My
most humble apologies for the loooong dry spell in between Chapter 4 and 5!
(bowing furiously many times in contrition) I've been very busy at work. I only
wish I could fly away like Trunks does when he doesn't want to work :P
Three
years have passed since Trunks and Marron revealed their feelings for each
other. As we approach when DBGT starts, can their budding relationship survive
what the future has in store for them? Enjoy!
Note: From this point on,
there will be references to certain events that happened in DBGT. If you don't
want to spoil it for yourself, you may want to skip until the end. But that
wouldn't be any fun, would it? ^_^
Disclaimer: Everything
remotely to Dragonball, Z, or DBGT belongs to Akira Toriyama. The fanfiction is
mine.
THE WAY WE WERE
Chapter 5: Private Time
By,
Babboo
"Excuse me, Mr. President, but you have a visitor
here to see you," Trunks' personal assistant summoned over the intercom
connecting their offices. Unfortunately for her, Trunks wasn't in any mood to
be civil, let alone see anyone at the moment. He had missed lunch again.
"Tell them to go away," he replied brusquely.
"I'm sorry sir. She's very insistent and refuses to
leave until she sees you. Shall I send her in?"
"Oh, very well. It's not like I'm going to get
anything done today, anyway," he muttered irritably.
He heard the sound of the door opening, but didn't even
bother to look up when his visitor entered his office.
"This better be important. I'm a very busy
man."
"Too busy to even have lunch?" a familiar voice
came from across the desk.
His head shot up immediately and was surprised to find
that a very well dressed woman in a navy blue business suit stood in front of
his desk, holding up a bento lunch box from behind her back in a cute
handkerchief covered with goldfish. Her jet black hair was tied back in a
severe bun, and wore dark horn-rimmed glasses that covered most of her face.
But there was something about those eyes. Trunks stood up and walked over to
her to get a closer look.
"Have we met before? It feels like I know you."
"Let me refresh your memory," the woman replied
grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulled his head down to her lips.
Trunks was too stunned to react by this sudden and rather bold display by a
total stranger.
"Hello Mr. President," Marron said, smiling
mischievously while removing her disguise.
He just stared at her with a dazed look on his face.
"Marron?" he asked in complete surprise.
"Did you miss me?" she asked, ruffling her blond
hair out of its confining restriction.
Trunks responded by linking his arms around her waist and
kissed her cheek fondly.
"I thought you were going to be more discreet."
"What did you expect? Sunglasses, a hat, and a
trench coat? Besides, it's your fault I had to come in this get-up. You kept
telling your assistant that you were busy and not to be disturbed. How else was
I going to get into your office to see you? Break down the door?"
"If I had known that it was you, I would have given
her the afternoon off. What are you doing here?"
"I thought you might need a little break. Are you
hungry?"
Trunks gave her a look that made her blush from head to
toe.
"I meant for lunch," she amended quickly.
"Oh," he replied in disappointment. "Sure.
What did you bring me?"
It was a good thing she made enough food, knowing that
Saiya-jins were notorious for having voracious appetites. Even for someone who
was only half Saiya-jin, Trunks ate about as much as his father did, and then
some. And from the look he had just given her, it must have been true for other
things besides food, she thought in amusement.
"Mmmm, that was delicious. Thanks for bringing
lunch, Marron."
"My pleasure," she replied looking into the
empty lunch box, amazed that he had finished every last morsel even before she
had gotten through half of her food. She should have gotten used to it by now.
Marron perched herself on top of his desk and swung her
legs back and forth, while nibbling on the last nikuman.
"So, how's your day so far?"
"Oh, you know. Just the usual."
"That bad, huh?" she replied, recognizing that
familiar tone in his voice.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Not to the casual observer, no."
"It's just another day in paradise," he said
sarcastically. "How was your day?"
"Can't complain. I finished my last final this
morning."
"That's great! Are you still going to try for that
internship you were telling me about?"
Marron crossed her fingers for luck. "I sent them my
application already, but I won't know for a couple of weeks. I just hope Mama
and Papa will let me go through with it. I love them, but sometimes they can be
a little too protective, especially Papa."
Trunks leaned back in his chair and chuckled. "That
sounds just like Krillen. Don't be too hard on him, Marron."
"Sometimes, I think he never wants me to leave the
island."
"Maybe he just doesn't want you to get hurt. After
all, you're his only child. It must be hard for him and to let you go."
"Yes, I guess you're right. How did you get to be so
smart?" she asked, running her finger down his necktie lightly.
