Author's note: Hey people! This is another T/M fanfic so T/P fans, DON'T READ! Okay fine, if you really want to read then go ahead. But don't say I didn't warn you! And please don't leave me a message telling me how much I suck afterwards because that's just plain stupid. Now, enough of my blabbering, here's the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. Akira Toriyama does. So don't sue!
Chapter 1:
Marron sighed and sipped her coffee. It was three fifteen in
the morning and this was her 35th cup of coffee. She can't fell
asleep, she just can't. She has a major essay due tomorrow and if she doesn't
finish it, she was sure to fail English.
She stood up, went to the bathroom and washed her face. She
carefully combed her hair and picked up a light pink tube top that cling to her
figure nicely and a little miniskirt. She quickly slipped them on and applied a
thick layer of make-up on her face. For a moment, she doesn't even recognize
herself. Is that really Marron in that mirror? She thought, looking at
her reflection. Oh well, I need to have something to eat, that's all it
matters now.
She grabbed her keys and went out of her tiny apartment in Satan City, slamming the door shut behind her. Let's see, which bar should I go at this time of the day? She wondered.
Trunks glanced at his watch and saw that it said 1: 45. Good, he smiled, I still have about twenty minutes before that meeting starts. Might as well enjoy my freedom while it lasts. He kept walking through the busy streets of Satan City, there was really nothing to do but he didn't want to go back to that tiny prison cell of his inside the huge building of Capsule Corp.
He suddenly heard a voice sang, a voice that sounded a bit drunk.
"Old McDonald had a farm, hic, and on that farm he had a, hic, bird!" Trunks turned and looked around him, trying to locate where this voice had come from. Finally, he saw a girl lying on the steps in front of a bar. She has a beer bottle in one hand and is still singing, "On that farm, hic, he also has a donkey, hic!"
Trunks walked over to her. He didn't know why he did it but later, he was very glad that he did. He starred at the girl. She looked around 23 or 24. She has long blond hair and her face was covered with make-up. She was wearing a tiny pink top and a miniskirt despite the fact that it was middle autumn and the temperature was low. She saw him looking at her and smiled at him.
"What are you looking at?" She stood up and glared at him. Her smile vanished.
"Um," Trunks could feel his face turning red, he was not used to talking with girls. "What are you doing here?"
"Singing," she replied. "You got a problem with that?"
"Oh no, no problem at all."
Trunks was confused. "What do you mean?" He asked finally.
Then she looked at her watch and smiled at Trunks again. "Later, gotta run!" she said with a little awkward wave and stumbled away.
"Wait!" Trunks ran after her. "Where do you live?"
"25 Satan Road, apartment 5," she said and then she fainted right in his arms.
What can I do now? Trunks thought as he starred at the girl, then he knew the answer. "Hey! Hey, taxi!" he yelled at a taxi passing by. The taxi stopped and Trunks climbed in. "25 Satan Road, please," he said to the driver.
Trunks turned the knob and the door opened. She should really lock the door when she go out, he thought as he cracked opened the apartment door and peeked in. It was a mess inside. There were clothes everywhere, on the floor, on the small couch, and even on the small balcony. He kicked away the clothes and made his way inside the apartment, holding the fainted girl in his arms. He knew he was late for his meeting but oh well; hopefully, they would call his mother and have her fill in.
The girl moaned and stirred in his arms. She opened her eyes and let out a small scream. "Ah! Who are you?" she asked, struggling out of his grasp. "What do you want with me?"
"You fainted in front of that bar and I brought you home," Trunks told her. "Are you okay now? Okay, then I'll leave." He turned to walk away but he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Wait," came the girl's voice. "Stay for a cup of coffee please? Thank you for bring me home."
Trunks nodded. "Okay," Oh well, he thought to
himself, damn those meetings.
Author's note: You like it? Please review! I'll try to
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