Authors Note: Hey there, beautiful people. Well, here I am and here's my story. It's Gohan/Marron, obviously and it's going to be told from Gohan's POV. I am redoing this chapter (and possibly the rest of them as well), since I have noticed some typos and other things I would like to fix. I hope you all enjoy it and please review! Thanks!!
I sat on top of my desk as the new students situated themselves. By the looks of them, the majority of them were fresh from high school and the rest were in their late thirties. It was going to be a typical, boring semester.
I glanced at the clock and decided to start. Standing up, I caught some of the student's attention and they quieted down a bit. "Welcome to English 203. I am Mr. Son and you will be spending the nest nine weeks in here with me. The primary focus of this class is developing further on basic writing skills and the idea of the 'thesis.' "
Some students raised their eyebrows and some just stared at me blankly; no new reactions there. I opened my mouth to continue when the door opened and another student entered the room along with a billowing gust of wind and snow.
The young girl walked in, brushed the snow off her jacket and sat down in the back quickly. She looked up at me through light-framed sunglasses and smiled weakly. A barely audible "Sorry, won't happen again" floated up from the recesses of her snow jacket.
I nodded and decided to continue. "We will also cover your general essay writing skills as well as literature. There will be homework and projects, so if you're not up to it, I suggest you find a new course as soon as you can."
The rest of the two and a half hours went on as planned, with me going over the class syllabus for the semester and finally handing out the coursework for the night, earning sighs of dissatisfaction.
The newer student intrigued me though; she had not yet removed her sunglasses and began looking over the paper with, from what I could see, interest.
I walked over to her and placed my hand on her table. "Do you have any questions about the assignment?" She looked up and I could spot a shade of blue from behind her glasses.
"Umm… no. But thanks. It seems pretty straightforward." She paused. "Sorry I was late… I'm sorta new in town and had a hard time finding the place" Her voice was gentle, but had a large amount of confidence in it. It was also almost familiar.
"You always wear sunglasses in snowstorms?" I couldn't help it; it was one of my pet peeves.
She smiled and removed her glasses, revealing a set of cerulean eyes. "That better?"
My arm buckled and I nearly fell over it onto her desk. Unless I was mistaken… "What's your name again? I missed it."
"That's because I didn't give it." She smiled and began to fiddle with her hair, which was pulled back into a long golden ponytail. "It's Maz. Marron, whatever you find easier to remember." She narrowed her eyes slightly and I was sure she remembered me.
"Gohan?"
I nodded before looking around. The class was still working on their homework but I was sure they weren't so into the work to refuse eavesdropping.
"It's 6:45, so why don't we wrap it up and I will see you guys later. Unless you all decide to drop the course, and I hope you don't, I'll see most of you on Thursday." The class slowly filtered back into the snowstorm, with most of the boys giving Marron interested glances.
She looked great; I hadn't seen her in nearly two years… since her wedding with Trunks. Not like that was a subject I should bring up; the poor girl had had enough hardship without my help.
She glanced up at me and somehow I knew that she really had no one to keep her company. Had she left everything and moved where she wouldn't know anyone?
"Hey, there's a coffee place not far from here. You wanna go grab a mocha or something?"
She smiled before grabbing her bag and standing up. "Sure, but am I really that pathetic?" She smirked. She must have expected an untruthful answer, so she waved it off with the whoosh of a delicately manicured hand. "Let's go; I'll follow you."
We walked out to the parking lot and I waited for her to climb into a small pickup before I turned on my Jeep and put on my seat belt. I cranked up the heater and pulled out of the icy parking lot.
She followed me to the small café and pulled a pink jacket around her body before getting out of the car and following me inside.
Once we had escaped the blinding winds of the winter street, we sat down at a table and got to talking.
"I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first." I smirked over my latte while she sipped her iced mocha. Why iced? I'll never know. Looking her over, I realized for the first time that she really didn't look anything like she used to.
Her hair had grown quite a lot and her once full figure from high school was now slender with just the right curves. She was wearing a black tank top under her jacket and faded blue jeans with black boots of some sort.
She must have felt me looking at her, because she blushed and looked at her cup. "I'm a little different than I was… but I guess I had to change."
"So… why did you move here, exactly…? There's not a whole lot to do here." As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back.
She raised an eyebrow. "Trunks, mostly. I needed to get out of the Capsule Corp-run city. I needed to get away from everything I knew."
Her divorce had been more or less publicized, thanks to Trunks popularity in the public view. She could have easily taken all he had worked for, had she not been a better type of person.
I heard most of the news from my mother and Goten, who had always been very close to Maz. He seemed to think that their divorce was the product of bad communications and not Trunks being disloyal to his wife.
Whatever the case was, Marron had been the adult in the situation and left the city as soon as she could, making sure to tell no one where she was headed except for a few select friends who included my daughter (who was sworn to secrecy, I'm sure, and I would ask her about it later).
"I could have stayed, I suppose. Bulma and Bura still tried to talk to me… but I think I mastered the art of not answering my phone." Marron looked determinedly into her coffee cup. "I couldn't stay though." She sighed "I had to move on"."
And that was how my relationship with Marron Chestnut began. She had no regrets, but many aspirations and twice as many hopes. She was so much more than she once was and now that I was older, I could finally see that.
Author's Note: Ok, that was all for chapter one. I should mention, though, that Marron is half-android (like in the show) and Gohan is half Saiyjin… everyone is pretty much the same as in the show. Ummm, Marron is 20, Gohan is 32, Pan is 18, Trunks is 23, Bura is 21 and Goten is 21. Yes, I do understand the whole age thing. Yeah, I think that's it! I hope you enjoyed it and please review! Thanks