Well I'm back. no animals this time only me and my cd player. family life suxs. i think that's why I started this story. To show that even the best families have it rough, or maybe just that one person who feels left out in the rain while everyone else just kinda goes around in their la la land. oh well enough of my miserable day. On with the story.

I DON'T OWN DBZ grrrr*_*

We left for Trunks' house together in our flying car thing. I think the fawn liked it better to have the wind in his face. He looked out the window most of the time while I took a cat nap. It always went so slow. After my fifth cat nap we were finally there.

The night before I gave the fawn a bath. He didn't seem to like to too much but he didn't fight all that much. Mom gave me this girly shampoo to use on his fur. Now he smells like a rose (I didn't like it all that much. I don't think he does either.). Oh, well.

Mom rang the door bell before Dad had the chance to knock. It was kinda funny last time when Dad knocked on the door and it shattered into a million pieces. Mom still hadn't gotten over that. Her eyes momentarily flashed daggers at him. Dad blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

I picked up my fawn, I didn't know how he would act with 15 million animals running around. Trunks' grandparents have this animal fetish. They took in any animal that even looked lost. I guess if you were rich like them you didn't have to worry about feeding all kinds of animals. I never had a pet before the fawn. I never really thought of him as a pet, he was more like a friend. No that isn't corny. He's always there, kinda like another Trunks or a replacement Gohan. Thinking like that put a sinking feeling in my stomach. My fawn nuzzled my cheek, then licked it. He always makes me feel better.

Bulma answered the door with a smile. "Hey there! Glad you came." She looked from Mom to Dad then me. Then her eyes landed on my fawn. Her mouth went into that annoying *awww* face. "How cute." She smiled again as I entered. "Everyone's here. There all upstairs." Her eyes fell on the backpack I had on my back.

"It's my fawn's dinner. He eats a lot." I explained with a smile.

"Here I'll take it to the kitchen for ya. Go ahead upstairs."

We all went upstairs to find everyone there. I looked around to see who wasn't there. Gohan, Videl and Pan were here. Krillin and his family and Yamcha were all together on another on a couch. Marron squealed when she saw the fawn. I looked at the other side of the big room. Trunks was on the floor practically falling asleep. His eyes perked up when he saw me. With a slight flick of his head he gestured for me to join him. Mom and Dad took the love-seats . I almost overlooked Trunks' father. He was standing by the door way, leaning against the wall .

I sat down with Trunks. The fawn looked around at everyone in the room. I didn't pay much attention to the conversation that everyone was in. Something about babies. My fawn stood up and walked over to Trunks. He and Trunks had gotten to be better friends, Trunks absentmindedly stroked his head. Marron hadn't taken her eyes off him. She smiled at him, he looked up at her and then went over to her. She tentatively reached out her hand, he looked at it and shied away form it. She talked softly to him, that seemed to calm him a bit, but he still didn't go close enough for her to touch him.

The conversation stayed on the same boring level for a good while. The fawn walked around the room sniffing everyone's feet and jumping when they moved. For the most part, Trunks and I kept our eyes and thoughts on him. He came over to me after an hour and sniffed around then curled up in my lap. Soon he was asleep. I'm glad one of us could sleep, I thought to myself. I scratched the back of his head.

After the fawn woke up again. Everyone was talking about maternal skills. Trunks and I exchanged worried glances. I nudged Trunks in the ribs and nodded my head slightly to our left. He followed my gaze and stifled a giggle. His father looked as if he was about to run out of the room screaming. I think the only thing stopping him was Bra who was in this arms.

My fawn bleated in my lap. "I guess that means your hungry, huh?" I asked him. He nuzzled my cheek. "I'll take that as a yes. May I use your kitchen?" I asked Trunks' grandmother.

"Why of course dear. Go right a head." I stood up and stared to leave the room. "I'll go with you." Trunks jumped on his opportunity to leave. He and I started again to leave the room, Marron stopped us with a question.

