Satisfied that he was safely unconcious, she knelt down next to him and swiped a few strands of hair from his eyes. 'God, he's gorgeous.' Her finger trailed his lower lip.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Goten suddenly flew up, smacking his head into the ceiling above. He stayed there for a few more moments and the girl stood under him while watching in wonder. Humans weren't supposed to do that...
She let out a small, feminine yip as Goten's body dropped from the ceiling and landed on her. She struggled to lift him off of herself but was unable too. Tired from exertion, she sat back down and panted since the move had shifted his weight to her lungs.
Goten found himself once again staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing with a million jumbled thoughts at once. 'There is a girl, WITH A TAIL!, named Goten under me wearing my clothes and-' he stopped short as she shifted and he was moved to her breasts and lungs. 'And apparently no bra...'
He grinned for a moment before wiping it away. The girl could be dangerous and that may just be a tool she was using to get him distracted. If that was what she was going for she was doing quite a good job.
Jumping up, he dusted his clothes off before looking at her without the distraction of insanity and unknown vile contents clogging his brain. She was quite attractive, with hair very much like his own. Her eyes matched his perfectly and they met for a moment. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought her to be himself if it weren't for the obvious physical differences.
His face inched towards her lowered body and he saw that their was quite a nice view down the front of her jersey from this angle...
"You perv!!" she shouted at him, slapping his head with her small fist. He chuckled as the lack of strength just tickled him. Then she punched him the gut and his laughter turned to gags. Man, could that girl throw a punch!
"Sorry," he wheezed, settling himself on the ground.
"Hmmph." She turned away from him and sat down on the bed.
Goten stayed in his position for a few more minutes before getting to his feet and sitting beside the girl.
"Really, I am. Forgive me," he asked with his lower lip jutting out in a pout. She nodded yes slowly and he smiled.
"Now, on to the main problem..."
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Goku sat on his couch, flipping through the multiple channels he was offered before turning it off and stretching his mucsles as he stood. he flipped on his speakers as he stood on his own porch and looked out at the Saturday morning that lay before him.
He sighed and sat on the edge of his brick patio. Turning, he saw that his son had woken up already because he could see movement through the bedroom curtains. He checked to see if anyone was around before he floated over to his sons patio and put his head up to the window.
"Perfect," Goku could make out his son saying.
"Now, just put these clothes on and we'll be on our way."
Goku's face turned bright red as he realized that his son had a naked girl in his bedroom. He didn't want to risk being seen and kneeled down to the floor.
"Why don't you just change in the bathroom and get you a jacket."
As Goten went to retrieve one, the telephone next to his bed began to ring and he answered it.
"Hello? Bra? Hi...I'm fine you?...Good, what?...Busy? no i'm now. Why?... Sure, I'll see you at eight then? great, bye."
Goten hung up the phone and smiled, then turned to the girl who'd just left his bedroom.
"Who was that?" she asked while putting on a pair of his tennis shoes.
"Oh, no one. Shall we go?"
"Of course."
Goku heard their door slam and slunk even lower to the ground, truly disappointed in his son. Hadn't he taught him better than that? A few minutes later, he dragged himself up and over to his own apartment, a plan beginning to form in his mind on teaching his son a lesson.
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Goten looked into his chocolate milkshake and swirled the straw a bit. The femme him was going to the bathroom. His eyes took in the surrounding outdoor cafe. It was nice enough, with flowers and fancy gates, but he didn't enjoy himself as much as he thought he would.
His thoughts were broken as she walked up and sat down at their table. She noticed his gaze and smiled at him before looking at the menu.
"So, what should I call you?" Goten asked, voicing the question that had been on his mind since their earlier conversation. Why he hadn't asked her before he didn't know. It would have fit into the conversation well. During said conversation, they had figured out that she was all the feminity he possesed transformed into a human form. It was still kinda weird for him. He decided that that was the vile's effects. That way, one part of him could be with one person and another part with the other.
There was a problem with this though. How long did this last? Would there be a female version of himself forever or just a couple of days? What other effects could this have? That's when they'd decided to visit the little store once again. The store owner had plenty of questions to answer.
"I thought that was obvious. When you asked me before the first name that came to my mind was Goten."
"No no no no. That won't work because my name's Goten and everybody knows me already. I can't just go around telling people my name's something different now. It's not that easy."