"I'm the president," he replied as a matter of
fact.
Marron burst out laughing at his brash confidence. She
was glad that he didn't lose his sense of humor, even though work sometimes
stressed him out. As for Trunks, just being with Marron was enough to ease any
stress that he felt. She was always
there with a patient ear and a warm, understanding smile.
"Do you realize that in a few days, it will be three
years since we've been going together?" she asked.
"Has it been THAT long?" he replied in
amazement.
"Well, you don't have to get all that excited
Trunks," she said dryly, objecting to the way he made it sound.
He gave her an apologetic smile. "I just meant that
I can't believe that time has passed by so quickly."
"That's better." She looked at him shyly.
"I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together."
"Yeah, me too," he replied softly. "It's
just too bad we have to sneak around like a couple of criminals."
"Admit it, Trunks. You enjoy it as much as I
do."
"Guilty as charged. Brings me back to the good old
days when Goten and I got into trouble when we were kids. Yup, those were the
days."
"You sound like an old timer, Trunks," she
teased. "Everyone will think that you've gotten soft."
"I am NOT old," he replied, a little
defensively. "And I haven't gotten soft. I can still beat Goten, you
know."
"Yes, of course. Anything you say."
"When do you find about your grades?" he asked,
changing the subject.
"Not for a couple of weeks."
"Sooo, you'll be free to pursue other
'extracurricular activities'?" he asked suggestively.
"And what exactly did you have in mind?"
Knowing Trunks, Marron had a pretty good idea already.
He responded by pulling her onto his lap and began
nibbling on the sensitive area behind her ear, making her tremble with delight.
Marron's hands wandered to his tie and loosened the constricting knot before
slipping them inside his shirt. She turned her head and bent down to kiss his
eagerly waiting lips.
"I like the way that you think," she replied,
leaning her forehead against his, after they had separated.
Trunks just gave her one of his confident smirks.
All of a sudden, they heard Bulma's voice approaching the
office. Trunks and Marron both stared at the door in horror. If it wasn't one
thing, it was always another that interrupted their private time. Marron would
have hated to try to explain what she was doing in Trunks' office in her rather
compromising position.
"What'll we do?" Marron asked in sheer panic.
"Quick, put on your glasses and your wig. She'll be
here any second."
Even as they spoke, the doorknob began to turn. Marron
fumbled with her disguise, but was unsuccessful putting it back on.
"I'm sure my son has time to see his own
mother," Bulma said authoritatively, before coming in.
Without hesitation, Marron dove under the desk and
crouched into the farthest corner, trying to keep herself from being
discovered. Trunks went around to block her from sight as well.
Bulma entered the room just as Marron went under.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Trunks asked
nervously. "I wasn't expecting you."
Bulma walked over and sat down in the chair on the other
side of his desk.
"Since when does a mother need a reason to see her
own son?" she asked, turning her cheek towards Trunks. He kissed it
perfunctorily.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"I came to see how you were doing. We never get to
see you anymore since you started working late at the office."
"Oh. Well...uh, you know how important these
contracts are," he replied evasively. If only his mother knew that it was
just a convenient excuse to see Marron.
Bulma looked at him suspiciously. "You're not mad at
me, are you? After all, it's been three years since I made you and Marron call
off the wedding. And it was for your own good."
"No, mother, I am not mad at you," Trunks
replied patiently. "And Marron and I are still friends."
Marron smiled to herself. They had become more than just
friends. It was just too bad that they had to keep their relationship a secret
from everyone.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. On another note, have
you thought about what we discussed the other night?"
"Oh, no Mom. Not again. I thought we agreed to drop
the subject."
"You agreed. I didn't."
"For the last time, I am not going to go out on a
blind date with another one of your friend's daughters."
"Why not?" she demanded. "It's not like
you and Marron are seeing each other anymore...are you?"
"Um, no."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I...I just can't okay?" he replied
uncomfortably, knowing that Marron was underneath the desk listening to every
word.
"Trunks, I'm not asking you to marry anyone."
"But that's what you really want," he surmised.
"How do YOU know?"
"You've got that look in your eyes again."
"And what look is that, pray tell?"
"The 'When am I going to have grandchildren?'
look."
"Don't be smart, young man."
"Why the sudden interest in marrying me off? What
ever happened to not rushing into anything and considering my options before
making any future commitments?"
"That was when I thought you were going to leave
Capsule Corps and become a conceptual artist. But now that you've come to your
senses, it doesn't hurt to plan ahead and start thinking about your
future."
