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Crazy in Love

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Moments

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In some magical way, Trunks seemed to have succumbed to her voice. He exhaled deeply and blinked slowly several times, before he remembered his current location and status. It hurt his muscles a little to move. He felt like he had bruises all over his body, which was almost entirely true.

Gingerly turning his head to the right, he caught a glimpse of the back of Marron's head, she was tucked into the sheets and her body rose up and fell down gently with every breath.

He was interrupted in his thoughts as a sharp pain shot up his left arm. Closing his eyes, he tried to fight the unwanted sensations. A few moments later, they stopped.

What I'd do for a senzu bean right now. Trunks thought to himself. Senzu beans were the only helpful way of healing for Saiyans like him.

'Marron!' he tried to call to her, but to no avail.

'Marron!'

Silence pursued.

All the while, Marron was awake. She only chose to ignore the calls because she thought she had just imagined them. She opened her eyes though, when she heard her name a second time. Curiously, Marron slowly sat up. Once fully upright, she turned and indeed found Trunks staring at her nonchalantly. None of them had noticed, but Trunks's heart monitor had momentarily stopped the moment he saw her face.

'Hey... I'm alive.' Trunks said calmly, even though his voice was croaky and uneven. He shone a weak smile at Marron, who had a surprised expression on her face. She hadn't expected the unusual greeting, especially when she feared he'd lost his life. But then she slowly caught up with Trunks's sense of humour.

'Damn. Better luck next time.' she equally replied. She returned the smile.

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Outside their ward, Goten was sitting with his head resting on the arm of his hospital seat, which had bits of once immaculate fabric on it.

The rest of the families had gone home earlier to settle things. Seeing as Marron's parents had been called upon unexpectedly, they were offered to stay with the Briefs. They gladly accepted the offer and so their things had to be unpacked.

Goten was just about to fully drift off into Slumberland until he was interrupted by a clanking noise, which caused him to wake up with a start. But however, he lowered his defences, as it was his girlfriend, Paresu.

'I thought you'd like some company tonight.' she smiled sincerely alongside a steady voice. 'Beats waiting alone, doesn't it?'

Goten welcomed her into his arms and offered her his seat. But she grabbed his wrist and sat him down. Instead of getting another chair, she propped herself onto his lap. They sat embraced in each other and closed their eyes.

'I love you, Goten.'

There was a slight pause, which caused Paresu to hesitate for three-quarters of a split second.

'Marry me.'

Paresu shot up with eyes and mouth wide open.

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In a dimly lit room, #18 sat on the bed with her legs crossed. She looked like a swan- a very unlikely swan- as she stared unconsciously into the rain outside the window. The beating of precipitation composed rhythmic fills, which, to her, was the perfect form of music.

'Do you ever think they'll be together, honey?' Kurillin asked, breaking her trance and joining her on the edge of the four poster bed.

She inhaled a few times and took her time before answering. 'I hope so.'

Kurillin was used to his wife's mysterious temperament. He looked meaningfully at her with half-open eyelids and a lopsided smile on his face.

'Have I ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman in all the galaxies?'

#18 turned to face her husband and after a while smiled warmly, which was something she rarely did.

'Of course, it's... one of the reasons why I love you so much. But don't tell anyone, they'll think-'

'They'll think I'm going soft in my old age.' she replied casually.

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Goku was staring at a candle flame in the kitchen while a cocktail umbrella spun frantically about his lips. He had the same old vacant grin on his face. It was midnight and he'd just come down for a little snack when he realized his son wasn't there. Usually, the two of them would scavenge around and fight each other for way of the fridge. Only on that particular night, Goten was out looking out for his best buddy.

Goku thought about and missed his best friend, the Nimbus cloud.

A clever thought came to his mind. He sprang open the door to the garden and made a very important call. Instantly, the cream coloured puff of cloud flew down on cue, and Goku mounted it.

He was so busy with his excitement that he didn't see a certain pan-bashing woman behind him. But that night, she took a break from her nagging self. She was waiting to be noticed.

'Ahem... mind if I join you?' Chichi asked softly.

Goku spun around in surprise and beamed at his wife. The moon gave her a beautiful glow and her brown eyes were deep and expressive.

'Yeah!' he helped her jump on the cloud and they flew off swiftly into the sky.

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Inside one of the rooms in the Briefs's mansion, a silhouette was plastered against the glass of the window. It belonged to the infamous Vegeta and he was standing next to the full-length porthole, deep in his thoughts.

Amongst his contemplation, Vegeta was unsure about whether his son would pull through. After all, Saiyans weren't immune to heart failure and the doctor had mentioned something along those lines. The surly prince of Saiyans had never been challenged with a situation like this before. He wasn't used to shedding emotion.

