked her eye out.

Truten pouted, "On my lips!" she said, pointing to the black.

Trunks nodded, "I'm sure she does. Maybe... maybe I can reschedule work so that I work in the afternoons and evenings... and take the kids in the morning, so he can get more sleep?" he thought aloud.

"You know - he'll get mad, thinking you're coddling him," Bra pointed out.

"I don't want him getting sick again. I can give the japanese accounts over to Mom and take on the States and European ones in stead."

"Trunks... Goten is a grown man. He CAN take care of himself, you know," Bra scolded.

Trunks scowled, "I know that! But if I have to act like a divorced man just to see my own kids, I may as well make things easier on him!" he snapped.

"Why? He's not making it any easier on you, Trunks," Bra asked. "He's basicly written you out of his life. Why should you care so much about his?"

"I don't know," Trunks sighed, playing a little with Gotenks's hair as he held his son. "I just do."

Gotenks snuggled against Trunks's shoulder. "Papa love Mama. Mama love Papa." he stated.

Trunks sighed, closing his eyes a moment as he kissed Gotenks's head.

Truten climbed onto the bed, getting into Bra's makeup.

Bra turned around. "Oh no, you little devil," she laughed picking up the eldest and swinging her around in the air.

Truten now had black all over her cheeks, and giggled as Bra swung her around.

And Trunks wondered... maybe his son was right?

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