Turning Tide
*****
Summary: On vacation to the south, Trunks never thought he'd end up bunking with a child hood friend. He finds, though, that Marron's not the little girl who he had given piggy back rides. He'd always felt like a brother to her. But, now, he's feeling things no brother should be feeling.
*****
Disclaimer: I don't think I've heard of anything else like this, and to tell you the truth, I'm proud of that. I doubt this in the first place, but no one still my idea, got that? I want to be original in some ways, and this is one. I also will have a separate copy of this on media minor, and a remix at fiction post, so if you see anything remotely the same, it's just me. Oh! And, no I don't own dbz/gt.
*****
A/N: I am so sincerely sorry for not updating this sooner!! I truly would've if I could have, but there's school and my art and that stupid laziness that keeps biting me in the butt!!! But thank you, every single one of your people who reviewed. It means so much to me to know that there are those who like to read my writing, and I'm so dearly grateful to you all. And to LilOrlisDemon for figuring out the song! Yes, Margaritaville!! I love that song, you know you do too. There's no music trivia in this Chapter, I'm afraid, in fact… there's not much of anything! Well, there's fighting and a very mellow dramatic Trunks. And to the person calling themselves UNKNLLOWN, thank you so much for the copy pasting of 'UPDATE! UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!! IT'S SO GREAT! YOU HAVE TO UPDATE' sixty-two times ^^ that's 'update' approximately 310 times!!! I was having such a completely bad day, and then this came up, and I was in hysterical giggles the rest of the day. This chapter si for you, and all the others that reviewed. Thank you, all of you. **runs off to a corner to cry**
*****
Last Time:
"Not to sound eager to be rid of you or anything, but I was serious, this is my room. I book it every year around this time."
She lifted a brow. "And you think I wasn't? Trunks, your mother gave me the tickets."
*****
Chapter 2
*****
Confusion came first, then realization hit him in a full scale blow to the chest and through the heart. He froze on the zipper of his pants.
"My…mother?" Trunks chocked on the words. When Marron nodded, Trunks could feel the blood rush from his face, his hands turned cold. Marron caught him with her shoulder when she saw his knees buckle under him, and helped him to the bed. Trunks sat, rubbing thumb and fore finger across the bridge of his nose. He's acting a little mellow dramatic, Marron's brows drew closer as she studied his face, or is this really a problem?
Bringing his hands back to his sides, Trunks heaved a sigh. Not once had she pulled this sort of stunt, not twice had she paired him up with a woman this way. When a pretty lady should up on his door steps, there was only one person to blame. He should have noticed it in the clouds. The forces of nature were trying to prevent this from happening- he'd just blatantly ignored it.
"What's wrong Trunks?" Marron asked quietly. Shaking his head, he pushed her away.
"It's nothing you should concern yourself with."
The hurt was in her eyes before she could prevent it and whirled away to the window. She leaned lightly on the windowsill, her expressions hard, a scowl in both her eyes and her mouth. The storm had past, leaving the skies blue and cloudless. A soft breeze ruffled the palms and tropical plants as it past. But now, the storm was in her heart
"So she does it again." Trunks sighed again. He wished to God this was a first, a mix up in some way- but, no, this had Bulma written all over it. He had gone on a trip, and she had sent a female companion after him. The worst was that now she had involved someone important. He had no patients when she involved people that had no business being tangled up in a disasters scheme. Espeacially Marron.
Trunks unclenched his fist and dropped them idly in his lap.
"What did I do now that you don't like?" Marron hissed, tucking her arms a crosed her chest as she continued to stare out to sea.
Her sharp tongue put him on edge. "I wasn't talking about you."
When she turned back, she could see the ach in his face. Her hard exterior softened. Crossing the room, she rested her palms on his checks. Kneeling down, she looked him in the eyes. She hadn't meant to yell, and, at the moment, he hadn't deserved it. "Tell my Trunks, what's wrong? Please?"