"Goten. . . What's his name?" I looked at my fawn and realized I hadn't given him one. "He doesn't have one." I said.

"What?!?! Everyone needs a name!" She looked horrified at the thought. I looked at my fawn, he stared back at me. "Fine." I said with a slight roll of my eyes. "I'll call him T.K."

"What does that stand for?" Marron asked before I could leave.

I looked at my fawn once more. "The Klutz." I answered and turned to leave. "Come on fawn." There was a ripple of laughter form my little name game. But something in the conversation caught my attention.

" See there! I told you none of my boys inherited my maternal skills." Gohan caught my eyes. He was blushing slightly and gave me a *oh no* look. He and I knew where this was going. I once again started for the doorway again trying to make a hasty retreat. But, once again I was stopped. "Maybe he was taught his skills." Bulma said. She was referring to Gohan, who had Pan in his arms. Everyone was looking at a blushing Videl.

I turned, with a shake of my head I looked over at Trunks. "If you ask me, the only person who could teach Gohan anything about maternal skills is Piccolo." (A/N Don't ya love my lil joke?)Everyone in the room burst into laughter. "Piccolo the guru of maternal skills!" Trunks added as fuel to the fire of laughter. I think I even saw a genuine smile on Mr. Vegeta's face. Gohan was laughing so hard his face was red. I shook my head again and left the room.

Together Trunks and I made our to the kitchen. The whole time Trunks and I were giggling. My little fawn looked at every animal we passed. He stopped to sniff a cat, who purred at him. That kept his attention until I was out of his sight. Then he came running to my side.

Trunks' house is huge, someone could get lost for days, and they still wouldn't have seen every room. It took us a good few minutes to get to the kitchen. There I found my backpack. I got out the bottle and put everything together. I put it in the microwave with a sigh. "I wish we had one of these things."

Trunks was still laughing slightly about our little joke. As much as we made fun of Piccolo we both still cared deeply for him. Not to the extent that Gohan does mind you. He showed me his old outfit that I could now fit into. Piccolo had given it to him before the Cell games. I wore it once, I looked very Namekian in it. I would never be caught in public in that.

When the bottle was done heating up Trunks jumped up onto the counter and grabbed some chips from off a shelf. He knocked a sac of flour over. I lunged for it. Thankfully I caught it before it hit the floor. I placed it on the floor by the garbage can.

Trunks jumped down and sat down in a chair. I sat down on the floor and leaned against it. The bottle was still a bit hot so Trunks struck up a conversation. He giggled again and looked down at me. "I wonder if Piccolo could give lessons. Think we could sign my dad up?" Together we burst into laughter. I smiled up at Trunks. Still laughing he grabbed the bottle out of my hands and gave it to my fawn. He took it gratefully. "That's about as good as the 'Kitty Cat Claw Attack'"

Together we laughed. I looked at Trunks again I had something to say. . . but, a flash of light startled me out of my thoughts. Marron was standing in the door way with a camera in her hands. "A pictures worth a thousand words" She laughed and ran back to the living room.

Trunks and I soon demolished the chips. He crumbled the bag and threw it into the garbage can. "Hey Goten. . . did you notice that Marron wouldn't take her eyes off you?" I looked up, I could never hid anything form him. He knew that I wasn't having a good time for more reasons than boring conversation.

"Am I wrong to think like this Trunks? Everyone talks about him. Mother always compares me to him. I think Dad does too."

"I don't think they really mean to Goten. They just want you to do your best."

"Your gonna choke on those words one day." Trunks was always reading books. The only thing he likes ore than books was fighting. (A/N I don't know if Trunks likes books or not. All I know is that he is really smart. . . he helps his mother make that time machine and knows how to fix things . . . so why wouldn't he like books?)

