The next morning:
Marron slipped out of her shower spraying her body with Chanel perfume for a good 15 seconds striding into her closet filled with piles of clothes. She rummages through a few skirts settling for a black skirt and finding a yellow blouse laying on her small treadmill tucked in the corner of the room. The treadmill now piled with several layers of clothes with her lack of dedication. She slipped on her skirt then a purple thong. "Nope not worth the discomfort" She talked to herself, slipping off the thong and picking up a cotton pair of panties with printed yellow polka dots. She slipped the cotton fabric on, then managed to lean back on her bed trying to suck in her bloated stomach from last night mexican food. She expertly held her breath and zipped her skirt. -Need to really get that treadmill cleared and exercising.-
She stood up again buttoning her yellow blouse bringing out her golden blonde hair and slipped on a pair of black heels. She glanced at her silver watch 5:46am burping leftover queso. She knew better than to drink beer and eat queso but damn it was good. She quickly swiped her brown leather bag and keys with bottle opener keychains. She opened her bedroom door recognizing Su on her laptop at the kitchen counter working intensely on finals.
Marron grabbed a few bags of Cheetos out of the gift basket Trunks had given her. She whispered, "Good luck Su, you got this." She winked as Su gave her a small smile and waved.
Marron quickly exited the apartment locking the purple door and running to her Red Toyota Corolla. She hopped in revving its engine and linked her phone onto Bluetooth before exiting the apartment complex parking lot. She turned right onto the interstate playing "Someone like you" by Adele as she sang along with her squeaky voice missing all the notes. She swerved into the left lane passing an 18-wheeler as then swerving back into the right lane. She managed to exit and get onto the highway nearing the large yellow Capsule Corp dome. She pulled into Capsule drive and entered the concrete parking area. She quickly shut off the car, grabbing her brown leather bag. She jogged across the concrete running a few minutes late. She nears the familiar keypad entering the secret numbers. Her heels clicked with her achy pale legs taking the marble stairs reaching his room. She entered another code entering swiftly, the gray room dark with freezing temperatures. The AC blowing harshly, she shivered as she walked near the thermostat in the corner of the room. The blue lit thermostat reading the temperature 58 degrees. -Geez Trunks, are you becoming a Nightwalker?-
She turned the knob raising the temperature to 70 degrees, she shivered again wrapping her arms around her body. She walked forward towards the kitchen as she tripped on something but ignored it flipping on the lights. -Oh No! Fuck-
The large gray living area was a wreck, soda was dripping off the kitchen island with several Fanta cans opened. The marble floor had crumbs from a box of cheerios splattered all over. The box was what caused her trip as she peered over to the sofa. Beer cans were scattered all over the coffee table and around the sofa. The scene was quite mortifying, as Marron slapped her forehead in shock.
Trunks was half hanging on the brown leather plush sofa, his right hand and foot dangling. He was bare chested with a stained red substance on his pectoral area. His lavender silky hair was disheveled, and his left hand was placed on top of Mindy's red hair held in a ponytail. The familiar stripper's face was tucked inside his blue boxers. Her face turned to the side, she dangled her left hand over his bare legs. Mindy was snoring wearing a lacy gown with her ass in the air. Trunks was showing all of himself the large flaccid penis hanging to the right side in the open. Marron cheeks turned crimson; this was the first time she saw him like this. Obviously, both passed out while Mindy was trying to give him a blow job. -What the fuck do I do?-
Both were oblivious of her entrance; she bit her lip slowly approaching the duo. Damn how about that Saiyan awareness? She thought to herself noticing Trunks sniffle his nose but was completely out. She devises a plan on the fly. First to get Mindy out of here and paid for her services. -hate to see this bill-
Marron tugged the young red hair lady by her arm, as she stirred but sunk deeper into his boxers. -Oh my Dende this is not part of my job description-
Marron tugged again with a whisper "Mindy wake up." Marron glanced at her watch, today was going to be a late workday. Mindy stirred, opening her brown eyes, stretching with a yawn. She innocently looked around recognizing Marron. She smacked her lips, her eye-shadow smeared across her face.
"Hey, I think it's time to leave. How much does he owe you?" Marron gently asked, as she helped the young lady up from her slumber. "Oh…..um five hundred." Mindy stated unashamedly, Trunks being a regular customer for blow jobs. Thankfully, Marron knew the girl decently enough encountering her in passing leaving Trunks quarters before her entrances on random mornings. Marron nodded her head finding Trunks slacks sprawled on the floor, she dug inside for his brown leather wallet. Mindy stretched, and opened her hand waiting for the cash. Marron counted five-hundred-dollar bills and handed an extra hundred for a tip. Mindy smiled "Thanks for the tip! FYI he got shitfaced drunk and upset about something."