She glared at him for a moment before returning her gaze to the menu in a pridefull agreement. He stared at her for a moment and decided to come up with a name. She was right, though, he admitted mentally. Looking at her, it's hard to imagine her named anything but Goten.
"What about Neosan?" Goten suggested.
The girl smiled at him for a moment thinking it was a joke, then sobered when she saw that it wasn't.
"Neosan?"
"Yeah. It's kinda like my name, just with the some letters scrambled, removed, and changed," he explained.
"Right. Neosan it is. Now what do we do about our extra appendages?"
Goten's face was red as he stammered his reply. "Don't tell me you came with.."
"No, stupid. Our tails. We can't keep them around our waists all the time. We have to find someway to hide them without em' cramping up." As she said this, she rubbed the end of hers affectionatly.
He frowned. He hadn't wanted to think about that. It would be really hard to keep this fact hidden. Of course, he'd rather focus on how he was going to keep his tail hidden than how he was going to prevent her from becoming knowledge.
"Well, we could just say that we're models and it's something we're using for a future show."
"Hmm.. I suppose that could work. But what if I'm permanent? How are we going to explain them after it's been a couple of years?"
"Why don't we worry about that in a couple of years if your still here."
She shrugged her agreement and they ordered and ate their meal with little incident.
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Goten and Neosan entered his apartment an hour later, a few packages heavier and a few dollars lighter. The twins plopped down on the couch, exhausted from the long shopping trip.
"Now I remember why I haven't kept a girlfriend for awhile. My feet couldn't take it," Goten mumbled while rubbing his swollen feet.
"Trust me," Neosan replied. "It's not because of your inability to shop for long periods of time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, temporarily ignoring his feet.
"It means that your not doing anything to stimulate the female psyche, therefor, getting nothing in return in a relationship."
He gave her a blank stare and she sighed. Son men.
"Your not giving them a reason to stay. Everything you do is your idea and doesn't awaken the female urges. That's why."
"But how am I supposed to awaken this thingy."
"Goten," she said, closing her eyes. "I came from you. It means that this whole time you've had this knowledge, you've just been surpressing it."
"Because of my feelings for Trunks," he whispered.
"Yes. But those aren't truly all you feel because it's still there."
"Because of Bra."
"Exactly."
The two sat in silence for a few moments, allowing the new found knowledge to sink in. It didn't mean that much to the dark haired female. To her, she was merely there to help him sort out his feelings. There was no reason for her to feel any different.
Goten on the other hand, was a different story. This news was hard for him to process. How the hell was he supposed to change when even the subconcious him was messed up?
Leaning back, he looked towards the window and frowned. It was nearing nightime. He'd have to meet up with Bra soon.
"Great," he muttered, feeling as though he was awaiting an execution.
"What," his counterpart asked, not knowing of his previous thoughts.
"I have a date with Bra tonight."
"Why is this bad?"
"Because..." he said as though it were obvious. She didn't understand but decided not to push the subject. If she was supposed to help she should do something to cheer him up.
"Well, why don't we get you ready. You can't go out on a date looking like that."
Neosan grabbed his hand and began to drag him into the bathroom. She restrained the now flailing man as she turned on the bath and threw various liquids and soaps into it from a Bath and Body Works shopping bag.
"When did you get that?"
"Let's just say that the men at that store have a one track mind."
He gave her a funny look and she just smiled before she went to remove his clothes.
"What are you doing? I'm not helpless, I can change myself."
"Fine. Just be done in twenty minutes."
"Fine," he growled, frustration beginning to edge at his calm demeanor. "Do you think you could bring my clothes in here before you leave?"
"With how hot I have that water set? Don't you remember what happened yesterday?"
Goten looked at her before remembering the clingy material of his clothes. He blushed and closed the door.
Neosan waited a few moments before looking through Goten's closet to find somethind decent for him to wear. She looks in a drawer that a pants leg is sticking out of and finds several pairs of pants, all filled with rips and holes.
"Men can be such pigs sometimes."
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Trunks feet dragged behind him as he walked to corporate limo towards the front door of Capsule Corp. He was pushed against by two French-looking men with briefcases heading in the same direction as himself, only much faster.
"Hey-" he began, only to be pushed once again by two females this time.
