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A/N: Hey guys and gals, I'm back with yet another T/P story! This isn't the original T/P story I wanted to post, but I honestly liked this T/P fic better than the other three I'm working on. This is my ninth story and I have to say I'm excited! Anyway, read, review and enjoy! This story will be updated based on the feedback I receive.

Title: Secrets, Lies, and Severed Trust.

Summary: Forced to marry Marron by blackmail, Trunks never received the opportunity to inform Pan of his feelings for her. So when and if the opportunity presents itself, will he confess and let out the secret he so desperately wants to reveal? Or will he stay forever stuck with Marron against his will?

Ages : Pan-21, Trunks-35, Goten-34, Bulla-24, Marron-29, Uub-29

Chapter 1: One-sided Love

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, do you take Marron as your beloved wife?"

Trunks hesitated to answer as he repeatedly clenched his fists discreetly, reminding himself that this had to be done. He couldn't escape this even if he tried too. And if he did, that meant that people would get hurt in the process and that's the last thing he wanted.

He glanced over at everyone that was sitting down watching, waiting for him to respond and sighed. This wasn't fair. Why should he be punished for a sin he didn't commit? Why should he have to be with someone he didn't even love? Why, now? He had plans for his self and a someone special. And that special someone was not Marron.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, do you take Marron as your beloved wife?," repeated the pastor, knocking Trunks out of his short trance.

Trunks shook his head from side to side as if to remove the thoughts from his head, "I...do."

"And do you, Marron Cheryl Chestnut, take Trunks Vegeta Briefs as your beloved husband?"

"I do."

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife and you may now kiss the bride."

Marron happily slid the ring on Trunks ring finger and Trunks slid the ring on Marron's finger afterwards, struggling with hesitation as well as other emotions as he did so.

Once that was finished Marron happily hugged Trunks and kissed him, not questioning it when he didn't respond.

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They were now sitting at their table, which was reserved for them only, watching the others dance and chat. Everyone finished up their toasts and everything that was usually required of a wedding reception was already performed and done.

"Isn't this great, honey? "

Trunks nodded distractedly, not really paying attention to his wife. Instead, his eyes were focused on one person and one person only: Pan.

She was leaning against the wall, separated from everyone else, with her arms crossed and her head tilted up towards the ceiling as if in deep thought.

He wondered what it was that seemed to have her so troubled. Usually when she isolated herself, something was wrong. He could read her like a book. Everything she did, was as clear as Baba's crystal ball. Maybe he should talk to her and see what was wrong.

He stood up and began walking towards Pan, feelings' of regret and hurt coursing throughout him, each step he took towards her.

He smiled lightly as he finally made it towards her, trying as hard as he could to fight his inner emotions from surfacing, "Hey Pan."

She drew her attention from the ceiling to Trunks, "Hey Trunks...congratulations by the way."

He just nodded, knowing that if he responded, something just might end up slipping. He pushed that last thought away before speaking, "So, what's bothering you? "

Pan looked at him and then looked away, before finally shrugging, "It's nothing."

"You don't have to lie to me, Pan. I'm here for you and I always will be, I promise. "

Just as Pan was about to speak, she was interrupted, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. "

Trunks rolled his eyes, "Actually,-"

"Good, I didn't think so," She turned towards Trunks, smiling sweetly, "I have to talk to you."

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle-"

"No, it can not."

She walked off and Trunks followed, already dreading whatever it was she had to say.

Once they were out of earshot, she spun around quickly as her eyes narrowed dangerously, the sweet smile she wore was gone and now replaced with a scowl, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Well, I was trying to have a conversation with the real woman of my dreams before you rudely interrupted-"

"Save it, Trunks. I may not be able to outdo you in strength, but you better remember the dirt I have on you. And this dirt can't be easily swept under the rug. You're married to my daughter now, so whatever ties you may have to Pan need to get cut."

Trunks growled, his eyes narrowed as well, "Whatever, 18. Just get out of my face. You've already done enough damage."

She smirked, "Just don't forget what I have on you. Keep my daughter happy and keep that 5,000 zeni rolling in monthly and I won't tell a soul."

He raked his hair in frustration, "Get out of my sight."

18 flipped her beautiful, short, blonde hair over her shoulder, "Gladly. "

She then walked off leaving a conflicted Trunks behind.

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Everyone parted ways after the reception ended, bidding the supposedly happy couple good luck and congratulating them once more.

While Gohan, Goku, Chi-Chi and the rest of the adults took off, heading to their own respective places and homes, the younger adults, Pan, Bulla, Goten and Uub, all decided to grab some drinks at a nearby club to celebrate their freedom.

"So, which club do you have in mind?," questioned Goten as he hopped in the passenger seat.

"Mostly likely 'Red Paradise'," answered Bulla as she got in her dark red Ferrari and closed the door behind her.

He nodded, "Cool.", he turned to look in the back seat, "I have a good amount of zeni on me. What about you Uub?"

"Huh? Oh, I have about 100 zeni on me."

Bulla rolled her eyes, "How many times do we have to go through this? I'm paying, it's not a big deal. All of you guys are my best friends, it's the least I can do."

"Thanks, B. You're the best."

She smirked, "Why thank you Goten."

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"We're finally here," Marron announced happily.

They were at one of the most expensive hotels in Japan. It was well known for it's tidiness, great food, and how well the customers were treated. Trunks paid for it all of course.

He simply nodded in response to her statement, choosing to remain silent as he walked in the hotel room and sat on the bed.

Marron closed the hotel door and approached him curiously, "Trunks, is something wrong? You've been acting weird all night. "

He scratched the back of his neck, "No, everything's fine. I'll just a little exhausted. "

"Oh, Okay. Well I'm going to take a shower. You're free to join me if you like."

"No," he yawned dramatically as he stretched his limbs, "Like I said, I'm a bit exhausted. "

Marron nodded her head, "Okay. Well, you go ahead and get some rest. We'll start our honeymoon tomorrow. "

He smiled, "Great."

She smiled back before entering the bathroom to take her shower.

Once he heard the shower water start running, he sighed before standing up and then pacing back and forth.

He needed to figure out how to get out of this. He couldn't stay with Marron for the rest of his life, he just couldn't. He wouldn't deny that Marron's a beautiful woman, but beautiful or not, he only had eyes for Pan. The only thing was, the only way to get Pan was to hurt others in the process. And he just couldn't bring himself to do that.

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Bulla watched as Pan turned down yet another guy that approached her and shook her head. Just what was she thinking? This night was suppose to be fun, nothing else.

She rolled her eyes before heading over towards her friend, "Pan? What's wrong?"

Pan chugged down another shot of alcohol before facing her friend, "I think you know what's wrong, Bulla."

"Is this because of Trunks? Pan, you have to let him go. He's married now. It's time to move on."

"I can't Bulla. I just love him too much."

"Pan, you like seriously need to let him go. You've been head over heels for him for over six or seven years now."

"Listen Bulla, I love him. What part don't you understand? You may give up on the ones you love, but I'm no quitter. And I won't give up hope and move on just yet. I won't stop loving him, Bulla."

She swallowed down one last shot, before paying the bartender and standing up, "I'm going home."

Bulla stared after Pan in shock and watched as she left before sinking her head into her hands and sighing.

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