O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on.


- William Shakespeare, Othello

Chapter Eleven: Damaging Confrontation

Trunks knew the dinner date did not go particularly well. Hell, it was the complete opposite. It would be a miracle if Pan thought his family were understanding, nice people. And he'd have to thank Marron for that. Her incapability to keep her jealousy in check ruined everything. Perhaps the most annoying part of it was that her parents allowed her to continue talking.

He was thankful that Bulla stayed on his side. Trunks knew his mother wouldn't dare bring the subject up to Krillin and Eighteen. Merely because of the fact that they are close family friends and it would be very rude. An overwhelming urge to shake his mother swept over him. Why couldn't she see what Marron and her family were doing?

Their little princess fell in love with a man who definitely did not return her feelings. Did Marron even know this? Was she aware of the fact that Trunks never saw her in any way other than a sister? He wasn't sure, but his hands itched to hit something.

He yanked the phone off the receiver and pushed a three-digit number, connecting him to his secretary.

"Yes Mr. Briefs?"

"Call Marron Chestnut and ask her to come to my office. I have something important to discuss with her. If Pan comes in, while Marron is here, send her in," he instructed.

"Yes, sir."

Trunks set the phone back in its place before leaning back in his chair. He debated on whether or not Marron deserved to be talked to like a human being or should he let his anger out. He wasn't sure so he decided that it all depended on whether she wanted to listen or not.

An hour passed by and a knock came at his door. Trunks tidied up his desk and straightened his posture, hands folded in front of him.

He cleared his throat, "Come in."

Marrons stepped in with her usual attire. Pink everything. Not very surprising. She gave him a grin, not at all suspecting the upcoming conversation and comfortably seated herself across from him.

Trunks' eyes narrowed at the devious woman, which instantly triggered an understanding of what the rendezvous may be about. It was obvious it wasn't what she was thinking. But she could give it a try.

"So, Trunks… what's the occasion that you had to call me to your office?" Marron blinked repeatedly as a huge grin appeared once again.

"The occasion, Marron, is a little conversation between the two of us concerning your behavior yesterday," Trunks hissed.

"My behavior?" She asked, seeming confused. "What did I do?"

"More like what didn't you do, Marron," he corrected. "Your little questioning screwed up one of the most important nights of my life. Because of you, Pan probably thinks we're weird people playing with her mind!"

"Technically, we are 'weird'," she quoted the last bit. "You and your dad are aliens and my mom is an android. So she wouldn't be off with that guess." Marron shrugged nonchalantly.

Trunks slammed a hand down on the table, leaning over the table. "Listen here Marron. You have no right to interfere with my businesses, personal or not. You may be a family friend but that little title can be pulled out from right under your feet in seconds. Don't ever think, even once, that I will ever view you as more than a sister. I never did and I never will. Pan is my future and no where in that sentence do you hear your name, so butt out."

Marron's eyes narrowed at the man before her, "Oh how cute! It's funny how you seemingly fall in love with this girl when you don't know anything about her! I've known you my entire life, Trunks! What's wrong with me?!"

"Just because you and I have known each other a while doesn't mean I have to have romantic feelings for you! Why can't you just accept that and move on?"

"Because I love you! I've always been there for you! I thought you noticed that!" Marron's eyes started to water.

Trunks sighed, "I have noticed that. But Marron, I only saw that as a friendly gesture and nothing more. I'm sorry – but Pan is the one for me. I know it."

He almost felt bad for her. But that suddenly changed.

"That bitch will leave you the second she finds out you're a freak!"

Trunks' hands twitched at his sides.

"You don't know anything Marron. If you took a second to pull your nose from the sky and your head out of your ass, you'd realize just how wrong you are."

The words came out in silent hisses. Trunks was never the one to actually curse at a woman, but Marron was an exception. She's been an exception to a lot of things.

"Maybe you should stop exaggerating your feelings for someone who will never understand you. Don't come crying to me when the world finds out about all of us. We'll see what kind of an experiment you and your family will be."

"I'm more afraid that your mental illness will aid in blowing our cover more than anyone else." Trunks smirked, knowing he'd really insulted her. He didn't care though. No – she was asking for it and she deserved it.

"Are you calling me stupid, Trunks Briefs?" Marron gapped disbelievingly.

"Take it as you want it, Marron. You tell me – but while you're thinking, let me just warn you – you harm Pan in anyway and I'm going to make your life a living hell until I suck out every ounce of life out of you. Got it?" Trunks threatened. His eyes flashed angrily at her.

Marron froze.

There was a knock on Trunks' door. Trunks felt out Pan's ki and walked toward the door. He glanced one more time at Marron, who was frozen still and opened the door.

Pan stood in her usual casual warm outfit. She grinned at him but her smile vanished at the sight of Marron. Before she could even ask, Trunks had pulled her into a mind-blowing kiss.

"What was that for?" Pan giggled breathing heavy.

Trunks shrugged, "I just missed you."

There was a shuffle as Marron got up from her seat. She glared and Pan and glared at Trunks until they both felt the intensity of it.

"You'll regret every single word you said Trunks. Count on it. I don't settle well with competition." Her voice was low and cold sending a slight fear through Pan's veins. Trunks seemed calm about it but she wasn't sure how well she was assessing his mood when her own was at frenzy.

She left.

"What is she talking about?" Pan looked up at her boyfriend's face.

He shrugged again, "I don't know. I think she's on her monthly cycle. She took things too harshly, I suppose."

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Just telling her to leave us alone. She needs to stop her little plans because I'm not leaving you for anything or anybody."

"Oh Should I be worried?"

"Pan," he squared her shoulders and looked into her eyes seriously. "I promise to you that no one or thing will ever harm you as long as I'm around."

Pan wasn't sure if she should be flattered or concerned. Its just Marron. Right? How much damage could she possibly do? She wasn't sure – but the thought didn't settle well. Actually, it didn't settle at all.

"So," Trunks clapped his hands together, interrupting her thoughts, "what do you say to a lunch date?"

"Ok, let's go."

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Outside in the parking lot, Marron gritted her teeth as tears poured down her cheeks. How could he do this to her? All of the times she was by his side, it was for nothing! But to her words, she will stand true. She doesn't do competition, and if Trunks isn't going to understand that warning, then it's time for action. Grabbing her phone she dialed a number.

"Hello? Patch me through to the Japan Defense Agency..."

She waited until the operator punched a combination of numbers and the phone started ringing. A couple of more seconds, someone picked up.

"Hello, I cannot give you my name for the sake of my own safety - but I think you guys should know that I've just witnessed some supernatural behavior."

The person on the phone sounded skeptic.

"Proof?" Marron repeated. She thought quickly. She did have a video on her phone where she taped Trunks training a little while back and the other times before. Each showing some kind of blast emitting from his hands. Of course that was for her own enjoyment, but now it was more useful then a hot bod to stare at. She smirked. "Of course I have proof. I have lots of them... Yes I can come there I just need an address."

Author's Note: Oh snap! Did she just do what I think she did?! Lol, anyways sorry for the super long wait. It was Christmas break so I was definitely bumming it out. Now it's back to school and back to writing. Hopefully I didn't lose you guys' interest. Please review! Thank you for those who are keeping up with this story - love you guys.

Quickie:

This chapter hasn't been edited. I'll go back and do so and let you guys know.
Also, the Japan Defense Agency isn't a made-up term. It is actually a branch in the Japanese government ( I searched it haha ).

That is all for now! Hopefully I can update faster. I'm hoping so