Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Getting in touch with his feminine side ❯ Chapter 1

Getting in Touch with His Feminine Side

By: Shanchan and EC-chan

Disclaimer: DBZ and Ranma aren't ous. If they were, we'd be rich.

Warnings: OOC, AU, two crazy females on the phone at night can come up with REALLY scary things. So be warned.

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The first thing that crossed my mind when I found myself standing there on Kami's Lookout stark naked, surrounded by various family members and friends was- 'Holy shit- what just happened?' And then it all flooded back to me like the pain I felt as my father's knee collide with my crotch.

My little misadventure began three days ago when I was sparring with father. We were flying around, and as usual, we had no idea where we were. Unfortunately for me, I decided to taunt my father. Well, as we all know, my father's temper is out of this world, literally and metaphorically. Anyway he caught me off guard and I found myself pummeling into the ground. Well, I saw a few clouds fly by and instead of the hard cold ground I was expecting, I felt myself plunging into icy depths of a pond. There was a slight tingly sensation throughout my body, but since it obviously wasn't life threatening or anything I paid it no heed and flew back into the air to find Dad.

God, the look on Dad's face was priceless. He just hung there, in midair, gaping at me- I even got in a good punch before it hit me exactly what had happened. "Whoa! Who are you and what did you do to my son?!" He roared in that hoarse, angry tone of his.

I looked down; trying to figure out exactly what had brought such a look on his face. I didn't really know what I expected, but it was anything but what I found. Two big bulges were now evident under my gi. I blinked: somehow I had acquired my mother's blue hair and looked like a better-built, punk-like tomboy version of my sister, Bura.

"Bura?" Vegeta questioned, looking from me to the pound. "How did you get here.....have you been training?"

I blinked. Did I seriously look that much like my sister? I pinched my arms contemplatively, where did my muscles go? I wiggled my toes. Just peachy, my feet have shrunk. "No," I said, still examining my new attributes, "I'm Trunks." Wait… were my pants falling off too? My voice seemed shriller too! KAMI-SAMA ! HELP ME!!!!

"Boy?!" Vegeta asked incredulously. I nodded and watched in a state of shock as my father collapsed backwards and fell towards the earth. I couldn't believe he had just FAINTED. My father does NOT faint. Then again, I'm usually not a girl either.... So of course I barely- just barely- (he was like a millimeter away from touching) caught him before he plunged to the same fate.

I would hate to see what Mom would've done if Dad also turned into a girl. Her reaction was bad enough when I showed up in her lab with Dad in tow. Countless times she had seen the exact opposite play out- my father being the one carrying me in over his shoulder, but _never_ have I had the pleasure to lug my father's body home. Nor have I ever gone home as a girl either, mind you, but she was too concerned over her mate to really notice at the time.

But later, when she got a good look at me, her eyes widened, and she asked the same thing as my father had moments before, "Bura?" Only she was more uncertain then my father had been. I guess she knows Bura better than Dad does. Then again, I also think she's a bit more observant. I just stood there, not wanting to go through this again. And that was when my sister bounced into the room.

"Mom! When's dinner?" She asked, not realizing there was something incredibly wrong with the scene before her. It was so typical of my sister. From what Gohan told me, my mom was like that too. Anyway, when, my 'lil sis saw me, she just blinked and asked in a slightly perplexed voice, "Mom, when did I get an older sister?" It was as if finding me as female the most natural thing in the world and she was merely startled that no one told her.

Mom stared at her, not really knowing what to say. Obviously she had no idea what was going on. So, without waiting for them to ask me, I wearily muttered, "I'm Trunks."

"No- Trunks is a boy," Bura shook her head. I really hope that I wasn't blessed with any of my mother's idiotic genes.

Mom just blinked, squinted her eyes and nodded. "Hm… seems like you fell into the cursed Spring of the Drowned Girl. A bit of warm water should take care of it. Of course, you're cursed with this female body, but at least you can change back with warm water. But from now on, stay away from cold water, please?" Sometimes I think Mom knows everything. However, after glass of warm water was poured over my head. Nothing happened. I was still a girl. Ok, maybe she does not know everything.

Well, that's when Bura burst into laughter, "See Mommy? That's not Trunks." I swear, there is something seriously wrong with that girl's head.

"And how did you come to this conclusion?" I grumbled, grabbing for a nearby towel, and attempting to dry myself off.

"It's so obvious- Trunks would never make such a pretty girl," Bura nodded, looking me up and down. "Nope- you have to be some random person from the future or something- like my daughter or something! Yeah!"

"Like you would name your daughter Trunks," I frowned as I eyed her crossly. I did look like her- I had her hair… her eyes… everything. No wonder both my parents mistook me for her. This was definitely not good. "So, Mom, what should I do?" I turned my attention to Mom, desperately hoping she could come up with something new.

