Author's Note: I just wanted to say this is my first story in some time and I just wanted to thank everyone who is taking the time to read it. I do plan on this fic having a rather dark undertone, so I hope that doesn't scare of any potential readers. As a disclaimer, none of the Dragon Ball characters used in this story are mine and therefore I do not own them.

...So I was having my friend read over this chapter and next chapter for errors, and right after starting to read this he was like, dude, do you realize you have Bra, Trunks' sister. So, I don't know why, but when I was thinking Marron, I wrote Bra. I have however went back and fixed the mistake in this chapter and corrected it in the second chapter as well. Also, thanks Ladybugg for also noticing. I'm sure most of you were like, what the hell, why does he have Trunks dating Bra. Yeah, I feel extremely stupid but for whatever reason, when i was thinking Marron when I typed Bra. So before I post my second chapter, you may wish to re-read with the corrections please feel free. But damn, do I ever feel stupid.

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This tale begins a little after a happier tale would have ended…

Trunks, a young man still in his early twenties, sat in his airplane seat with eyes darkened by a settling truth. His seat was in the back of coach, tucked against the window and far from the hustle of the aisle. He was currently alone in this exile as the seats surrounding him were unoccupied by any possibly intruding airline patrons. On this long, oversea night flight, the one solace that Trunks found was in the relatively few passengers that were making this journey, as he was in no mood for large crowds and talkative nobodies trying to make harmless small talk.

"Sir, can I interest you in a refreshment of some kind?" asked the stewardess politely as she caught the brooding Trunks off guard.

He jumped slightly at being startled by her unintentional intrusion. His dark eyes flashed towards her from behind the black framed glasses that attempted to hide them in the shadows they cast. "No thank you miss. I don't believe any of your snacks are capable of refreshing my spirit," Trunks said with a tinge in his voice that made the flight attendant's head cock slightly to the side. Though he was trying to be humorous in his comment, she somehow seemed to see through the façade.

Her eyes softened as she stared deep into the young man's vision of sadness. She took in the puffiness and the shadowed entrapments that hid with the help of his long lavender locks. Not to pry into his guarded time any farther, she simply said, "Smile." With that, she was on her way down the aisle pushing her cart.

Trunks watched as the well-aged stewardess pushed her refreshment cart leisurely down the aisle towards the next nearest passenger. She asked a heavyset man, some three rows in front of himself the same politely rehearsed question he had just heard. He let her air of seemingly universal kindness sweep over him, and well, couldn't stop himself from letting a smile escape. It was merely a slight smile that cracked the sadness of his lips but it was the first time he had smiled in several days now.

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In the back of his scariest thoughts, he feared it was coming before his eyes actually betrayed him, but still he's heart hoped against his head. If he had not let himself hope so greatly for a love that obviously had no interest in him, perhaps his heart wouldn't fill so dashed and ripped into pieces.

True, Trunks and Marron's love hadn't been easy or perfect all the time and had in fact been quite trying and difficult. To say that their love had a tumultuous beginning would only begin to describe their romantic tale. However, through steady dedication to a love they had stitched together, he felt that everything had finally come together to form his storybook ending. Yet, fairytales are often fickle fates that never really seem to find fruition. The bitter truth of this found Trunks' eyes when he discovered Marron in bed with a friend of hers she had known for several years.

It's an awful thing for any fooled lover to discover, the woman whom he had spent weeks searching for the perfect ring to endow her finger, was now sleeping naked and entwined with a man other than himself. Their clothes and several bottles of wine were easy to find littered throughout Trunks' apartment. By the time he had made his way to the bedroom, his fingertips were cold from clutching the neck of the chilled bottle of wine and from the devastating sight before him, so when it slipped from his grasp it was of no true surprise to him. Along with the bottle crashing to the floor was a small, black velvet box.

Trunks turned on his heels as the bottle broke, waking Marron and her sleeping companion, as the box tumbled across the floor and opened itself only to lies.

