DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters mentioned - if I did, well, I wouldn't be putting this disclaimer up now would I?
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I love her. That's why I did it.
I could not help myself. I had to do whatever I could to take care of her.
I swore it.
I could not break my promise.
This was the only way, right?
The lavender haired man sat atop the roof and stared out into the starry abyss. His deep cerulean eyes concentrated on one star in particular.
"Trunks? Are you out there?" a woman called from inside the home. His home.
Is this still right?
Should I tell her the truth?
But she is happy now, why ruin that?
The woman popped her head out of the window and smiled up at him.
"Hey Turbo, what are you doing up there? You know I can't get up there!" she giggled. Trunks broke his gaze from the sky to meet her light blue eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Why don't you come down and think inside my bed?" Trunks smiled up at her as she pulled her head inside. He leaped into the simply decorated bedroom and plopped into the white down comforter covered bed. The soft pillows that he knew so well, called to him. They smelled like her. He was glad he came down.
The light went out and a streak of blonde hair dashed through the moonlight and hopped onto the bed. Trunks sighed.
"You are twenty six years old, you have a demi-saiyan in your bedroom, and you are still afraid of monsters under your bed?" The woman nestled into his arm and wrapped her slender arms around his torso. She giggled as he gently stroked her lower back. As he laid with her, he felt her heartbeat and breath slow into a steady pace. She twitched every now and then but her arms stayed wrapped around him. He smiled and smelled her hair. He loved her off-brand shampoo, whatever it was.
"I love you, Marron."
"….I love you too, Trunks."