He clinched his eyes shut, counted to ten, then relaxed. "This isn't the first time Mother has done something like this. Every time I go somewhere, she send someone. It's always somebody she thinks 'has class and would make a wonderful wife and hostess'." He jumped from the bed, all reserves for control gone. Buzzing like an angry hornet, he swooped out of Marron's concerned hands, making impatient glides to on side, then back to the other. "I hate this!" He yelled. "She acts as though she can pick through my life, chose a person that 'she' feels is right, and that 'she' thinks would look good for her company! Now," he went back to Marron, placing his hands on her shoulders in a frustrated gesture, "now she's got you wrapped up in all this mess." He let his hands slide. "I shouldn't have even mentioned it. If I hadn't, maybe we'd be able to enjoy the rest of our vacation. Now," he turned to continue his pacing. "Now I'll have to call you a plane and have you sent back."
"What are you talking about, Trunks?" She skipped a step in front of him. It was a sad, truth, but it didn't mean he had to phone an air plane to main land. It wasn't part of the plan. "Trunks, we can have a fine time, even with that." Her smile spoke of only the truth.
"You don't understand! She's picked you for me this time. She wants me to marry you, Marron, marry! As in 'until death do we part'? Marron, don't you get it? She-" Marron silenced him with a gentle hand to his chest.
"I understand perfectly, Trunks. But that doesn't change that you're still my friend. Can't we get along for a few weeks? Besides, I've already promised the gallery a portrait of the ocean." She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "And I plan to do it here."
"Fine, stay if you want." Still flustered from his out burst, Trunks turned away from her. "But you're still going to have to find yourself your own room." He looked at her side ways. "This ones taken."
Marron huffed. "You insufferable pig! I was here first, you find another room."
"It's my room."
"You don't own it."
"Well, neither do you." They both had their back to the other. Trunks stooped down and dragged his shirt on over his head. "What here you planning to do today?"
Marron smiled. "I don't know, you have anything in mind?"
Simultaneously, they turned back. Trunks smirked. "Meet me at the marina in an hour." And with that, he started for the door.
"Trunks" He paused with his hand on the knob. "It's good to see you again." He nodded, smiling, and left.
When the door was fully shut, Marron dropped to her knees. What had Bulma gotten her into this time?
*****
Summary: On vacation to the south, Trunks never thought he'd end up bunking with a child hood friend. He finds, though, that Marron's not the little girl who he had given piggy back rides. He'd always felt like a brother to her. But, now, he's feeling things no brother should be feeling.
*****
Disclaimer: I don't think I've heard of anything else like this, and to tell you the truth, I'm proud of that. I doubt this in the first place, but no one still my idea, got that? I want to be original in some ways, and this is one. I also will have a separate copy of this on media minor, and a remix at fiction post, so if you see anything remotely the same, it's just me. Oh! And, no I don't own dbz/gt.
*****
A/N: I am so sincerely sorry for not updating this sooner!! I truly would've if I could have, but there's school and my art and that stupid laziness that keeps biting me in the butt!!! But thank you, every single one of your people who reviewed. It means so much to me to know that there are those who like to read my writing, and I'm so dearly grateful to you all. And to LilOrlisDemon for figuring out the song! Yes, Margaritaville!! I love that song, you know you do too. There's no music trivia in this Chapter, I'm afraid, in fact… there's not much of anything! Well, there's fighting and a very mellow dramatic Trunks. And to the person calling themselves UNKNLLOWN, thank you so much for the copy pasting of 'UPDATE! UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!! IT'S SO GREAT! YOU HAVE TO UPDATE' sixty-two times ^^ that's 'update' approximately 310 times!!! I was having such a completely bad day, and then this came up, and I was in hysterical giggles the rest of the day. This chapter si for you, and all the others that reviewed. Thank you, all of you. **runs off to a corner to cry**
*****
Last Time:
"Not to sound eager to be rid of you or anything, but I was serious, this is my room. I book it every year around this time."
She lifted a brow. "And you think I wasn't? Trunks, your mother gave me the tickets."
*****
Chapter 2
*****
Confusion came first, then realization hit him in a full scale blow to the chest and through the heart. He froze on the zipper of his pants.