Marron waved her hands nudging Mindy out the door. "Ok um thanks for your services." Mindy quickly exited.
-Phew-
Marron turned around taking in the scene again the room was trashed and even the couch had a gashing tear, yet he didn't budge. If they were going to make breakfast at the nursing home, she would have to wake him. She bit her lip, walking over to the kitchen counter emptying a large fruit bowl of apples and oranges. The bowl was decorated with floral green and blue flowers, a gift from his mother when she visited Cuba. Marron walked over standing above him and gently laid it over his large appendage, her cheek bright crimson. She didn't want to embarrass him when waking him. Though she doubted he would be abashed, he was cocky but just in case.
She set the bowl and gently tugged his arm, he stirred scratching his nose and mumbling something about a heart and fuck. He was still slightly dreaming, she tugged a little harder "Trunks we need to get up." She whispered in his right ear as he stirred again, his eyes widened open. The piercing blue eyes dilated then constricted, he took a deep breath gripping his chest, he slowly took in his surroundings. His head spinning as the blonde in front of him was blurry and spinning. He groaned, closing his eyes, and gripping his chest. "Hey, are you ok?' Marron asked, rubbing his arm. The fruit bowl moved a little but still stayed in place. Trunks peered down embarrassed, the weight of the fruit bowl on him. He was confused as Muffs tugged him back into reality.
"Muffs what time is it?" He rasped his throat dry and on fire. He leaned forward picking up the bowl to peer inside, sure enough he was hanging out. He put the two together as Muffs stuttered.
"6:45 am, I had to put something on you." She gently spoke as he buttoned his boxers taking the bowl off himself and settling it on the coffee table while Muffs sidestepped. Muffs left him there running to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water and twisting it's cap off. She walked back to him as he hung his head low with groans. He was gripping his head and he was cursing under his breath.
"Here drink some water, you need to sober up. FYI I paid Mindy and she left." Marron sat on the coffee table handing him the cold water. He swiped it and gently brought it to his lips gulping several sips finishing the bottle in seconds.
"Please another." He requested, tossing the empty one on the coffee table as Marron got up again and grabbed another water handing it to him. He gulped it and stood, he needed to get ready for work and they were already late. His bare feet feeling the cold floor as he stumbled tripping over his pants and a beer can. He fell forward hitting his head on the corner of the sofa, a gash opening instantly bleeding. -Fuck-
Marron panicked trying her best to pick up his heavy body, she never saw him this drunk. He stumbled forward as she helped him walk through the living area and through the bedroom entry. The room was dimly lit, as she flipped on the lights. The dark gray bedroom was surprisingly neat, the bed made and everything in place compared to the horror in the living area. She noticed the deep gash above his right brow dripping blood onto his bare shoulder as he groaned. Damn it he may need stitches.
Trunks gripped her arm, the room spinning. "Urgh Muffs, whatever you do don't let go of me." He stumbled, as she laid him on the bed, he fell dramatically onto the warm blue duvet. He gripped his head; he could hear his pulse as it thumped inside his head. Marron studied him, as he groaned, gripping his head. "Fuck." He yelled trying to get up but succumbed to the dizziness.
"Ok just stay here I have an idea." Marron quickly left him on the blue duvet bed and ran into the kitchen opening a few cabinets looking for a pitcher. She cursed under breath not being able to find one. An idea crossed her mind. -The fruit bowl-
She stepped over a few cans of beer and grabbed the damn fruit bowl off the coffee table. She opened the freezer top of the fridge pouring several ice cubes into the bowl, then walked over to the kitchen faucet pouring water. She saw this trick on a documentary hoping it would work. She bit her lip, her anxiety through the roof.
Marron carefully lifted the bowl, the weight surprising her, as she cautiously walked into the bedroom. She carried the bowl to the bed carefully stepping near the bedframe. Tunks was lying face down into the blue sheets. "Sit up." She stated, holding the heavy bowl against her chest, watching him slowly sit up, his eyes red with dilated pupils. She tossed the cold water and poured it all over him, the sheets soaking instantly. The cold shock made him sputter but hopefully restarted his parasympathetic senses. His eyes constricted the cold shocking his body, as he coughed violently waking up his senses. The room stopped spinning and he wrapped his arms around himself. He sat in the middle of the bed shivering, but it fucking worked.
"Muffs I owe you." He gently stated, he shivered gazing his vision at her. Marron held her right hand above her brow in contemplation as her sapphire eyes met his. "Thank Dende" She announced dropping the bowl glancing at her silver watch.
