The History Of Marron

Chapter 49: Hopes For The Future

A/N: As mentioned in the previous chapter this is the last chapter, so once again thanks for all the reviews, followers, and favorites it always made my day and encouraged me to keep writing. Please leave a review to commemorate the end! The sequel will be called The History Of Marron 2! Also stay tune for future stories and if you haven't already, check out my ongoing story MatchMakers!

Marron's POV

It had been two months since I awoke from my coma and I was finally seeing a reason to live again. This entire journey from stepping out the house to time traveling was not only discouraging but slowly killing me. I never perceived the world to be full of so much cruelty, especially by the hands of the only people I knew as family. I was finally up and walking on my own without falling, my running on the other hand still needed a lot of work as I had not been able to recover my speed as fast I had for walking. But I was okay with that, I was alive and had a new purpose, to rebuild the future. I was going to miss this place, it had everything my world didn't have and it was hard to believe that I wanted it gone just so my guardians could live. It was a part of history I couldn't change.

We were standing in the yard of Capsule Corps, the farewell party having ended ten minutes ago. The time machine was sitting in the yard while me, Maxwell and Trunks were saying our farewells. These people who knew my clear intention of sacrificing their lives for my mother and uncle were showing their kindness and care for me, swatting away my previous evil intention. I had made my rounds, the only person left to say goodbye to was my father. It was still shocking to believe he was my father, but I was glad I had the opportunity to meet him. We only had a short of time together but I felt as if I knew him all my life, I was going to miss him.

We hugged and he whispered he loved me before telling me to stay safe while I responded with the same words. I thanked Bulma once again as I overheard Krillin tell Trunks to keep me safe and he nodded his head in response. It was weird, it really wasn't long ago when we were enemies and couldn't be in the same place at the same time without trying to kill one another, but now after all was done and over we acknowledged the reality between us two. Innocent suffering teens who needed to stop looking at the past and see the hope for the future. I wouldn't say we were friends, it was still a bit far from that, but it felt nice to now have someone else that I could talk to besides Maxwell once we got back home.

He opened the lid of the time machine and I felt not only his but everyone else's eyes curiously looking at me and Maxwell, wanting to know how in the world were we going to fit. We flew inside the cramped time machine standing behind the chair, I smiled at their curiosity before looking down at Maxwell and asking if he was ready. He smiled and nodded his head, grabbing hold of my hand and taking out a small feather from his pocket before rubbing it over his nose. I waved farewell just in time before he sneezed and we shrunk.

Everyone gasped at anomaly before them. Before recovering from their surprise. Trunks entered soon after, closing the lid and waving farewell as the time machine lifted into the air, and began taking us back to our world. It was sad yet beautiful sight of the world we were leaving behind us changing as we zoomed through time and the greenery was replaced with rubble.

Once the time machine was planted on the ground and the lid was lifted me and Maxwell jumped off before turning back to our regular size. I held the part were the word HOPE was written on the time machine to hold myself, it was a dizzying and nauseas ride.

"You okay?" He asked.

I smiled lightly at his concern, "Yeah."

"Trunks!"

I gathered my composure as I heard his mother yell, running out the building you would never have recognized to be Capsule Corps.

"Mom!" He yelled overjoyed.

All I can do was watch them hug, it reminded me of my mother and how she used to embrace me like that. After ending the hug with her son she directed her attention to me as though finally realizing my presence.

I gulped while the other part of me was screaming at me to runaway. She had warned me about how important the time travel mission was and how I couldn't be selfish. But I disregarded her words and went anyways, though she didn't know about Maxwell's shrinking powers it's like she knew I would have took any possible way to try to time travel. I couldn't even act as if I had been in my room all that time.

"I'm sor-"

She engulfed me in a hug while I tensed up in response. Why was she hugging me? She had saw the good in me but I betrayed her anyways. Why was she not furious with me?

"I'm glad your okay," she whispered so lovingly, almost triggering my tears.

I found myself hugging her back, whispering apologies.

She ended the hug but kept her hands on my shoulders as she looked me seriously in the eyes, "There's nothing to be sorry for," she responded with a small smile, patting my shoulders.

"I'm glad you're all okay even you-"

"Maxwell," he responded as she turned her attention to him. She looked surprised, most likely on how he was being called by his birth name rather than the name forced upon him.

Trunks was just capsulizing the time machine and we were about ready to go in when my body froze, feeling an uneasy feeling. I looked at Maxwell then Trunks who sported the same look. Bulma the only one unable to detect the feeling looked lost as she questioned us what was going on. Trunks whispered for us to go inside while he said he would take care of it. Yet even before we had the chance to do what we were told the thing that was giving us the uneasy feeling made its appearance. It was the same monster, that thing that absorbed my mother and uncle. I felt my blood boil while pushing the feeling of disgust the creature was giving me. The creature had lunged at Trunks back, imperfect cell believing he had the upper hand was taken by surprised once Trunks kicked him with such force before grabbing his nasty tail and swung him into the air, before anything could be registered Trunks released a large blast to the heavens, obliterating him. I watched in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded before me, he had gotten stronger, way stronger than before. I was glad that thing was dead, it wouldn't have the chance to ruin anyone else's life in another timeline.

Trunks came back, sighing in relief, before his mother clapped her hands and invited us in to have tea. I decided not to decline, tea was one of the things that eased my mind and after all that I've gone through I needed the tea.

"So I see you guys stop trying to kill each other, what happened over there?"

She placed the filled teacups on the table while giving a playful smirk, I felt my face redden, she was getting the wrong idea.

"Mom!" Trunks scolded her playfulness.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated, "I just thought the opportunity of having grandchildren was a possibility now."

We were both now sipping our tea when she so casually yet innocently said it. We spat the peppermint goodness out as her words registered within us. I couldn't hide the red nor could he, we looked at each other as if finally noticing for the first time we were the opposite gender. Never in my life would I have viewed him in that way, but now things were different. I shook the idea out of my mind, we still were in the trials of becoming friends and he made it apparent that my appearance scared him thanks to my mother.

"Marron!"

We all froze at the calling of my name, no one in this room had shouted it. But I knew that voice too well, I could never forget it. Before I could think I ran out the house, needing to confirm the source of the voice. Everyone else following behind me. Once I made it out I stood in motionless taking in their appearance. They looked like they encountered death, their appearance disheveled, body beaten down, but breathing. I heard Trunks instruct his mother to go back to the house, my body still remaining in the same spot. They neared me and I couldn't find myself to react, should I be happy? Angry? My initial response would've been happy, but after knowing everything and how I came to terms with their death here they were. Alive.

"Marron, we've been looking all over for you."