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PART 24 Always By Your Side
"I'm really grateful that you let me stay here until the snow
clears out." Marron said.
"Don't worry about it." replied Bra. "What are friends for?"
"Gee, I never thought it could ever snow THIS much."
"Yeah. It's like a natural phenomenon or somethin'. It looks like
4 feet out there! We should really start worrying."
"I am. Very, very worried. What if this is the end?"
"Don't be so melodramatic, Marron-san. I just hope it stops soon."
"Me too."
{ding! dong!}
"Who could be out in this weather?" Bra asked, standing up and
walking towards the door. Marron sat quietly while Bra was answering
the door. She took a sip of her hot cocoa and wrapped the blankets
around her tightly. Then she heard a thump. She stood up and ran
towards the door.
"Trunks!"
"Mom, I know he's cold but do you have to suffocate him?" Bra asked.
Bulma finished tucking in Trunks under the many blankets and
faced her daughter. "I am not suffocating Trunks! Be serious and
care for your brother while I finish some errands."
"Yes, mom." Bra replied.
"Now," Bulma said. "Give Trunks whatever he wants and don't
fight with him. Keep him warm and take very, VERY good care of him."
"I will, mom."
"Okay." Bulma faced Trunks. "You can tell Bra what you want and
call her whenever you get cold."
Trunks nodded. Bulma smiled and left the room.
"Gee, Trunks, why didja hafta go out there in the snow?" Bra
complained.
"I had to do business." Trunks replied.
"So what happened to the driver? Did you ditch him?"
"I didn't bring him. I thought that if it snowed too much, I could
just leave the car somewhere and fly back home."
"You ditched the car?"
"I have a bunch of others."
"Did you even lock it?"
"Yeah."
"So how come you didn't fly back home? It looked like you walked
all the way here."
"I had to. It was hard to fly."
"Why didn't you call?"
"It was just a few business errands and I didn't think that I would
need it. Plus I slept late last night and I had no time to get anything
else other than my briefcase."
"Why didn't you put your phone in your briefcase then?"
"I'm used to carrying it in my pocket."
"Bra-chan, I don't think you should ask any more questions." Marron
said. "Trunks needs his rest."
"Fine." Bra sighed. "Well, brother, what would you like?"
"For you to shut up." Trunks replied.
Bra was about to reply to what he said but she remembered what her
mother said about not fighting with Trunks.
"Marron-san?" Bra asked.
"What is it?" Marron asked.
"May you please take care of my OBNOXIOUS big brother while I get
some hot tea?"
"I don't need tea." Trunks said.
"Yeah." Bra said. "But I do!"
She stomped out of the room, leaving Marron with Trunks. Marron
put her hands on her hips and looked at Trunks.
"You shouldn't take advantage of this situation too much, Trunks."
she said.
"I know." Trunks replied. "But it's fun."
Marron smiled and let out a sigh. Then Trunks began to cough.
Marron rushed over by his side.
"Trunks? Are you all right?" Marron asked worriedly. Trunks
managed to stop coughing and smiled up at Marron.
"Not really." he admitted. "But with you, I think I'll be just
fine."
Marron blushed and she turned away to hide it. "Um...th-thank you...
I guess... So...how are you feeling? Cold?"
"With these on? I doubt it."
"Are you hungry?"
"Well...now that I think about it, I am."
"I'll get you some nice hot soup then."
"I would rather have some ice cream."
"You have to keep warm."
"I AM warm."
"You should keep warmer. Something to warm the inside of your
body."
"Well...okay."
Marron smiled and stood up. She left and came back about five
minutes later.
"Hmm... Bra-chan's not here yet? I thought she was only going to
get a cup of tea." Marron said, setting a tray down on a side table
with a big bowl of steaming hot ramen.
"You actually believed her?" Trunks asked with a laugh.
"Shh! You shouldn't talk so much. Does your throat hurt?"
"No. No, not really. It does ache a little but it's not that bad.
I just...I don't feel that well."
"Then you shouldn't use your voice too much. Well, here's your
soup. I hope you like ramen."
"Thanks. But, I...I don't think I could eat by myself. I feel...
very weak..."
Marron sat on the bed and put her hand on his forehead.
"Oh my! You have a terrible fever!" she exclaimed. Trunks had a
weary smile on his face.
"I'll be okay..." he said softly. Marron sat back on her chair
with a deeply concerned look. Trunks carefully took off the blankets
on him and sat up. He placed his hand on Marron's and gave her a
smile, using most of the energy he had in him. But it really didn't
seem that he was weak. He forgot about his pain for a while and
concentrated on Marron.
"Tr-Trunks..." Marron whispered. Then she immediately stood up.
"You should lay down!"
"But Marron..." Trunks began.