She stared at me oddly in return, "How exactly did you say this happened?"

I frowned at her, "But you were right- I did fall into a pond…. I mean I don't know if it was this 'Spring of a drowned girl'-thing, but I _did_ fall into a pond!"

"Ok… then it makes no sense! If humans fall into the spring, they can be temporarily cured with warm water… how come this doesn't work on you?" Mom wondered out loud.

I blinked. And that of course was when Dad chose to wake up, "YOU STUPID WOMAN! I AM NOT INJURED. WHY THE HELL AM I ON THE BED?!"

Well, that's my dad for you: forever loud, obnoxious and violent. I'm not sure what mom saw in him anyway. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Mom, "So, why does it not work on me if it works on humans?"

"Are you humans that stupid?" My father yelled. God, why can't he shut up for once? "You're half-saiyan! Saiyans are NOT HUMANS!!!"

Everyone simply stared at him. Had Vegeta, for once, actually found a logical conclusion? And how exactly had he known what we were talking about- hadn't he been unconscious? In the end he grunted in annoyance.

"What are you all still standing there for?! Or do I have to think of everything around here?" He huffed. "Go get those blasted dragon balls you Earthlings are in love with so much and wish the brat back!"

That's how we ended up on Kami's look out anyway; I frowned, my mind returning to my most recent embarrassing position. Now, if only I could remember why I found myself naked… Oh, right. That would be the Dragon's fault….

"Your wish cannot be granted," The dragon rumbled, after Vegeta had humbly- or not so humbly- asked it to change me back into my proper state. It had taken two days of hell flying around trying to get all seven dragon balls from some very inconvenient locations and after all of that hard work we find out that what we wanted could not be done? If you were in our position you wouldn't be too happy either.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dad frowned. "You're telling me that you can bring back an entire world, grant immortality, and even bring people back from the dead, but you cannot change my brat back into a man?!"

The Dragon glared at Dad. That amused me. I've never seen Dad tremble before. Then again, I've never seen the Dragon get pissed off either….or dad faint.

"I can, however," The dragon's eyes were flashing now. "Tell you how your son can become male once again."

"How?" Mom asked humbly before Dad could say anything out of line again.

"It's simple. All you have to do is douse him with water from the spring of the drowned man. Due to the fact he has human blood, this cure would work. However, if it was your husband who was cursed, he would be forced to stay female for the rest of eternity."

"Now, where exactly is the Spring of the Drowned Man?" Mom asked, thinking ahead for once, ignoring my father's suddenly extremely pale face.

"Well, that would be a problem. You see, it has been destroyed," The dragon told us. I can almost swear he looked chagrined.

"So could you possibly send me back to the time before it was destroyed?" I asked him, desperately searching for an answer.

"Of course," The dragon said, sounding a bit miffed that I had doubted his abilities.

"Then what are you waiting for you baka?!" Dad said angrily and everyone stared at him in alarmed shock.

"Because you must wish it first!" He growled, once again extremely annoyed. When there's a fight between my dad and the dragon, a nuclear war could go on and no one would notice.

Anyway, dad made the wish and I found myself in a school, dressed in a frilly pink uniform. God, that was scary and I think the heavens either have a really messed up sense of humor or a really messed up sense of pity because something fell on my head and the next thing I knew, I was in the nurse's office with a giant lump on my head and a pretty bad concussion. Mind you, I didn't know I had a concussion then. I merely knew my head hurt like hell and when I tried to sit up, everything seemed to spin in pretty little circles. Yep, I was hit on the head HARD. But how could something so simplistic knock me out? If you only knew.

"Do you know what happened to her?" Someone with a stern voice that sounded like someone was running his or her fingernails down a chalkboard. I winced, but it only made my head reel faster.

"Well, I kinda landed on her when I was bouncing around. You see, she just somehow appeared, out of nowhere," Someone said cheerfully. Fell on me? Appeared out of nowhere? Who the hell would randomly jump on a person and then come up with some pathetically lame excuse like that? I wanted to hit him.

"Hey, you! Who are you anyway?" The same annoying voiced asked. That's when I realized I had no idea. Let me tell you, having amnesia is NOT PLEASANT. Come on! You just got your freaking MEMORY ERASED!!!

I blinked at her, she sighed, and I begged silently for her not to use that same gritty voice, but low and behold, "Goku- why don't you try to find an id?"

"Go through her bag?" The other extremely annoying voice asked. "But….is that proper?"

"We're helping her- don't worry Goku."

Although my headache was growing after each word from came out of that screechy woman's mouth, I think I might actually have been getting better. I could almost make out the outline of a boy happily rifling through a bag that I supposed was mine.

"Oh! I found something!" He said gleefully. "Briefs Bura. That's a weird name."

