The History of Marron

Chapter 38: A Selfish Future

A/N: Flashback chapter (Marron's POV): Continuation of chapter 35 once Trunks spotted Marron and Kid.

I honestly can't write what I originally had planned for this story and there's like a million chapters right now, so things will be exaggerated and changed around as it's my alternate version of the events. I've had a sequel in mind which is what I've been wanting to get to for a while which is why things may seem rushed after this. Bear with me and many thanks to my loyal viewers and commenters. Also like to personally thank my new followers and favorites: St Rhon, Ninja Ryan the firewarrior, NeoTyson, Azuha, too2hot, HadeCharon93, , TheAnnoyingFanGirl, and cloud-black. P.S. It's my B-Day so I wanted to bless you with some chapters (thank you for your patience) and a new story called MatchMakers, check it out!

I had once read the entire dictionary out of boredom in the cabin so it wasn't hard to define the word selfish (an adjective) to be (of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure.

And as I go over those words I kept thinking of my actions, wondering if they were the right choice, did seeing and trying to save my guardians who could commence another apocalypse was the best choice to make, not only for myself but the world entirely.

One life or a billion lives?

I shook the question out my mind, it was too late for me to be thinking like that now. I was already in too deep and there was no turning back. If there was a time travel police I would've been arrested for my unlawful actions of time travel. I wasn't thinking so straight when I thought about traveling through time, I just wanted my old life back and I really just wanted to stop the hurting my guardians caused upon me. Which explains the very reason why I was standing at this specific spot.

I had longed jumped off the time machine before he packed it away and took the liberty of curiously following him around as I knew he would lead me to them. As I silently tailed him, in shrink form and non-shrink form I began to take in the beautiful sight of a world long gone in my time. I couldn't even recollect the last memory of me seeing a mountain or grass so purely green. The air was different, it was... fresh. It almost brought me to tears. Was I being selfish for my own pleasures as I enjoyed what was long taken from me while this world faced a predicament where it would turn out all the same as the one I've just escaped? I sighed at the thought.

I was stuck behind the scenes, seeing events of the past unfold before me. I had hidden behind a tall rock belonging to a mountain where I was able to see through a wide crack. Trunks had arrived a few minutes before me while Kid who was able to hear what was going on told me what they were saying. To fast forward I got to not officially meet the father of Trunks but understood where his mean personality came from, though he admitted to me he never met his father in our time they were pretty similar when it came to their attitude.

I also got to see more people who were unfamiliar to me, a bald guy with three eyes, a bald green bald guy, and yet another bald guy with six dots on his forehead is what Kid described to me. And then there was a black-haired kid who had to be a few years younger than me. I watched them all split up sometime later the kid taking the younger Bulma, baby Trunks, and some big dude out of danger while I assumed they all went in pursuit of following the old guy they had managed to corner but let escape.

I had made it just in time to see the door open and what shocked me was what I had witnessed next. My uncle without a second glance killed the old man and my mother was content about the murder. I was too paralyzed to move from the sheer shock too big for my mind and body to handle, especially when Trunks was preparing to blast them. I had forgotten the entire purpose of my mission and why I selfishly decided to come. If they could kill this old man with ease especially after destroying the remote that controlled them it meant they weren't forced to kill those people, but they did it by choice.

I should've heeded the warning. I hadn't been exposed to this side of my mother nor my uncle. As the smoke cleared I was having mix feelings wondering if I should be glad that if they died in the blast no one would have to suffer like me and the others back in our time. But then again, I couldn't find myself wishing such cruelty upon them, they were still people I cared deeply about and if I can find a chance I'll save them both and this world.

I had watched them go as the shock was slowly washing over me then I followed them once again after they got over their shock as well as his strongest wasn't able to kill them.
My mind was set yet again in a frenzy as I and Kid had made it just in time to see the gang try to attack my mother. I knew my uncle who always has my mother's back even when they don't show such a loving sibling relationship easily knock the perpetrators down. I found myself standing on the side of the road as everyone was on the ground unconscious besides the one bald guy with the dots on his forehead who was too terrified to move.

I could tell he didn't want to fight them and I sure didn't want to either. I could never officially beat them in a spar when we trained, sometimes my mother would be too nice and purposely let me win but my uncle would show no mercy. Yet, after witnessing what they'd done to those unconscious men in an instant I felt that their power had more strength than them in my timeline and if it was true I really wouldn't have a chance against them.

The man cowered in fear as they approached him, and I couldn't find my legs to move an inch forward or backward. I felt the urge to hug them, but I could already see the outcomes of me trying as I would be joining those men and lying unconscious on the dirt. So, I suppressed my tears even when they didn't detect my presence as of now. I watched my mother kiss the petrified man on the cheek before walking towards my way.

I couldn't even find myself to contemplate much on what I just witnessed as the three androids now stood in front of me, analyzing my features then looked at Kid and I assumed they saw his sword as they now glared at us, assuming we were here fight and avenge the fallen.
Kid who had been holding my hand to comfort me had squeezed it, I could feel that he wanted to protect me but as of now, this wasn't our fight.

My lips trembled, there were so many things I wanted to say and do. It felt nice to see them well and alive even when they were the villains. Though my mind couldn't fully click that these exact replicas weren't the people who raised and trained me I still wanted them to live, I wanted to be by their side forever.

"Just so you know I'm not afraid to hit a girl," my uncle told me. And though he had threatened me his voice sounded sweet to my ears, it felt as though it's been years since I last heard it and it sprung back the urge to hug them.

I knew that whatever gender you were he wasn't afraid to fight you and I can say age, as well as my rough training with him, began at five even when my mother protested.