"No! You're sick and I want you to regain your health soon!"
"I'll be..."
"No exceptions, Trunks! Now wait here. I will get something."
Marron left the room and came back with a bowl of warm water and
a small towel. She set the bowl next to the ramen which was getting
cold and dipped in the towel. She squeezed it a little, leaving
enough to keep the towel warm. She placed it carefully on Trunks'
forehead and lay him down.
"Now rest." she said. Trunks tried to get to sleep but his stomach
was bothering him. Marron heard it growl.
"You must be hungry." she said.
"Don't mind me." Trunks said, feeling a little embarrassed. Marron
shook her head and took the bowl of ramen. It was still quite warm.
"Now sit up a little so I could feed you." she told Trunks.
"Feed me?!" Trunks asked.
"Yes. You don't expect to feed yourself in the condition you are
in, do you?"
"I could."
"But I won't let you." Marron got some noodles out with a pair
of chopsticks and held it up to Trunks mouth. "Open up."
"M-Marron, I..."
"Open up."
Trunks finally sat up and opened his mouth. Marron put the chopsticks
by his mouth and he ate it. Marron continued feeding him until he
was full and could go to sleep. She couldn't help feeling quite
glad in a way that she could feed Trunks. It seemed like something...
romantic. She sighed and watched him sleep.
Meanwhile, Bra was in the hallway. She saw everything. She leaned
back against the wall.
[I knew this would be a good idea.]
Marron woke up and got out of bed. She let out a yawn as she
walked towards the window. She opened the curtains and frowned to see
that snow was still falling. She got out of her night clothing and
dressed up in the clothes that Bra lent her. She went downstairs
to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Marron." Bulma said.
"Good morning, Bulma-san." Marron replied. "Isn't everyone else
awake yet?"
Bulma let out a laugh. "Marron, when you stay here long enough,
you'll know. Now, what would you like to eat for breakfast?"
"You're cooking?"
"No. The machine is, of course."
"Don't you ever have anything homemade?"
"Hardly."
"Why don't you let me cook?"
"Oh no, Marron-chan. You're a guest."
"But you let me stay here and protected me from the snow. I should
at least be able to do something for you."
"Well, if you insist. I don't know what Vegeta would say, though."
"Maybe I'll use the machine for that."
"Good morning, Bra-chan." Marron said when Bra entered the kitchen.
Bulma had already eaten what Marron had made for her and left to
work on her inventions.
"Bra-chan?" Marron asked after Bra had not replied. "Is there
anything wrong?"
"T-T-T-Trunks..." Bra began. "I went to his room when I w-w-woke
up and he was still asleep. He-he had a really high fever and was
really pale..."
Marron stopped what she was doing. She turned off the stove and
rushed upstairs.
"Trunks!" she gasped, going by his side and putting her hand on his
forehead. It was very hot and Trunks face was as pale as a ghost's.
Marron loosened the blankets that tucked him in and held his hand.
She checked his pulse. It was faint but she could still feel it.
"Trunks, wake up! Trunks!"
"He'll be all right." Bulma assured as Trunks face slowly got
back its color. "I'm glad I did a little research on this thing."
"I'm so sorry, mom! I didn't take care of him well." Bra said.
"I'm sorry too, Bulma-san." Marron said.
"Don't worry about it, girls." Bulma replied. "He'll be okay."
Bulma looked down at her son. She sat down on a chair and faced
the girls. "Now you two go downstairs and have fun. I'll stay here
and take care of him."
"But how about the stuff you have to do?" Bra asked.
"It's not all that important. I can do that some other time." Bulma
replied.
"I'll stay here with you." Marron said.
"No, no, Marron-chan." Bulma said. "I can manage."
"I want to stay here, Bulma-san." Marron said. "Until Trunks gets
better."
"I'll stay too, mom." Bra added.
"All right."
"H-huh?" Trunks said as he woke up. "Ma-Marron?"
"Trunks, you're awake!" Marron said, wiping away tears from her
eyes. "I'm so...so happy."
"Why are you crying? Where's mom and Bra?"
"I'm crying because...I'm so glad you're all right. Your mom and
Bra are getting some things. I-I'll go get them."
"No! No, Marron-chan. It's all right. I'll just wait for them here."
"I'll leave."
"No! Please don't."
"All right..."
"Well, why don't we talk?"
"You just woke up. You must be exhausted."
"Marron, I sleep so I can REST."
"Oh. Right. Well, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know. How about you?"
"Well, for some strange reason your mom and Bra didn't want me to
go with them. They made me stay here."
"Wonder why."
"I don't know." Marron sighed and looked out the window. "I just
hope...this snow will stop soon. I miss my parents."
Trunks looked at her sadly and turned away. "So you don't want to
stay here?"