In a few moments the fawn was done and ready to run around the kitchen. I washed his bottle quickly and threw it in my pack. Trunks watched me form the chair. Then I found his eyes were lost in thought. "What ya thinkin bout?" I should know better by now than asking him questions when he looks like that. He never answers, he's in his own world. I couldn't even begin to try to understand what he thinks about.

I sat down opposite to him, propped my head on my hands and stared at him. I sighed and listened to the clip of my fawn's hooves as he nosed around the strange kitchen.

When I heard the door's soft moaning I didn't take any notice. Suddenly, I heard a loud growl answered by a terrified cry form my fawn. Startled I looked at the door. . . there was a huge dog advancing toward my fawn, who was cornered.

Trunks and I jumped up. "Get outta here ya dumb mutt." Trunks yelled at it. It paused for a moment, allowing my fawn a chance to get away. He lunged forward in my direction. The dog whirled and snapped at his heels. The fawn ran toward the open door. He skidded and slammed into the garbage can. The flour I put there exploded into a white cloud.

The dog was momentarily blinded, that allowed my fawn to get out the door. The dog soon took up the chase. My fawn cried out again in terror as he ran. Trunks and I ran after them. We couldn't use our energy to catch up cause we'd probably bust a wall or break something. So we ran as fast as we could, not being able to catch up through all the twists and turns.

"Leave it alone!" Trunks tried in vain to make the dog stop. After what seemed like hours we got to the steps leading to the family room. The fawn twisted his body and lunged up them, the dog slipped momentarily but didn't fall that much behind. I caught a glimpse of my fawn. He was covered in flour and breathing hard.

As he reached the top of the stairs I saw he was headed toward my father, who was standing outside of the family room talking with Mr. Vegeta, Krillin, Gohan and Yamcha. Mother had heard the noise, she and all the women were standing in the doorway. My fawn ran between Goahn's legs, he ran through the gap between Mr. Vegeta's legs and the wall. Dad's arm swooped down and scooped up the fawn.

The dog, totally oblivious to all the men around him, still growling he advanced toward the fawn in my father's arms. Mr. Vegeta placed his foot on the dogs rear as it passed him, giving it a light shove. ( A/N light in the terms that if Vegeta gave the dog a full blown kick he would be dead in moments. So it was to him a light push.) Which made the dog go flying into the laundry room. There was a thud as the dog hit clothing. He came out covered with bras and boxers. Everyone roared with laughter, again.

"Thank you." I murmured to Mr. Vegeta as I ran past. The dog ran past with his tail between his legs. He disappeared down the stairs. Dad was laughing as he looked at the white fawn in his hands. Once he got a good look at him he stopped. My fawn was trembling horribly, when I got close to him he belated and struggled against my father's arms trying to get to me.

"You'd better get him cleaned up and calmed down." Dad told me as he handed him to me. My fawn shoved his head under the shoulder of my shirt. I nodded, turned and ran back down the stairs. I didn't notice Trunks at my heels. Together we ran into the kitchen, which was covered in a layer of flour, and shut the door.

"Go ahead and try to calm him I'll start cleaning." Trunks said grabbing a rag. I put down the fawn and joined him. Soon we had the place spotless again. Our mothers came in just as we got finished. T.K wouldn't leave my side or stop trembling so I scooped him up. Mother knelt down and wiped his cheek with a towl she brought.

"I think you'd better clean him up and get him home. Away form the animals for a while. Bulma said Trunks could go with you if you want." Bulma looked to him then back to me. Trunks nodded. So mother and I wiped down the fawn. "When you get home it would be best to give a warm bath. That will make him feel much better. Not to mention get the flour out of his fur." Mother advised me as we went to leave.

"Sorry bout the dog." Bulma apologized. "He was a hunting dog."

"That's okay ma'am. He's fine." Trunks and I left the house. We soon took off for home. Wow what a day!

well I know the ending sucked but hey i ran out of ideas. hope you liked it . . . please r&r thanks. luv ya

Shelly