The History Of Marron

Chapter 48: She's Not A Monster

A/N: It's been months and I apologize, but the good news is that the story is at its end, next chapter is the last. So thank you for all who've been with me through this journey of my first fic, it's not the best I know that, but it was fun doing it. I promise the sequel should be better, so stay tuned for that!

Trunks POV

I couldn't believe it was all over now, the mission was complete and in due time it was back to the future. In all honesty I didn't want to leave, I would miss this paradise, but this wasn't my life to live, a fact I knew from the beginning. It's just that the transition from this beautiful world and back to mines will be heartbreaking. But I had to remain hopeful, the next step for my world was rebuilding it and trying to restore it to what it once was.

I escape my thoughts when I stumbled upon the open door, the child was sleeping on the reclining chair and she was slowly yet silently trying but struggling to get off the bed.

"You need help?" I offered, now slowly entering the hospital ward.

She flinched at my voice, losing her balance in the process. I ran up to her, catching her before she fell and for a brief second we stared into each other's eyes, I could read the fear and confusion in her blue orbs. Her body tensed under my arms and I guided her back to the bed, once she's sitting on the edge I let her go.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I tried to sound sincere. I really didn't mean to scare her but my multiple attempts of trying to kill her was not going to slide past her that easily. For the life of me I had been trying to see her the way everyone else saw her, a victim. But I couldn't get pass her mother's resemblance that kept screaming to me monster.

She didn't respond to my apology, leaving us in this dreadful silence. But it was understandable, how would we be able to act as if everything was normal when it wasn't too long ago that we wanted each other dead. I hated her guts and I'm sure she felt or feels the same. When she was in her coma I had been trying to train myself that she wasn't the person I was trying to perceive her as…evil, heartless. Now I was showing her a different side of me, one that I myself would have never expected to show her, a nice person.

"I heard you uh visited sometimes…thank you."

I just nodded my head in response, leading to another awkward moment of silence. The great tension between us was real.

"Where you uh…going somewhere?" I managed to finally ask.

She looked up at me, our gaze meeting for the second time before she quickly turned her attention to the sleeping kid.

"I wanted some fresh air," she mumbled guiltily as if it was a crime.

But I understood her situation, I've been in it so many times, sometimes thanks to her, but being in that room for so long could drive you insane. Seeing the same things everyday and having no freedom. Everyday my mother would come to drill her mind with lessons to make sure her brain was still functioning the way it should still be as she was shocked on how the blow to her head had not affected her besides the occasional headaches or migraines. While Krillin and the kid whose name I learned to be Maxwell helped her relearn how to walk.

"Let's go," I said before offering my hand.

She turned her head so quick to me, looking at me dumbfounded while also trying to see if I had any malicious intent. I tried to reassure her with a smile, but it scared her more, the only expressions I ever gave her were angry and murderous looks.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

She looked down at my open hand, then the child, then back to me before doing the unexpected, taking hold of my hand. I mean I had my hand open for her to come with, but I didn't expect her to actually trust me.

"You want the wheelchair?" I offered once she was up, but her legs were trembling.

She stared at the chair with hate, I could tell she didn't like the crippling thing as it was a sign of weakness.

"No."

I nodded my head and allowed her to wrap an arm around my shoulder as we walked (she limped) out the door. It was a weird feeling, never had we been that close besides the fact when we were fighting each other. I grabbed her neck many times but this feeling, sensation was…different. I buried the acknowledgment, not knowing why I was thinking like that.

When we had finally made it outside I sat her down on the right side of the bench while I sat at the farther corner on the left. The sun was just rising.

"Why are you treating me like this?" She didn't look at me as she asked, her eyes fixated on the rising sun.

I should've seen that question coming a mile away, but it still caught me off guard. What was the right answer to give? I'm trying to see you as a human being and not a monster? That you're a victim just like me?

"I put myself in your shoes," was the best answer I could conjure.

I felt her eyes on me now, "I don't need your pity," she hissed.

"I know that…but that's all I can give you," I answered truthfully, meeting her eyes.

I had only seen her cry once and that was when she found out the true colors of her guardians. And during that time I didn't feel any empathy or sympathy for her water works, but now as she teared up I could feel a pang of pain. She suffered like me, but worse.

She frantically wiped away at her tears, not wanting me to see her in such a vulnerable state, I looked away, allowing her to uphold her pride.

"D-did they suffer?"

It didn't take me long to realize what she was referring to and I honestly didn't feel comfortable answering the question. Their death was something I couldn't come to believe, they were much stronger than me but I managed to overpower them. I remembered her mother begging for her life and how she was trying to tell me that she had a daughter.

"No, they went quietly," I answered. They had gone as if they never existed, the spot I obliterated held no trace of them, just the large burn mark of my blast.

"T-thank you."

I was beyond shocked, I would never have expected her to thank me for their deaths, even if she knew they were the cause of our world being destroyed. Yet in her voice she felt at peace, thankful they weren't tortured.

We watched the rest of the sunrise in silence, somehow throwing away the hate we had for each other. We were simply victims of a broken world.