Hey, guys! Good to see ya again. Ah, my last chapter only got 7 reviews. They were all good, though. I'm not complaining! But seeing as I got 12 reviews for chapter 10 I guess I expected more. But then again, you don't always get what you expect! I was doing some Art homework and came across some stuff by Damien Hirst. I gotta tell ya, that guy has a strange but wonderful mind. Check his work out! Oh and I'm totally exhausted, you would not believe what I've been through this week, with my ex digging up the grave and all that *growls angrily* I'm so sorry to everyone I feel so tired.

Onto your review responses now.

BishounenzAngel- I guess they're both pretty immature, right?

Chocolate Blood- What are salt crackers? Actually I SO would make Trunks sign a pre-nuptual because you can't trust any man, can you? (don't mind my bitter mood)

Lady of the Dark- Sinterklaas, is that Christmas or something?... Oh I must say how much I appreciate your review of every chapter. Don't leave me!

Bloodlust Night- *hugs her tightly and doesn't let go* You are the shit! Lol.

Bra Chan90- Wow, a wise Capricorn. That's absolutely cool. Oh and the jealousy thing is so true. I can soo just turn my jealousy-causing factor on and off. You're right, it's so fun.

Hannio- Nah, they won't find her. I've got this in store for you instead!

Aqua Illusions- Tormenting everyone unnecessarily, eh? Hmm...

*I do not own the characters from Dragonball Z*

Crazy in Love

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Sick and Tired

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: : SUNDAY 18th AUGUST : :

[Marron]

I stood at the train station and looked at the timetable. I had packed every one of my belongings earlier that day, I decided I need some time away. So I made arrangements with my parents back at National Green. Everything had halted. The rent was paused for two weeks, and all my newspaper deliveries were stopped.

I couldn't even describe the hurt I felt after my best friend had practically called me a slut. The thought of him made me sick, because he'd let me down too many times. I even considered moving away for good, and to be honest, the thought still lingers in my mind. Sitting on the moving train, I saw many people come and go. Different faces from different races all determined to a destination. I wondered to myself if whether other people were in the same situation as me. Hopelessly in love with someone I hated so much then.

I sighed and shuffled my bags over and pulled my white pinafore a little over my legs for someone taking a seat opposite me. A smart looking young man, blonde hair, green eyes, and beautiful hands. It's a pretty peculiar thing to notice hands, I suppose. But hands, I found them so spiritual. They are beautiful as the person who owns them. Looking down at my hands, I discovered they were dry and my knuckles had been scarred red. Wall punching isn't recommended, ladies. The person across from me watched as I took out some hand cream and applied it to my own.

'Madam, are your hands all right? They look mighty sore.' he exclaimed. I chuckled at his use of the word 'mighty'.

'Oh, they just need some TLC. I've been neglecting them ever since I fell head over heels in love with my best friend.'

'Oh.' he sighed, and gave me an extremely cute smile. 'My name's Errol Valentine.' he stuck out one of those beautiful hands.

'Nice to meet you, Errol. I'm Marron Chestnut.' I took his hand and shook it softly. 'Where're you headed?'

'Towards National Green, and then a crossover onto the Crystol District.'

'I see, I'm also heading towards National Green. Can I keep you company for... let's see... the next two hours?'

'I don't see why not.' he answered, and I smiled at my new friend.

The food trolley sauntered past and I grabbed two muffins. One for myself and one for Errol. We quietly consumed the snack and then started talking about our lives.

'And then he asked if I was trying to show everyone I was easy.' I was retelling the story.

'No!'

'Yes... and that, is the reason why I am bearing this journey. I needed to escape to my parent's for a couple of weeks.'

'Interesting story. I hope you find true love one day, Marron. You seem like an exquisite lady.'

I smiled weakly at him and finished the last bite of my chocolate chip muffin.

'I really do love him, I just need him to control his temper a little.'

