When reviewing, please no flames. Shonen-Ai means soft slash and 'gay' character intentions. If this isn't your cup of tea please disregard this story and turn away. You won't like it and I really don't want to hear about how much you don't like it.
This is my first TruTen fic. so please be gentle . I'm leaning towards just Shonen-Ai for now(I've never done any kind of lemon). Most of the story is told from Goten's POV but POV's will change now and again.
Throughout the story you'll notice similarities to different TV shows, video games, and maybe even movies. I'm we all know who I'm channeling when I mention 'Nurse Roberts'. ;)
This story was inspired by the absolutely amazing story "Dude Looks Like A Lady" by RavenPan. It has an incredible 251k word count dealt in 90 chapters with over 1,000 reviews, but well worth the read. I suggest taking a look and you'll be hooked So I say a huge thank you to RavenPan for the inspiration!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything…
INTRODUCTION
Goten's POV
How did I get to this point in my life?
I sit on the cliff-side that overlooks the Eastern District of Mount Paozu. Snow blankets the landscapes and treetops. I hold my ki steady to keep me warm and body dry. Little snowflakes fall all around but melt when within a one foot radius of my body. My ki can only do so much without signaling anyone so I still wear my warmer clothing.
I live at home back in the mountains now but it wasn't always like that. After years of my mother pushing my studies I finally made it into college. I went for a PHD straight out of highschool. After four years of pre-med and another four years in a university I graduated with honors and I got a great residency in Satan City Hospital; only a few more years until I get my license to practice. But I've been an intern at this hospital for a couple of years now so getting the piece of expensive paper really won't matter to me. My mother is very proud. She got her scholar and then got her doctor. Lucky her to get what she wanted…
But when I was in college I roomed with my best friend, Trunks Briefs. He didn't go to pre-med but we went to the same university. He got a Master's degree in business management and bio-mechanic sciences. He's pretty smart. We both landed jobs in Satan City. Of course he runs Capsule Corp. now and I'm practicing medicine in a major hospital. So after graduating we moved into a two bedroom flat on the east side. And of course Trunks had the whole place renovated into a rich man's bachelor pad; not that I'm complaining or anything. We were going to go half on all of the bills and rent but seeing how Trunks picked the enormous and luxurious flat with all of the finer furnishings, I couldn't afford my half. So seeing how he has more money than he knows what to do with he took on the rent and repairs while I handled the smaller bills.
And everything was working out great. We had already been used to rooming in college so living together was great. Just two best friends living the life.
But soon everything went to shit.
And now I sit and reminisce on everything that happened in the past year or so. How had everything gone so damn sour?
I think I knew the answer but I didn't know who to blame. Was it me for confronting my underlying emotions or was it Trunks fighting his identity crisis? Or maybe it was our last fight.
That fight had wounded and scarred me, both literally and metaphorically. How could I possibly go on? I tried so hard to give up on Trunks but he kept reeling me back in. It was a vicious circle on both of our parts.
One of my late patients, Mrs. Morley, had been one of the kindest older women I have ever met. I usually try not to get close to my terminal patients but she reeled me in and talked things out with me. She helped me learned to not hold my feelings in; it could be the death of me. I miss that old woman.
Will we mend these broken ties or am I to walk this path alone? He had always held my hand and now I was reaching out to thin air.
How did I get here?
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