Hey there!! Its me again with another chap for my fawn fic. Only this time I don't have the dog with me. One of my kitties, Oreo, is on my lap. And I have a different CD in my player. Well n e way I don't think you really what to know all that. So on with the story.
Once again I must say that I don't own dbz *_* grrrrr I hate that!!!
As father and I got close to home we heard the phone ring. Mother picked it up. Just from the tone of her voice I could tell she was a bit peeved. She usually is but she never gets really mad that much any more. Dad gave me a quick *uh oh* glance and smiled. I held the fawn closer; its heart had begun to race.
Dad opened the door and let me enter first. He never wanted to have to deal with my mum angry. I stepped inside. "There they are. I have to go Bulma. Good-bye. Well, where have the two of you been?" Mom came out of the kitchen and stopped dead in front of me. Her mouth opened into that annoying *awwwwwwwww* look. I hate it when girls squeal and go all goo-goo about baby animals. "Awwwwww! Where did you find a fawn?"
She knelt down on one knee and stroked the fawn's cheek. Dad explained what we saw and why we had brought this lil fawn home. She stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed and watched as mother got some milk from the fridge and put water in a pot. In a few minutes she had some milk for it. She tested it on her arm and handed me the bottle.
"What do you want me to do with this?" I looked at it as if it had a deadly disease. Why was she giving it to me? I'm not a girl!!! I don't wanna be some sort of mother to this thing I just didn't wanna see it die. "To feed your fawn of course!! He must be very hungry."
"MY fawn?" I looked at the fawn in my arms. Was I gonna have to raise this fawn? My eyebrows contorted into one at the center of my forehead. Did I want to raise this fawn? I shrugged off that feeling and sat down in my chair. Mother sat across from me and folded her hands under her head. Dad put his arm on her shoulder. She looked up and they shared one of those *our sons' growing up* smiles. It damn near made me sick.
I placed the fawn on my lap and nudged it gently with my elbow. "Wake up." His large eyes opened and his began to bleat. "I guess that means your hungry, huh?" I offered him the bottle. He didn't want it at first, his head dodged the nipple and he bleated. "Be gentle Goten." My mother said as I pushed his head closer to the bottle. I shot her a glance and went back to the most nerve racking battle I've ever been in.
After what felt like hours the lil guy got the idea. He grabbed the nipple and started suckling. I felt myself smile. This wasn't so bad. In a few minutes he drained the whole bottle; he looked up at me and yawned as he tucked his head back in my shirt. In a moment he was asleep.
"Why don't you make a nice bed for him in your room? There should be some old blankets in the closet."
I took mothers advice and got up quietly. I carried the fawn gently into my room. I took one of Gohan's old pillows, placed it on the floor and put him on it. He stirred but soon fell asleep. I grabbed Gohan's favorite old blanket and wrapped it around the pillow and the fawn. When I was finished he looked so comfortable that I was jealous.
Dad was in his seat at the head of the table when I got back to the kitchen. He looked up as I entered with a huge grin on his face. His eyebrows raised in question to my fawn. "He likes it…I think." I sat down in my chair as mom served dinner.
After dinner I helped mother clear the table and wash dishes. She look at me when we were finished with this weird look on her face. "Gohan invited us over after dinner…" I guess she saw sigh I was holding back in my eyes. "He also invited Bulma, Vegeta and her father as well. Seeing as you have a new fawn to take care of…it wouldn't really be wise to have it near the baby…why don't you see if Bulma will let Trunks stay here with you. I really don't think you two like going there all the time anyway." I cheered and hugged her around the waist. "Here let me call."
Trunks knew the way to our place so he didn't have to wait for his mother to drive him. Mother and father left a few moments before he arrived. "Hey Goten! How did you get you mom to let us stay here by ourselves?"
"I'll show you." I led Trunks into the house and into my room. The little fawn stood up as we entered and started to wag its tail. (A/N yes fawns do wag their tails. It's mainly only when they are very young.) "Cool, where did you find the fawn Goten?" The fawn shied away from Trunks like it first did to me. He let out a frightened bleat and ran to me. He hid himself behind my legs. Trunks folded his arms. "Kinda skittish isn't he?" I took a moment to explain how I found him. Trunks' smile faded into a sad understanding look. The both of us at one point bout were orphans. "Oh… I guess I would be kinda skittish if I were him too."
"I think he's hungry again. Mom showed me how to feed him. Wanna help?" I really wanted Trunks to help me. He knows how to make a bottle right for his baby sister; he does it all the time to help his mother.
Together we made my fawn another bottle of milk. "I guess I have to get used to this. Your not gonna be able to do this all by yourself in the middle of the night are ya?" I asked the lil fawn. He just stared at me. After he finished his meal, he ran around the kitchen. "Hey, your gonna fall if you don't slow down! Mom keeps this floor waxed." I guess I said it too late cause he skidded on the floor and crashed into the wall. I heard a sickening crack. Trunks and I rushed over to my little fawn. He was bleating in pain as he tried to get up.
"I think his legs broken!" Trunks felt his leg when I picked him up. The fawn squealed in pain and terror as Trunks moved the leg. "See if he'll walk on it Goten." I did as Trunks suggested. The little fawn wouldn't put its foot on the ground. He kept his long spindly leg up in the air. I took a step back; he followed as best he could. His back legs slipped and slid either way as my little fawn fell. I grabbed him before he hit the ground. "Trunks, what can we do? We can't just leave him like this!" Trunks nodded. He sat quietly for a moment and thought. Then snapped his fingers and jumped up.
"We can take him to Dende! Dende loves healing hurt animals." Of course why didn't think of that? I guess Trunks keeps his head better when it comes to these types of things. "Let's go!" I ran out of the house, Trunks was close on my heels. Together we took off in the direction of Dende's lookout. I went super saiyan and flew faster. The fawn bleated in terror. I stopped momentarily and stuffed him gently under my shirt. Because of loose my shirt was the fawn fit fine, my shirt dipped very low in the neckline, my little fawn stuck his head out and seemed more comfortable. Once he was safe and snug I flew faster than ever, making sure to shield his face from the wind. We quickly made our way to Dende's lookout.
Oh no! Will the fawn be alright?!? Will Dende be able to help him? Will he get a name? I donno! I guess you'll just have to keep reading! Tootles