Short Summary: A plague sweeps across the globe and even in the mirai timeline. Friends and family are dropping like flies with the new viral disease. Marron/Mirai Trunks

A/N: This is my first fic and I'm co-writing it with my sister, Marron Babe. This is my first fic to be published on this site, so you are cautioned...:P

Disclaimer: I own nor make nothing from this, it is purely fiction.

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The heavy winds pushed against Kame House as the inhabitants inside looked on with worried eyes. On the couch, Yamcha lay gasping for air. "Get over here, Goku," whispered Krillin. From the kitchen his never aging wife and daughter stood. "What's wrong with him?" asked the eighteen year old Marron. Juuhachigou sighed heavily. "I don't know, honey." Yamcha's lips moved slowly to form words yet no sound was produced. Krillin leaned forward. His head jerked up and he turned to his wife. "Water! He needs water!" With Saiyan speed, Juuhachigou poured a glass of cool water and passed it to Krillin. Slowly Krillin poured the water into his sickly friend's mouth.

It wasn't seconds later when Yamcha began coughing once again. Marron stared on with teary eyes. He couldn't die. Yamcha was her practically her uncle, and if she lost him then she had no other relatives then her parents. "C'mon honey, you need your sleep." Marron jerked at the touch of her mother's ice cold hands. She glanced to the clock and shook her head. "I'm not sleepy," she whispered. It was nearly one in the morning and still Yamcha lay gasping for air. No one knew where Goku was while the rest of the Son boys were either on vacation (Gohan) or away at college (Goten). As for Vegeta, he could care less whether Yamcha were withering away or not. Bulma was just arriving.

"No Marron. You have your exams tomorrow." Marron glared irritably. Juuhachigou returned the intimidating scowl and pushed her daughter towards the bedrooms. "Puar needs some comforting anyway." Marron groaned. The blue feline was the last thing she wanted to be speaking with. "Mom, I'm not five anymore. Why can't I stay with Yamcha? I want to see what Bulma's going to say," she complained. Juuhachigou opened the door to her bedroom. She ignored her daughter's complaint and walked to Puar who was sleeping softly. "Now see? There wasn't anything to worry about."

Suddenly there was a cry from the living room. Puar's ears perked at the noise then twitched. "What was that?" squeaked the small cat. Marron glanced to her mother and Juuhachigou simply replied, "Bulma." The three raced into the living room to find Bulma crying softly in her hands as Krillin let his head hang low in sorrow. Master Roshi stared on behind his dark sunglasses. Puar flew to her companion's side. "Yamcha? Yamcha?!" she squealed. Marron glanced from each person in horror. Was it true? "He's really gone." Bulma seemed to answer Marron's mental question. Juuhachigou closed her eyes respectfully and placed a gentle hand upon Krillin's shoulder. Bulma looked up, wiping away her eyes. "We need to get him out of here." Marron watched quietly as they all began to lift the dead weight that was once her uncle. In her own arms, Puar sobbed uncontrollably. All Marron could do was pat her back occasionally and try with every ounce of energy to control her own tears.

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"I can't really explain it," whispered Bulma as she studied several sheets of paper. Each one had a different explanation for what had happened to Yamcha. World wide thousands were dying of an unexplainable viral infection. Bulma, being one of the world's top scientist, was of course hired to solve the sudden epidemic. Trunks walked in lazily while scratching his stomach. "Trunks, when you're in my office, could you at least wear a shirt?" snapped Bulma. He rubbed his bare belly once again. "Excuse me," he replied with a bit of sarcasm. Bulma glared at him. "Can't you go annoy your father? He needs someone to talk to and Bura's off at Pan's." Trunks cocked a lavender brow at her, ignoring the many co-workers surrounding his mother's at home office. A few of the younger women were drooling and Bulma shot them looks worthy of Vegeta.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go get ready," he mumbled. Bulma looked up once again, making sure no others were goggling her pride and joy. She passed out the reports and sighed. "Look over these this weekend and give me your thoughts. I have to go to a funeral." A few workers gave her sympathetic sighs while others offered their utter-most apologies. Bulma smiled a fake grin and left the room. "Vegeta!" she screeched. She walked into the living room to find both father and son staring blankly at the television. "Vegeta!" she spat out again. He gave her a sideways glance and grunted. "Get ready, the funeral's in two hours and I still have to pick up Bura." The front door slammed shut and then Bura stuck her head inside the doorway. "I'm already here, Mother." Bura's eyes lit up and she hugged her father. "Hi Daddy." He didn't hug back but mutter a greeting to her as she left. "Okay, that will give us time to pick up something to eat on the way. Now hurry up," ordered Bulma. Trunks and Vegeta pretended to rise before they both fell back onto the sofa and became re-absorbed in their show.

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Marron gave a low sigh as she rode in the back seat with Master Roshi. The house had been morbidly silent the past few days. The young blonde hated such silence and she had broken it several times by blarring her radio or watching some action packed movie to absorb some of the still silence. Juuhachigou had gone swimming and tanned while Master Roshi and Krillin practically pouted the entire time.

Marron smoothed her skirt softly and glanced out the window as they pulled up to the beautiful green cemetary. "Wow," she whispered at the sight of several dozens of people. The Chestnuts and Master Roshi made their way to the service and gathered beside the small group they knew. Chi Chi, Bulma and Juuhachigou hugged while Marron hugged Pan and Bura. "How ya hangin' in there?" asked Pan quietly. Her dark eyes sparkled brightly as tears tempted to fall. Marron shrugged, brushing back a silky blonde curl. "We'll get by." Bura glanced to Krillin as he talked quietly with Goku (who had been suddenly found at the disappearance of Yamcha's ki). "Your dad was pretty close to Yamcha, huh?" Marron nodded. "He was like a brother to Dad and an uncle to me." Marron turned to find Trunks and Goten heading her way. She had hoped they'd be here. "Hey guys," she whispered. The two embraced her in a bear hug. "Hey there, sweetie," smiled Goten as he squeezed tightly.

The two backed away and stared at their best friend. "How've you been doing?" asked Trunks. Marron smiled. "Alright considering." Before Goten could reply, the preacher called everyone to their places.

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The service went by with several sniffles and whimpers from various women who Marron knew had shared Yamcha's bed. Vegeta would glance around with a bored expression upon his face. Marron knew that the man really didn't care. She figured that the only way Yamcha's death had affected him was by hurting his wife. In a way, that may make Vegeta angry at Yamcha for causing his beloved pain. Marron hid a smirk at the thought. It was a sweet irony, Bulma and Vegeta's love. She sighed heavily as the service drew to an end.

Everyone but the Chestnuts seemed to finally head home or to the after service. The three stood there in total silence as Yamcha's coffin was buried. Out of the peaceful silence Satan City Sancturay held, a hoarse and gruff cough could be heard. Marron and Juuhachigou stared at Krillin with wide eyes as he continued to cough. "Daddy?" whimpered Marron as his heavy cough ended. He looked up with a bright red face. A lgiht sheen of perspiration glittered in the evening's light. "Let's get you to Bulma's," whispered Juuhachigou. Her face was terribly pale and her voice had quivered slightly. Marron gulped. She knew what her mother was thinking and she dare not agree with her.

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A/N: Well I hope you liked my first chapter. R/R, nice and polite criticism only please.