Marron's head was still spinning as she snaps up quickly from the bed with the sheet tucked around her curvy nude form. Her eyes blink haphazardly as she tries to take in the familiar ghost who was now heading hastily towards the door.

"Trunks!" she cries out in vein before hearing the door close behind him. Marron's gaze falls to the floor of the entrance of the bedroom where she notices the shattered wine bottle and it's now hundreds of lonely pieces scattered across the dark hardwood floor. The crimson liquid runs from the broken bottle to the wide-open black box. The wine bathes the diamond ring and stains the trademark of eternity with bitter betrayal. Marron's eyes widen like never before, "Trunks…" she barely whispers as her back falls against the wall and slumps down to the floor, her blonde hair hanging in dismay around her.

For the following few days Trunks stayed with a friend of his from the University. He had to try to straighten out his head from the massive mess that had just been made of his love life. He had just days ago finished the last exam of his collegiate career and the graduation ceremony was a mere week away. Yet, now he felt like it was all for not. He had just lost the person he wanted to share a lifetime with. The only decision he could make was the one to skip his own graduation and skip town. Heading back home to his family and good friends just seemed safe. They had always been there for all the hardships and he knew they would always continue to be. It would just be an interesting conversation to have with his parents as to why he was home.

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The flight overseas was a long reflective one. His thoughts were often of Marron despite his best efforts. When he was finally able to quiet his mind enough to fall asleep, it was only for a brief time, because soon after, the plane's captain announced they would be landing shortly.

'It won't be long till Marron and the betrayal is an ocean away,' Trunks thought to himself, 'Only if I could leave the memories of her across the sea as well.' Yet he knew that they would haunt him now and for the future. 'Only if… Only if I could make myself forget such things, erase such memories.'

The morning was still very young when Trunk's flight finally touched down, with the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon. Thankfully, for his current impatience and anxiousness, the runway was clear and they had no wait when docking. The plane coasted up to the docking terminal and the pilot made quick work of securing to the terminal.

At the first opportunity, Trunks reached for his carry-on luggage and made for the exit. As he stepped through the open hatch of the plane and onto the terminal the stewardess from before flashed him a glance that gathered his attention. She wore a half-smile and her eyes offered him empathy. "Smile," again was all she said as he exited the plane. With that final glance, he was through the opening and walking down the exit ramp.

'I wish I had something to smile about,' Trunks thought with a sigh as he made his way through the gate and into the main walkway of the airport. He walked hastily through the crowds, passing the baggage pick-up as he went. There wasn't any chance Trunks had gone back to that scar filled apartment to pack things before heading out. In fact, as soon as his mind was made to escape, that's exactly what he did, leaving all memory-engraved possessions behind.

Most would still consider this early in the morning, so though the crowds were present, they were a bit thinner than one may expect to find at an airport. Trunks kept his head and gaze low as he navigated through the forgettable faces. Therefore, he shouldn't have been surprised when he bumped into another who was paying as little attention as he.

"Sorry," Trunks muttered as his shoulder recoiled from the collision. He didn't say another word as he hurriedly readjusted his glasses back on to the bridge of his nose. He never raised his eyes to see whom he had rudely crashed into before quickly continuing on his way.

The raven-haired beauty that had nearly lost her balance in the collision was in a state of awed shock. Her lovely form was rigid as she watched a lavender locked memory walk steadily away from her. Her dark, captivating eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief as the tall, well-framed figure disappeared into the bustle. Her foot instinctively took a step toward pursuing him, her mouth parting to call out after him. Yet alas, it was too late, he was already gone…again.

"Pan!" cried a voice from a man who gently grabbed her arm from behind, making her jump slightly.

"What happened to you? We have to go Pan or else were going to miss our flight!" said a hasty voice emanating from a stocky man. The man had short dark brown hair which was styled to spike up a little in the front and whose height was just below average. His skin had a dark bronze tone that complemented his well-dressed state. He was rarely seen not wearing a pair of expensive slacks and an equally expensive collared shirt.