Marron quickly turned to Trunks. "Oh no! I like staying here! It's
just that I miss my parents. Wouldn't you?"
"I guess. Yeah. My mom, at least. But I can't help... No. Never
mind."
"You can't help what?"
"It's stupid. Very stupid. Forget it."
"Well...all right then. If that's what you want."
"I can't help feeling...really nice having you around."
"Re-really? Thank you..."
"Mom? Why are we stopping?" Bra asked.
"Shh..." Bulma replied. She put her ear closer to Trunks' door
and listened for a while. Then she turned towards her daughter.
"I don't think your brother needs us right now." Bulma said. She
started to walk away.
"Why not?" Bra asked, following her mother.
"He has everything he needs right now. I guess this storm isn't
so bad after all."
"I wonder what's taking Bra and Bulma-san so long." Marron said. "I
had better check on them."
She was about to stand up and then Trunks grabbed her hand.
"Please don't leave me, Marron." Trunks asked, not caring how
pathetic he may have seemed. Marron looked at him and smiled. She
put down his hand and stood up.
"Don't worry." she said. "I won't."
Marron walked over to the window and placed her hand on the cold
glass of the window. She watched as the snowflakes slowly fell down
to the ground.
Trunks looked at Marron as she gazed out at the snow. He quietly
took out a tiny red velvet box out from the drawer in the table by
his bed.
"Ma...Marron?" he said softly. Despite of the softness of his
voice, Marron heard him and turned towards him.
"What is it, Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks glanced at the tiny box in his hand and looked back up at
Marron. He held out his hand.
"Here. Please take it."
Marron walked over to him and looked at the item Trunks was holding.
"N-no. Keep it, Trunks." she said.
"I want you to have it."
"Trunks, I told you..."
"Keep it anyway. I mean, why would I need it? This is meant for a
girl. Someone like you. Besides, I don't mean it for a...a... Just
keep it."
"I would do anything to help you get better but I couldn't accept
this from you. I'm so sorry."
Trunks looked away and then put back the box in the drawer. "All
right, Marron. I'm sorry."
"That's okay..." Marron replied.
"Marron?"
"Yes?"
"I... Why do you care so much about my health? You said you'd do
anything to help me get better. You don't have to."
"I want to. You're my friend. It's the least I could do. It's
really sad. You've done so much for me and the only way I could
repay you is to always be by your side. You deserve more."
"Don't say those kind of things, Marron."
"It's the truth. But I promise, I'll try to be always by your
side. Just at least until you get better."
Trunks lowered his eyes. He couldn't help feeling guilty for no
particular reason.
"Marron, I have to admit something." he said softly.
"What is it?"
"You...you may already know this but here it goes. I...Marron, I...
love you..."
"Trunks... I ask you not to do this to me."
"I don't want anything back. If you could, though...I ask that
you..."
"That I what?"
"Please try and give me another chance. I'll try harder next time."
"It's over. We can't keep on loving each other in that way."
Trunks paused. "We?"
"I... Forget I said that. You can't stop feeling this way and..."
"You said you'd do anything. I only want you to do this one thing
for me. When the snow stops, one week later, see me at Tsuki Park
and if you don't come, I'll...never talk about this again."
"I couldn't do that!"
"Just one more chance and if you choose not to give me that chance
then I'll stop having these feelings for you and I can move on."
"Trunks, I...well, if that's what you want...all right."
PART 24 Always By Your Side
"I'm really grateful that you let me stay here until the snow
clears out." Marron said.
"Don't worry about it." replied Bra. "What are friends for?"
"Gee, I never thought it could ever snow THIS much."
"Yeah. It's like a natural phenomenon or somethin'. It looks like
4 feet out there! We should really start worrying."
"I am. Very, very worried. What if this is the end?"
"Don't be so melodramatic, Marron-san. I just hope it stops soon."
"Me too."
{ding! dong!}
"Who could be out in this weather?" Bra asked, standing up and
walking towards the door. Marron sat quietly while Bra was answering
the door. She took a sip of her hot cocoa and wrapped the blankets
around her tightly. Then she heard a thump. She stood up and ran
towards the door.
"Trunks!"
"Mom, I know he's cold but do you have to suffocate him?" Bra asked.
Bulma finished tucking in Trunks under the many blankets and
faced her daughter. "I am not suffocating Trunks! Be serious and
care for your brother while I finish some errands."
"Yes, mom." Bra replied.
"Now," Bulma said. "Give Trunks whatever he wants and don't
fight with him. Keep him warm and take very, VERY good care of him."
"I will, mom."
"Okay." Bulma faced Trunks. "You can tell Bra what you want and
call her whenever you get cold."
Trunks nodded. Bulma smiled and left the room.
"Gee, Trunks, why didja hafta go out there in the snow?" Bra
complained.