"I don't believe this," he muttered under his
breath.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not getting any
younger. I'd like to see you with a family of your own BEFORE the century is
over," Bulma replied sarcastically.
Trunks put a hand to his forehead and covered his eyes.
"I'm getting a headache," he moaned.
Marron put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing
out loud.
"Mom, I'm twenty eight years old. When are you going
to stop treating me like a child?"
"When you're sixty eight," she replied
automatically.
"I really don't need you to run my life for me. I am
more than capable of taking care of myself."
"Fine. I was only trying to help. If you want to
break your poor mother's heart like this, go right ahead," Bulma said,
giving her son a major guilt trip.
"Mom," he entreated unsuccessfully.
"No, go on. I'll just sit at home with your father
and hope that some day, I'll have a grandchild of my own. With any luck, I'll
still be alive by then."
"Stop talking like that. Aren't you being a little
melodramatic?"
Bulma responded by wailing loudly. Trunks immediately
went over to console his mother.
"Mom, please don't cry. You know that I can't stand
seeing you like this."
Marron shook her head back and forth in disbelief. He was
falling for the oldest trick in the book.
Finally, Trunks gave up in the end. He just couldn't take
it anymore.
"Okay, okay! I'll do it!"
Bulma stopped crying immediately, her eyes void of any
tears.
"You will?" she replied hopefully.
Trunks stared at her in disbelief. How did she do that?
"What do you want me to do?" he asked
reluctantly.
"Will you at least go out with Mrs. Sato's
daughter?"
"If I go out with her one time, JUST ONCE, will you
promise to stop setting me up with every woman in sight and let me live my own
life?" It was bad enough that every time he went out in public, hundreds
of women glommed onto him, clamoring for his attention.
"It's a deal," Bulma agreed.
Marron slammed her fist down on Trunks' foot from
underneath the desk, angrily. Needless to say, she wasn't happy with his
response.
"Ouch!!!!!" Trunks yelped in pain, grabbing his
foot.
"What's the matter?" Bulma asked.
"Oh, nothing. My foot just went to sleep," he
replied quickly. For a woman who didn't fight, Marron sure packed a wallop of a
punch. She must have gotten it from Juuhachigou.
"Look at the time. I'd better get going. You know
how your father gets when he has to wait for his food. I also want to work on
that space pod."
"Are you still tinkering with that?"
"It's almost finished. All it needs are a few last
minute adjustments, but I'm sure I can get it going in no time."
She gave her son a peck on the cheek, which he accepted
in embarrassment.
"I'll see you at home. Don't work too hard."
He ushered his mother out the door, limping gingerly and
then turned to go back to his desk.
"You can come out now. The coast is clear."
Marron crawled out from underneath the desk and got up to
a more dignified position and gave him an icy stare.
"How could you? How could you make a promise like
that?" she demanded.
Trunks hobbled back to her. "You look so cute when
you're angry," he teased.
"Never mind that. Answer the question."
"It's just this one time. If I keep my end of the
bargain, my mom will leave me alone. I'm only doing this for us."
"How noble of you," she replied sarcastically.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that you were
jealous Marron," he observed, smirking at her.
Her cheeks burned hotly in embarrassment.
"Me? Jealous? Don't be ridiculous."
"Somebody's jealous," Trunks continued in a
mocking sing-song voice.
"Humph!" she huffed angrily, turning her head
away.
Trunks reached over and tilted her chin so that she was
looking into his eyes.
"Listen to me, my cute, but jealous girlfriend. No
one could ever take me away from you," he said before brushing his lips
against hers.
Marron felt her anger evaporating as quickly as it came.
Maybe she was being a little too sensitive.
"Do you really mean that?"
"I really mean that. Do you think that I want to go
through with this?"
"You gave up so easily. I thought that you were
interested."
"If my dad can't win an argument with my mom, what
makes you think that I can?"
Marron smiled, in spite of herself. "What was I
thinking?"
Several seconds passed by before she reluctantly agreed.
"If this will get your mom off of your back, I guess
it's okay with me. But if I find one smudge of lipstick on you, you won't be
walking for a month," she threatened, putting her clenched fist under his
nose.
Trunks laughed and kissed her hand placatingly. "You
have my word."
Marron paced back and forth in her room like a caged lion
as she tried to keep her mind off of Trunks' impending blind date. For four
days, she had been on pins and needles and was nothing but a jumble of nerves.
