Raindrops

Chapter 2: Take Flight

A/N: Longer chapter! ;o

"Hold on a second," Valese began. Marron was telling the brunette about the evening encounter she had with Trunks. To Marron, it seemed like nothing else should have happened but Valese had quite a different idea.

"You mean to tell me," Valese continued, "you had Trunks Briefs in your apartment, apparently checking you out-"

The blonde quirked a brow at her, "I didn't say that."

"Checking you out!" Valese emphasized. "And you didn't fuck him?"

Marron gawked at her friend for her obscene language. But the thought did linger in her head for a moment too long. She imagined those rough arms around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her - wait - she can't be thinking those things. For kami's sakes, this was Trunks - her childhood friend! The blonde shook the thought out of her head as she proceeded to sink into the palm of her hands. "No, that'd be weird."

Her mind and her words were juxtaposing themselves if she was being honest. The rush of meeting her five-year crush again, seeing him better than ever stunned the blonde. "Listen don't get any ideas, he's basically like family."

Valese glanced at her nails, "whatever you say, Marron." The blonde grumbled bitterly, her eyes narrowing down at the bored brunette. "Look, all I'm saying is Trunks is obviously more than that to you."

Marron sunk into her white couch and groaned loudly, "he invited me to coffee too."

Valese turned over to the blonde and chuckled. "Oh yeah, he definitely wants some." Those very words prompted Marron to smack the brunette's arm lightly. "What?"

"There is no need to be so dirty about it," Marron huffed. The blonde's cheeks reddened from what seemed to be frustration and possibly embarrassment. This crush wasn't anything sexual...it was as innocent as they came. Besides, it was just an old crush, Marron has liked other guys after that tournament. It's not like Trunks is the one and only crush she ever had.

Hell, she recalled herself having some childhood crush on Goten. (For protecting her from Trunks' constant teasing. Clearly, it didn't go beyond that as she was just five.) Unfortunately, the blonde couldn't get the image of the suited bachelor out of her head. Her heart flitted, she refused to believe that she was really going through this crush all over again.

Just as Valese was about to open her mouth Marron's phone buzzed. The two women looked over and saw the caller ID.

Speak of the devil.

Trunks glanced at the blue screen, feeling the strain strike him in the eyes. He slid his fingers between the bridge of his nose and groaned. In his frustration Trunks came to a profound and philosophical thought: Work sucked. Despite the hybrid's high IQ he has never felt so lost, like a child piloting a spaceship. In truth, Trunks was bored. Bored of the formalities, the parties, the city's bustling nature. Four measly years ago, Trunks was thrilled of being the family's youngest CEO. But tackling this leviathan so young was his biggest mistake thus far.

He flicked his glasses back down from his head and pushed them back as he continued to type away mindlessly. His mind was nowhere near the concentration level the task he had at hand required. His mind drifted to Marron and felt what seemed to be a bubbling envy towards the girl. She was working in a job she loved and was still so inspired rather than dulled by the city lights. In her nature, she was secluded and reserved, and for a moment Trunks pondered if that was how living free felt like.

Trunks tapped his fingers on the glass desk, his eyes flicking between the window to the computer. Should he leave? It was an idea that he definitely flirted with in the past, however, he hadn't committed such an act in ages. It wasn't like he didn't deserve a break. Trunks had years to finally realize his mother's legacy. There was a creeping suspicion that her escapades with his father didn't occur in the dead of the night. Trunks crept towards the window, unlocking it and crawling out. He squat on the ledge of the building, propelling himself into the air, before blasting away.

His eyes glanced below at the tiny specks of people in the city, wondering where each tiny person was going. As he flew between a cloud, feeling the dew rest across his face and suit. For a tiny moment, Trunks was happy to feel free from his obligations...even for just a moment frozen in time. He flew towards the tall building he called home, landing a few blocks back and walking up to the building. As he made his way to the elevator, his mind was invaded with the same strange thought: Marron. Strangely enough, he couldn't get his childhood friend out of his head, almost as if that girl cast some spell on him. He sounded ridiculous, a spell?

He was allowing lustful ideas waft into his mind yet again. Ever since he began taking work seriously, he has deprived himself of women. Not that he was trying to have anything like that with Marron. But he would never dare to admit that her looks that evening were definitely eye-catching. All despite his dismal attempts to keep things respectful. Trunks palmed his forehead, in attempts to stop thinking about such things.

"This is Marron we're talking about, Marron is your friend. She is your childhood friend no less," Trunks grumbled. But he would admit one thing: he wanted to see her one more time. Not to make her fall for him or anything of that nature. More-so to confirm that he was gravely sleep-deprived.

Taking a step into the penthouse, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

Marron listened intently to his voice, feeling herself melt. Oh...she was really reliving this crush again, huh. Marron's lips parted slightly but was interrupted, "Marron?"

The blonde blinked before snapping back to reality, "Oh, Trunks... hey!"