In the past, all that was necessary was physical outer strength, and all that was needed to cure fatigue was a single senzu bean, two at most. However, now that he was confronted with actual risks of life, he didn't know how to feel.

'He, he's going to... make it, right?' he asked, the huskiness of his voice had an effect that showed he was concerned.

Bulma put down her book that she was pretending to read. She found it merely impossible to go anywhere beyond the first two lines of the page. The lines that she must have read ten times over and over.

'Yes. He'll be fine.'

'And the moment he wakes up, I'm going to make him tell Kurillin's brat how he feels.'

'Yes.'

The brooding man retreated into his bed and wrapped his arms around his wife. They gently kissed and went to sleep without saying a word.

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After a long pause, which consisted of two people staring curiously at one another, Trunks broke the silence.

'So, tell me about that house in the country?' Trunks smiled.

Marron stirred shyly.

'I-I had to tell you how I felt... how I feel.'

Trunks just continued to smile at her. 'I'm not just saying this but-' he started. 'I totally agree.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Marron raised an eyebrow.

'I'm also glad you told me.' Trunks said happily, almost like an ecstatic child. Although his smile was not visible to Marron because of the lack of light and the purple bruises on his face.

'I didn't say I was glad.' she corrected.

'Why not?' he asked, confused.

'Because I've ruined our friendship.' she reasoned.

'No you haven't.' he argued.

'Yes I have.' she retaliated.

'No you haven't.' he assured her, sitting up a little.

'Yes I have.' she fought back.

'No you haven't because I feel the same.' he finally said, in hope of shutting her up.

'Yes I have because you don't feel- what?'

'Trunks... what?'

Marron was dumbstruck, she didn't fully believe the situation was real. Trunks managed to pull himself upright but kept his left arm untouched.

'I have feelings for you. Definitely as more than a friend, and so much more than a best friend.'

'So, that was why you didn't kiss me back today? The ball was in your court this morning...'

'Oh damn, that was a heated moment, wasn't it.' Trunks stated rather than asked. 'Well, Marron, I didn't know what to do, everything was just so, so... imaginary.'

Marron seemed skeptical. She still didn't believe the situation.

'I mean, come on, Mar! I have this beautiful, amazing, extraordinary woman in front of me and she's about to kiss me. It's just too good to be true. So I blacked out.'

'You blacked out?'

'System shutdown, if you will.' he justified offhandedly.

Marron stifled a little giggle and tried to keep a straight face. However, as this was Trunks she was talking to, she just couldn't help but smile.

'Listen, hon. I've been in love with you for God knows how long! I've been living my life with you in it and I've always been grateful for that, don't get me wrong. But I've always wished that there could be something more. And earlier on, Marron, when you were about to kiss me. I just... I just... things changed. There was now this possibility that I could be happy. I needed to think it through.'

Marron listened with cautiousness and nodded along.

'I understand.'

'Yeah.'

Marron sat staring into space. 'Say that part again?'

Trunks laughed softly as this behaviour he expected from her.

'No, seriously, Trunks. Don't say you love me unless you mean it.'

'Okay, I really like you, then. And I want to court you.'

'Huh?'

'Yeah, I've always wanted to say that. Marron Chestnut, will you be my girlfriend? They say second time lucky!'

'No they don't. It's third time lucky, you silly fool.'

'So you have to reject me once more before I get a chance to get you into bed?'

'Why, I believe we're already both in bed.'

'Just not together.'

'I'd call this together.'

'You're sweet, y'know that, hon?'

'Quit calling me, 'hon' already.'

'Don't try to change me, babe.'

'Or else...?'

'I shall have to smooch you forever.'

'I'm so scared.'

'So am I, this is you I'm smooching.'

Marron leant over a little while laughing and got out of her bed.

'So, how much does it hurt?'

'Not so much now that you've gotten my mind off it. But just imagine a building collapsing on you after you get scratched up by some goons.'

'Very funny. Any way I can help?'

'There's just one way.'

'What's that?'

'Replay 12:57 PM.'

Marron smirked modestly.

'Brace yourself.'

She leaned in, and gave him the most passionate kiss created from her pent up emotions. To him it was magical, to her; she deserved it after what seemed so long.

'I've always wanted to do that.' she murmured after they broke it up. All Trunks could do was lie there with his eyes closed and a smile from ear to ear.

'Mrs. Tibbles, you're a damned good kisser.'

Marron creased with whole-hearted laughter. 'It's been so long! I've missed you so much.' she laughed through the tears that she found spilling from her sparkling eyes.

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A/N- Oh okay, I give in! You'll get an epilogue.