Trunks pressed the button on his office phone that connected him to his secretary. The lily substitute was eagerly awaiting Trunks orders on the receiving end, only to be slightly disappointed to hear Trunks asking for Lily's cell. Trunks listened to the dainty little ringtone for what seemed like a good hour. He even paced around the room till Lily finally picked up. To his alleviation her voice when saying "Hello… who is this?" didn't sound gravely ill, no coughs, sneezes, or congestion. It was the usual monotone voice she always used when answering his office calls, along with an others. His sigh of relief was short winded for hearing another man in a rough deep voice say "come here Lily, look at this!" wasn't very comforting. She not only had lied to him about being on her deathbed but was also with another man instead of working. He hung up right then and there. He wasn't going to look like the fool that was worried for her. She was obviously perfectly accompanied and revived already.

A scowl remained static on his face for the rest of the three days lily called in sick after that unpleasant phone call. It was then that he decided she could no longer leave her duties unattended and the best way to confront her was to of course visit the little phony. He arrived at her apartment just in time, for she was closing the door and ready to leave. He stood next to the door waiting for her to look up and see him. She seemed startled when she did, and him cynical.

"Don't sneak up on people like that." She said clenching her dress at the spot where her heart was supposed to be.

He handed her bag with a carry out bowl of chicken noodle soup in it, so it would clarify to her his sudden appearance.

He assumed she would say something along the lines of "I can explain" or "I have a good reason…to why I lied" but no Lily, had to be different.

All she did was say thanks in a bitter tone and stalk away. This ticked Trunks off a little. He hadn't come all the way to her apartment for nothing. And what seemed like a now repetitive chase recommenced all over again. It wasn't till she turned the corner into an ally with a dead end wall did she give up and turn around to face him.

"What do you want trunks" she sighed

He guffawed at her question. "What do I want?" he pointed to himself "All I want to know is why you haven't been showing up to work."

She sighed again a little deeper this time. "I've been taking the work home with me, so you don't have to worry about it piling up."

"I didn't ask you that" He replied "I asked why you haven't been at work. Is it because you've been busy with someone else?"

Lily was reminded why she was so mad the last time she went to work. "I could ask you the same thing. But I won't cause its none of my business." With that said she pushed past him to exit the ally.

Lily spun around rapidly by the force she was grabbed. Trunk was determined to get the last word and answers.

"I negotiated with you, I'm paying you and we have a marriage contract, so you are my business. Heck you're my biggest investment. I want to know everything about you."

It was unclear how he managed to do it but, she now had her back against the solid brick ally wall and was snorting heavier than a bull wearing a red blindfold.

Lily never failed to astound him for she simply added "I'm mad"

His lips quivered "You're mad?"

"Yes I'm mad."

"How the hell do you think I've been feeling" he raved

She just pursed her lips into a protruding pout.

He closed his eyes and exhaled after his five second count down. "Why are you mad?"

"I don't know" she shouted with all seriousness "I'm mad at the fact that I'm mad and have no reason. The only reasoning to this mystery is that each and every instance you grace me with your presence my mood rockets to the level of lunacy."

Distress was evident in her stare. "That's nothing compared to what you do to me" he said, pressing his forehead against the wall straying too close to her nape. His breath tickled the stray baby hairs that refused to stay still in her ponytail. With peripheral vision she saw his fist balled up at the sides of her face. His approximation allowed her to see the tiniest vain pulse on his forehead and the tick of an even bigger one on the side of his neck. He also emanated warmth from all around him like the sun. He even seemed to have that radiant glow. She was tempted to touch his godly features but refrained when his face and especially his eyes realigned with hers. His usual aquamarine orbs had turned a darker turquoise. Lily could generally read his moods through the color of his eyes; a lighter tint reflected a lighter mood. The antithesis was also true.

"You infuriate me to no end!" he spat, indenting the wall with his fists and spacing himself from her.

"If you hate me so much, then why don't you fire me!" she returned

"Firing my wife would be stupid."

"Can we continue this conversation later; I'm going to be late for a very important date." She said impatiently, squirming out of his hold like a little girl waiting to use the restroom.

Was it just her or did his light purple white highlighted hair almost levitate. "No you won't be late. Because you won't be going." He said. Trunks also grabbed her arm to prevent escape.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a capsule and with his teeth he popped the trigger and flicked it to the ground. After the smokescreen cleared, there stood in the middle of the ally a motorcycle.

"I'm not getting on that" Lily crossed her arms.

"You scared?" he taunted

"No, I'm just not into that whole bad boy, motorcycle driving, leather jacket wearing, and tooth pick chewing act." She simply stated.

He rolled his eyes "come on lets go." He said forcing her on.

"And where am I going?"

"To meet my family…"

As soon as Lily's leg swung over the motorcycle, Trunks accelerated to wind slicing speeds, causing her chest to collide against his back. With no security of a seatbelt she wrapped her arms against his firm torso. The red blinking gas pump sign started to blink half way through their drive. Trunks pulled over at a Wawa. Lily pulled off her helmet revealing an unflattering head of matted hair. Trunk came back from paying the cashier and saw her mess.

"Nice do"

She threw him two daggers with her eyes that immediately stopped him dead in his tracks.

But what really caused an impression on him was the "whip" she threw his way. Yes the killer move which all girls with dangerous looks possess, the ability to easily slide out their hair from a ponytail and whip it around in circles to produce a heart stopping hair style. This scene was replied to Trunks in slow motion.

He tossed her a water bottle. "Why don't you wear your hair out more often?"

"Maybe when it grows longer" she said picking at the split ends. "Oh yeah can I go buy your parents a little gift." She remembered outstretching her hand.

He reached into his pocket and said "I doubt you going to find anything good it's a gasoline store"

"Something's better than nothing, I can't go see your parents empty handed." She said as she received his cash.

The little door bell at the top announced her entrance, and the store manger glanced her way. She entered and found an alcohol section. The gasoline station also doubled as a beer and wine store. Her new in-laws must be use to upper class Bordeaux's and burgundy's but this little cheep beringer would have to do. At the counter there were a couple of daisy's laid out nicely in a blue hand crafted vase.

"Can I have those?" Lily said pointing to the Daisy's

"They're not for sale." Said the store clerk

"Now they are." She said handing him the hundred that trunks had given her.

Outside Trunks was filling up his motorcycle glancing at his watch and unperceptive of his surroundings. A frail boy in plaid walked passed him and gave him a small nod. He of course nodded back but something about the boy screamed help. Maybe it was the way the nod was curt and melancholic. Before Trunks could put two and two together the gas stations windows shattered by a dispersion of bullets and a sonic boom. In a nano-second Trunks entered the crime scene and witnessed the frail boy knocked to the ground and a seared weapon by his side. He followed the boy's terrified gaze towards Lily. She had a broken bottle in her left hand that had looked like it had exploded a purple wine at the center of the chest region on her white dress. Her palm which was also extended to the boy was oddly smoldering. Behind her was a clerk who stood motionless in fright.

Lily gaped " I …" then her face washed out to the color of her once white dress.

Trunks instinctively teleported at Lily's side, who in turn fainted into his, arms very timely.

He pushed back her hair to see her cat eyes flutter in and out of consciousness. She had just enough strength to bring his hand to her chest, right were her heart was suppose to be. It was his turn to be stricken with terror for when he raised his hand his fingers were dyed purple with a thicker substance than regular wine. He needed to get her to a hospital and stat. His mind quickly regained equanimity 'since when was human blood purple?'

A/N: Most unrealistic 'scene' you will most likely encounter in my fanfic... continue to review please and thank you !