It wasn't that she didn't trust him. Deep down, she was just afraid that he
would get tired of her and find someone else. After all, he certainly didn't
lack for female company. She sighed with a heavy heart. Normally, she was a
sane and level-headed woman. When did she turn into such a nervous, insecure
wreck?
"I guess that's happens when you're in love,"
she said aloud to herself.
Marron suddenly stopped pacing and vigorously shook her
head back and forth, as to snap her out of her daze.
"Did I say that?" she asked incredulously.
"Where did that come from?"
Marron sat down on her bed, before she collapsed from the
shock of her self-revelation.
How could she suddenly be in love with Trunks?
"Was it really all that sudden?" a little voice
inside asked her.
Maybe that would explain why she had always kept a
special place in her heart for childhood friend, even though before, he had
never shown any indication that he was interested in her as more than just a
friend. Except that now, that friendship had grown into something deeper.
Something that scared the living daylights out of her. This wasn't any fleeting
school girl crush. She was deeply in love with Trunks, and there was nothing
she could do about it. But there was the more urgent question. Was Trunks in love
with her?
"Marron-chan!" Krillen called from downstairs.
"There's someone here to see you."
"Coming papa!" she replied automatically,
grateful for the opportunity to escape her racing thoughts.
That was strange. They rarely had visitors to the island,
unless of course, there was a major disaster lurking just around the corner.
"Hey there, stranger."
"Goten?" she asked in surprise. "What are
you doing here?"
"Well, that's a nice friendly greeting. I just
thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing. We really haven't had a chance
to talk to each other much since that dinner at Trunks' place a couple of years
ago."
"You mean the night when all hell broke loose?"
"Hey, at least you and Trunks got out of that
mess."
Except that now, she had gotten herself into a bigger
mess. One that wouldn't be so easy to get out of.
"I'm sorry, can I get you anything?"
"No, thanks. Actually, I came by to see if you
wanted to go out and do something."
"Oh?"
"Well, I felt guilty after you said that we didn't
visit you often, so I thought I would make it up to you."
"That's so sweet of you, Goten."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
"Uh-huh. Well, I appreciate the thought, but it
really isn't necessary. I'm afraid that I wouldn't be much company
anyway."
"What's the matter?" he asked, sensing that
something was troubling her.
"I'm just not in the mood."
"This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with
Trunks going out on a date with Kazumi Sato does it?" he asked shrewdly.
She should have known that Goten would have known about
that. Marron looked at him warily.
"Why should it matter to me who Trunks goes out
with? I'm not his keeper."
"If you say so," he replied in an even voice.
"Come on, Marrron. We haven't done anything together ever since your
birthday party. It'll be fun, I promise."
"I don't know," she said reluctantly.
"Tell you what, I'll take you anywhere you want to
go."
"Anywhere?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.
"Hmmm."
Trunks held his chin in his hand as he made a vain
attempt to appear interested in what his blind date was saying. It was no use.
He was thoroughly bored. Kazumi Sato may have been pleasing to the eye, but she
was sure hard on the ears. He had never met anyone so self-absorbed before, and
that included Mr. Satan. He would have had more fun having a root canal that
sit through another one of these dates that his mother insisted on setting up.
It was good thing that he would never have to do this again.
His eyes wandered over the table behind them and suddenly
snapped out of his bored state. To his surprise and annoyance, he found Goten
and Marron sitting together. What were they doing here at the Chez ParisiƩnne?
They were laughing and enjoying themselves thoroughly as if they were on a
date! Jealousy immediately tore away at Trunks. How dare they do this to him?
And right under his nose!
"Calm down, Trunks," the voice of reason told
him. Okay, maybe he was overreacting, but he thought that he and Marron had
something special. Well, he would just have to put a stop to this. Before he
knew it, he was excusing himself from his date's inane chatter and walked over
to the other table where Goten and Marron were sitting at, determined to get to
the bottom of this.
Out of the corner of her eye, Marron saw Trunks
approaching them, slowly but surely. Good. At least she managed to get him away
from that...that woman.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten greeted his friend warmly,
oblivious to what was going on. "What a coincidence seeing you here. Bet
you didn't expect to see us, huh?"
"No, I didn't. What are the chances of that
happening, I wonder? What are you doing here?" Trunks asked silkily.
Marron knew that tone and heard the underlying accusation in his voice loud and
clear. She just gave him an innocent look.
Goten put his arm around Marron's shoulders and said with
a straight face, "We're eloping."
Marron saw anger flare immediately in Trunks' eyes. He
was not amused.
