"I feel like a clown." Trunks groaned.
"Trunks. . .what am I supposed to do with this?" Goten asked, holding up a pencil-looking device they had bought in the makeup aisle yesterday.
"That's called an eye liner. Women use it around their eyes."
"Oh." Goten uncapped the black eye liner and began to apply it." Ow!"
"Don't poke yourself in the eye." Trunks warned, uncapping the purple lipstick and applying it to his lips.
"Too late." Goten rubbed at his eye."Why do women wear this stuff?"
"To torture themselves I guess." Trunks laughed, puckering his lips in front of the full length mirror.
"Do I have to wear these fake eyelashes?"
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"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked, happening upon Bulma in the hall.
"Shhh! I'm trying to figure out what's going on." Bulma replied, pressing her ear against Trunks' door.
Bulma winced at the noises coming from Trunks' room.
"Ow!"
"Goten hold still!"
"This hurts Trunks! I don't want to do this anymore!"
"This was your idea!"
"I know! Can't you be a little more gentle when you're putting it in?"
"I can try but. . .I don't know Goten. I don't think it's going to fit."
* Trunks grunts *
* Goten squeals, holding back his screams*
"I've heard enough of this!" Vegeta barked, pushing past the shocked Bulma to open his son's door." WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE!"
Trunks stopped trying to force Goten's foot into the petite pair of heels.
"Hey! Those are my best shoes!" Bulma cried, snatching the red pumps away from Trunks." And here I was blaming your sister when you've had them the entire time!"
Goten massaged his foot before lowering the ends of his pink dress." Guess we'll have to wear our own shoes. Thank God, I don't see how women can walk in those things."
Trunks stood up. To his parent's horror, he was wearing a poofy purple dress similar to Goten's.
"Mom, Dad, I can explain. We were just- -"
"I don't want to know." Bulma shouted, covering both of her ears and singing to herself as she backed out of Trunks' room.
"I'm not surprised." Vegeta mused." You liked pink shirts when I first met you."
Trunks and Goten give Vegeta a confused look, they don't know he's referring to Mirai Trunks.
Vegeta turned to leave.
"Wait Vegeta," Goten begged. Vegeta stopped and turned in the doorway, giving his son's friend his attention. Goten smiled, turning to look at his butt." Does this dress make me look fat?"
Vegeta slammed the door shut behind him.
Trunks fell onto his bed." I thought he was going to strangle me."
Goten twirled in front of the mirror." He's in shock. He'll kill you later, probably when you're sleeping."
"Thanks that makes me feel so much better."
Goten cupped the bra he's wearing." Are you sure you don't want the D-cup? Cuz i'll let you wear it if you want."
Trunks buried his face into his pillow.
"I'll take that as a no."
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Goten swayed his hips as he walked down the sidewalk. Goten wore a long, black wig with short bangs. He could've passed as Chichi's twin except for the thick eyebrows, strong build, and the excessive amount of pink eyeshadow and long lashes on his face.
Goten stopped and waited for Trunks to catch up. In his girliest voice he called out to him." Hurry sweetie. We don't want to be late."
"Why are you talking with a french accent?" Trunks asked, stiffly catching up. It was hard for him to walk normally when he was wearing tights!
"Am I? I didn't notice." Goten replied, his alter, feminine, confident ego coming out.
Trunks shivered, it was unsettling how Goten easily got into character by just putting on a dress and wig. Afraid someone might notice him, Trunks kept his head down the entire walk to Mr. Satan's mansion. He looked up and stole a glance at himself a few times through the shop windows they passed.
Trunks wore a white Renaissance wig, with a braid of hair wrapped around the top of his head. The long curly strands easily fell into his face. More than once a few strands of hair fell into his mouth, and he struggled to pull the long webs of hair away from his face. "Now I see why Pan keeps her hair short." Trunks thought. He always felt Pan's beauty would intensify if she'd grow her hair past her shoulders.
Trunks went easy on the make up, lightly applying a coat of lavender eyeshadow, pink blush and purple lipstick. As an extra precaution, so Pan wouldn't recognize him, he wore his glasses.
"We look hot." Goten boasted, lifting his poofy dress so he could climb the steps to the front door.
Trunks rolled his eyes, they were probably the ugliest girls he'd ever seen! And Goten was the ugliest! His fake big boobs didn't help him much either. No man in his right mind would call Trunks and Goten hot. Hopefully Pan would see them as two ugly girls instead of two ugly men dressed as girls.
After taking a deep breath, Goten rung the bell.
Mr. Satan answered." Can I help you. . . ladies?"
Goten smiled, in a southern accent he says," I'm here to join The Fan Girl's Club."
"Oh," Mr. Satan opened the door wider." Come in. The Club is being held in the basement. It's the first door on the right. Be careful, the stairs are steep."
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"Aaahhh!"
"He said be careful!"
"My ass is sore." Goten groaned in his man-voice.
"Are you okay?" Pan asked, reaching down to help Trunks lift Goten up.
Goten smiled, using his british accent this time." I'm fine. Thank you." Goten pats his breasts." These are new. Keeps throwing off my balance."
Pan laughs, not sure if this strange girl is kidding or not. Probably not since those things are huge.
"Who said that?" Goten asked, looking around the room.
"The narrator." Everyone replied in a lazy tone.
"The who?"
"Just ignore her." Kagome said, refilling her cup with punch.
"Yeah." Pan nodded." Just ignore her and she'll go away."
Goten rubbed his aching butt." I don't get it but whatever."
Aware that Pan is fully focused on him, Trunks blurts out." We want to join The Fan Girl's Club."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Goten and Trunks asked at the same time.
"We don't have to go through an initiation?" Goten asked.
Pan thought about it before shaking her head." Nope."
Goten and Trunks smiled, this is turning out to be easier than they had thought.
"Just tell us your names and we can get started."
Goten and Trunks' stopped smiling. They forgot to give themselves names!
"My name is. . ." Goten began to say his own name, before noticing Trunks was shaking his head and mouthing "no" from behind Pan." . . .Ga . .ga. My name is Gaga."
Pan turned to Trunks. He blushed." My name is. . .Tr. . Trudy."
Pan didn't believe that was their real names, but she played along anyway. Some girl's are shy when entering a new club.
"Okay now that is getting creepy!" Goten- - Gaga- - whined, pointing upwards."You should get someone to look into that. . . thing."
"The narrator." Everyone replied.
"Whatever! She's wierd. She knows things she shouldn't."
"She knows everything." Trunks- - Trudy - - said." That's what a narrator is."
"She better learn to keep her big mouth shut."
Or else what Gaga? I control your fate.
Silence.
That's what I thought.
Pan smiled," Welcome to the club!" She gestured toward the chairs grouped together in a circle." Please take a seat and we'll begin."
Trunks and Goten nodded.
There was no turning back now.
"Stop confusing me!" Goten shouted.