My mother scoffed, "leave her be, right now I need a new outfit. If we see her again we'll let her have it," her voice was emotionless as she shoved past me. I watched them go past me, my uncle saying I resembled my mother a lot and my mother just muttering out of annoyance that it was just a 'coincidence.'

It was hurting me to watch them go. Because once again I felt alone.

After they flew off I found the bald guy had been staring at me as well but once our eyes met he quickly looked down at his comrades. My guess was that he was trying to figure out who me and Kid were.

I could already see Trunks beginning to move and know if he saw me it was all over. The bald guy jumped off the roadside and descended with that small brown sack he had been carrying with some magical green beans he had been passing around.

I decided to make a run for it as I learned that whatever protein or magic was in that bean the people who ate it recovered quickly as though they didn't suffer a life-threatening a beat down. Kid whose nose had gotten irritated from all the sneezing said he couldn't shrink any more, for the time being, he felt his nose had gone dry. So, we depended on our flight speed.

I felt that we flew a certain distance away from the scene. Especially from HIM. So, I didn't expect to be hanging loosely from the sky as he held the collar of my shirt. His hair was blonde like mines and his eyes were ivory green. I couldn't come to understand this weird transformation or the powerful yellow aura surrounding his body.

I had been puzzled when his lavender hair began to float to the heavens and changed color and in my mind, I concluded like many things that were crazy for a simple human mind like myself to comprehend that he was an alien. And that father of his, as well as the blonde hair I assumed, was his natural hair color had faded to black.

But another thing I concluded was that his strength seemed to have increased as his tight grip was nothing like the last time I felt when his hair was purple, and eyes were blue.
On the inside, I had to admit I was terrified. I thought that before he was scary, but this was too big for the word scary. I felt that he could easily kill me in an instant now and wondered why he hadn't done this weird transformation to end me long ago. But I decided to be grateful, I got to live a few more days thanks to his brain not even forming such a brilliant idea.

I kept a calm expression on my face, making sure he wouldn't feed off my fear and get a kick at my cowering body. With all the strength I could muster I told Kid to calm down as he had already begun to feel his sword. I couldn't afford another repeat.

Kid growled and kept his raging face of a wolf ready to pounce on the prey.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Trunks shouted through gritted teeth as he brought my face up to his to see the anger written on his face and fury in his eyes.

I couldn't find myself to answer. What would've been the right words to say in this situation? 'Sorry, I don't know?'

"Do you hate me that much?!" He spat as he tugged at my collar roughly.

I flinched at his anger, yet I found myself answering his question this time.

"I, don't hate you," I mumbled.

He had laughed at my statement.

"You don't hate me. You really are a liar. I killed your family and you don't hate me?" He ended up questioning me with a chuckle.

He was tempting my anger, though I had to admit I had loathed him for killing them it had been made clear that what I could describe as a cruel murder was actually a huge leap for humanity's hope.

"I... just don't," I mumbled as I looked into his eyes hoping he'll know my words are sincere.

I knew well he was trying to make me angry just like him and that usually ended in a fight. I couldn't find myself to hate him, that's one thing I learned not to be selfish about, he, his mother nor any other survivors including me wanted this for the world. Just like you can't choose your parents I couldn't pick or choose who could be good or bad. My family was just a part of the bad side and his were part of the good and as justice always seems to prevail he delivered hope back to what was left of humanity's existence.

So how can I hate him? Yes, the very people who cared and raised me were dead because of him but how many more people would've been dead because of them? I guess he couldn't understand that and I couldn't understand why did I come here.

I mean my goal was simple, save this world while also not have my mother and uncle were killed, but as reality sunk in hard with me for the past few days of the horror I've witnessed I realized the world wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows as I had hoped and Trunks suffocating me with the collar of my shirt was trying to etch that into my mind.

"How did you get here?!" He demanded an answer as he now began to shake me, my world spinning and my neck throbbing.

"Trunks why did you speed off sud-" the bald guy with the dots on his forehead stopped mid-sentence noticing the situation.

I wasn't in much serious danger, I knew that now at the moment I wasn't a match for him as I could clearly see him wiping the floor with me. But I knew Kid was still stronger even with his blonde hair and green eyes.

"Tr-Trunks what're you doing?" The short man asked, his lips quivering as he spoke.

"Nothing," he plainly responded.

"Nothing? You're choking her man...I-is she also an android?" his voice began out soft, but it hinted at fear as he stuttered the question.
"She's just a lost cause," he mumbled loud enough for him to hear as he had stared into my eyes as he once again shunned me.

He looked at the short man, "just pay her no mind," as he said this he let go of my collar, prepared to make me fall to my death. Kid who hadn't taken his eyes off us during this entire ordeal caught me with ease and I know he was tempted to fight Trunks.

I gave him my gratitude for catching me.

Trunks flew off without another word, I knew he hadn't even gotten all of his anger out of his system, but as the bald guy interrupted the interrogation of my being here our little "friendly" reunion was cut short.

The short guy locked eyes with me, back at the side of the road I couldn't detect the emotion his eyes were giving besides being terrified, but as I looked deeply his emotions carried something showing of care, he cared for me. I felt that if I had been attacked by my guardians he would've jumped in to save me, a stranger… save me.

"Follow me," his words were barely above a whisper.

I turned my eyes towards the direction Trunks just flew off to, I know following this man will keep having me see Trunks, something that was never good.

I wanted to just go find my guardians again. But I knew I couldn't say anything that could jeopardize the future entirely. But I also knew that at this rate finding them would be hard and that if I followed him I will meet up with my mother and uncle again. So, I decided to follow.