Hey guys, just so you know, the beginning of this chapter took place a day before the last chapter did. If you don't get it then read the dates, mwahaha.

Movin' on, I have an important and way, way personal question to ask *stands up clears throat* Ready?

How are you guys?

Right, now that that terrifying experience is over, let's move on to your review responses.

Legolas Luver- I'd like to see you when you're angry :D Maybe you can help me punch down some walls, ne? And quit looking around with your 'innocent eyes'. I know exactly you're up to no good. Why you...

Aqua Illusions- I also love Goten, have you met my squad before? *brings out a bunch of grannies* They all love Goten too, especially Margaret here, don't you Margie? Margaret: Why yes, young Goten does my shopping for me regularly. See?

Bra Chan90- Bad language? What bad language? *moves away slowly* Oh and Freddy, I didn't mean he was gay. Damn me and my mixed meaning figure of speeches. Apparently I had revealed to someone what I thought regarding a particular subject and I had 'kicked them in the head'. That wasn't the right thing to say. Back to Freddy, I just mean that he was always some weird blonde guy to me. My first cartoon crush was Freakazoid, remember him? *notices no one's left*

Lady of the Dark- Wow, what were the odds of you stumbling across my other art? Cool. Or maybe you're freaky stalker girl... o.o *screams Ned Flanders style* ahhh! Sure we'll stick together *grabs nearest posessions and runs*

Anime Hellcat- Aww, the first time? Why, I never. Is it 'cos you don't review that much? Well whatever the case, I'm sure it'll be a delight to have you as a reviewer. KD's conscience: Don't believe a word she says, she's buttering you up for the kill. KD: What? I do not. Hansel and Gretel were not considered 'normal' kids, okay? KD's conscience: Manly comfort, pssssh.

Hannio- Don't worry, what you said about guys was totally true. I think it's the way they've been engineered, who knows? And I thought I'd add a touch of childish arguing about strength, lol.

Lisa Visa- You traitor, coming back after 6 chapters *cries* and all because that shit-talking boyfriend of yours (literally).

Forever Broken- Lol, your last review wasn't too hard to decipher. If you got lost through last chapter then basically the plot of it was that: Trunks is unsure of how he feels towards Marron, and he only starts to realise that his feelings may be as more than a friend. He goes to Goten for help and Goten cleverly manages to make him see the light.

Enjoy!

*I do not own the characters from Dragonball Z*

Crazy in Love

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Public Crisis

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: : THURSDAY 22nd AUGUST : :

[Marron]

'Errol!' I wailed, only to realise he was in the room next door. I marched past the corridor in my robe and slippers that I had quickly shoved on.

'Errol!' I yelled as I banged on the door. 'Errol!'

The lock slowly opened on the other side and revealed a tiresome young man. He let me in; not seeming too bothered about my outrage.

'Errol, this paper,' I held up the wad of white and black. 'It says you're a prostitute.'

Errol cringed his face and flopped onto his bed, which he had been standing at the foot of. His face buried into the sheets.

'Well? Do I get an explanation? I think I deserve one, Errol.'

He remained motionless but a muffled voice came from his direction.

'Gimme fibe minutes.' he dragged himself away from the bed and into the en-suite. 'I'll be right back.' he said in an exhausted voice.

The newspaper was still in my hand and I had been clutching it so tight that there were ink marks on my fingers. I threw the newspaper on the table and sat myself down on one of the armchairs.

How could Errol be a prostitute? Was he even gay? Why did he lie to me? Five minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom looking fresher and lighter.

'Hey.' he greeted.

'Hey.' I said back, having calmed down.

'Okay, let's get this over and done with.' Errol took in deep breath. 'I was a prostitute, time ago on the darker side of town, that's why everyone knows me... I-I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd prejudge me, so I told you I was gay, which is practically in the same region because everyone is so narrow-minded. But, I actually am gay, so that wasn't a lie. Anyway, my past still haunts me even as I just make my way through everyday life. It's difficult with things like these,' he motioned towards the paper, 'but I just have to carry on, what's been done, has been done.' he said this with bizarre calmness, he even chuckled a bit when he finished his last sentence. 'Anything else you need to know, Marron?'