"Just kidding, pal," Goten amended quickly,
when he saw that Trunks wasn't laughing, and took his arm away quickly.
"We were just having dinner," Marron added,
trying to smooth things out. She sometimes forgot that Trunks was more like his
father than he was willing to admit, especially when it came to his temper.
"Would you like to join us?" Goten asked
politely.
"I'm sorry, but I still have some business to take
care of."
"Oh yes, I saw you with your 'friend'. Is that her
natural hair color, or did it come out of a bottle?" Marron replied in a
catty tone. She couldn't help herself.
Goten suppressed a chuckle. "Meow," he thought
to himself. He didn't know that Marron had it in her.
Trunks almost jumped at her baiting, but then decided to
turn the tables on her. He smiled broadly.
"I believe it's real. I'm sorry I can't join you,
but I see no reason why you both can't join us."
Marron glared at him angrily. That was the LAST thing she
wanted to do, and he knew it too.
"I don't think that..."
"That's a great idea, Trunks!" Goten jumped in,
interrupting Marron's protest. "I've been dying to meet Kazumi Sato."
"You go on ahead and introduce yourself, Goten. I
want to talk to Marron for a second."
Goten smiled knowingly, but gave nothing away. "Sure
thing. I'll be more than happy to entertain Miss Sato for you."
When he left the table, he was shaking his head back and
forth, laughing in amusement.
"Those two are so obvious," he muttered to
himself. He had a sneaking suspicion that they were seeing each other secretly.
"Who are they kidding?"
"What do you think you're doing?" Marron
demanded.
"I might ask you the same thing. Since when did you
and Goten become so close?"
"What are you talking about? We were just having
dinner together."
"Is that what you call it? You two looked pretty
cozy to me."
"Then get better glasses. He wanted to take me out
for dinner and I accepted. End of story."
"Are you sure there's nothing more?"
"What are you getting at?"
Trunks' jealously was getting the better of him, as he
was no longer thinking clearly.
"Is there anything going on between you and
Goten?" he asked, point-blank.
"Me and Goten?" Marron asked incredulously.
"Don't be ridiculous," she dismissed.
"Am I? He's always been protective of you."
Marron's anger quickly turned into amusement, as she
suddenly realized the reason for Trunks' behavior. She had been so preoccupied
with her own jealousy, that she didn't see that Trunks was jealous as well.
That meant that he really did care about her!
Marron began to laugh uncontrollably. All the time she
was worried about him, he was actually worried about her.
"What is so funny?" Trunks demanded.
"You are, you silly man." She discretely
motioned him to follow her out onto the terrace where they could have some
privacy.
"All right, what did you drag me out here for?"
"For this," she replied, cupping his face in
her hands and kissed him soundly on the lips.
"Maybe I should go out and come back in again,"
he said in confusion after they separated for air.
"Would you mind telling a confused Saiya-jin what in
the world is going on? Did I miss something?"
"You look so cute when you're jealous," she
teased, just as he had done to her earlier on.
"Who said I was jealous?" he asked defensively.
"You have nothing to worry about Trunks. There is
nothing going on between me and Goten. There never has been and there never
will be. He was just joking around."
"You never know. People's feelings can change."
"Trunks, how could I be interested in Goten, when
I'm in love with you?"
"Well, you might...wait a minute," he stopped
abruptly. "What did you just say?"
"I said that you looked cute when you're
jealous."
"I meant after that," he replied impatiently.
Marron lowered her gaze and said in a shy voice,
"I'm in love with you."
She waited anxiously for his response.
Trunks stared at her for a few moments before folding his
arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.
"You don't know how much I wanted to hear you say
that, Marron."
She pulled back to look up into his eyes.
"Why?"
"Because...I feel the same way about you too,"
he admitted.
It was Marron's turn to stare at him. Her blue eyes
reflected shock and disbelief.
"You...you love me?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" he asked, smiling
down at her.
"Trunks, are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to
say that you love me, just because you feel obligated to."
That would have been more painful than if he had rejected
her.
"Have you ever known me to do anything that I didn't
want to do?" he asked arrogantly. "I've never been more sure of
anything in my life. Marron, I love you and I want us to be together...for
good."
"What are you saying?"
"I was going to pick a better spot than this, but oh
well. When in Rome. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
"Trunks, you don't have to..."
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," he
repeated, interrupting her.
She obeyed him and waited for whatever he had planned to
give her. Trunks released one of his capsules from his pocket. She felt
something warm and fuzzy in her hands.
