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Dude Looks Like A Lady	By : RavenPan Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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-Eight
September 14, 799 - Friday
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Dressed smartly in a Tux, Trunks made his way through the dorm to Marron's suite door, a corsage in hand as he knocked.

"In a minute! Come in!" Marron's voice shouted.

Trunks chuckled, pressing the door open, turning to close it behind him, "You shouldn't always keep your door unlocked, Marron!" he called.

"I saw you outside and opened it," Marron called from the bedroom.

"Ah well then I'll stop my lecture," He chuckled, as he waited in the entryway for her.

Soon Marron entered the hallway, putting an earring in. She was in a simple sleek black dress, shoulderless and low cut in front, a single pendent hanging around her neck.

And, to Trunks, she looked absolutely ravishable. He found himself at a loss for words.

"You can stop drooling now, Trunks," Marron smiled, turning to the side. "Can you zip me up?"

"Sorry," he shook his head and chuckled, putting the corsage on the side table. "Sure." He came forward and carefully did so... careful not to touch her skin.

Marron smiled and turned around, fluffing her hair. "I hope this is acceptable where we're going..." she asked.

"I'm sure it will be, you look lovely." He said sincerely.

"Thanks Trunks," Marron smiled. "Shall we go?"

He reached behind him, and gave her the corsage, "In a moment," he said.

Marron's eyes lit up. "Trunks... that's beautiful!" she smiled and held her arm out.

He smiled, taking the delicate flowers from the box and slipping it onto her wrist. "Not as beautiful as you are, Marron," he said with a soft smile, then offered his arm.

"Smoothie," she chuckled and took his arm. "Lead the way, prince."

He smiled, and led her through through the door, taking her key from her hands and locking it, before giving it back to her, and escorting her to their limo.

Marron smiled. "I should have guessed," she leaned her head on his shoulder.
&qR>"I'll explain on the way?" he offered, as he helped her into the car before getting in himself, the driver closing the door for them, then moving to take his place and bring them to the show.

"Explain what?"

"I should probably have said something sooner... but I guess I was afraid you'd back out if I did," he sighed, looking her in the eye from where he was sat across from her. "Because it's an opening show... and well... Capsule Corp is one of it's sponsors....."

"So I guess we need to impress them," Marron smirkeR>

"Something like that," he chuckled. "You're not upset with me?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Why should I be?" Marron shrugged heouldoulder. "It's not everyday I get to be treated like a princess."

"If you take well to it, I'll treat you like a princess every day," ks cks chuckled.

"Maybe you deserve to be spoiled?" he retorted.

"Maybe.... I'm sure as hell not going to complain," she smirked.

Trunks only grinned in response, "That's something I'm very glad to hear, Marron."

Marron looked out the window. "So, what's this play about?"

"From what I've gathered, Five Rings is about a man who searches far and wide for someone to spend the rest of his life with.... and in the end, he finds that the woman he needed in his life, was the one who'd been with him through all his searching in the first place. It takes place during the Meijii era, I believe - I'm sure there will likely be some swordplay involved."

"Sounds like a beautiful love story," Marron smiled.

Trunks shrugged, "I guess we'll see for ourselves."

"Thank you again for asking me," Marron smiled. "If any of the girls find out... they'll be grilling me for weeks."

"Well, I'm hoping we'll be seeing enough of each other that they'll get bored," he chuckled. He felt them starting to slow down. "I think we're almost there. Get your red carpet smile on," he teased.

"When they take my picture, I'm supposed to stick out my tongue, right?" Marron teased back.

"Y'know... that's not a bad idea," he pondered.

Marron laughed and kicked him gently. "Trunks!"

"WHAT!? I've been DYING under this 'always perfect' facade... screw the tabloids, let's give the REAL news something to talk about!" his eyes shone with that slight brightness they did before... during their pizza match.

"Your mother will kill us," Marron pointed out.

"Only if she can stop laughing long enough to," Trunks pondered. "C'mon, we'll look all wonderful and elegant almost the entire way, but when I squeeze your hand, let's make some hideous faces, just for a second... I bet only one or two cameras'll catch it anyway," he laughed.

Marron smiled, then nodded. "As long as you do it too..."

"Of course!"

"Then ok."

He grinned at her as the car pulled to a full stop, and the driver exited. Quickly he schooled his features to a more... acceptable smile, his public face, and when the door opened he exited, standing there with a hand held back to help her out of the limo as well.

Marron slid out, standing, then blinking at the amount of cameras taking her picture. Her hands grabbed Trunks' reflexively... not realizing just HOW many people would be there.

"It's okay, Marron, just think of it like strobelights at a dance club," he said softly, putting her arm through his and holding her hand a bit with his opposite.

Marron took a deep breath, then nodded and smiled, walking with him, letting Trunks leer. er.

He smiled, his gaze barely leaving her as they walked down. "Ready?" he asked softly as they were about halfway down the red carpet.

She looked at him with a "You really want to do this?!!" look.

He winked at her, "I will, even if you don't, might as well look like fools together," he whispered with a soft smile.

Marron nodded, squeezing his hand as confirmation.

He squeezed her hand back then looked up a bit at the gathered crowd.... making an expression that only a man who'd spent a good amount of his formative years pulling faces could actually pull off.

Marron laughed, then stuck her tongue out at the same camera that Trunks was looking at, wrinkling her nose and squinting her eyes.

