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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 Sixty-Six
August 10, 799
- Friday
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Trunks remained practically locked in
his office each day for the past week, and this day was no different.
He'd asked his Secretary to put all calls to voicemail, he would
contact people should the need to actually speak with them arise.
Work was difficult though, He found himself repeatedly
pushing off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in
attempt to rid himself of the shame and disgust he felt over himself
for what he'd done one week earlier.
Even drinking hadn't
worked. He glanced over at the bin with empty bottles in it and
sighed. "I just want this to be over," he muttered to the
empty office.
There was a knock at the door.
"Ms.
Shimizu, I told you I don't want to see anyone today!" he called
back gruffly.
"She's out to lunch," Gohan stated as
she opened the door, stepping inside. She was dressed in a very
professional dress suit, red and sleek, complete with matching hat
and gloves and purse. "We need to talk."
Trunks's
head shot up and he pushed his glasses back on, sitting back as
though he'd been stung. "Uhm.. Sure, have a seat..."
Gohan nodded, closing the door and locking it so no one could
disturb them. She then looked around the office as she took off her
hat and put it with her purse on the table near the door. "Nice
office," she remarked, coming to sit across the desk from him.
"It serves its purpose," he responded, not meeting
her gaze.
Gohan sighed. "Trunks... I'm sorry..."
she said softly.
He looked at her, blinking. "No,
Gohan... I.. I should be the one apologising," he waved a hand.
"I should never have taken advantage of you like that - it's
inexcusable for me to have done so." He paused to take a breath
before he could go on.
"Trunks..." Gohan tried to
inturrupt.
"I couldn't control my libido around
you, and I forced you to commit adultery, and I'm so sorry - I never
wanted to hurt you," He looked at the table, trying to figure
out if he'd said everything yet.
"But Trunks.... you
didn't hurt me..." Gohan pointed out. "I guess... well... I
wanted it as much as you needed it."
He played with the
mechanical pencil on his desk. "I caused yo be be unfaithful to
Videl. She's right, I've got plenty of experience, I didn't need to
add you to my list of conquest," he said quietly...
bitterly. "I should never have taken advantage of you, Gohan -
you were just trying to help me get over a break-up. I had no right
to do that."
"She was plotting it anyway, Trunks...
and she's not upset.... what she said back there... well, you know
she can be a bitch sometimes," Gohan sighed. "I don't know
why...."
"She's right, Gohan."
"About
what?"
"Me," Trunks sighed, watching his
pencil flit around between his fingers.
Gohan sighed.
"Trunks... she didn't mean it like that..."
"Then
how did she mean it?" He asked softly, looking up at her.
"Everyone knows I'm some kind of male whore - probably been with
more women than any paid ones. I know what people think of me and my
dating record, I've seen the articles, celebrity shorts. I know what
people think of me, and they're not off the mark. I'm a womanising
asshole, plain and simple."
Gohan sighed. "No
you're not, Trunks... you're a man trying to find comfort for
something... that's all."
"Why are you making
excuses for me?" He asked curiously.
"I'm not
making excuses.... I know you too well, that's all."
"You
know more about me than I do, then," he muttered.
"Trunks...
I watched you grow up... you're as much as my little brother as
Goten..." Gohan stated. "You've been striving for people to
care about you all your life... but you'll never admit it, passing it
off as a physical need... instead of the emotional one that it really
is."
"Hn, I've never heard anything so far off the
mark," Trunks scoffed. "Go give your pity to someone else,
I'm not worth it."
Gohan leaned over and ran a hand
along Trunks' face gently. "Am I now?"
He started
to flinch away, but when her fingers touched his cheek, he turned his
face into her hand before he could stop himself. A moment later, he
pulled away. "What kind of game are you playing at, here?"
he frowned.
"I'm not playing anything, Trunks,"
Gohan said softly. "I did a lot of thinking this week, Trunks...
and I think that what's happened... to all of us... I think there was
a real purpose to why Dende let it happen...."
"He's
a namek with a sick sense of humour?"
"I think he
needed us all to see our female side... to learn something about what
we really need through it." Gohan stated.
"Oh? And
what've you learned, oh guru of the fates?" Trunks asked
sarcastically.
"I've learned that sometimes, what my
mind thinks, and what my heart thinks, are two different ies.ies...
and not to talk with one until I listen to the other." Gohan
stated.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunks
blinked.
"Remember how you guys used to get mad at me
cause I talked before I thought about what I was saying?"
"Oh,
well you do that all the time - we figured you were just being a
dork," Trunks shrugged.
"Notice how I haven't done
that in awhile?" Gohan tilted his head.
"Oh. Hm,
well the theory works for you, then." Trunks decided with a
shrug. Then he half smiled, "I'm glad you don't hate me."