"What's the big idea?!" Trunks demanded when he entered his home and slammed the door behind him. Bulma Briefs walked in from the other room shuffling envelopes before looking at her son.
"Bra has a date tonight."
"Oh..." Trunks loosened his ties and walked up to his room. This kind of thing was normal under those circumstances. Bra always had to look her best on a date. He snorted and checked his maching for any messages before changing into some sweatpants and tank before going to the kitchen in search of some food.
"Dad, do you know if mom went shopping today like I asked her?" Trunks asked from where his head was currently situated in the fridge.
"I don't know boy, you ask me. Isn't a fridge where food is usually kept," Vegeta retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Trunks glare was unseen saince his head remained in place. Grabbing a soda and pre-made sandwhich, he closed the door and headed back to his room.
"Trunks, is that you?" he heard his sister call. 'Great...' HE turned around to face where his sister stood, perfect as usual, in a bathrobe with people fumbling around her with blush brushes.
"Oh, good, it is. You'll never believe it!! The one guy that's never gone out with me before has finally agreed! Isn't that just wonderful?!" Trunks forced a smile. Yet one more conquest by the man kilelr Bra Briefs. If there wasn't a man she couldn't seduce he'd love to meet him.
It's not tha he held anything against his sister. It's just that the way she'd been itemizing men, and at such a young age too, was just beginning to really bug him.
"THat's great. Who's the lucky guy?" He asked, trying to put up a front to hide his inner disgust.
"Son Goten!!" she sang jumping up and down. In her victory dance, she missed the slight lack of emotion on Trunks' part. He couldn't believe it.
"Trunks are you okay?" Bra asked, taking a break in her celebration to ponder her brother's well being.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't you think Goten's a little old for you?"
She frowned at him before jabbing him in the chest.
"Your one to ponder age differences. Isn't it you who brought Pan, a girl FOURTEEN YEARS YOUNGER than you to the last years Capsule Gala? Hmm? Wasn't it?"
Trunks nodded slowly. So he had asked the Son girl to a dance. Big deal. She'd had fun, he'd had fun, it was fun. That hadn't stopped her from leaving with another guy though. She and his sister were quite alike in some ways, since both she and his sister had left with a guy other than the one they'd come with.
"Alright. Go ahead and have your fun. It's not my place to say who you can and can't date."
"Great. Tell dad not to wait up for me would you?" she asked over her shoulder as she jogged into her bedroom, six makeup artists trailing behind her. Like anyone could keep their father from waiting up for his little princess.
His face was downcast all the way to his room. How could this have happened? Why did Goten have to fall to his sister's defenses too? Why couldn't it be him having proffesionals sent in to get him looking perfect for a date with Goten?
"Life's such a bitch," he muttered to no one before laying on his bed. A few leaves blowing in the wind passed by his window and he flipped them off as a small way to vent his anger. What he needed now was to kick somethings ass. No boundries this time. No holding back.
He smirked before jumping off his bed and opening up his window. There was someone he needed to fight and talk with and he knew just the someone.
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Goku was working on the paper's crossword puzzle when he heard frantic pounding on his door. He lept to his feet and opened the door to a gasping Trunks.
The young boy looked at him and his eyes said it all. Goku nodded and reached for his jacket.
"Ready?"
Trunks nodded back and the two ran to the roof and flew to a safer place.
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"Damn," Goku gasped, going to rest on a nearby rock as he wiped the stream of blood that was trickling from a scrape on his forehead. Trunks chuckled from beside him as he nursed his own wounds.
"I didn't know you had it in you."
"Well, neither does my father. Don't tell okay? It's something I'd rather him not know."
Goku looked at him in surprise.
"Why not?"
Trunks turned away and didn't answer him for a moment.
"On Vegeta-sei, my father had everything going for him. He had the throne, his choice of any mate within his own class, pride, respect, everything he needed. Then it was lost and now he's forced to live with two half saiyans and near to another full saiyan who's in one of the lowest social classes the planet had. All he has left now is his pride, at least what's left of it now that you've kicked his ass so much," Trunks joked. "I just can't be the one to take that away from him."
Goku nodded for a moment and looked to the moon that now shone brightly in the crisp autumn air.
"He'd be very proud of you."
Trunks ignored the question. His father wasn't what he'd come to talk about.
"Goku, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Sure, Trunks. Whatever you want to talk about, I'm all ears."