She listened to a sigh from the other end of the line. "I uh- I hope this isn't too last minute but-"

Marron's blue eyes snapped to Valese who has been eavesdropping the conversation. She was currently mouthing "I told you so's" at the blonde. Marron clicked her tongue, waving her hand in Valese's face. "I was wondering if you were up for - uh - going out somewhere."

Marron looked down at her outfit. An unflattering pajama pants and the messiest bun one would have ever graced their eyes upon. "If you could wait a bit then, sure," Marron replied coolly. Before cocking her head at Valese who had already gone into Marron's room.

"Thirty minutes?"

Marron looked back at Valese, who was nodding intensely, "sure."

"I'll see you then," Trunks replied before hanging up. Leaving Marron feeling as though she were suspended from a high altitude.

She let out a shriek, unsure whether it was from excitement or frustration. She could not allow this guy - this hot guy - her childhood friend to ruin her damn life. Marron was convinced she let Valese's words seep into her mind. From the corner of her eye, she saw Valese with a top and skirt hung on a hanger. "Marron, come here, we don't have time to be screaming," Valese whined. "Seriously, that scream ruptured my damn eardrum."

He felt odd outside of his normal garb of a fitted suit and glasses. But perhaps shredding the same formulaic look was healthy in some regard. He waited in front of Marron's door, straightening out the dress shirt he wore. Another hand stuffed into his fitted black slacks. He was about to knock yet again but heard the door unlock, Marron stepping out with a smile graced on her lips. "Sorry for the wait, Trunks," Marron stated, shutting her front door gently, "was trying to find my card." She continued before spinning around to fully face him. "Let's go."

"So," Marron began, pressing the elevator button, "where do you plan on taking me, hm, ya' never really specified."

"Around," Trunks replied nonchalantly, "the sun is still out, y'know."

Marron shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess, speaking of which - could have sworn I saw you going to work-"

Trunks quickly looked over to the blonde, his finger over his lips. "Shh, you didn't see anything-" Trunks began before cutting himself off. "Wait, you saw me?"

Marron's cheeks grew increasingly red at his words. "D-Don't get the wrong idea, I was in the mail room and-" Marron stuttered over her own words. Trunks smirked at the fumbling mess she was. Before she could finish her sentence the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

As she stepped in, she leaned against the railing. "Guess I'm just that irresistible, right blondie?" Trunks joked, but still prompted an even more flustered reaction from her.

"Ha! In your dreams, Briefs." Marron replied, arms crossed.

Trunks scoffed and watched the counter. As he stepped off the elevator, he looked over to Marron and tilted his head slightly. Marron seemed to stop in her tracks, cerulean eyes connecting with his royal blue ones.

"Marron," Trunks began. She felt her breath get caught in her throat for a moment. "Can you fly?"

The question caught the blonde totally off guard, "Wha-?" Marron shook her head. "Yeah, but not very fast, I basically just...float."

Trunks sighed exasperatedly, "Well, I don't really want to move at the speed of a damn space slug now would I."

Trunks leaned over to the blonde, close enough to pick up the smell of her perfume lingering on her. "This sounds a bit strange, but you wouldn't mind me just...carrying you, would you?" Now it was Trunks who was red, more-so over the embarrassing predicament he's placed the girl in. "It's cool if you-"

Marron chuckled swatting her hand lightly before Trunks, "just don't drop me, alright?"

"No promises," Trunks announced before picking Marron up with a sweep into his arms prompting an immediate ear-shattering shriek from the blonde. Trunks paused, already at a bird's eye view and looked over to the blonde, "what?" He asked before taking a glance at her completely disheveled hair. A snicker daring to escape past Trunks' throat. He could have sworn the blonde was accustomed to higher speeds by now.

Though it seems as though he was sorely mistaken as she was absolutely frozen. Her arms, thin albeit strong squeezing the life out of him. "Do you just want to fly at your speed?"

Marron nodded as she floated away from the hybrid, flattening her hair down. "You could have warned me y'know?"

Trunks scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Hm, and just where is the fun in that?" Trunks asked, before floating slightly ahead of the blonde, "come on slow-poke." Marron narrowed her icy blue daggers at his head. She attempted to piece together a good comeback. A pout gracing her lips as Trunks looked over his shoulder. "Remind me to teach you how to fly faster, this is pretty inconvenient."

She frowned as she attempted to push herself to go faster. Trunks took notice of the slight rise of Marron's ki, whipping his head back and forming a boyish smirk. "Well well well," Trunks began, "look at the speed demon over here!"

Marron used all her might to catch up to him. Finally, when making it, she spat out what she believed to be an acceptable comeback. "Oh please, you Saiyans have always had the upper hand!" the blonde exclaimed. "I deserve some credit, I mean - I'm not a fighter and I'm catching up!"

Trunks smirked, looking over his shoulder locking his eyes with her. Marron felt her heart skip a beat. Despite all wills to avoid such a feeling; Trunks ended her with a wink before blasting away.

She furrowed her brows, watching as he was leagues ahead of her she swore to herself she would catch up.

A/N: Surprise consistent updates from your's truly! :)