'But, Marron. By the sound of your stories so far, this Trunks guy really loves you. He took you everywhere, and did almost everything for you. The answer is, he loves you. It's up to you to decide the question.'

'Why... I never ever once saw it that way.' I slowly said, creasing my eyebrows. 'I'm confused. I just hope this trip clears my head a bit. I'll remember what you said when I finally confront my problems, though. Thank you, Errol.'

I shook the thought away and then looked at Errol. 'How comes you're here?'

He paused and then sighed, puffing up his blonde fringe.

'I'm here because I'm on a job assignment in the Crystol District.' he started. I sighed, his reason was less than abysmal.

'...But that was just an excuse to run away from my problems.' he continued. I lifted my head, showing attention.

'So... what was the real reason?' I asked.

'My friends, they have trouble accepting the fact that I'm gay.' he answered. I accidentally gasped, but was soon explaining that I had gasped because of shock and not because I had something against his sexuality.

'That's terrible. Friends should support you whatever you choose!' I argued.

'Yeah, if I can call them friends.' he sighed and his eyes had a hidden look of sadness. 'I don't blame them, I guess they'd find me intimidating, you know? Being guys and all...'

'Look, Errol. Don't stand for this! Find new friends, friends that will treat you like the beautiful person you are! Friends that would do anything, friends that wipe your tears when you cry. Friends that would camp outside your doorstep just to make sure you're okay, friends that take you out to your favourite events. Friends that wait days after days for you to wake up... friends that love you.' I found myself close to tears and was nearly shaking Errol by the shoulders. 'I'm... sorry.'

'It's okay. I can feel your emotion. You're a really beautiful person too, Marron. Thanks.'

Errol hugged me tightly as the train neared to a stop. 'This is my stop. I believe it's yours too?'

I smiled and carried my luggage from the train. Errol and I stood face to face, preparing our farewells. Instead, what I got was a serious proposal.

'Marron, come with me to Crystol District.'

'...Wha...?' I frowned, feeling confused. 'Come again?'

'I'd like you as a companion, Ms. Chestnut. Don't worry, I'll look after you, okay? This is totally informal, just as friends.'

He had triggered my heartstrings and I found myself unable to resist. 'Of course.'

Later that day, I contacted my parents and told them of my change of decision. I was to spend a week with Errol and the other week with my parents. They reluctantly accepted and I continued my journey with Errol. He paid for my extra ticket. It turned out that Errol was a big cheese in town, albeit a very adorable, sweet and lovely big cheese. He was like every girl's best friend, screw diamonds!

I don't know how the cliché with gay men is, but Errol knew all the right things to say. He'd talk to me about how a girl can sometimes misinterpret a guy's words, and how men can be so insensitive. He wasn't the stereotyped 'I know all about fashion 'cos I'm gay' man, he was in fact the opposite. He didn't care what people thought of him and he was really, really emotional and smart. I would have fallen in love with him myself if I weren't so hooked up on prince of purple here.

Errol gave me some good advice, never give your heart out unless you intend for it to be damaged somewhat along the way. I thought long and hard over those words. Heck, I think I thought a little too hard because I was in one of my infamous dream states. But I figured out what it meant. Be prepared for love that's what. Because along the course there's going to be some obstacles. It was all so true; I learnt so much from Errol.

He got me my own hotel suite in the heart of Crystol District. Errol was an artist and he was in the vicinity for an art convention. He showed me his many paintings and I shared with him my dreams of designing clothes, which he showed very much interest in. Later that evening, Errol treated me to dinner in a very upper class restaurant. We ate, talked, and exchanged many stories of our lives and I found that I was having so much fun. Trunks had almost disappeared from my mind but every now and then I'd get something that'd remind me of him.

I greeted Errol goodnight and then went back to my own room, preparing for the slumber that my body was so looking forward to.

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A/N- Errol, eh? Seems like a rare decent guy. Hope you enjoyed that, my preciousesessss.

Krystal

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