"Shower! I'll get things in order." Marron helped him off the bed, his body soaked and shivering. He coughed again, as he gingerly walked forward. She nudged him into the glamorous granite bathroom shutting the door. She felt embarrassed and overwhelmed. The Wednesday filled with Bibbity Bobbity fuckery and it was only 7:04am. She leaned her back against the bathroom door hearing the shower. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. -Well, that's a first. And he did not have a snapper for petty sake it was huge-
Marron shook her head, she couldn't be thinking about his dick, she needed to rearrange a few things for the day to make it somewhat manageable. She ran into the kitchen grabbing her brown bag and her Iphone. She worked her magic on the scheduled calendar, her fingers swiping across the screen.
An Hour later:
He leaned forward rubbing the back of his neck as he measly listened to Mrs. Betty's whines. She was upset because she lost her baby doll and was walling as staff was looking for it. The elder lady kept yelling and was crying banging her hands into the bed.
Trunks shivered with each loud bang, his sensitive ears being affected. Trunks wore dark shades with a blue button shirt with no tie and blue slacks. His appearance unkempt and the dark shades hiding his red alcoholic haze. He could still feel the lingering alcohol give him a sour stomach as he mustered himself to bite into the apple cinnamon oatmeal now lumpy and cold.
"What's with this?" Dr. Briefs asked, pointing to the sunglasses and his grandson's poor attempts to eat the oatmeal. His spoon continued to stir the contents, instead of eating it as would a Saiyan. He quirked up a grayish lavender eyebrow, taking a crisp bite of his toast.
Marron could be heard outside the door screaming at what sounded like a business meeting arrangement. She was pacing back and forth, in front of the room door. She waved her hands frustrated with someone over the phone.
"Sorry Pops, a bad start to the day." Trunks mumbled; he gripped the bridge of his nose with a frustrated growl. The yelling literally caused him to tremble and grow close to losing it.
"Boy, this shit ain't new. They usually find the doll in the laundry mat." Dr. Briefs explained, pulling his warm cup of coffee to his lips. He took a small sip, "But I must say you look like shit Boy."
Trunks groaned, he felt it as he pushed the oatmeal away. He rubbed his forehead, and sighed. He knew better than to loosen up and decide to drink on a work evening. Then he called Mindy for a little fun, which didn't happen falling into a deep drunk slumber. He couldn't remember if he got his dick hard and up, but what made matters worse was Muffs finding him like that. The fruit bowl on his naked genitals, he felt mortified. He would joke with her with a hint of sexual crudeness but there was no denying she saw him. He groaned, as his Pops tugged his arm.
"Boy, what's wrong? You've been hiding something?" Dr. Briefs tugged his arm again, something bothering the old man watching his grandson so emotional.
"Pops, I'm scared….and I "
Trunks was interrupted when Stacy came sprinting into the room, "Look what I found Mrs. Betty. I found Suzy." Stacy did a twirl and a victory dance as she handed the elderly lady her doll.
Betty whimpered and dried her tears across her neon yellow gown. A warm smile tugged the elderly lady's lips. "Oh thank you, My poor Suzy." She gripped the doll tightly, kissing it's bald head gingerly. Trunks smiled at Stacy wording a "Thank you." Stacy gave the young Saiyan a thumbs up as she glided out the room with her puppy scrubs. Trunks intently watched her leave, noticing her cute ass sway out the room. He smirked briefly, when his Pops slapped him across the head, his sunshades falling to the floor. "Damn it Pops ouch."
"Boy what did I tell you! Stop thinking with that dick. You need to start living…"
Trunks interrupted his grandfather slamming his fist on the bedside tray. The oatmeal cup falling to the floor with a slushy thump.
"I'm so fucking tired of everyone telling me how to live my fucking life." Trunks yelled, abruptly standing up and tossing a glass of water across the room. Dr. Briefs yelped, surprised by the outburst as he sat up coughing. Marron ran inside still holding her Iphone to her ear, she could hear Trunks yells. Mrs. Betty started to scream "Shut up. Please Shut up. It's ok Suzy."
"Shut up you fucking nut." Trunks yelled, his anger rising. Marron dropped her Iphone to the floor, not concerned about the meeting arrangement. She quickly grabbed Trunks left arm, tugging him away as he tried to approach the elderly lady. He growled, and roughly pulled away her grasp. He pointed at his grandfather, "I come here for you. I don't need your lectures about my life or my ways. I love you Pops but "Trunks paused his eyes teary, with his rage getting the best of him. His grandfather appeared scared; the pearly eyes transfixed on his grandson. Mrs. Betty was cowering under her blankets gripping her baby doll tightly, she could be heard whispering to Suzy.
"Boy, No one here is lecturing you. But something is wrong." Dr. Briefs cautiously warned trying to sit up and stand. Marron quickly stopped the elderly man; he was supposed to be bed bound. This was not good for his health.
"It's ok Dr. Briefs, he just hung over." Marron soothed the elderly man, as he perplexed a brow. He gently sat back down with Marron gently nudging him into the soft bedding.
