The bed squeaked and rocked back and forth at the pressure. Trunks gripped the headboard with one hand while the other gripped her waist. He panted harder and harder as the blonde arched her back and screamed at every orgasm. Trunks pushed himself up and down inside of her, making her drip around him.

"Deeper!" She moaned. "Harder, faster, faster!"

'This bitch just don't know!' He laughed to himself.

"Harder baby! Harder!" The girl screamed.

Trunks lifted her legs on his shoulders; he slid in as deep as he could. His pace quickened; deeper and deeper he went; harder and harder he went.

"You like that shit!" He grunted as he smacked her ass cheek. She scratched and pulled on her breast, causing them to bleed.

"Oh, Trunks baby! Baby! Baby!" The girl screamed. She reached out to touch Trunks' face, but he moved her hand away. She dug her nails in his back. Trunks let out a harsh grunt then he fell on top of her. The girl breathed radically underneath him, panting and rubbing her pussy excessively. She licked her fingers and ran her hand through his hair; Trunks rolled off her on his back. The happily satisfied girl cuddled next to Trunks, and rested her head on his chest.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The girl looked at him surprised.

"Get off me." Trunks pushed her off of him and turned away from her. He hated when his one night stands wanted to cuddle.

She sat up slightly, "I just wanted to be held."

'Get a dog or something' He thought to himself.

His laborious breathing began to relax. His body was drenched in sweat. He opened his eyes and glanced out the window. He thought of a girl, an innocent sweet girl; beautiful she was indeed. She was way too young; however, his already aroused nature got the best of him.

She was a virgin of course. She had her head on straight, not like the women he was used to. He could smell how many men she fucked in her short life; it disgusted him. He wanted to push her out of his bed and burn the sheets.

He wanted to kiss Marron and lay her down; make love to her the right way if he ever had a chance.

He closed his eyes, and thought, 'Yeah right!'

The sun rose and his head was throbbing from the night before. He looked over to see the petite blonde wrapped in his sheets comfortably with a large grin on her face. He stared at her for a while.

He shook her roughly, "Get the hell up!"

"What time is it," The confused girl asked, waking up slowly.

"Time to get your ass up and go home!"

"Damn, I don't get breakfast?"

"What the fu…hell no you don't get breakfast! What the hell do you think this is!" Trunks sat up in the bed and grabbed his boxers to put on.

"You know what Trunks Briefs! For a man as rich as you are, you really need to learn how to escort a real woman around!" The girl grabbed her uniform and hurriedly put it on.

"You're absolutely right."

Blondie turned to him with a slight grin on her face.

"Here," Trunks grabbed her arm and led her out of his room. He told her to be quiet as they crept downstairs to one of the many back doors. "Let me escort your ass out the door!"

The girl snorted and walked out."Fuck you!"

Trunks gave a sarcastic smile and closed the door.

As he headed back upstairs, he noticed Bra's door slightly opened. He walked by and peaked in; he saw Marron and Bra laying in the bed. Marron's hair tossed across her face, and she wasn't wearing her glasses.

Trunks stared at the sleeping beauty for a moment. Bra began to stir and he quietly closed the door and returned to his room. Seeing Marron made him cringe at the happenings the night before. He ripped the sheets off the bed and burned them with his hands. He got in the shower, turned on the hottest temperature and relaxed his mind.

After his shower, he ran downstairs to join his family for breakfast. He sat down at the table, but didn't notice all eyes on him. His head was still pounding and he desperately needed food.

"Good morning everyone," Trunks grunted.

"Well good morning," Bulma said sarcastically as she threw a plate of food in front of him. He looked at his mother in confusion.

"Thanks for waking the world up last night!" An irritated Bra snapped.

"What are you talking about?" Trunks asked innocently, pouring himself some coffee.

"Deeper, harder, faster, Oh Trunks! Baby!" Bra mimicked as she ate her eggs.

"Stop it!" Bulma screeched in disgust. "I know you're an adult now, but no one wants to hear your sexcapades. Have some more respect for this family."

Bra, Vegeta, and Mrs. Briefs snickered to themselves. Bulma shook her head and read the paper. Marron, however, did not laugh. She held her head down and ate quietly.

He remembered closing the door, but he guessed it didn't shut. However, he didn't know Marron would spend the night. Otherwise, he would've kicked the girl out.

