Raindrops

Chapter 1: Lace Of Your Dress

AN: 3/28/2019 - I was going back editing some grammar and messed this chapter up lol

The predicament she had found herself was actually rather interesting. Here she was, coming home from a party that her friend Valese dragged her to. While Marron was never the partying type she gave the brunette a chance...and the evening was truly less than stellar. With sleazy men throwing lustful glances at her, eyeing her like a ravenous pack of wolves - the blonde felt less than safe. So when she made her way to the elevator to her apartment, she expected anything but the tan, lavender-haired twenty-something she had managed to purge from her silly teenage fantasies.

She could feel her heart pound against her chest as her eyes met with his, heat running across her entire body as she realized the more than revealing short slip dress and heels she wore. "Marron?"

Marron opened her glossed lips to speak but was cut off by the hybrid stepping into the elevator with her.

"You live here?"

"Yeah," Marron said, her arms folded, trying to cover herself up. "Do you?"

Trunks leaned back on the railing, dusting off the shoulder pads of his black suit non-nonchalantly. "In the penthouse, actually," Trunks stated as he adjusted his glasses back on his face. "You look...festive."

Marron scoffed shaking her head, the loose blonde curls bouncing. "I just moved here...and my friend decided to celebrate." The blonde dug her long nails deeper into her arm, "awful night really, just a bunch of drunk people and loud music."

The hybrid sighed, pressing the button for his floor. "Oh come on, bet it wasn't that bad." Trunks replied, hopeful. "What's the worst that could have happened," His royal-blue eyes examined the blonde's outfit. The dress barely hanging off of her seeming as if one wrong move could fully expose her. The hybrid shook himself out of his lingering stare. "Some losers hit on you?"

Marron's azure eyes flicked over to Trunks who she noted was actively staring to a corner, his cheeks almost pink. "Yes, that is exactly what happened," Marron stated bitterly. She bit her lip as she backed herself tighter into the corner. "Honestly, Valese chose the worst outfit for me..." Marron groaned.

The demi-Saiyan looked at her quirking a brow at her, "I think you look nice..." The hybrid wished he could shove his entire foot in his mouth.

Shit. Trunks thought. You can't think like that, dumb ass she's like...family or something.

He caught sight of the blonde's reddened face..and chest, as she actively tried to avoid his glance.

"Thanks...I guess." Marron huffed out, her eyes staring down at the hybrid's dress-shoes. "This just isn't me, I guess," the blonde shrugged.

Trunks stared at the floor indicator and back towards her, "I didn't mean it...like that..."

Marron broke a small grin. "Yeah, I guessed that." The elevator doors opened on the 20th floor. She looked back, her voice caught in her throat at the sudden intensity igniting between them. She hadn't realized his tired eyes clinging on to her. "You uh...want a drink or something."

Trunks grabbed the elevator door as he absentmindedly replied a yes, stepping off the elevator. His eyes glued to the six-inch heels that were muffled with the soft carpet flooring, until stopping in front of a tall white door.

"It still may be a bit messy with the whole moving process," Marron began, "just take a seat on the sofa, I'll be back in a minute."

Trunks slumped down on the sofa, his arm absently hanging on the armrest. It took some time to process just what on Earth he was doing, he had to work at nine and he was in some blonde's - hold on, not just some blonde. He was in Marron's apartment, sweet little Marron, who would cry when her pigtails got yanked. He recalled he bullied her about her nose for so long and called her squirt for being so short. Trunks didn't understand, when and how did she grow up. The last he remembered of the blonde was almost five years back at the tournament...her red dress and ridiculously shiny mary-jane looking shoes.

The next moment the blonde exited in a giant, fuzzy robe, her hair and makeup still intact. "Sorry, just needed to get that off of me." Trunks watched as the robe dragged slightly across the floor as she made her way behind the counter, she began taking out an assortment of different drinks. "What do you want?"

"Got any whiskey?"

Marron glanced at her pantry and nodded.

"Then that." She placed two cups, pouring the drink before walking over to the hybrid and handing it to him. "So, why West City?"

Marron sighed as she sat down beside him, "honestly?"

She looked over to Trunks, her eyes growing with sincerity. "I wanted to leave that damn island for years."

"Growing up with that pervert around was probably weird too..." Trunks chuckled taking a sip out of his drink.

But the blonde stared at the lavender-haired man in utter disbelief, had this man, who she invited into her apartment really imply that her 'grandpa' had done something to her? Marron grit her teeth and huffed out exasperatedly, "What exactly are you implying Trunks?"

Trunks scoffed in disbelief, he couldn't believe he had to answer such a question. "You know as well as I do that Roshi is a perv-"

"Roshi never did anything to me," Marron stated defensively. "He's practically family so you take that back."

Trunks placed his drink down on the coffee table, hands up defensively under the fiery glare of the blonde.

She didn't understand her sudden confidence, but she could remember the blushing fifteen-year-old she was as she garnered a crush that ate at her for years. She was sure she got rid of said crush...but here he was yet again, dressed in what seemed like work attire, with disheveled hair that must have been previously gelled down. Despite his unruly appearance and rude remarks...she could feel her heart reverting back to that younger version of herself.

"Yeah, my bad. I don't really get the whole situation, unlike you." Trunks put his hands down. There was a pause that lingered on far too long for comfort.

"Are you working?"

Marron nodded as she took another sip. "Got a job with a fashion magazine, I start next week actually."

In Trunks' eyes, it made perfect sense - he didn't expect anything but that. He always knew his sister and the blonde shared that same passion. He took a better glance around the room, catching sight of the pink house framed near her balcony door. Trunks got up walking over to it, a hand stuffed into his pocket, "Kame house."

"Gotta be reminded of home sometimes." He turned his head towards the blonde who's glossy lips stayed in a small smile; he smiled too.

"Trunks..." Marron began. The hybrid nearly freezing at the sound of his name not noticing just how "womanly" her voice had become, it was a near reflection of her mother's voice. "Shouldn't you be getting to bed soon, you have work tomorrow don't you?"

"Right," Trunks stated and looked back towards the blonde, the smile was slight. "Maybe we can catch up sometime soon?" Trunks asked, "over coffee or something?"

Marron's eyes widened at the invite, but despite it, all her heart thumped a mile a minute.

"Sure."

Oh, God.

Marron ran straight to the bathroom as soon as she heard the door click shut. Her azure eyes hazy as she splashed cold water onto her face. Her makeup now trickling down her cheeks. He wasn't asking her out, was he? No...of course not.

Why would he?

Marron pulled out the makeup wipes frantically, scrubbing her face clean. Perhaps it was the slip dress, the blonde was more than certain she heard Valese say something along the lines of men loving how her "tits looked in that." Marron's cheeks quickly lit up, he wasn't staring, was he? He doesn't think she is some skank now, right?

Or worse…

What if she was just making crazy assumptions in her head...and he turned out to just want to be friends.

What have I gotten myself into?

"What the hell did I just do..."

Trunks had gotten far enough away from the blonde's apartment to begin to recollect his thoughts. He followed her in there, after having been practically ogling her. She must have thought he was some creep now.

Am I a creep?

Trunks pressed the up button of the elevator, panicked at the sudden revelation that he may possibly be attracted to his childhood friend. The chubby three-year-old with no nose and pigtails is now...well…

Attractive?

Trunks swallowed hard, entering the empty elevator. Closing his eyes as the elevator shut.