"He shouldn't be getting drunk." He whispered to Marron as she shrugged her shoulders, unsure what to say. She could hear Trunks leave the room, slamming the wooden chip door. The numbers above the door frame shook with a tremble, one numerical three falling to the cold tile floor.
"I'll keep an eye on him Dr. Briefs." She whispered lovingly, tucking the elderly man's lavender hair behind his ear. She pointed her finger "Wait let me get your treat." She jogged across the floor stepping out of the cream color room. She picked up her brown leather bag from the tile floor, dropping it earlier with Trunks outburst. She swung it over shoulder, opening it to find the M&M's bag. She faked a smile entering the room again and handing it to Dr. Briefs who gripped her hand taking the bag but not letting it go. Marron stood there quietly waiting, the old man upset.
"I have a bad feeling." He announced, patting her hand unsure why.
"Dr. Briefs he is fine, he just drank too much." She kissed his forehead, "We will see you tomorrow ok." She gives him a hug and bends over to pick up her phone from the tile floor. She waved happily to the elderly man exiting the room. She gently closed the door gently finally letting out an exhale slowly through purse lips. Her trembling hands digging in her purse, she grabbed a chocolate penis candy munching on it. She could not handle any more emotional upbringings today. She was going to fuss at Trunks, he didn't need to do this. What was going on with him?
Trunks slumps over the curb taking a seat at the end of the sidewalk near the nursing home. He felt like a trap rat trying to escape the metal bar snapped around his body. The trap being his life with the impending clock. The annoying ticks, seconds, minutes, and hours all slipping away from him.
He roared a growl, gripping the bridge of his nose trying to take a deep breath, wanting something to strike him. The Saiyan in him wanted a fight, a punch, a pain. -Dende Please-
The breeze gently rolled across his heated skin, his lavender hair swishing with its gust. Muffs gently took a seat by him, the hot concrete warming her yellow skirt bum. She rubbed his back, he looked miserable sitting there trembling. She could him growl, but she didn't fear the audible noise, she sighs. Trunks wouldn't admit it, but he was at his limits.
"I need the rest of the day till tonight's game. "He nearly chocked, his fist slamming the concrete. "Ok.."
"I'm sorry if that's conflicting with your schedules." He gently spoke, picking up his head with his red eyes staring into her sapphire shiny eyes. Marron nodded understanding, perhaps she shouldn't have pushed him today but the breakfast with his grandfather was so important to him.
"Take the day, go spend it with Chester."
"Trunks let's go get lunch and talk. Just vent." She pleaded rubbing his back, as he shivered. "You should have left me drunk and passed out." He spoke anger with himself and his emotional outburst. Marron shrugged her shoulders not understanding the conflicted Saiyan.
"Yea well I don't think your mom would of appreciated finding you two like that." She joked, dropping her heavy brown bag to the concrete. "You know she would hunt you down once you missed a few meetings." She announced cancelling all the meetings over her Iphone. He peered over her shoulder watching her fingers swipe across the screen.
"Trunks whatever is going on with you, you are pushing people away." She spoke as she continued on her phone, she was scared to see his emotion. The Saiyan male being so unpredictable. She cancelled the last meeting with" due to personal reasons" pressing the confirm blue button on her phone. Marron bit her lip, "Tell your mom and everyone it was me. I was sick and you didn't want to spread my germs."
He nodded, peering his vision forward staring at the grassy field with daisy flowers swaying in the breeze across the parking lot. The sways so mesmerizing, and peaceful the empty field looked undisturbed. Marron peered her vision forward wondering what gathered his attention but remained quiet.
"Am I pushing you away?" He asked, stretching his legs as sweat dripped from his forehead. The heat miserable but he lacked the energy to care, the swaying of daisies so mesmerizing.
'Trunks you've been hashing it out with everyone. I even heard you threw a hard jab across your father's chin in the gravity room last week. Perhaps-" Marron was cut off as he quickly stood walking forward crossing the asphalt road. The heat waves radiating from the hot searing concrete as his dress shoes scraped across the asphalt. She curiously watched him pick a few daisies from the abandoned field. She wiped the sweat from her brow unsure what he was doing but she curiously watched him bend over picking weeds away grabbing more daisies.
Trunks grabbed a little over a dozen yellow daisies. He crossed the street once more handing her one with a small smile. "Go home Muffs, spend some time with Chester. I'm going to go talk to Pops."
Muffs twirled the daisy curious with the sudden mood swing as she picked herself up from the curb. She watched him dig in his pockets pulling keys to the suburban. Trunks slapped the keys into her hands with a smile. "Take the suburban, I'll fly back and text me the information needed for the game tonight. Invite Chester. Get four seats arranged." He quickly gave her a peck on the cheek and ran towards the white brick facility inside the nursing home again. -What the hell kind of mood swing was that Trunks-