Chapter FIVE
A/N: Hey, do you really think I would have Trunks "go gay?" Don't be ridiculous! Sure, the cute ones always are… but that is only in what I like to call "reality." So… the story continues:
Did Trunks go through with it? With the drag queen? Of course. But why? Because Vegeta would have kicked his ass if he hadn't. 'Nuff said.
So… Three hours later Trunks went back to the street corner. Without a word, he handed $500 to Vegeta.
Vegeta snickered, "That's a nice tip. You must have done a… good job. Why didn't she walk you back here?"
Trunks muttered quietly, "Cherry Hill was too… tired. She told me I could take what I wanted from her purse as long as I left my phone number." Trunks shuddered.
"I'm proud of you, son. Now let's get to a department store and buy some socks."
"No thanks. I'm gonna stay here and wait for someone to shoot me."
"Suit yourself," and Vegeta took off into the air.
Trunks sat on the street corner and stared at his feet. Then he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hey, you never called."
He looked up and saw Callisto smiling down at him. In a defeated tone, he spoke to her clearly, "I just made $500 in three hours."
"Well, I'm glad your purchases are serving you well," she grinned.
"I just made $500 in three hours by sleeping with a man! Oh the horrors I have seen."
Callisto was rather taken aback by the exclamation, but Trunks started rambling, seemingly talking to his feet and forgetting that Callisto was even there.
"Well, he was dressed like a woman and he looked pretty good actually, but he was *definitely* a man. And he was kinda old too, probably about as old as my Dad, but I don't even want to think about that, because then I start thinking about sleeping with my father, and that's some sort of reversed Oedipus syndrome that my therapist said I should discuss with him, but then my therapist doesn't know my father. I think my Dad would kill me… Ah! I can't believe my Dad made me sleep with a drag queen!"
Trunks buried his face in his hands.
Callisto stared at him for a moment with wide eyes. Then she shook her head and shouted, "Your Dad is pimping you out to drag queens?!"
"Uh-huh," Trunks sniffed. "And then he took my money and went to buy socks!"
"The money you made by sleeping with a man?"
"A cross-dressing man… Cherry Hill. I feel so used!" He whimpered and buried his face in his hands again.
"Hey! Cherry Hill… I know her! She comes into the store all the time and buys all sorts of weird—ohhhh…"
Trunks looked up at her with tear-stained cheeks. Callisto ran a hand through his tousled, lavender hair.
She said, "Well I can't do anything about your father or your money. But I can help rebuild your masculinity." She winked, "Come back to my place?"
Trunks slowly nodded and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Callisto kissed him sweetly on the nose and they walked back to her apartment. Unfortunately, Trunks was too tired to perform. He tried, but collapsed and fell asleep half way through. What a loser. Callisto had to turn to her long time friend, "Mr. Vibrator" in order to finish the job.
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The next morning…
Trunks awoke with a sense of accomplishment that can only arise from two mediocre nights on the job. Oh boy, what a stud. He looked on the bed next to him, but Callisto was nowhere to be found. Neither were his clothes. Anywhere.
Panic washed over him as he deliberated how to get home without any clothes. He ran to her closet and pulled out the first thing he touched. He threw it on and ran into the other room. The other room was the bathroom. Trunks concluded that the apartment must be inhabited by poltergeists that made the door to the apartment disappear in order to trap him inside forever. Of course. What were *you* thinking? You thought Trunks would realize he walked into the wrong room? Ha! Obviously you haven't been reading enough of my stuff!
He stepped into the shower and turned it on. He stood there making "bubbity-bubbity-bubbity" sounds with his fingers strumming across his lips.
Callisto was making coffee in the kitchen and heard the water to the shower turn on. She decided to surprise Trunks. She still thought he was the cutest thing ever, even if he always failed miserably in bed.
When she opened the bathroom door, she saw Trunks standing in the tub wearing her pink teddy with a furry trim. And it was soaking wet. She didn't know whether to laugh or to call the police. So she took a picture. That way, she could figure out what to do later.