"This better not be a mouse," she warned.
"You can open your eyes now."
She opened her eyes and smiled, as she recognized the
stuffed animal he placed in the palm of her hands. It was her favorite teddy
bear from her childhood, the same one that Trunks had taken and threatened to
pull its eyes out.
"You remembered," she replied fondly. "You
kept Bobo all this time?"
"He was in the bottom of my old closet, buried
beneath all my toys. I found him a couple of months ago and cleaned him up a
bit. I thought you might like to have him."
"Thank you. Do you always carry teddy bears around
with you?"
"Only when I'm going to propose."
Marron stared at him aghast. "What did you just
say?"
"Look closer at the teddy bear," he instructed.
There was a heart cushion in between the bear's paw's and
in the center of the heart, a beautiful diamond ring sparkled even with the dim
lighting.
"Is this what I think it is?" she asked
nervously.
He took out the ring and slid it onto her finger and looked
deeply into her eyes.
"Marron, will you marry me?"
She threw her arms around him and kissed Trunks with
every fiber of her body. She didn't need to think twice.
"I hope that means yes," he replied after some
time.
"Yes," she answered happily, "A thousand
times yes."
"Oops, I think we forgot one little item."
"What is it?"
"We forgot about Goten and Miss Sato. They're still
waiting for us."
Marron smiled and pulled the lapels of his blazer toward
her, pulling him closer. "Let them wait."
"Are you sure that you want to tell everyone
tomorrow night, Marron?"
"I'm sure. After all Trunks, it's not like we
haven't been engaged before," she reminded him.
She heard him chuckling on the other side of the phone.
"That's right, we were. Except now, it's for real."
"And we can finally come out in the open."
"It's a good thing too, because I was running out of
excuses to get out of the house, without anyone suspecting anything."
It was Marron's turn to laugh.
"Same here. I'll see you tomorrow then," she
said softly.
"Goodnight Marron."
Marron hugged herself tightly. She was going to marry the
man she loved and become Mrs. Trunks. Briefs. Everything was perfect.
Suddenly, she shuddered involuntarily as a cold shiver
ran down her back. Normally, she wasn't superstitious, but she didn't like that
feeling one bit. It made her feel uneasy, as if something terrible was going to
happen. She just didn't know what it was.
Marron looked down at her engagement ring and shook off
her uneasiness. This was ridiculous. They hadn't even set the date for the
ceremony and already she was getting pre-wedding jitters.
Trunks' assistant held her hand against her forehead.
"He did it again," she remarked exasperatedly,
as the window to his office was wide open with the stack of files he was
supposed to be going over literally flying out the window.
Trunks was happily soaring through the clouds when he
came to an abrupt stop.
"Dad?" he remarked in surprize. Vegeta (in that
awful mustache) floated in front of him preventing him from going anywhere.
"Humph," he snorted, "I knew you would do
this," remarked before literally dragging both Trunks and Goten toward the
space pod that Bulma had finally finished. Somehow, Vegeta had
"volunteered" for them to go on a mission to retrieve the special
Dragonballs in order to help Goku and hopefully save the earth.
"Kame House," Marron answered the phone.
"Hi, it's me."
"Trunks? I can barely hear you. Where are you?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Look, I
haven't got much time. Something's come up and I have to leave for a while to
help Goku."
"What's the matter with him? Is he all right?"
"It's a long story."
"Well, when will you be back?"
"I don't know. Maybe a month...or twelve," he
finished uneasily.
"You're going away for a whole year?" she asked
in disbelief.
"Well, for as long as it takes to find the
Dragonballs. I don't like this either, but I've got no choice. And Goku can't
do this alone in his condition. I'm sorry, Marron. I didn't mean for this to
happen."
"It's not your fault. Please be careful,
Trunks."
"Hey, you know me."
"Like I said, be careful," she reiterated. He
chuckled in spite of himself. She knew him so well.
"Remember that I love you," he said softly.
She tried not let her voice tremble with emotion.
"I love you too. Come back soon."
Marron stared at the phone after she put back in its
cradle. She was afraid something like this was going to happen. What else could
go wrong?
End of Chapter 5
Hope you are still enjoying
this fanfic. I'm really trying to make it interweave with the DBGT storyline,
so hope no one minds. After all, this is a fanfic and anything can happen.
Stick around for Chapter 6: The Long Wait. I haven't decided yet whether or not
that will be the final chapter. The epilogue is already written, and that alone
is worth another chapter.
Written by,
Babboo
9/30/01
