Soon, before he wanted, Goten pulled up to Trunks' house. He walked up, an banged on the door. Goten heard someone curse from inside, and the door oppened, revealing his sweetheart. Hee smiled at Trunks, his redenned lips curving up, who looked a bit confused.
"Uhh, can I help you miss?" Trunks asked, wearing a black tanktop and blue jeans. It was Goten's turn to be confused.
"Miss?" he asked. He then remember he was dressed as a girl, and mentally slapped himself. He coughed, clearing his voice and making it a couple notes higher, and more like a sing-song.
"Oh yeah, silly me! Heeheehee!" Goten said, giggling as best he could. Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Uhh..." Goten's mind was a blank. Oh no! I don't have a reason for being here! Crap!! Goten paused, desperately trying to think of an answer. Finally, he blurted out what he thought was best, "I'm a new member at Capsule Corp!!!" Damn Goten, you suck.
"Oh really?" Trunks said, amused. "I don't recognise you." Goten blushed.
"Well... I... uhh... what I mean to say is..." Goten chewed his lip. "I want to become a worker at Capsule Corp."
"Ahh I see! Well, you should come into work in the morning and at business hours, not on weekends." said Trunks. Goten sighed.
"Oh, I didn't know." Goten lowered his head, defeated, and began to walk away, when Trunks grabbed "her" arm.
"Well, I could show you around a bit, miss... uhh... " Kuso, he wants a name! ChiChi? No... Goten think! uhh... "Chiten!" Goten burst out.
Kami. That's the BEST you can come up with? "Oh, I already know what your house looks like." He said Trunks grinned, and Goten's eyes widened. "I mean, I've heard about it and all!"
"Okay, Chiten, I'm Trunks, by the way. So then, do you wanna go out somewhere?" he asked. Goten's face lit up. Wow, Trunks asked me on a date! Wait, he asked 'Chiten' on a date! Damn her! What the hell, am I jealous of myself?
"Sure!" At that moment, Goten's stomach rumbled through his ears, signaling it was hungry again. Goten sweatdropped. "Ahh sorry, I haven't eaten in a while."
"Then let's grab something to eat." And with that, Trunks shut the door behing him, and pulled out a capsule. He pressed the button at the end, threw it onto the ground, and watched as a cloud of smoke burst out, then transformed into a stylish, black car. Trunks walked over and openned the door, getting in. He watched as Chiten walked around the car, put her hand on the top of the door, and jumped over it, flopping on the seat. Trunks chuckled as Goten looked at him oddly.
"What?" Goten asked.
"Nothing, you just remind me of one of my friends." Goten froze. Does he know?
"Uhh... who's this?" he asked nervously.
"My best friend Goten. A real great guy, I'd trust him with my life but not my wallet." Trunks grinned, starting the car, and Goten narrowed his eyes.
"Thanks a lot," Goten said, crossing his arms over his still flat chest. Trunks said nothing, but continued driving. He eventually pulled up into a high class, extremely expensive restaurant. It was called "Un Gout Du Soleil", which was french, and Goten didn't know what the hell it meant. "We're eating here?" he asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
"We're not dressed properly."
"That can be arranged." They both got out, Trunks oppening the door and 'Chiten' jumping out. As they walked up, they were stopped by a big man in a suit.
"Excuse me," he said in his deep, grumbling voice, "but you need reservations and money to eat here." Trunks frowned.
"Is that a way to talk to your president?" Trunks asked. The man tooked a closer look at the purple haire hottie, and gasped.
"Yes sir, Mr. Briefs sir! I beg your pardon, sir! Please, come in!" The man stepped aside, sweating furiously, allowing access. As they walked in, Goten's eyes grew very wide. It was beautiful inside, with plush black carpeting, solid redwood for the tables and the chairs, with the same black velvet cushions as the carpet. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling with white wax candles adornig each table, and each table held a fresh bouquet with flowers.
"Wow Trunks, this place is amazing!" Goten said. Suddently, three girls swarmed him and began to drag him off. "Wait, what is this? Trunks!" Goten screamed as he was brought into another room. Trunks waved, and went off into a separate room.
Fifteen minutes later, the two emerged, transformed. Trunks' hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a stylish black Armani tux, and a white shirt underneath, french cuffs and all. Trunks checked his watch, turned around and gasped. There was Chiten, in an amazing silk chiffon red dress that practically floated around her. The bust was low, and elegantly trimmed with silk ribbon, and the back plunged to dangerous levels. Adjorning her neck, ears and wrists, were some hefty looking diamonds. Her hair was up at the back, and she was blushing furiously, matching her red coloured lips. Trunks grinned.
"You look good in red," Trunks said as they made their way to their table. Everyone gaped at them. They had the best table, off to the side a bit. Goten began drooling. The sweet smell of delicious food hung in the air, and their table was already stacked with food. "I hope you don't mind, I already ordered." Goten nodded, not really hearing the other man's words, eyes fixed on the spread. He quickly sat down, and before Trunks could say anything else, Goten dug in. He started with a filet of salmon, and wolfed it down in one bite.
"MMM delicious! Man I never get to eat this good!" Goten said between bites. He slurped on some soup, some escargots, which he didn't know what it was, some capon chicken, and everything else on the table. Food went flying on the carpet and on Goten's face, and he just grabbed the food and shoved it into his mouth. Trunks looked on in horror.
"You sure do eat a lot," Trunks said, cringing. Goten blinked, looking up from his face, holding a huge beast leg by the bone, the meat halfway into his enormous mouth.