"What are you girls going to do today?" Bulma asked as she sipped her coffee.

"I don't know yet," Bra shook her head, eating her eggs.

"Marron, you okay honey?" Bulma asked concerned as she put her paper down. Marron had not spoken that entire morning.

"Yes," Marron whispered, "I'm fine."

Trunks lowered his head, embarrassed by his indiscretions the night before. 'Why do I even care?' He asked himself. 'This girl really got my mind twisted!'

"We're done!" Bra hopped up from the table and grabbed her and Marron's plates to put in the sink. "Come on Marron, let's go upstairs!" Bra grabbed Marron's hand and led her upstairs.

"Deeper! Harder! Faster! Oh my God! TRUNKS! TRUNKS!" Bra mocked again laughing as she ran up the stairs.

Trunks smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Bra cut it out!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta choked on his food in laughter.

"I'm done!" Trunks pushed his plate away and rose from the table. He headed upstairs to his room while Bra's laughter echoed loudly throughout the halls. He looked angrily towards her, but met Marron's eyes instead. He stared guilty into what seemed a dark abyss. She looked away and followed Bra into her room.

Trunks entered his room and slammed the door. Pissed at himself, he jumped in the bed and covered his eyes. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He couldn't understand these damned feelings. "What the fuck!" he shouted to himself.

"Stupid girl! Why is she always here!" Not being able to live his life the way he wants made him angry; caring how some girl felt made him angrier.

He couldn't stay in the house any longer; he had to leave. The walls felt as if they were closing in on him. He flew out of his bedroom window onto the roof. He needed to collect his thoughts, and this is where he always went. He closed his eyes and let the hot sun beam down on him. Still suffering from a hangover, he didn't realize he was lying right above Bra's bedroom window.

"This skirt is so cute!" Bra cooed as she danced in the mirror. "What do you think Marron?"

Marron didn't answer. Bra turned around to see her friend on the window bench hugging her stuffed piglet.

"Mare-Bear what's the matter? Are you upset about my brother," Bra asked as she sat next to her friend on the bench. "If you are then don't be."

Marron clutched her stuffed animal tighter. She continued looking out of the window at the crystal pond behind the home.

"I told you not to get your hopes high about him; he's a slut!" Bra scooted closer to her and rested her head on Marron's knees. He's a dick! Trust me, you're better than that. You're far too intelligent and gorgeous to let someone like him bother you."

Marron cracked a small smile, but still seemed depressed.

"You can do better than that Marron."

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Most definitely!" Bra said.

Bra's voice started to fade as Marron drifted away; coincidentally so did Trunks.

Trunks laid on top of the roof staring at the moon. He didn't know what to make of everything going on. His dad was dead and now he had to be the man around the house. The sound of his mother's cries echoed through his ears as his grandparents consoled her. He couldn't take it! He had to leave, even though he didn't know where he would go.

"Trunks.," A small voice rang. "Trunks, what are you doing up there all by yourself?"

He looked down and saw a small blonde girl hanging out the window. "Go inside, it's cold out here!"

"Why are you out here by yourself Trunks?"

"Are you dumb," Trunks snarled. "I said go inside before you catch a cold or something!"

"Can I come up there with you," Marron sweetly asked.

"Go away Marron!" Trunks crossed his arms above his head and fell back on the roof. He started drifting off again, until he heard small grunts coming from the window below.

Marron attempted to climb out the window. He flew down and pushed her back in. She fell and landed on her back.

"What do you think you're doing you idiot? You wanna die too," Trunks yelled as the tiny blond lay helplessly on the floor.

Marron's eyes started to water as she tried to pick herself up. "I'm sorry Trunks. I just wanted to be your friend."

His heart softened. It wasn't her fault he was so angry.

"Come on!" He picked her up under her arms, and carried her to the window. "I'm sorry I yelled at you and knocked you down Marron."

"It's ok!" Marron laughed, forgiving him almost instantly. She wrapped her hands tightly around his neck as he flew out the window onto the roof.

When they landed, Marron's arms were still tightly gripping his neck, cutting his circulation. "Okay, you can get off now." He pushed Marron's arms from around him and they both sat down watching the glistening stars above them.

"They're so pretty. Do you think your dad is up there?"

