Pacts
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
Chapter 1
"Hey.. Goten?"
"What?"
"Have you ever heard of a.. suicide pact?"
"Sure I have. Why?"
"Well.. have you ever thought of doing it?"
"Committing suicide? Naw, I kinda like my life, y'know?"
"Yeah.. sure I do.."
Marron took Goten's hand into her own and squeezed it. He looked at her intensely, trying to guess what was going through her twisted little mind. He squeezed back, but only slightly. He didn't want to hurt her, he just wanted her to feel his reaction. She half-smiled meekly and let his hand drop from hers onto the bed.
"Doubt Trunks would appreciate us holding hands like that.." She laughed in spite of herself, no doubt playing the mental images in her mind. Although, they both knew it wouldn't be funny if it really did happen. They were both sprawled out on his bed awaiting his return. There was no doubt that the two of them holding hands on their best friend's bed may look a little suspicious. Marron shifted her weight uncomfortably and crossed her legs.
"Marron, what's up? You've been so sad lately." Goten was concerned, but he didn't want to scare her away. He figured the best way to go about things with Marron was to bring them up slowly and let her answer on her own terms. It used to annoy him that everyone felt that it was necessary to baby Marron, however, he found that not even he himself could help it. She looked up at him and furrowed her brow slightly.
"Hey, don't worry about me, Goten. I'm fine. I've got Trunks, y'know. He can take care of me, you don't have to try so hard." She smiled at him and pulled a knee to her chest to rest her chin on it.
"I'm not trying to take care of you. I'm your friend, and if I'm wrong about you feeling sad lately, I want you to tell me so I don't have to worry so much. Friends worry about friends. You can't help that, can you?" He tried again. Marron shrugged her shoulders slightly and shook her head as if to say "I can't hear you, lalalalala". Goten sighed and slowly got to his feet. "Well, fine, then, if nothing's wrong, I have to get going to class." To his surprise Marron laughed.
"Well, aren't we studious. You know, just because I decided not to go immediately to college after high school doesn't make you better than me."
Goten scowled at her, "I've never said such a thing. Trunks is the one who throws that in both of our faces. He's Mr. University. I just take a few classes here and there at the local community college. Don't take your woes out on me instead of your boyfriend. I don't appreciate it."
Marron shrugged again and sighed. She didn't say anything back, so he decided to take his leave. He shut the door behind him and heard her lay back on the bed and start to hum a sad tune. What is her problem? She's never been this depressed. Does she want to go to school that badly? I should probably talk to Trunks about it, I guess.
As Goten proceeded towards the exit, Bulma bustled passed him in the direction of Trunks' room. He was about to warn her that Marron was in there when she heard his bedroom door slam. Bulma's screams and Marron's weeping followed him all the way out the door and to his car. He dared not get between the two women, although the overwhelming urge to eavesdrop was becoming terribly strong. He concentrated on getting his things into his car. They could still be heard over the roar of his engine as he left the Capsule Corporation property.
Oh dear.
