DBZ doesn't belong to me, you should already have figured that one out. After all this is fan fiction, meaning fiction written by fans, not by the creators. Fans gernerally don't own the stuff they write about in fan fiction......



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Marron glared at the piece of paper she had layed on her bed. It was typical of her, this piece of paper. It was testiment to exactly what had been in the back of her mind these last few weeks.

The piece of paper was actually a school report card. Most people would have been pleased with the results. Not incredibly high, but far from being miserable either. Mostly mid-eighty marks, with a single ninety for art.

Marron despised it for the same reason she hated many other things. It was so average, normal, so not special.

Annoyingly she was good at everything she bothered to put even the slightest effort into. Problem was, she wasn't great at any one of them, nor did she have a particular interest which to devote her life to. Here she was in her last year of high school and she didn't have a sweet clue what she wanted to do with her life. Even that fact was frustratingly normal, most people her age didn't know what they wanted to do.

The most distinctive thing about her besides her completely pink wardrobe (which she picked out specifically so people would associate her with something) was her family and friends.

Get togethers for the Son's, Brief's and their friends were the only time and place where she stuck out. And that was because she was so normal; in that group being normal made her abnormal.

Marron laughed out loud, "Now that's twisted logic for you."

Even Trunks was out to get her, she was "smart, sweet, kind, caring and pretty" not exactly hard qualities to find in one person.

A knock at her bedroom door startled her, "Yes?"

"It's me," Kuririn called. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." Her papa always managed to cheer her up somehow, even when he didn't know anything was wrong.

Kuririn grinned at her, "How was your day?"

"Good," she half-lied, her day had been fine, she just wasn't feeling all that great.

The former monk, and couragious fighter looked at her for a long moment, contemplating.

"I love you, you know that? You're my special little girl. And you keep growing on me!!"

Marron burst into laughter, she was starting to feel better all ready.

"I mean it! But you'll always be my special little girl." With that he pulled her into a fatherly hug.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"What for?"

"Nothing, just thank you."