Disclaimer: Read the previous disclaimer, will ya? So much easier, and it applies to the entire story, so meh.
Oh, and the song "Everything you want" is from the band Vertical Horizon, so I don't own that either.
Author's notes: I apoligize, yet again, for the extremely late update. I've been into drawing a bit more recently, which made me ignore my writing even more then usual. Gomen, gomen! But anyway, here goes the 14th chapter.

A flower by any other name…

by Reiyuka

The hotel room they were staying in seemed too small to contain Vegeta's temper. He was throwing a tantrum. Not a small one, either. Tables were flying, carpets were being scorched and crystal chandeliers shattered. Next to the broken sofa stood the teal-haired woman who was throwing a tantrum of herself in response to her husbands.

"For crying out loud, Vegeta! Even I knew that it was Pan-chan. Don't blame Trunks for your own short-sighted stupidity." Glares were exchanged and another table was sent crashing into the wall. "Then if you knew, you stupid woman, why didn't you tell me! The cowardice of you people! Why do I stay here anywhere!"

Of course Bulma could have pointed out that he had nowhere else to go, but that would hurt him, and she never wanted that. She just stood there with her eternally present grace and sighed gravely. "You pigheaded jerk, stop ruining our room! I didn't tell because I'm pretty sure that Pan has a lot of things to do here before she wants to leave LA. With that in mind, you big ape, you're not going to force her to come back to Japan or anything. You're just going to leave her alone. And if Trunks wants to stay here, let him! We're not going to keep him from cleaning up this mess that HE created."

Her husband snarled and finally decided to let it go. This childish bantering was getting on his nerves. "No, of course not. I just wished they'd have told me. And that stupid boy made use of my absence to sneak off. Lousy, no good…"

Bulma giggled and walked over to him, draping an arm around his waistand settling against his firm body. "At least he's making an effort. Now, I'm going to call the Capsule Corp. here and tell them that we're keeping Trunks here for monitoring. They'll be so freaked out." She gleamed of joy at the thought of an entire company being in a frenzy, with people rushing and freaking out about the upcoming 'check-up'.

Not for the first time, Vegeta marvelled at how much they were alike at times. He sighed gravely and sat down on the only furniture that wasn't destroyed, the bed. They could worry about Trunks and Pan in the morning. For now, though, they could really use this piece of furniture.

Normally it could be expected that a similar situation was taking place in the room of their son. This, however, wasn't the case. Instead, the blonde woman and purple-haired man sat opposite of each other at the small round table, both staring at the table.

Marron was confused. Well, not really, only about how to begin. She had always known about her feelings for him, but it hadn't really meant a lot until now. There were so many things going through her mind that it was incredibly difficult to focus on simply one thought, until she started thinking about what she found worse.

Was it the publicity that would come with their break up? No, she liked attention, even bad one. Well, that kind of bad attention, at least. It also made her even more desirable, even if she already was.

Was it the sting of jealousy that, even though she'd tried so hard, she hadn't been able to win his heart? No, that wasn't it, although it was a bit of a downer to know that he preferred Pan over her.

Or was it, perhaps, the fact that her dreams and hopes, her entire carefully mapped out plan would be ruined? No fame, no fortune, no glory. Her entire future would be a mess.

Hmm… that indeed bothered her a bit. But what annoyed her most, was that she was a loss of words, something she hated. Something she despised. Something she wasn't used to. Something that was easily lifted from her by Trunks gentle words, "You don't love me, do you?" Marron grabbed the safety line he threw her and looked up at him, the truth of her love shining through, "Oh, I do love you, Trunks. As a friend." Her gentle smile matched his as she reached out for his hand, "You knew?" As he nodded, the weight that her guilt had placed upon her finally lifted from her heart and raised her spirits. She laughed merrily and her face shone like it hadn't done for a while. "I'm so relieved! I was so afraid that you'd grown to love me as a woman, and that I would never feel any more for you then what I feel now." Her blonde tresses were softly caressed as he reached out to touch her cheek, "We did try." Marron nodded, agreeing with him that they had tried; they had both tried so hard to love each other. But if he'd known… "Trunks-kun…? Why…?" He placed his finger gently and tenderly on her lip to stop her words, an act so normal and accustomed to that it didn't contain the love and tenderness that it normally would have. He had guessed her question. "Why did I continue with us when I knew we didn't love each other, and while I loved Pan?" The blonde girl simply nodded.

Trunks had wondered the same thing for a long time now, and he answer was still not clear to him. But he tried to explain. "I think that…in a way… you were all that I wanted in a woman, and really all I needed. You would make the perfect wife to the CEO of the Capsule Corporation. But…" She smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. "But I didn't mean anything to you compared to Pan-chan." He nodded, and both smiled, relieved that the charade was over. Trunks stretched and stood up, walking towards the bed and turning off the lights. "Let's go to bed, Marron." She, in return, stood up and slid next to him in the grand bed. Wrapping their arms around each other, they fell asleep, both feeling so very comfortable at being such good friends.

An outraged cry finally made Goten look up from under the sparkly white towel, "Bra-chan?" He had chosen to ignore his girlfriends spying on her brother, and had gone to take a shower. It seemed, though, that his beautiful girl didn't realize she was repeating everything that was being said, which had resulted in Goten knowing pretty much everything that had happened between his best friend and his fian-.. no, his ex-fiancé.

And now the blue-haired dame was pacing angrily, wishing her father had learned her to throw a ki-attack, although she didn't realize that she'd just incinerated the nightstand, two or three vases and that the candles around her were melting from the pure energy she radiated. Goten knew it was bad then. "What is it?" She looked up, startled, as she hadn't even noticed he had been in the room. "Those two! Can you believe that! What a bunch of lies! Seriously."

The youngest son of the legendary Son Goku scratched the back of his head in a manner that would've made his father proud. "Um…actually, I do." Bra sighed, 'Clueless as usual.' "Listen, honey…" She didn't get much farther, as Goten lovingly held her close, pressing her so tight to him that breathing took quite an effort. "Bra-chan, I don't think that they are lying. Just let them be, I'm sure everything will work out perfectly. It always works out perfectly." Her boyfriend's faith in the good of the world always warmed her heart and made her want to protect him of everything, a strange thought since he really was the protector. People could say a lot about her clueless lover, but if Bra knew one thing, it was that Goten was quite accurate when it came to the people closest to his heart. So with a sigh, she agreed to let them be and lovingly suggested that they resigned to bed. Goten had no complaints.

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

To be continued...