He turned expectant eyes towards the younger boy and crossed his legs as he waited. Trunks sighed before facing him.
"Well..." Trunks scratched the back of his head. Explaining the problem was going to be harder than he'd thought...
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Goten stared at the small fishes that were drawn around his tub and patterned on his shower curtain. The plastic-material felt oddly comforting in the dilemma he found himself in.
He blew out a breath of air and took a deep breath before submerging himself under the water until only his nose and eyes were visible above the water. He glared at the bubbles as he blew them from underneath the surface as though they could solve his problems.
He suddenly sensed Trunks ki, flared way past it's normal level nearby and he was so alarmed he breathed in a gulpful of water. Coughing and sputtering, Goten pulled himself out and by the time his senses came back to him, Trunks ki was gone.
"Great," he muttered in the silence of the bathroom. "Now, I'm hallucinating. Is that a bad sign?"
Goten tried to relax for a few more minutes but finally deciding it useless, he got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Neosan? You in here he?" he asked as his eyes searched the darkened room. He took a few cautious steps into the room before he was blinded by the brilliance of new light bulb being turned on from his bedroom light.
"Gah, I'm blind," he whined, trying to blink away the white spots that kept flashing before his eyes. He could feel her small arms pulling him towards the bed, then leaving him sitting while she fumbled around with some clothes.
"What are you doing now?"
The spots were beginning to dissapear and he could recognize the small form of her bent over with her tail swinging slowly behind her.
"I'm getting you some clothes. I know I put them somewhere. Ah..ha! Here it is." Neosan stood and held out her choice a foot ahead of her, her face all grins.
Even though Goten loved the outfit on the inside, he thought he might torture the girl a tad, make her question her choice. He stood and began to poke at the outfit and stare with inspective eyes.
"Well, it's a very good choice. I'm proud of you Neosan."
She smiled and slightly blushed at the comment before stammering something about waiting in the living room while he got changed. She tried to walk past him, but he stopped her so he could give her a small peck on the cheek.
"Thank you," he whispered near her ear before letting her leave. He chuckled softly at her as she tripped over herself on the way out.
Goten dropped the towel to the floor and kicked it to the side before grabbing hold of the black silk button up shirt she'd laid out for him and put it on. The shirt was slightly casual because it was longer than a normal one, giving off an 'I don't care' kind of look. He inspected himself in the already inspected shirt and smiled. 'I didn't know I had such good taste.'
After a few seconds of basking in his own ego, Goten returned to getting dressed. The pants were a tight-fitting khaki, a pair he didn't know he'd owned. 'That must be why she stopped at the guys department store.'
"Huh," he voiced aloud as he spotted the wrapped present and bottle of cologne laying by his shoes. On top of the pair was a small card with hurried letters.
Hey Goten. I just thought it would give you a better chance if you gave her something nice. And wear the cologne. Inside your pants pocket is a small list of topics for you to use while talking with her over dinner. I wrote you this because I had to pick myself up some dinner of my own so I won't be in the other room. Have fun and don't mess up too bad. I'll see you when you get home. - Neo
He smiled at the small card before putting on his shoes and spraying himself with some of the cologne. It had a nice zing to it.
"Zing? Where the hell did that come from?"
Shaking his head, he grabbed the present and his coat, and walked out the door.
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Neosan walked into the quiet apartment, dropping the keys on the kitchen table along with the pizza before turning on the lights. The few above the kitchen counter burned slightly fuzzy and she grabbed a plate of food.
"That smells SO good," she sang to herself while grabbing a few pieces out of the cardboard box.
About fifteen minutes later, Neosan patted her full stomach and threw the now empty pizza box into the garbage can. Her gaze drifted over towards Goten's bedroom door that still hung open.
"Maybe I'll get changed and go to bed." She yawned and stretched before getting up and walking into the dark, silent bedroom. She was just slipping on her new silk slip pajamas when she had the urge to look out the window.
She looked out at the hundreds of stars that filled the sky shoe brightly under the light that came from the quarter moon.
"Wow." Neosan had never seen the moon or stars before and it was awe-inspiring. She jumped onto the railing of the patio and rested a crossed one foot while allowing the other to dangle freely seven stories above the cars and city below.
She heard the bedroom door open and turned, the moonlight giving her skin and hair a mystical and un-natural appearence.
And that's how he found her.
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