Trunks- 25
Marron-21
Bra-20
Paresu-25
Goten-25
Ok guys I revised a few things, but I am an big fan of Trunks and Pan fanfictions. I am also a big fan of Trunks and Marron fanfictions. It's my favorite couples. Obviously, it has been extremely long time since I've come out with a new story so I'm trying really hard to start this one. It hasn't been easy due to my rusty writing habits. Please let me know what you think? Please please review express yourself.
"Trunks POV"
Let me tell you about the elegance of nature and bees. Bees fly in perfect harmony and live to serve their only one soul purpose their queen. A queen bee is the most important being in a busy hive with million male bees or drones doing anything and everything for her. If she dies, the male bees die for the loss of the hive and their precious queen. She possesses much power within that hive and one lucky male bee gets the queen. He supplies the queen with a nectar source from several extravagant flowers, he performs a beautiful mating ritual with her and provides her with what they call a "waggle dance." It is a special dance that only he can perform for her. That lucky male bee will 'waggle dance' for his queen until her death. And if you didn't know, a colony of bees can consist of 20,000 to 60,000 living in a single hive. And that bee you know with the 'waggle dance" was the luckiest son of bitch among the damn hive.
Damn, he wanted to be that lucky son of a bitch. He wanted his whole world to revolve around that queen, well his queen….. "Marron" he whispered. Unfortunately, the green God Dende must of really despise him with every fibrous ounce. Because he wasn't that special bee you know the one who "waggle dance" for the queen.
He was sitting under a purple umbrella at the Orange County sandy beach feeling the glaring sun hitting his bare bronze skin. Here he sat, when only a few hours ago he was in the pits of hell. He was the leading President for the world-famous Capsule Corporation in the popular outskirts of Tokyo. He had inherited the role within the past two years, from his dear mother. You know the leading brilliant scientist Bulma Briefs, her name holding such recognition among many residents in Japan. Capsule Corporation was a staple in the hustling busy city and country. It also offered thousands of jobs among residents from all over the world. It was there that his name 'Trunks Vegeta Briefs' in bolded black lettering read President. He groaned, remembering his office door, busy halls and the large mahogany desk among the dreadful stale office. His office held 6 large windowpanes overlooking the city above the top story of Capsule Corp. his Hell. Marron helped him escaped his hell today thankfully.
His eyes drifted towards her, she stood with a white and yellow bikini hugging her very curvaceous body. Her breast ample and full in the confinements of the bikini material, her tone tummy and pale skin made him ache. She wore a light straw beach hat on top her beautiful blonde locks of curly hair swaying in the breezy wind. She was stunning standing near the ocean and her feet deep within the white sandy beach. She stood among others in a line near a pink ice cream truck with the title" cold and ready".
She had called his cell earlier today begging to go to their favorite beach, about a 15 minute drive away from the city. The plan was to meet with Goten, & Paresu at the beach around 11:00 am this beautiful Monday morning.
She was turning 21 years old today, so it was perfect excuse to tell his mother he had to be out of the office early. Marron was developing into a beautiful young lady and it was her elegant simple beauty that caught Trunks attention. She had a petite figure, the tiniest scrunch nose, pink thin lips, with stunning beautiful blue eyes that he often lost himself in. Her gazing blue eyes led his soul into utter blissful peace. Yet, she was completely unaware of his emotions and feelings about her. She was unaware him wanting to be that waggle dancing bee.
The two surprisingly didn't go very far back in their friendship. Honestly it was a strange occurrence of events that brought the two together. Marron had just returned from Beautician School, finishing several artful skills dealing with hair and nails. She didn't know his name, his famous stature, or popularity which was very refreshing in his eyes. Trunks hated his celebrity status that accompany him. He was always caught up in the tabloids and celebrity gossip polls being the famous President. She was running late on an eventful rainy Monday to a job session for an important client before an extravagant city banquet. Can you guess who that important client was? It was him after several screaming matches with his mother and his hair style. At the time the young 21-year-old bachelor was growing his hair near shoulder length. His long lavender locks gorgeous and attractive with his handsome features. His mother demanded a trim, "Trunks you need to have a professional look, you are about to lead this company soon." Bulma screamed at her son, she had called a very professional beautician to come inside the company today and cut her son hair high and tight. Bulma winning the argument as her son gave up with her feisty stature. He often thought how cowardly of him to let his mother win every argument. But she won every argument with any Saiyan, she held that title even with his dear father.
Marron ran into his office that peculiar Monday, setting up her equipment and staring a conversation automatically with him. She had learned a talent to talk about anything with her clients as those petite skilled hands used the sharp scissors. She was a social butterfly, maybe you had to be with the kind of work dealing with people personal looks. Her features captivated him that day, he had several hearty laughs that afternoon as she would joke with him completely unaware of who he was. All he knew at that moment is he wanted more of her and her laughter. So, he devised a plan to keep her coming back to him and his personal needs. He would grow facial hair, use horse shampoo to help grow his lavender locks quicker and she continually came back to him. Their friendly relationship developed over the years. Though the relationship blossomed, he had dug himself into a friend zone in fact he became her best friend instantly. He hated it; he hated his cowardness. He dug himself deeper with each passing day, with a pitiful shovel.
