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Marron POV

I came home 3 hours later. It was cold that evening, the sun gone leaving the stars to shine in the darkness. I used my unreliable capsule and had a hard time navigating Kame house. My tears were still dissolving as I opened the door slowly. Master Rochi was in the living room. I looked at him. Yep he was asleep. Still clenching to his beloved "Play pen" Magazine. I sighed walking up the stairs passing my beloved parents room. Then I peeped through the key whole. The lights where all on and a soft glow clashed with the wallpaper. My father was at the corner doing a prayer. I knew in that corner he was not to be disturbed.

But then I wondered where my mother was.

"Marron?"

I looked back. Her cool blue eyes stared back at mine coldly. She was in her nightshirt. Blue with thin white stripes. Her hair was backed in a soft bun like mine but shorter.

"Mama…"

Mother didn't say anything. Her eyes fixed on the door.

"Your fathers finished his prayer." She sighed as she passed me. Then opened the door just slightly. "I'll tell him you said goodnight."

Mother gave a grin meaning to be a smile. Then I bent my head as she shut the door.

My throat became dry . The room was freezing as I walked in removed my kimono slowly but carefully. It was really hard to take of. I shivered wrapping my long towel around myself (AN: Also courtesy of hello kitty). Gradually after I removed my hairpins and flower tiara. Was my mad at me? I wasn't sure. Maybe she was just worried about me. Mother never showed much tension like how Vegeta showed no consideration. Well I guessed that's how life had to be…no use complaining. I sighed looking at her Kimono as it balanced on the yellow hanger. Well there was always a national holiday.I forced myself to smile. It had been an ok day I guessed. I had a shower, still thinking about Trunks. What was wrong with her? I did something she always wanted to do to him for 6 years. Yet it didn't feel right. I felt mean and cruel…. but my obduracy won… I felt he deserved it.

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*Next morning*

"Junk…junk …junk … £50,000 dollars? Oh wait that's junk…junk."

Father threw the letters in the bin. Mother smile then frowned at the burnt French toast. She gave a sigh of disgust throwing the burnt bread in the half full bin. Master Roshi was in the living room scanning through his porn videos (An: Ewe O_O:) I was still upstairs combing my hair slowly not aware of anything happening downstairs. My eyes closed as I remembered a song I heard in England that I simply adored. I opened my eyes again breathing in the fresh air. I felt much better that day. I felt nothing could bother me that day. That's when I remembered Trunks again…Oh why? What was with the saiyan anyway? Buying me things I didn't ask for…carrying my bags…smiling at me and giving me lots of attention…

Oh my god. I covered her mouth in embarrassment. I had was sounded so… snotty. And rude. What did the years abroad do to me? I was acting more like her mother than anyone else. Damn. Poor Trunks I bit her lip.

He must be heart broken

"Damn my mothers uncaring Jens." Great. Just great. I a plain simple girl from a distant island… came out to insult someone who could smash a building with his five fingers… I sure had pure intellectual faults. How the heck was I going to apologize? I didn't know.

The beep from my cell phone interrupted my thinking. After searching through a not so big pile of clothes I found it held panting and flipped it open.

"Moshi moshi?"

I heard the background noise. It wasn't noisy and had no telephone sounds in the background. Still I heard no voice.

"Hello?"

I spoke again but then in English. Then I thought it was probably an international call since the surroundings thuds where sort of drawling.

"Hi…"

Wait a minute…I knew that voice. Somehow I felt someone was grinning at me.

"Trunk…"

Then I sensed he was grinning even more.

"You guessed? Good I thought I had to speak in French… Nice day isn't it? It's kinda windy…"

I looked outside seeing the ocean acting strange as the wind interfered with its usual blue, serene way. Now despite the white sand on Kame house shores, the currents of air blew wrathfully at the color giving it a slightly grayish green shade.

"Where are you?"

I felt like if I was in the movie "scream" being watched by a masked murderer…but in that situation it wasn't a masked murderer just an angered 28 year old.

"It's a secret..." He was teasing me all right "But may I talk to the owner of this cell phone please?"

My senses where confused. What did he mean by that?

"This is my cell phone..."My voice wasn't cold... just confused.I waited for the voice to come through the receiver.

"You must be very proud..." His voice was calm and conclusive. I nearly exploded.

But Trunks could obviously sense I was upset.