"Don't ask about my dad! God, I should have let you fall out the window," Trunks snapped. "You're so annoying Marron! Why don't you go make a pest of yourself somewhere else!"

He turned away from her as her eyes began to fill with tears again.

Trunks instantly felt bad, he didn't mean it. He was hurting inside, and needed to take it out on someone.

"I'm sorry Marron," He apologized, still facing away from her. "I never thought this would happen! I'm kind of scared."

"I get scared sometimes," Marron said leaning her head on Trunks's back, "but as long as I have someone to talk to, I feel better."

"Yeah maybe you're right."

"He'll be back,'' Marron yanwed. "I'm so sleepy Trunks."

Trunks turned around and allowed Marron to snuggle against his chest.

His anger and fear subsided and he began to enjoy Marron's company. "Do you really believe he will come back?"

"Yes, but until then I'll be here."

Trunks smiled and wrapped Marron up in her blanket. The two children laid together on the roof with only the universe watching over them.

"Marron!" Bra yelled.

"Huh? What?"

Bra smiled at her friend with a mischievous grin. "Are you thinking about my brother?" Bra smiled.

"Maybe," Marron laughed.

"Gross! If you like him that much just tell him!"

"I was but…" Marron paused.

"But what?"

"After last night I just don't know how I feel about him anymore!"

She opened the window to take in the morning air.

Bra got up from the window bench to admire herself in the mirror again. "You should tell him how you feel! That's what I would do. I just don't know what girls see in that loser anyway!"

"They see his money, his cars, his looks, his ego..." Marron said nonchalantly.

"His dick," Bra laughed. "That's what I hear anyways!"

Marron blushed, "Uh yeah probably!"

Bra grabbed a couple of outfits from her ginormous closet and started trying them on.

Marron watched intently as she wished she could afford nicer things.

"Well, what do you see in him," Bra asked.

"I see…" A strong emotion in Marron wanted to release her feelings, but internal fears silenced her.

Little did they know, Trunks was now listening to the conversation; he needed Marron to say it.

"Never mind," Marron sighed, resting her head on her folded arms.

Trunks sighed in disappointment and laid his head back on his arms.

"Just say it," Bra demanded. "It's not like he's listening or anything!"

'She's right! He'll never know anyways!' She thought to herself.

Marron inhaled deeply, "Well I see…Trunks."

Bra snickered a bit, flinging another outfit on the bed.

"See. I knew I shouldn't have said anything!" Marron threw her stuffed animal at Bra, but she dodged it easily.

"I'm sorry, I'm just confused. What does that even mean?"

"It means I see Trunks! He portrays this gruff, abrasive man on the surface; however, underneath I know he's passionate and courageous. He's intelligently competitive, and despite popular belief, compassionate. Sure, he's rich, good-looking, and has his "perks", but his presence is whimsical in every way. He's dangerous, but assured. After your dad died, he changed, but my feelings haven't For as long as I can remember he's been there. He's all I know, and all I want to know if you know what I mean."

Bra turned to Marron and nodded, "I'm amazed. You must have your mother's vision or some shit, because I don't see anything of what you're talking about in Trunks."

"Bitch," Trunks silently whispered to himself.

"So, what are you saying? What feelings do you have for him?" Bra asked as she tried on another outfit.

"I don't know. I think I love him," Marron admitted.

"Are you sure," Bra asked. "I mean you two hardly spend time with each other. I mean, like, I'm not trying to take away your feelings or anything, but are you sure it's love and not a crush?"

Trunks held on to every word Marron said. No one had ever talked about him like that, not even his own mother. For the most part everyone thought of him as a piece of shit, a trouble maker, but not her.

He had a lot to think about; it would be too difficult to love her from a distance knowing what he knows. Until he could come up with a resolution, he had to stay away. She opened a piece of him that he wanted to hide from the world. He never had time to grieve his father's death. Even though he was revived by the dragon balls, it still traumatized him well into adulthood.

As a child, he maintained the image of strong and mature. He was born into a world full of chaos, violence, and destruction. He used women as a release for his frustrations, but after today, after Marron's confession, he didn't want to anymore. He wanted her desperately. Nothing or no one dare stand in his way. In many ways, he was like his father. Focused on a goal, and doing whatever it takes to achieve it.

His feelings were secure; he would move a mountain for her. He would fight whoever he needs too, only to be with her. When the sun faded, so did he.