"My…mother?" Trunks chocked on the words. When Marron nodded, Trunks could feel the blood rush from his face, his hands turned cold. Marron caught him with her shoulder when she saw his knees buckle under him, and helped him to the bed. Trunks sat, rubbing thumb and fore finger across the bridge of his nose. He's acting a little mellow dramatic, Marron's brows drew closer as she studied his face, or is this really a problem?
Bringing his hands back to his sides, Trunks heaved a sigh. Not once had she pulled this sort of stunt, not twice had she paired him up with a woman this way. When a pretty lady should up on his door steps, there was only one person to blame. He should have noticed it in the clouds. The forces of nature were trying to prevent this from happening- he'd just blatantly ignored it.
"What's wrong Trunks?" Marron asked quietly. Shaking his head, he pushed her away.
"It's nothing you should concern yourself with."
The hurt was in her eyes before she could prevent it and whirled away to the window. She leaned lightly on the windowsill, her expressions hard, a scowl in both her eyes and her mouth. The storm had past, leaving the skies blue and cloudless. A soft breeze ruffled the palms and tropical plants as it past. But now, the storm was in her heart
"So she does it again." Trunks sighed again. He wished to God this was a first, a mix up in some way- but, no, this had Bulma written all over it. He had gone on a trip, and she had sent a female companion after him. The worst was that now she had involved someone important. He had no patients when she involved people that had no business being tangled up in a disasters scheme. Espeacially Marron.
Trunks unclenched his fist and dropped them idly in his lap.
"What did I do now that you don't like?" Marron hissed, tucking her arms a crosed her chest as she continued to stare out to sea.
Her sharp tongue put him on edge. "I wasn't talking about you."
When she turned back, she could see the ach in his face. Her hard exterior softened. Crossing the room, she rested her palms on his checks. Kneeling down, she looked him in the eyes. She hadn't meant to yell, and, at the moment, he hadn't deserved it. "Tell my Trunks, what's wrong? Please?"
He clinched his eyes shut, counted to ten, then relaxed. "This isn't the first time Mother has done something like this. Every time I go somewhere, she send someone. It's always somebody she thinks 'has class and would make a wonderful wife and hostess'." He jumped from the bed, all reserves for control gone. Buzzing like an angry hornet, he swooped out of Marron's concerned hands, making impatient glides to on side, then back to the other. "I hate this!" He yelled. "She acts as though she can pick through my life, chose a person that 'she' feels is right, and that 'she' thinks would look good for her company! Now," he went back to Marron, placing his hands on her shoulders in a frustrated gesture, "now she's got you wrapped up in all this mess." He let his hands slide. "I shouldn't have even mentioned it. If I hadn't, maybe we'd be able to enjoy the rest of our vacation. Now," he turned to continue his pacing. "Now I'll have to call you a plane and have you sent back."
"What are you talking about, Trunks?" She skipped a step in front of him. It was a sad, truth, but it didn't mean he had to phone an air plane to main land. It wasn't part of the plan. "Trunks, we can have a fine time, even with that." Her smile spoke of only the truth.
"You don't understand! She's picked you for me this time. She wants me to marry you, Marron, marry! As in 'until death do we part'? Marron, don't you get it? She-" Marron silenced him with a gentle hand to his chest.
"I understand perfectly, Trunks. But that doesn't change that you're still my friend. Can't we get along for a few weeks? Besides, I've already promised the gallery a portrait of the ocean." She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "And I plan to do it here."
"Fine, stay if you want." Still flustered from his out burst, Trunks turned away from her. "But you're still going to have to find yourself your own room." He looked at her side ways. "This ones taken."
Marron huffed. "You insufferable pig! I was here first, you find another room."
"It's my room."
"You don't own it."
"Well, neither do you." They both had their back to the other. Trunks stooped down and dragged his shirt on over his head. "What here you planning to do today?"
Marron smiled. "I don't know, you have anything in mind?"
Simultaneously, they turned back. Trunks smirked. "Meet me at the marina in an hour." And with that, he started for the door.
"Trunks" He paused with his hand on the knob. "It's good to see you again." He nodded, smiling, and left.
When the door was fully shut, Marron dropped to her knees. What had Bulma gotten her into this time?