"Not really, she's got the same last name as Bulma. And speaking of Bulma, she looks a lot like Bulma too. This is really bizarre. Think they're related?," the other annoying voice said. I rolled my eyes, and couldn't help but moan. God, what the hell did that kid do to my head!

"Are you alright….Bura?" The woman said rushing to my side. I coughed. Not only does she have a painfully loud screechy voice, but bad breath too? What kind of hell have I come back too? And thinking back, why did I have Bura's ID on me? Some question, I suppose, will never be answered. Anyway, I tried to move- I'm not sure if I was going to try to make a run for it, or I hadn't thought that far in advance- but I ended up blacking out due to the pain in my head.

The next thing I knew I was in a hospital bedroom, a slumped figure in a chair beside me greeting me. I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar, but then my headache returned full force, and all I could do was lie back and wait.

"Hi! You've been out like a light for the past day. Are you OK? I'm sorry I landed on you. That bump on your head sure is bad. Does it hurt?" All I could do was close my eyes and pretend he wasn't there. WHY DID HE HAVE TO BUG ME? After about twenty million questions, the boy finally got around to introducing himself, "By the way, my name is Goku." God, that name sounded familiar. Now, where in the world could I have heard it? It's not like people go around naming their children Gokou or anything like that…

He grinned, waiting for my answer, and I couldn't help it considering the position I was in- I glared back. I blame it on my father. "You were the one who dug through my bag- you know."

He blinked at me, frowning as well, "I didn't want to. Blame Chi-chi. She told me to! And I pretty much always listen to her!"

"Why do you always listen to her?" I gritted my teeth, thinking that I might as well get a few answers to the prior scene as long as he was going to insist on talking to me. I wonder why people with amnesia still know how to think… I'll have to ask Mom that once I get the chance.

He shrugged and said cheerfully, "Dunno!"

I practically drooped. Is this person a complete dumbass? I knew only one thing- I seriously needed to get away from these people. I smiled sweetly at the boy, "Could you please go tell a doctor I'm awake Gokou-kun?"

"Sure!" He said happily bonding out of the room. Thank Kami I'm rid of him, I sunk back down in the bed. Sometimes I think perhaps Kami has it in for me….

"Gokou-kun? Where are you going?" The same voice that I had thought I had finally managed to get rid of asked. I groaned, wanting to bury myself under the covers and just wish the world away. But something wouldn't let me- then I blamed stupidity, now I suppose that Dad had finally somewhat rubbed off on me.

"Oh- just to get a doctor," He said cheerfully. "Bura's awake."

*Well,* I thought cheerfully to myself, *at least he has a mind of his own.*

"She is?"

I winced- why did she insist on saying unnecessary things?! Crap, I frowned, she was heading towards the room. Why couldn't she do at least one thing right and go with Gokou?

"Bura?" She asked, poking her head into the door. I stared at her. She smiled, and flitted into the seat Gokou had just vacated, propping her elbows on the bed. "So- are you feeling any better?"

I closed my eyes and prayed that she thought I was asleep. Kami-sama, please let her go away!

But she giggled, "Don't act so silly Bura-Chan! I know you're awake." I kept on ignoring her, hoping that she would take a hint, but I guess not since she spoke again, "So….do you go to this school? You don't have the same uniform as us."

I rolled my eyes. Who would ask something like that to someone who had just lost their _memories_ for crying out loud? "I don't know," My voice was hard and blank.

"Why don't you? You SHOULD know, you know. Everyone should know which school he or she goes to. Silly goose," the girl replied.

"Right now I can't really remember much of anything," I said tartly. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an "oh". I rolled my eyes and turned over. "I'm sorry, but I'm not really in the mood to talk at the moment."

"Oh," she said, and I could almost feel her frown penetrating into the back of my skull. "Of _course_ I understand! I'll just go see if Gokou has found a doctor yet- knowing him he probably got lost by now. Or sidetracked by food."

I sighed in relief as I heard her shoes click out of the room. "Finally," I breathed. Well, two minutes later I fell asleep and the next thing I know, I hear a non-annoying masculine voice telling me to wake up. It was horrid. Well, I cracked open my eyes and realized it was the doctor. He told me he was checking to make sure my eyes were focusing properly. Frankly, at that moment I didn't give a shit. I just wanted so sleep. Well, he left me alone after that and I guess I did go to that school because I was put into the school's hospital ward. I guess the Dragon has special powers I never knew. I just wish I were warned before hand.

"Bura," It was a warm comforting voice that woke me this time, gently prodding me awake. I blinked my eyes open to see a nice short homely woman, with brunette hair tied back in a makeshift bun. "I'm sorry honey, but you cannot miss another day of school. Time to get up."