A second later he burst out laughing, kissing her temple as his face reverted to a happier version of it's usual form and he slipped his arm around her waist as, like two children, he led her to dash down the last half of the carpet, laughing happily.

The following day, papers wondered, The co-President of Capsule-Corp, Trunks Briefs. Loony, or in Love?

Marron laughed as well, following, then rested her hands on his shoulders. "I... I can't believe we just did that!" she laughed.

He grinned as they were now in the entryway, "I can't either. Marron, I think you bring out the worst in me," he winked, still laughing.

"I bring out the worst in you?!" Marron looked at him, playfully shocked and she hit him gently.

He laughed, "I mean that in the best possible way, of course," he chuckled, playfully blocking her hits.

Marron just wrinkled her nose. "Sometimes, Trunks, I wonder about you..." she teased.

"That's funny... you're the first person to say that," he teased. He offered his arm, a gentleman once more. "C'mon, we have box seats."

Marron took his arm again. "We get popcorn, right?" she asked.

"Unfortunately no... but there will be hors d'ouvres in our box," he told her as they started to make their way.

"As long as there's food... and you leave me some. I'm hungry!" Marron stated.

"You can have all of it, but I was hoping to take you to supper afterwards, if you don't mind that is," he said as he led her to the stair.

"You mean I get dinner too?!" Marron gaped at him overdramatically.

"No, I thought I'd make you starve," he rolled his eyes.

Marron smiled. "I'm up for it."

"Good," He grinned.

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The play was lovely. Five Rings did, indeed, live up to the hype. The story of a young man searching for love and acceptance... only to find it when it was too late. To find it in his best friend, just as the young lady lay dying. It was, in short, a beautiful tragedy.

Trunks looked over to Marron as the lights began to come up, "So, what did you think of it?"

"It was beautiful," Marron stated, sniffling and dabbing her eyes with a napkin.

He offered her his handkerchief as he stood.

"Thanks," she said, taking it. She dabbed a bit more, then smiled and handed it back to him. "What did you think?"

He put it into his pocket, "Well... I think it was very moving," he said with a soft smile, offering her a hand up.

Marron took it and stood. "I'm going to get a bootleg of it tomorrow on Madison Ave," she joked.

"That would mean I'd have to bring you to the airport, in stead of home," he said with a small smile.

"Well... I have always wanted to go to New York..." her eyes twinkled.

"Perhaps I can remedy that sometime?" he offered.

Marron just smirked. "Oh yeah, I forget you can do stuff like that on a whim."

"I don't generally go off on whims, Marron," he teased, leading her to the stairwell, "But if there's a whim you want, I'll do my best to get it for you. "I think they have them for fifty yen each, over at Toriyama's Booksellers, if I'm not mistaken," he teased.

"Ah, but I wanna get one from New York!" she laughed.

Trunks made a show of looking at his watch, "So, when's your curfew?"

"I'm in college! They don't have curfews there, silly," Marron smiled.

"Well, some of them do," he shrugged. "Let's see, it's eleven PM here... so it's about nine AM there.... would be around ten or eleven by the time we GET there if we go Z-fighter style..." he said quietly, as though trying to figure out if they could get away with it.

Marron looked at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out if I can take you to New York tonight, and still get home before the kids wake up," he grinned down at her.

"What about Goten?" Marron asked.

"That's why I'd have to get home before the Kids wake up," he chuckled. "They sleep through the night now, so he's probably going to be fine. I could call and let him know, if you want."

"Well, I guess that's up to you," Marron shrugged.

"Let's get to the limo first - and figure out something else," he said, guiding her through the crowd, using that as cover to keep, hopefully, away from the cameras. "Do you really want to go?"

"I would... but it wouldn't be right leaving Goten alone without warning," she stated.

"Then I'll call him while we're in the Limo," he nodded, nodding to the driver as he helped Marron inside the thing, before following her in to sit down himself.

Marron sat down, smiling and giggling at the spontaneousness of it all, but also feeling a bit sad for Goten, who didn't deserve to be alone on a Friday night.

Once the door was closed, and the driver had started on his way, Trunks pulled out the passenger phone and dialed home.

Goten was in the bedroom, reading a book. He quickly reached for the phone so it didn't wake the kids. "Goten here."

"Hey chibi - did you have any plans for when I got home tonight?"

"No... I figured we'd make them when you got here," Goten stated. "How was the movie?"

"It was a play, " Trunks corrected. "It was really good, kind of sad though. Listen, I was wondering if it'd be okay to take Marron to New York for a little while, and come home before the kids gp?&qp?" He asked.

"Oh." Goten's voice dropped just a bit. "Sure... I mean, we didn't have any plans or nothing...."

Trunks frowned a little, hearing the drop in tone. "Goten, are you sure? Cause if you don't want us to go, we'll postpone it for another time."

"I'm not your keeper, Trunks. You can do whatever you want," Goten stated. "I'm feeling tired anyways...."

"Alright, you get some sleep then - I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

"Sure. Tell Mar I said hi," Goten said, then hung up.

Trunks blinked at the phone, then set it down. "He says hello."

"He was tired, huh?" Marron asked, playing with her hair a bit.

"That's what he said," Trunks shrugged, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. "So, you still want to go to New York?"

"Only if you want to go... I mean, I don't want you to take me just 'cause I want to go..." Marron stated.

"Why shouldn't I take you just because you want to go?" Trunkssed sed an eyebrow. "I would think that was an excellent reason."

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