"I can't hate you, Trunks..." Gohan smiled. "And
honestly, I really do thank you... what we did... was something I
don't think I could ever experiance any other way... and I probably
would have kicked myself when this is all done, had I not felt that."
"Even so, it doesn't make what we did, right," Trunks
sighed, dropping his gaze to his desk again.
"Trunks...
it wasn't conventional... that's true... but, well... I wouldn't have
done it if it was anyone else," Gohan stated. "You made me
feel safe... secure...."
"Well if you were going to
do something like that, it's better me than some random bum on the
street," he sighed in agreement
"Will you stop
beating yourself up, please," Gohan stated.
"Someone
has to."
"Leave that to your kids when they're
older," Gohan smiled.
"I was agreeing with
you, you know."
"I know, but you've been so
depressed lately... " Gohan leaned back.
Trunks
shrugged, "Maybe my feminine side taught me to take off my masks
once in a while."
"Maybe..." Gohan smiled.
"You know... back then, you were so happy... it made me wonder
something."
"Back when, what?" He narrowed his
eyes suspiciously.
"When you were female... and the year
after... you were so happy... except when you were complaining about
being the female in the beginning, that is..."
"What
about it," he snapped. He didn't like to think about those
years... the thought hurt.
"You found something then...
something you've seem to have lost again... except for a few moments
every now and then.... and I wish I knew what it was so that I could
help you get happy again."
"I don't need to be
happy, Gohan - it's an unecessary privilidge for good people - and
I'm not good people.
"See, that's it exactly,"
Gohan stated. "You don't think you're good enough. Why is that?"
"Because I'm realistic, Gohan." Trunks rolled his
eyes. "Listen, I'm sure you have better things than to try and
wend your way through my neurosis."
Gohan just sat back,
shaking her head. "I'm just worried about you, Trunks...."
"Why worry about me? I'm not worth the brain cells,
Gohan - you know that."
Gohan stood up and leaned over,
kissing Trunks' forehead. "Yes you are... you just need to
remember why we all love you...."
"Because you're
all sentimental fools, Gohan," he answered cooly, sighing.
"Yeah, but that's why you put up with us," Gohan
smiled softly.
"Somebody has to watch out for you."
Gohan just looked down at Trunks, then mussed his hair.
"You'll be all right, kiddo... just take care, ok?"
He
ran a hand through his hair, wishing he'd put it in a ponytail today.
"Sure, you too."
"I will..." Gohan walked
over to the table and picked up her hat, then turned back to Trunks.
"Ok... I know this is stupid, but I have to ask..."
"What?"
"Do I look fat in this?"
Gohan asked, turning to the side a bit.
Trunks just looked at
her and blinked. "Uh, you're a bombshell, Gohan - you couldn't
look fat if you tried."
Gohan smiled brightly. "Thanks!"
"Go home, Gohan," Trunks smirked, shaking his head
as he pulled another paper to him.
"Take care, Trunks.
Tell Goten and the kids I said hello." With a wave, she unlocked
the door and walked out.
Trunks sighed. I will... when he
decides I'm done pissing him off for forgetting to pick up the kids
last week... he thought to himself
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September
7, 799 - Friday - One month later
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Trunks paced
through the livingroom as he spoke in low tones on his cell. "No,
it's not like that Yukina," he jammed a hand through his hair.
Goten opened the door, Truten in a toddler backback as he
came in, some grocery bags in his hands. "Trunks... I'm home,"
Goten stated.
He waved a hand at Goten as he continued
pacing. "Yukina, honest! What would make you.... It's a TABLOID,
you can't believe everything you read!!"
Goten raised an
eyebrow, then put the bags down. He then took off the backpack,
putting Truten on the ground to run around. He then took the
groceries and walked to the kitchen.
"What do you MEAN,
Goodbye? Yuki- Yukina?" He blinked holding the cell out and
looking at it. She'd dumped him, and she'd hung up on him. "Damn
Paris!" He growled, throwing the phone hard up against the wall,
indenting it to the plaster then pieces falling down as he went
through to the balcony, slamming the wooden balcony door behind him,
breaking the hinge.
Goten swooped around, eyes wide. Truten
started to cry in shock, running to Goten's leg and hugging him.
"Shhh, Truten," Goten said, leaning over and picking the
toodler up. "Just let M... Uncle relax, ok?"
Trunks
perched on the corner edge of the rail around their balcony, glaring
into the sunset. It wasn't fair! What had he done to deserve this?!
Goten quickly wrangled the toddler, putting her in the
highchair, opening a ricecake and breaking it into a few pieces in
front of her. "Papa be right back, ok?" he said, kissing
her forehead, and then walking to the balcony. "You ok?" he
asked, coming out.
"Fine," Trunks muttered, hands
in his poc.
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