But for the time being, Callisto turned the water off. Trunks didn't even blink, so she slapped him across the face. Trunks was overcome by the shock of the slap, and he fell. He fell and hit his head. Good lord, that's all we need, Trunks hitting his head in the tub…
So what is to become of Trunks now? Oh the possibilities… But I'll post it another day. Hee hee hee hee…
A/N: Hey, do you really think I would have Trunks "go gay?" Don't be ridiculous! Sure, the cute ones always are… but that is only in what I like to call "reality." So… the story continues:
Did Trunks go through with it? With the drag queen? Of course. But why? Because Vegeta would have kicked his ass if he hadn't. 'Nuff said.
So… Three hours later Trunks went back to the street corner. Without a word, he handed $500 to Vegeta.
Vegeta snickered, "That's a nice tip. You must have done a… good job. Why didn't she walk you back here?"
Trunks muttered quietly, "Cherry Hill was too… tired. She told me I could take what I wanted from her purse as long as I left my phone number." Trunks shuddered.
"I'm proud of you, son. Now let's get to a department store and buy some socks."
"No thanks. I'm gonna stay here and wait for someone to shoot me."
"Suit yourself," and Vegeta took off into the air.
Trunks sat on the street corner and stared at his feet. Then he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hey, you never called."
He looked up and saw Callisto smiling down at him. In a defeated tone, he spoke to her clearly, "I just made $500 in three hours."
"Well, I'm glad your purchases are serving you well," she grinned.
"I just made $500 in three hours by sleeping with a man! Oh the horrors I have seen."
Callisto was rather taken aback by the exclamation, but Trunks started rambling, seemingly talking to his feet and forgetting that Callisto was even there.
"Well, he was dressed like a woman and he looked pretty good actually, but he was *definitely* a man. And he was kinda old too, probably about as old as my Dad, but I don't even want to think about that, because then I start thinking about sleeping with my father, and that's some sort of reversed Oedipus syndrome that my therapist said I should discuss with him, but then my therapist doesn't know my father. I think my Dad would kill me… Ah! I can't believe my Dad made me sleep with a drag queen!"
Trunks buried his face in his hands.
Callisto stared at him for a moment with wide eyes. Then she shook her head and shouted, "Your Dad is pimping you out to drag queens?!"
"Uh-huh," Trunks sniffed. "And then he took my money and went to buy socks!"
"The money you made by sleeping with a man?"
"A cross-dressing man… Cherry Hill. I feel so used!" He whimpered and buried his face in his hands again.
"Hey! Cherry Hill… I know her! She comes into the store all the time and buys all sorts of weird—ohhhh…"
Trunks looked up at her with tear-stained cheeks. Callisto ran a hand through his tousled, lavender hair.
She said, "Well I can't do anything about your father or your money. But I can help rebuild your masculinity." She winked, "Come back to my place?"
Trunks slowly nodded and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Callisto kissed him sweetly on the nose and they walked back to her apartment. Unfortunately, Trunks was too tired to perform. He tried, but collapsed and fell asleep half way through. What a loser. Callisto had to turn to her long time friend, "Mr. Vibrator" in order to finish the job.
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The next morning…
Trunks awoke with a sense of accomplishment that can only arise from two mediocre nights on the job. Oh boy, what a stud. He looked on the bed next to him, but Callisto was nowhere to be found. Neither were his clothes. Anywhere.
Panic washed over him as he deliberated how to get home without any clothes. He ran to her closet and pulled out the first thing he touched. He threw it on and ran into the other room. The other room was the bathroom. Trunks concluded that the apartment must be inhabited by poltergeists that made the door to the apartment disappear in order to trap him inside forever. Of course. What were *you* thinking? You thought Trunks would realize he walked into the wrong room? Ha! Obviously you haven't been reading enough of my stuff!
He stepped into the shower and turned it on. He stood there making "bubbity-bubbity-bubbity" sounds with his fingers strumming across his lips.
Callisto was making coffee in the kitchen and heard the water to the shower turn on. She decided to surprise Trunks. She still thought he was the cutest thing ever, even if he always failed miserably in bed.
When she opened the bathroom door, she saw Trunks standing in the tub wearing her pink teddy with a furry trim. And it was soaking wet. She didn't know whether to laugh or to call the police. So she took a picture. That way, she could figure out what to do later.
But for the time being, Callisto turned the water off. Trunks didn't even blink, so she slapped him across the face. Trunks was overcome by the shock of the slap, and he fell. He fell and hit his head. Good lord, that's all we need, Trunks hitting his head in the tub…
So what is to become of Trunks now? Oh the possibilities… But I'll post it another day. Hee hee hee hee…