Ok so I know that no one cares about DBZ anymore, but I really wanted to write this after watching the episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S where Monica and Chandler hook up. And as much as I love TrunksxGoten, TrunksxMarron needs more love. Please excuse my poor writing skills, I haven't written fan fiction in a million years. I hope you enjoy regardless!~
FYI the ages are:
Trunks: 32
Marron: 27
Bra: 21
Bulma: 65
Goten: 31
Marron was driving home from work on a dark, rainy afternoon. Or rather she had been sitting in traffic for about 20 minutes, while the sounds of car horns blasting rang through her head like the sounds of pesky mosquitoes. She wish she could just bat those mosquitoes away as every time she heard another one she grew more and more irritated. Her large brown eyes fixated on the large blue BMW in front of her, preparing her self to step on the gas the moment that car moved an inch. When it was clear though that they would't be moving anytime soon she gave up and decided to turn on the radio to ease her tension. The song "Missing You" by John Waite quietly filled her ears in alongside the horns.
A depressing song for a depressing day. she thought as she heaved a sigh and stared out the window. Images of her ex-boyfriend crept into her mind. I wonder what he's doing right now, maybe he's stuck in traffic, too, thinking about me and listening to this very song. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in the upholder next to her and startled her back to reality. A shred of hope glowed in her that it was the person who she was thinking about, texting her to tell her that he was missing her.
Instead, it was a text from her friend, Bra Briefs. It read 'When u get out of work, wanna go get coffees? :-)'. Marron hung her head and let out a sigh of disappointment, but she smiled because at least she knew her best friend would always cheer her up when she was feeling down.
'Of course, I'll meet u at starbucks in 15 mins. 3' She replied. A loud honk came from behind her car and Marron looked up to find the light had turned green.
~At Capsule Corp~
"Where's Bra?"
"She's out with Marron, why?", replied the scientist, Bulma Briefs, who was too preoccupied with drawing out her next invention to look at her son when she answered him. The son, Trunks, was grasping his cellphone in one hand and a large plate of food in the other.
"Honestly, I'm just bored, I have this whole week off from work and I don't know what to do with myself. Goten hasn't been answering the phone all day. And I don't have many other friends, at least ones I like anyway." Trunks scoffed as stood behind his mother, looking over her shoulder at her blueprints.
"Why don't you go train with your father? I think he's in the gravity room."
"I have nothing to train for," he said, placing his plate of food down on the table. "I'll just hang out with you here for a bit. Whatcha working on?"
"A new design for the next motorcycle model. It's still very much a work in progess though." Bulma smiled proudly at her work.
"Cool, mom. But I think it needs a seat?"
"Did I forget that? Oops! Guess I'm getting forgetful in my old age." The greying scientist sheepishly laughed.
Trunks chuckled, then looked down at his phone and saw that Goten had tried to call him back. He excused himself from to the living room and proceeded to get back to his friend. On the 5th ring Goten picked up.
"Hey!" Goten cheerfully greeted.
"Hey, man." Trunks replied, happy that he finally had someone to talk to who wasn't his parents.
"Listen, dude, I know you wanted to hang out tonight, but, uh, Valese really, really wanted to go catch a movie and, well, I-"
"Say no more, I got you, we can hang out next weekend."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Go be with your girl."
"You're the man, Trunks! See ya next weekend, buddy!"
"See ya..." Trunks said and hung up. He placed on hand on his hip and the other he used to pull his lavender hair out of his face. He let out a huge sigh and looked out the window to see all the rain. This isn't the first time Goten has stood him up to go be with his girlfriend. And being the CEO of a major company, Trunks didn't get much time off. It used to never bother him but the more it happens the more frustrated he gets. He was lonely.
And finally, as if an answer to his prayer, his younger sister had come home. At the very least, they could watch a movie together or play a board game.
"I'm back!" Bra shouted from the entry way of their enormous house. "And Marron's here, too!"
Oh great... thought Trunks. Bra won't want to hang out with me if Marron's here. Marron was a long time family friend of the Briefs', being the daughter of Bulma's friend Krillin. She used to play with Trunks and Goten a lot when they were all kids, but as she grew up she gravitated more towards Bra. Trunks used to pick on her, because she was so small; Goten would go along with it but for the most part he was much nicer to her than Trunks was. He greeted them, "Welcome back and hey, haven't seen you in a while, Mar."
"Hi Trunks, how're you?" Marron asked as Bra was busy shaking the rain off her Chanel umbrella.
"I'm alright, big time CEO, you know? Making the big money. You?"
Marron gave out a small laugh and smiled brightly. "As though you need anymore money. I'm still working at the magazine, I'm writing food reviews, now."
"Nice, nice." Trunks nodded, smiling back at the petite woman. "Here, I'll take your coat for you." Marron turned around and allowed the man to remove her coat. She felt his warm fingers accidentally brush against the side of her neck briefly. It felt nice to be in warmth after being out in the cold rain.
"Thank you..."
"Alright, come on Mar, let's go to my room." Bra beckoned.
"See you around, Trunks." Marron waved. Bra grabbed a few beers from the fridge and a bag of chips and the two disappear upstairs. Trunks continued to stand in the hallway, holding her coat.
She certainly grew up. But she's still the same old, cheerful Marron she always was. Even on a depressing day like this. The man thought and hung up her coat.