Pan continued to stand there in a far off awe for a moment more before replying with a sigh, "You're right Jason, let's go."

With that, her silky raven hair whipped about as she spun swiftly around and continued on her way to her departure gate. She paused only once more before walking through the gate and onto the ramp. Her eyes searched the faces for the one she had known, but finally conceded and stepped through the gate.

Trunks hastened his pace after his accidental encounter. 'Way to go Trunks,' he thought to himself, 'You're trying not to draw attention to yourself and what do you go do? You crash into someone.'

Trunks lectured himself about remaining inconspicuous because when you're a member of the prestigious Brief's family, who owns the renown Capsule Corporation, people know who you are. Especially the handsome young Trunks, who is expected to inherit the company from his enterprising mother, Bulma. So if even one person was to recognize him and say something to the crowd, Trunks would be hard pressed to maneuver through questioning masses. He was far from the mood of living up to the celebrity of being Capsule Corporation's heir. All he wanted was to be home and soon.

As Trunks walked through the doors of the airport and out into the dawn, his senses were met with a cool flowing breeze. He stood there for a moment as the cool air kissed at his face, before rising slowly from the ground and then jetting towards the Capsule compound. He could have continued to let his powers remain latent and whistled for a cab to take him home, similar to the fact he took a plane ride across the ocean instead of just flying himself, which would have been far faster. At this point, he really just didn't care if anyone felt his power surge as he took flight, he was so close to home.

As he touched down in front of the door to the compound, he did so to the presence of his father standing behind on open door. He had obviously felt Trunks' fluctuation in energy when he started flying.

"Boy! What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the University waiting for our arrival?" Vegeta proclaimed with his muscular arms folded across his bare, battle-scarred chest. The short, black-haired saiyan stood there in only gray sweat pants as he tapped his foot waiting for a response.

"Father," Trunks started as he eased his way past Vegeta and into a large living area. "The reason I'm home has to do with Marron. I hope you understand when I say I don't really want to talk about the details. I thought about holding out and staying for graduation but I just couldn't."

Vegeta stood there for several seconds taking in his son, the drooping head and the tears that seemed to be hanging in his eyes but begging not to fall just yet. Not while he, his father, was there. Vegeta could see some of his own pride in his son now and again. "Son, I will not question you further. However, realize that your mother is still your mother, and when she finds out you're here, well…"

"Yes, I know. But I will just have to deal with that train wreck when it happens."

"Okay, well I'm going to the gravitational room for training," and with that, Vegeta patted his son on the shoulder and left the room.

Trunks smiled, as he knew his father was giving him a few hours of peace before his mother was to find out he was unexpectedly home. He never knew Vegeta to lie to Bulma, so he was sure to tell her that her only son was back home, but if he just avoided her for a while by training he could give Trunks a few hours to collect his thoughts and find some peace.

Trunks strolled quickly down the long hallways and up the familiar stairs so that hopefully no one would see him on his way to his old bedroom. He turned the doorknob to his old room and was greeted by the sights and smells he had left four years ago. His old worn bed never looked so comfortable as he plopped down upon it. He stretched out his arms before interlocking his fingers behind his head and resting upon them. Trunks' mind searched for ways to understand what had happened and how to explain everything to his mother. His eyelids closed slowly and slumber snuck upon him, and before he knew it, Trunks was lost to the torments that awaited him in his dreams…

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Author's Note: Again, my thanks for taking the time to read this first chapter. I live a rather busy life, but I will try my best to have new chapters up ever so often. Please, please review and tell me what you thought, and I'm hoping this first chapter wasn't riddled with too many errors.

I hopefully repaired some more of the errors, especially the name error. If I didn't, someone please tell me so I can go and fix it. I really feel stupid for making such a mistake. I really can't believe I made it. But anyways, hopefully the story sounds less awkard now. Thanks everybody.