"I didn't mean to be a bully." The saiyan replied defensively but all through wasn't at all serious at the words. "Don't cry…"

"I'm not." I wasn't. But I thought she might as well. "Stop making fun of me it's not funny…"

He always teased me and anything cruel even if playfully made me cheerless. Well I guessed I had deserved for what I did to him earlier… but wait a minute? Wasn't he the one who was to rich and to special to even write me a postcard or even call me? He did deserve that. In fact how dare he me her and insult me… however maybe he did have a reason. His training with Vegeta had made him stiff and it must have been really hard when he had college hours.

"If it makes you feel better…I didn't even know your number."

The sentence made me smile briefly but faded at the damp whiff of reality.

"Then how…did you…get my number?"

"My roots."

"Ohh…"

I should have guessed it before. Being President of a company worth Billons had its advantages. For example, no power failures (AN; Except for big badies and monster attacks) more popularity, great treating in public…everything was great if you had money, fame and charm. I felt she had neither. I'd learnt that the hard way in California where she had a rich boss.

"If you want to know why I'm calling…I'll tell you" He offered innocently.

"That would be a great idea…" I made a faint blush suddenly.

"Meet me at Bijou's perfume house this afternoon at three okay?"

"I guess so…"

"Au revoir. "

I heard the click and sighed

"That rich …" I sighed out loud "Puppy dog …"I rolled my eyes the blueness more than sparkling.Then I felt the blush crawl up my neck… what a romantic dummy…soon I grabbed the only photo I had of him wrapping My arms around it, dropping my head on her bed. And thought Goten was bad?

Trunks couldn't accept the answer no.

…That's he wanted. Why?

I hurt him… well slightly. There he was stranded with clothes… Mmmm should he have cried? I don't think so. You see their two sorts of men in the world.
1. The emotional type who gives up at one go
2. The strong attractive type…(who's father is from another planet but it doesn't matter)

Trunks was luckliy both yet happy.

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It was 2:45 when I reached the city. My white trainers where extra clean but not as new as my green dress. I waited coolly, walking up and down the street waiting for his appearance. I was waiting patiently not even acting stubborn. Why was I there? I had no clue…the power of the purple haired saiyan was amazing. I wasn't at all sure that was the reason. It didn't seem easy to confront him. What will I say to him? And why did he bother?

2:50
I should have left then. It would save any embarrassment that was going to happen that day. I mean he'd tease me all day. Maybe I should have gone to Goten's apartment. It wasn't so far away and maybe he'd be there. No… Trunks wouldn't do that. Sure he was arrogant sometimes… but he always kept his promise.

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2:55

Okay so Trunks wasn't that perfect. But he did great things by saving the world, running a company and still has time to be himself. His personality was fine. So why was i tensed so much? It wasn't as if Trunks was a strange or something… he was normal and considerate…when he wanted to. No use worrying right?

3:00

He save the world more than once and probably never got a chance to…I forgot about the fact. I mean could he deliver a letter from space? Impossible.

3:05

Sure…he didn't promise to write…he didn't even talk to me as I was leaving and he didn't even bother. So why would he want to meet up? He didn't promise to meet up did he? He just said meet me at blah blab at blah blah time. He didn't promise he was going to be there… he didn't even promise he was gonna be on time…

3:10

No… I was being ridiculous he could be late…then again why would he be late? He could fly and reach there in ¾ minutes so how the hell could he be late…

"Oh forget this!!!"

Trunks or no Trunks I didn't care.

Beep!!!

So he was rich I didn't care…

Beeep beep!!

But I still wanted to be with him...

Beep!!!

And what the hell kept on beeping…

"Marron…"

Ahhhh!!! Something grabbed my arm. Help!!!!

"What the heck is wrong with you?"

I looked around seeing cool blue eyes looking at my dumfounded face. He was there his hand through the window of what seemed to be a black limousine…
Trunks grinned whispering something to the driver. I stood aside and watched as he opened the door stepping out.

"It's time for our day out." He grinned, as my eyes looked inside "And I think those belong to you"

There they where still in there bags… the clothes he had bought the day before.

"I'm only staying for an hour with you…" I looked at him… his hands playing with a Ccorp capsule "Are you listening to me?"

"Yeaaaaaah…"

"Then why aren't you facing me?"

He drew his face too me. Calm, but still in a way attractive.

"Happy?" He gave his saiyan grin. I frowned feeling hurt. Yet very special and keen.

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An: There I'm done for the third chapter!!! I know short chappie but next one is going to be long I promise!!!

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