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This is basically a Mirai Trunks/Marron get-together story, so if you don't like the idea, then don't keep reading and save yourself some time. And no, Pan is not defamed in any way just because she's not with Trunks. :P
A Better Place
By Faye Valentine/ Ariele Dawntreader
[Based on the concepts by Jess ]
One
It was early summer. The wind was light, but necessary to keep away the dry heat, and the sun shone across Marron's sleeping face. She looked angelic. Her golden hair was haloed in the whiteness of the sun's rays and the shade covered her closed eyes. She was sleeping on a recliner chair on the beach in front of the new summer house she was borrowing from her uncle. It was far away from city life, and far away from Kame house. Just perfect.
Her friends back at Satan City had begged her not to go, but rather to stay and enjoy the many barbeques and back-yard parties that were to be at Capsule Corps that summer; however, Marron did not relish in the idea of spending half her time with her recently ex-boyfriend, Trunks. Her parents had wished her well and said goodbye, being very nonchalant about the whole idea, and off she had gone. So there she was, and she was happy to be there. And then it happened.
Bang!
A startled Marron woke suddenly and looked behind her on the empty beach. Before her a knocked over machine of some sort lay on the grass/sand, and it looked to have someone inside. "Only me," she mumbled before moving slowly towards it. She stumbled on some rocks and swore quietly, and when she looked up, she saw none other than the purple-haired wonder lying on the sand, disheveled. But he looked different- his hair was longer and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a while. He had the same sexy look that Marron had always known to be apart of his demeanor, but this Trunks looked more rugged- like he had actually seen some serious battle damage before. He wore a jacket with the Capsule logo on it and ripped jeans. He was far too overdressed for this weather. Marron cocked her head in confusion. And then he stirred,
"Unnn… ugh," He reached a hand up to his head, but when he looked back at his hand there was blood- not much, but enough to make him sigh heavily. He closed his eyes again, leaning his head on a small rock. Marron said incredulously,
"Trunks? What the hell is going on? I haven't been out of your life for more than two months and you're going all freakish on me? What is this about?" She bent forward and helped him up. Mirai Trunks looked up at her as if she were insane,
"H-How did you know my name?" He accepted her aid and stood in front of her, breathing heavily. He was still trying to assess the situation. What had gone so wrong? He had just been trying to fix the malfunction- he must have hit a button or something. And why is there a hot blond standing before me in a bikini saying my name over and over again? Oh- "Yeah! What?" He rubbed the growing bump on his head. He hadn't heard a word she had said. He squinted as she continued.
"I said what the hell is going on? Why did you grow your hair and- and what are you wearing? It's June the twenty-fourth, for Dende's sake!" She poked him in the chest. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her. What was he thinking? She had asked her uncle to let her stay in this house to get away from everything, maybe meet someone new, and now- now-, she had to face her ex-boyfriend. Hadn't she put up with enough in just coming here?
Mirai stared before he could find his voice to speak, "Who are you? And why are you yelling at me? It's not polite to scream in people's ears after they've just accidentally time-traveled." He said indignantly. Marron's jaw dropped. And then realization hit Mirai. She looks like- He put himself on guard, "You look just like her! How didn't I see it before?"
Marron shook her head, sick of this dumb game already- "Look, if you have amnesia, you can go take care of it at the local hospital. Come inside with me, and I'll get you cleaned up, baka!" She took his arm, with a little resistance from the reluctant Mirai Trunks, and led him up the back steps of her uncle's summer home that was supposed to be a retreat house. I guess this blows my plans for a new start outside on the beach of this beautiful summer, meeting hot men, tanning, swimming, surfing…
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Marron let Mirai stumble into the sofa next to the sliding screen door just inside the house and trotted to the phone. She looked over at Trunks and glared, "I'm going to get rid of this problem once and for all!" She dialed Capsule Corps' house number and waited. Someone picked up,
"Yellow!"
Marron looked at the phone, Trunks, and back at the phone again. She shook it, looked at Trunks again and stayed silent, dumbfounded.
"Hello?" Trunks' voice asked flatly over the telephone.
"Um, is Bra there?" She bit her nails. Oh Dende… He must be- wow he looks good for how old he should be- Oh, Dende. Poor guy, no wonder why he reacted to me the way he did.
"Hey."
"Bra!"
"Marron?"