Damn did he needed a cold shower watching the wind breezing past her glistening body, "Damn, I wish it was me." He mentally screamed watching the scene unfold before his blue eyes hidden behind the dark shades of his Ray Burn sunglasses.
He wore expensive clothing and accessories, because Marron often suggested it. She was in the beautician business for the passion of people looking their very best. Of course, his mother love this about her, because she would often tell him "Trunks you need to hold yourself high in public, you are an important figure." Bulma lectured.
He clicked his neck rolling out the stressing muscles that seem to take hold of him thinking about work and his demanding mother. He was enjoying his elopement today with her at the sandy beach. He wore his famous purple CC chubby swim shorts, digging his bare feet deeper in the sand sitting on a large yellow beach towel under a petite purple umbrella. He tipped his head to the side watching the scene unfold muscle tensing in his neck.
While Marron stood in line near the ice cream truck, she of course being the social butterfly started a conversation with a guy. He had very long black hair, pale skin, slender sleek body with a tattoo on his right shoulder blade reading "Zeus." He wore a very tight lime green speedo which gave a slight outline of his tiny package. Trunks smirked to himself being thankful for his inherited Saiyan penis. He watched her leaned that curvy flirtatious body forward grasping his slender shoulders laughing uncontrollably. So his queen began the flirting session.
"What did he say so funny?"" Was it a joke about his tight speedo? "He grunted digging his hands deeply in the soothing white sand. "Yo, T come in the water it's great." Goten screamed across the beach trying to gain his friend attention as he splashes with Paresu. Both love birds giggling in the ocean tides, enjoying themselves.
"Nah." He simply answered waving his right hand, towards his bro friend turning his attention back to the park ice cream truck.
The green speedo male winner handed her a large ice cream cone and a piece of paper. She eyed it flirtatiously giving a sexy brow to the receiving male. Obviously, he had given his number to her as she started to lick her vanilla ice cream cone she recently received after the lucky bastard bought it. She took the paper grasping it in her left hand. She gave him a light tug on the arm and kissed his cheek. She turned her attention back towards the handsome lavender hair male sitting under the purple umbrella. She slowly started to walk back her favorite Saiyan.
"That dude seriously isn't packing much huh T?" She laughed licking her free ice cream cone sitting in Trunks lap brushing sand against his tan bronze skin. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as she leaned back into his pectoral chest. He rested his chin on her left shoulder looking forward as waves rolled in the crisp ocean.
"Maz, did you seriously want a free ice cream cone? Or did you enjoy torturing the guy?" Trunks stated watching Paresu and Goten throw a red and yellow beach ball back and forth in the ocean waves. He quirked a brow looking at her facial expressions rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Both, it is fun flirting you know. You should try it sometime" She teased slowly licking that damn ice cream cone. He mentally groaned to himself because all he wanted to do was lick her cone as she settles in his lap leaning further back into his warm embrace. They held a warm embrace for what seem like eternity before she finished her cone and settle back on her blue beach towel near him. She had express earlier all she wanted to do today was sunbath. She grabbed a pink bottle of spf cream lathering it on her pale skin.
"Don't get me wrong T, I could easily fuck him because I can defiantly use some "D" but did you see his package?" Marron giggled, lathering cream on her silkly legs.
"Whoa Maz, TMI?" Trunks stated smirking his famous Vegeta style smirk settling back on his yellow beach towel.
"Oh, yea right? Like I don't know about your sexual escapades?" Marron quirked a brow watching his chest rise and fall as he settle in a supine position. He was a gorgeous male specimen with such a unique Saiyan heritage. She also knew that heritage when it involved Saiyan male escapades. Goten often telling her it was a wild adventure with a Saiyan. She giggled at her friend expressions.
Goten seemed to enjoy spilling the beans about Trunks to her. Goten was a wild spirit who would exaggerate information and dared to keep a secret. She often wondered if Goten was releasing information to the tabloids about their famous friend.
"Maz, Goten really shouldn't be releasing classified information." He flirted with her. "I can't help I'm a man with primal urges" Trunks stated getting into his cocky Saiyan stature. He leaned over her lying figure as the sun beamed upon her pale skin.
"Yea, yea." She replied sarcastically shutting her eyes, feeling the sun warm embrace, her hat swaying in the wind. He gazed at the C.C. ice chest lying across her sunbathing figure. He slipped his large hands inside the black ice chest leaning over her. He grabbed a cold can 'Coors" beer and just to send a jolt upon his precious friend he simple let that cold can slip right between her breast as the cold wet moisture fell extravagantly between those ample full breast.
She screamed as the cold can hit her hot skin in between her bikini top. She gazed upon the gleaming cocky purple hair Saiyan smirking the biggest smile. "See I know how to flirt?" He giggled opening the tab and downing the alcoholic beverage to drown his misery.