'You could have just told me, Errol. Why did you want me to come with you anyway? Was that story about your friends just there to butter me up?'

'No never! That is true, I promise. The reason why I wanted you to come was because I like you. I like people. I hate being alone. When my friends shunned me I felt suicidal- because I was alone. I didn't have any money and no one supported me. I was an orphan and when my so-called friend evicted me from his flat, I had no other option than... well, you know. Believe it or not, Marron, but I'm just like that. I hate being alone.'

I shuffled in my robe, slightly incredulous but sympathetic at the same time. Then I thought 'what the hey?' and a smile toured across my face.

'Did you know I seduced Trunks Briefs?'

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The two days I had left with Errol were very entertaining, despite what I knew. I still remained shocked about his lifestyle but there was nothing I could do about it other than just take him as he was. We continued doing his art workshop and we'd even spent a whole afternoon dedicated to making a garment. I had told him about my dream to design dresses and he'd taken action by buying me roll after roll of fabric. The end product wasn't quite finished, but one could tell it was some form of an evening dress. We sat at dinner on the day before I was due to leave for my parent's house in National Green. I sipped coca cola like it was water and Errol totally treated me to a pig-out. We had a vegetarian pizza-fest.

'Thank you, Marron.' Errol said out of the blue, holding up his glass. 'For staying with me, in more than one way.' 'Oh don't mention it,' I said flopping my wrist, 'thanks for having me!' I followed suit. The crystal chinked, the coke fizzed, and we smiled at each other.

Later on, we caught a film at the District theatre. It was a gruesome horror film- in French, which I didn't understand a word of. Although some of it was quite funny. I didn't know why, though. Errol understood it so he told what happened. Apparently, they were after all the virgins. They being hunky men-aliens from Mars. I slept soundly that last night and the next morning prepared for my departure. I was looking forward to seeing my parents that month. I usually visit them every month, it didn't help that they lived so far, but I always looked forward to coming back to my yellow room back in the bungalow.

'Errol, hon, stay safe.' I said sadly. 'I loved being with you and I promise to call.' 'You better. You men always promise to call and leave us women sitting by the phone all day, huh!' he replied mockingly. 'Have a safe journey, gorgeous.' He kissed me on the forehead and waved me onto the train. I lingered at a nearby seat and smiled at Errol until the train left. He waved and smiled too.

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: : SUNDAY 25th AUGUST : :

My mother screamed as soon as she saw me at the other side of the front door.

'Marron have you seen the papers?' she wailed, 'What's going on?'

I flinched at her unnaturally piercing voice. This was the first time I'd ever seen her this flustered, and heard her vocal chords reach such high pitches.

'Mom, calm down, the papers are lying, I promise.'

'Oh don't you tell me to calm down, missy! I demand an explanation!'

'Well, can I put my bags away first, at least?'

She frowned at me and stepped aside, giving me little space to actually get inside the house, to which I was glad because the horde of people crowding together further down the road didn't exactly fill me with happiness. I knew Errol and I were the subject of their gossip anyway.

I grumpily threw my bags on the bed in my room with the yellow coloured walls, not taking notice of any glances through the window. I didn't really want to go back into the living room to be interrogated, but I held my head high and told myself that I'd much rather get it over and done with.

I wearily made my way into the room where my mother was sitting, apparently occupied with my tabloid article.

Probably getting every last detail.

'Marron, who on Earth is Errol Valentine?'

Typical, why did she have to ask me at all? Why not, never perhaps?

'I met him a week ago, mom. I told you on the train.'

'Is he really a porn star? Did he tell you that or didn't you know?'