"Yeah. Listen. Is there any way you can get over here in like a really short amount of time?" She turned away from the bewildered Mirai Trunks and whispered, "I have Trunks here. But he's not- you know- well, our Trunks. He must be the Trunks from the other timeline that, well- Can you just come over?!"
"Sure, but it'll take me a few hours. I'm in the middle of something. Call Goten and ask him. He can fly, Mar. Member?" She glared in her father's direction, still mad that Vejita had not taught her how to fly in all these years.
"Good idea. Thanks," She paused and turned away from the Trunks that was seated on the couch and whispered, "But, Bra, you're coming over right?"
"Yah. Later," Bra hung up on her end and Marron sighed, putting the phone back on its base. She turned to Mirai,
"So, um, I'm going to go put some shorts on and then call my friend. He might be able to help you." She turned to head towards the steps when he stopped her with that insistent, gruff voice of his,
"Uh?" Trunks said awkwardly, "Juu- Juuhachigou." He said it uncertainly, realizing the differences between this woman and the android that was long dead in his timeline - her hair was longer and her eyes less cold to name a few. He began to worry at her silence when she turned around again.
"No," She sighed, "Marron. My name is Marron." She stuck out her hand, which he took hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, you just remind me so much of -"
"She's my mother." She said simply and shrugged. She smiled weakly and went upstairs to put on her shorts. Trunks wondered silently who in the hell her father was. His eyes widened when he remembered who hadn't been afraid of Juuhachigou when the Dragonballs had brought her back to life after Cell was defeated. But who knew what timeline this was?
When she came back down, Mirai Trunks was pacing slowly around the small den area near the door. He noticed her and went quickly towards her,
"Listen, Marron," He saw her sudden fear and realized he must have been staring at her too intently. His mother used to tell him how he would scare her sometimes with his gaze - must have been from his father's side. He tried to soften his expression, and started over again, "Marron, I'm not sure which timeline I've ended up in, and well, to get back, I need to talk to Bulma, or perhaps - Trunks. I'm not sure who you were planning on calling now, but can you help me talk to my… mother?" He became aware that he had been holding her by the shoulders, and he quickly let go, blushing. Why couldn't she have put a shirt on, too? Kami, she's hot.
"Well, I was about to call my friend, Goten. His brother is Gohan. Do you want to talk to him?" She looked down, "I - I was just on the phone to your.. Your sister, Bra. I'm sorry I didn't ask her to bring Bulma-san." It was her turn to blush.
"Gohan! Yes, I'll speak to Gohan. Thank you," He smiled and Marron suddenly wanted to melt. This was her chance. This was her adventure. Her parents and everyone else had adventures before she was born, and she wanted one, too. Sure, she had been turned into chocolate by Buu, but that wasn't her idea of a good adventure. He's just like my Trunks, but better. He's not a spoiled little brat who thinks only of himself and no one else…
"Good, I'll go call him," She dialed the Son residence quickly.
"Moshi moshi?" It was Pan who answered the phone. Marron flinched. Pan had been holding the relationship she had with Trunks against her for the past two years, and their friendship hadn't improved much since the breakup.
"Pan? It's Marron. Can I talk to your dad please?" She asked as politely as possible.
"My dad? What do want with my dad? You planning on fucking every man I hold dear now?" Pan snapped. Marron blinked a few times, shocked.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Pan. You've always been my friend. I'm sorry if you think I'm just some slut who wants to ruin your life!" She hung up the phone, thoroughly upset, and felt hot tears spill out of her eyes. She calmed herself down and turned back to Trunks, who was standing now, concern evident on his face,
"Marron?" He stared at her again.
"I- I can't get a hold of Gohan right now, Trunks. I'm s-sorry-" She turned away again, embarrassed by her tears of rage and sadness. Dende, what is wrong with me?
"Are you all right?" Trunks' perpetual lines on his forehead returned, confused. Marron whirled around again,
"I'm fine. Sorry about that, but your sister will be here soon anyway, so you'll be able to talk to Bulma-san soon." She smiled weakly and took his arm, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," She suggested, walking up the steps with him. "I'll lend you some of my uncle's clothes. He won't care." She led on, not noticing Trunks stiffen with the mention of her uncle, because he relaxed almost immediately with the feeling of her hand on his arm. She was so gentle and feminine. He was drawn to her, and he'd only just met her…
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