Hi it's me again who has been busy all along with my course works.

Disclaimers: I do not own Dragonball Z or Trunks or Marron

One bitter evening Marron mooched about the park, reflecting the love she has carefully shelved for years, and she never suspect that her seemingly forlorn desire wasn't forlorn at all.

Ribbons of snow begin to pelt overhead. Children, who are in there garish colored winter gear, make a crunching noise as they prance around a still roundabout, while cliques of teenagers perk up the air with their salacious gossips compounded with their ear-piercing cracklings. All of these eye candy sights interweave in that small park, studded by trees covered with fairy lights. But one soul goes astray.

"Maybe…until grave I'll never be able to tell him my real feelings for him."

She slipped out a tiny snippet from her pocket headlined: The Snitching of Trunks Briefs: The Ultimate Bachelor. The said write-up induces her in an untreatable pang.

"Dubbed as 'The Ultimate Bachelor' on earth Trunks Briefs, one of the heirs of the behemoth Capsule Corporation, has ignited the chatterbox's ravenousness ensuing his equivocal statement of hitching this year. The eyebrows roused after he exclusively and surreptitiously confessed that his 'sobriquet' is already at the stake'. It was not clear if he was just playing a monkey game or already showing a hand."

"He is rich, famous, highly-sought after, not to mention his saiyan powers and handsomeness too. That is why for the long queue of ladies who are undeniably a perfect match for him. Headstrong, witty, sophisticated all and crocheted together would formed a magnanimous edifice. He was not devised nor his education programmed to marry a woman like me, whom he still looks upon as a child."

She smilingly remembers his good-natured bantering, his ticklish guffawing whenever he will victoriously wrested the pink hat on her head, his frolics at making a twirled golden locks on her head and putting a starfish afterwards.

"Marron, learned to stall your preposterous dream because it will cost you nothing but a jilted heart. Accept by now that the man of all your dreams will never ever be yours! He is probably asking the hand of the woman he truly loves by now," Sighing, "On this romantic wintry evening and probably—

"Marron!"

Her heart almost flung out of her bosom, because the man that sponsored her top secret turmoil is here so near to touch.

"W-wwwhaatt… What are you doing here?" she stutters (Oh! Did he here my pathetic ramblings?!"

" I'm proposing to the culprit who put my sobriquet at the stake."

And without prior warning he clutched her hand, dug something out of his pocket, and made the most effulgent ring finger ever.