"Wuuh, I wowy we wike dish wooen I habn't weaden win a bile." Chiten said with her mouth full. Trunks raised his eyebrows.
"What?" He asked. Goten swallowed.
"I said," he began, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I only eat like this when I haven't eaten in a while." Trunks nodded, and watched, along with everyone in the restaurant, as the strange girl ate plate after plate of food, the chefs and waitors rushing around madly to fulfill the demi saiyajin's stomach needs. Goten ordered everything on the menu, and took it down the second it was brought to the table. Finally, as heaven's light pierced through the clouds, Goten's bottomless pit was temporarily satisfied. He sat back in his chair, holding his huge belly and smacking his lips.
"My Lord, that was possibly the best meal I've ever had the pleasure of tasting!" Goten licked his lips, smiling widely. He then noticed that Trunks hadn't even touched his meal. "Hey, aren't you gonna eat Trunks?" he asked.
"Uhh no, that's okay, I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry?! Normally you stuff your face like...!" Goten said as the words slipped out. He quickly covered her mouth, and giggled. "Oops, I don't know what I'm saying! Well then let's go!" Goten got up from his seat, acting all inocent, stretched and walked off to the front. Trunks just sat there in awe, slowly taking in everything he just saw. I could have sworn I just sensed Goten's ki... hmm... Trunks got up as well, avoiding the odd glaces, paid for the bill, and went outside to meet up with his date. She was no where to be seen. Suddently, someone jumped on him, knocking him down from behind. He then heard giggling, and looked up into the face of Chiten, who was playing with his hair, smiling seductively.
"Look what I've caught," Goten said softly, chuckling in his normal voice.
"Goten?" Trunks asked. Suddently, they were bombarded by flashing lights and clicking noises. A sneaky photographer caught them and was taking pictures like mad. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Trunks yelled, sitting up. The cameraman stopped shooting, and grinned at them. He was dressed in some awful red and pinstripe suit, with a whiter flower and all, with fancy black sunglasses, and black and white shoes.
"Ahh dahlings, you're just what I've been lookin' for," said the stange man. Goten and Trunks looked at each other.
"Uhh, what's that?" Trunks asked. The man grinned, laughing.
"Ahh dahlings, I want ya to become my models! I can see it now, you'll be in the magazines, on T.V., anything ya want! You'll be rich!"
"I'm already rich!"
"Now now, don't be modest, of course you're handsome enough. With a little fix up here and there... Perfect!" Goten shook his head. All of a sudded, a huge mob swarmed the two, shoving them in a huge limo and whisking them off to a huge building, the Fashion Extravaganza. They were both stripped out of their clothes, embarassed, and shoved into some little skimpy outfits. They were then carried away for makeup, powder smacked on their faces. The poor halfbreeds were then brought into a white room with a huge white cloth against one wall, cameras and lights everywhere, strange pictures of rabbits' profiles on the walls.... Goten and Trunks weren't really realizing what was happening, but when they saw each other, they nearly fainted.
"Trunks, what the hell are you wearing?" Goten asked, a strange floppy ear falling in his face.
"I could ask you the same!" said Trunks. Goten raised an eyebrow, and turned to look at himself in a mirror. He felt like he could die any moment. They had dressed him into a little playboy bunnie outfit. Complete with the white cuffs, tail, shoes, one piece black strapless suit, and ears! Trunks was dressed similarly, except he had short black shorts instead of the one piece. Goten gasped, becoming very aroused by the sight of the purple haired hottie wearing very little and dressed up like that, blushing very cutely. The cameras focused on them, and as they were about to shoot, one of them stopped.
"Playboy?! PLAYGIRL?!" Goten yelled, enraged that they even thought about taking pictures of his man half naked. Well, not his man yet, anyway. "Hey, what's wrong with the girl's suit?" one man asked. Goten raised an eyebrow, looked down at himself and freaked. A happy little tent above his thighs was right there to greet him. He quickly turned around, not wanting anyone, especially Trunks to see him like this.
"Excuse me miss, you have a very nice butt and all, but these are frontal shots, we want to see your uhh... face," another man at the cameras said. Goten quiverred, not knowing what to do. He was trapped, helpless! Trunks was still standing over there, covering himself as best he could do. Goten held back a whimper when he took a sniff of the air, noticing his alluring scent in the air, a sigh that he was turned on. Trunks semlled it, too, and turned to look at him curiously. Goten covered his crotch with his hand, laughing nervously. Kuso! What do I do? I gotta make a break for it, now!
Just then, before anyone could say anything, Goten took off, humiliated. The dressed-in-drag demi saiyajin ran for the doors that were blocked by two security guards. Using his pure force, Goten rammed through them, knocking them far away from his running form.
"If I ever live this down, I swear I'll tell Trunks the truth!" Goten hollored as he ran down the streets, feeling a little guilty about leaving Trunks behind, and a little embarassed at the looks his suit was causing.
*Un Gout du Soleil means A Taste of the Sun
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"......................" was all the two halfbreeds could say. They stared blankly at this god-forsaken book, wondering if they should stop reading now and save themselves, or continue to read it and further pervert their minds. After a long perioud of silence, Bra regained her composure and straightened, twisting loose strands of hair behind her ear, away from her paled face.
"Well... that's umm....... different," she stated.
"H-hai," Pan said, nodding her head. They both coughed, shaking off the mood. "So... what about that company that wants to take over Capsule Corp?" Bra shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe they died. Who knows?" *At this moment a scientist's head pops up from the book in a little cloud*
"No, we are all still alive! We will destroy you all!!!" it says before going away. Both girls sweatdrop.