I groaned and at the woman's insistence reluctantly kicked off my blankets and dressed in the uniform provided to me, hoping against hope that the infamous duo wouldn't make an appearance in my life today. But of course I was in the same class as them. Just peachy. I think the dragon has a really messed up sense of humor.

I walked into the classroom and the first thing I hear is the girl's voice crying, "Hey! You're in _our_ class?!" That's pretty much when I knew my life had deteriorated into a living hell. Not only was I completely unaware of my identity, but I also had to associate with Annoying Voice One and Two.

"I didn't know you were in our class," The girl frowned at me.

"Uh? You know her Chi Chi?" A short bald boy with an incredibly bad taste of clothing, in my opinion at least, turned to the bothersome girl. He was wearing orange, for crying out loud. It made him look like a skinny tangerine.

"Yeah- we met yesterday," Chi Chi said easily. "Gokou landed on her and so we had to take her to the hospital."

Everyone in their "group" made a sympathetic noise after hearing this comment. I blinked. Apparently Annoying Voice Two has a tendency to land on people. Just peachy. What next? Later I supposed I probably shouldn't have asked that.

"So are you new here?" One girl with long aqua hair asked, smiling kindly at me.

"She doesn't know," the annoying girl said before I could even open my mouth. For once I was grateful to her. "She has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" The other girl raised a well-manicured eyebrow, turning to me. "Gokou-kun fell on you that hard?"

I shrugged, "If I have amnesia, how am I supposed to know if he fell on me `THAT' hard or not?" I swear, some people have no brains.

"I fell on her pretty hard," the one named Gokou rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"What on Earth where u doing? You're so clumsy Gokou-kun!" Bulma shook her head at him. I watched as the annoying girl fumed on the other side of the boy, clenching her pencil with so much force that it snapped in two. And now I'm forced to witness this demented battle over practically the most annoying guy in the universe?! What is wrong with these people?

"Oh I was just-," And whatever else he said was lost to my ears. I didn't really care how it happened. I just knew that it did and now I'm stuck dealing with it. It's not like I could go back in time or something and change what had happened. If only I had known….

"Does anyone know where my seat is?" I looked imploringly at the bald kid.

"Call me Krillin. And I don't think you went to this school before," the kid answered.

"I didn't? Then where did I go?" I asked, perplexed.

"I don't know. Am I supposed to?" Gokou asked.

"To technically put it Krillin," I froze when I felt two strong hands clamp down on my shoulders. "This is the first time Miss Briefs here has shaved enough time off her busy schedule to actually show up for class."

"Mr. Piccolo!" All four students were on their feet in an instant.

The man nodded curtly, before leading me over to an empty seat that just happened to be in front of his desk. He pushed me down and then sat across from me. "Usually I reserve this seat for your partner in crime- Vegeta Badman, but today you can have the honors."

"I usually cut class?" I asked in disbelief. Whoa. I never thought I was the juvenile delinquent type or anything. At least I didn't _feel_ like that type. And why the heck is this guy green?! The whole situation was so bizarre.

"Yes," He said, with a dangerous half smile, half glare. "Of course you do. You didn't even show up for exams!"

"But this Vegeta guy doesn't?" I frowned at him. Why I thought that this was so odd at that point, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps I hadn't completely lost my memories?

The Professor named Piccolo looked up, smiling at a dark figure who stood in its shadows. "Let's just say Mr. Badman knows what's best for him."

The boy took a step forward into the room, and I stared with growing fascination at his hair. It shot straight up like a porcupine's quills and was jet-black, as if some one had poured tar into it and left it there to dry. Part of me had this strong urge to touch it because I wanted to know if his hair was as hard as it looked, the other part of me wanted to squirm down and become nothing in my seat as his cold eyes seared into me.

He turned to the teacher, a look of annoyed disgust pinching his cheeks, causing his nose to flair up and he sort of resembled an very angry pig. "What the hell is that WOMAN doing in my seat?"

I blinked. What did he have against me?! "Um…" I opened my mouth to stand up for myself. Well, my mind decided to hide into its own little corner and it was SILENT. What a way to piss me off… sheesh. Anyway, after what must've been more than ten minutes of urging, my brain finally decided to function and out of my mouth popped, "The teacher told me to sit here. What's your problem?" God, I was such a dumbass, speed bump, idiot, retard. Pick your adjective. Why in the WORLD did I say that to someone like VEGETA?

Obviously no one ever told my father that he should try and count slowly to ten before allowing his anger to take hold, 'cause the next thing I knew he was lunging at me with an acceleration that would sooner or later break the sound barrier. With an equally crushing force, he clamped his hands on my arms and threw me out of it.

I skidded across the room, my flight stopped by a leg of a desk. My head ringing, I slowly got to my feet, frowning as I saw that now the spiky haired boy was now sitting. The green man was rushing towards me, but I brushed past him, stamping towards what had once been my seat. "You SO did not just do that."