'Mother!! He is not a porn star. Why do you even listen to what the papers say? Reading tabloids are a waste of time!'

Porn star? That wasn't in my paper!

'I'm concerned about you! You can't blame me from wanting to keep you from harm's way.'

I backed down because what she said couldn't be argued with. So I decided to reason with her.

'Listen, mother...'

I began to tell her everything. Starting from the first day I met Lorna to the day I prayed to have seen her for the last time. I told my mother about Trunks and my crush on him (to which she gasped because it was Trunks). I told her about how I had been hurt as a result of his short temper, and how he nursed me back to health as a result of my accident. She, of course, already knew about the crash but still winced as I mentioned it, as though it had happened the night before. Most importantly, I told her about Lorna and her conniving ways, and that I was convinced that it had been her who supplied false information to the press about me, and opened a can of worms about the prostitution.

And I also told her that the rumour about my being of a seductress was only actually a rumour. It amused me to see the look on her face when she was skeptical about it.

So, despite that fiasco, the rest of the week was fine. However, I did get some weird looks from the neighbours. But that didn't really matter because I didn't give a damn. The house phone received a voice call from Trunks asking if there was any information on my whereabouts. It was pretty funny and ironic considering that I was sitting right there listening without a worry. Although at first, a tingle was sent down my spine on hearing his voice.

But I don't care, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything.

Friday soon came and something happened that summoned me back to my beloved Orange City on the dot. I went ballistic, when the moment I switched on the television, I was faced with still images of Trunks standing at the utmost top of Capsule Corp.'s offices. Apparently, he was 'threatening hostages'. The hostage was Goten.

I laughed and cursed at the same time. Laughing at his stupidity- why would he want to pull a stunt like that? Oh I know, Goten ate his potato chips. And cursing because he claimed that the reason for his outburst of insanity was because 'someone' had kidnapped his girlfriend... the reward was... oh shit.

The reward was 10 thousand big ones.

And I was the girlfriend.

And great, talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire! I can see it now, instead of 'Blonde babe seduces Trunks Briefs', it's 'Blonde seductress brainwashed president'.

No!

Later that night at dinner, I could still hear the news reporter read about Trunks's misery, and how he pined away for his love. Goten, however, wasn't there. Probably gone to buy some chicken. I sat there watching it with thoughts streaming through my mind.

What does he feel he could achieve by pretending to be a weirdo?

He's using it as an excuse for me to come back.

Why does he want me to come back so much?

So he can carry on taking me for granted.

Why am I so skeptical about his intentions?

Because after a tremendous amount of time, I am still emotionally insecure about Trunks, so I just choose to push all the rational possibilities aside and concentrate on telling myself that I'm wasting time falling for him.

That's my circle of thoughts, it goes on and on and it's always back to the beginning for me anyway.

'Mom, I love you. Dad, I love you.'

My parents looked at me with confusion but both gave a content smile.

'And we absolutely hate you.' they replied jokingly.

I thought back to how Trunks had said the same thing three months ago. And then it hit me.

'Oh my...' I gasped, wide eyed. My parents mistook my response and my dad hurriedly explained that they were only joking.

'Marron, my angel, we would n-never want to hurt you in-intentionally. That was a j-joke!'

'Oh, dad!' I laughed, 'It's not that. I've just realized that I've been missing out on so much! Now I know that I'm loved and that makes me so happy.'

My parents stared at me thoughtfully for a while and then at last my dad said some wise words that held all the meaning I needed.

'Marron, trust your heart, live your dreams. Go back and tell him how you feel before he does another stupid thing.'

I smiled.

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A/N- AHHH!! Lol, basically this is the REAL deal. Marron still is in love with Trunks, but is trying to deny it now because she thinks he'd never love her in return. To which he DOES!!!!

Oh boy ohhhhh boy, you guys are gonna LOVE what I gots in store!! ^____^

Byee!!

Krystal