"I had to do business." Trunks replied.
"So what happened to the driver? Did you ditch him?"
"I didn't bring him. I thought that if it snowed too much, I could
just leave the car somewhere and fly back home."
"You ditched the car?"
"I have a bunch of others."
"Did you even lock it?"
"Yeah."
"So how come you didn't fly back home? It looked like you walked
all the way here."
"I had to. It was hard to fly."
"Why didn't you call?"
"It was just a few business errands and I didn't think that I would
need it. Plus I slept late last night and I had no time to get anything
else other than my briefcase."
"Why didn't you put your phone in your briefcase then?"
"I'm used to carrying it in my pocket."
"Bra-chan, I don't think you should ask any more questions." Marron
said. "Trunks needs his rest."
"Fine." Bra sighed. "Well, brother, what would you like?"
"For you to shut up." Trunks replied.
Bra was about to reply to what he said but she remembered what her
mother said about not fighting with Trunks.
"Marron-san?" Bra asked.
"What is it?" Marron asked.
"May you please take care of my OBNOXIOUS big brother while I get
some hot tea?"
"I don't need tea." Trunks said.
"Yeah." Bra said. "But I do!"
She stomped out of the room, leaving Marron with Trunks. Marron
put her hands on her hips and looked at Trunks.
"You shouldn't take advantage of this situation too much, Trunks."
she said.
"I know." Trunks replied. "But it's fun."
Marron smiled and let out a sigh. Then Trunks began to cough.
Marron rushed over by his side.
"Trunks? Are you all right?" Marron asked worriedly. Trunks
managed to stop coughing and smiled up at Marron.
"Not really." he admitted. "But with you, I think I'll be just
fine."
Marron blushed and she turned away to hide it. "Um...th-thank you...
I guess... So...how are you feeling? Cold?"
"With these on? I doubt it."
"Are you hungry?"
"Well...now that I think about it, I am."
"I'll get you some nice hot soup then."
"I would rather have some ice cream."
"You have to keep warm."
"I AM warm."
"You should keep warmer. Something to warm the inside of your
body."
"Well...okay."
Marron smiled and stood up. She left and came back about five
minutes later.
"Hmm... Bra-chan's not here yet? I thought she was only going to
get a cup of tea." Marron said, setting a tray down on a side table
with a big bowl of steaming hot ramen.
"You actually believed her?" Trunks asked with a laugh.
"Shh! You shouldn't talk so much. Does your throat hurt?"
"No. No, not really. It does ache a little but it's not that bad.
I just...I don't feel that well."
"Then you shouldn't use your voice too much. Well, here's your
soup. I hope you like ramen."
"Thanks. But, I...I don't think I could eat by myself. I feel...
very weak..."
Marron sat on the bed and put her hand on his forehead.
"Oh my! You have a terrible fever!" she exclaimed. Trunks had a
weary smile on his face.
"I'll be okay..." he said softly. Marron sat back on her chair
with a deeply concerned look. Trunks carefully took off the blankets
on him and sat up. He placed his hand on Marron's and gave her a
smile, using most of the energy he had in him. But it really didn't
seem that he was weak. He forgot about his pain for a while and
concentrated on Marron.
"Tr-Trunks..." Marron whispered. Then she immediately stood up.
"You should lay down!"
"But Marron..." Trunks began.
"No! You're sick and I want you to regain your health soon!"
"I'll be..."
"No exceptions, Trunks! Now wait here. I will get something."
Marron left the room and came back with a bowl of warm water and
a small towel. She set the bowl next to the ramen which was getting
cold and dipped in the towel. She squeezed it a little, leaving
enough to keep the towel warm. She placed it carefully on Trunks'
forehead and lay him down.
"Now rest." she said. Trunks tried to get to sleep but his stomach
was bothering him. Marron heard it growl.
"You must be hungry." she said.
"Don't mind me." Trunks said, feeling a little embarrassed. Marron
shook her head and took the bowl of ramen. It was still quite warm.
"Now sit up a little so I could feed you." she told Trunks.
"Feed me?!" Trunks asked.
"Yes. You don't expect to feed yourself in the condition you are
in, do you?"
"I could."
"But I won't let you." Marron got some noodles out with a pair
of chopsticks and held it up to Trunks mouth. "Open up."
"M-Marron, I..."
"Open up."
Trunks finally sat up and opened his mouth. Marron put the chopsticks
by his mouth and he ate it. Marron continued feeding him until he
was full and could go to sleep. She couldn't help feeling quite
glad in a way that she could feed Trunks. It seemed like something...
romantic. She sighed and watched him sleep.
Meanwhile, Bra was in the hallway. She saw everything. She leaned
back against the wall.
[I knew this would be a good idea.]
Marron woke up and got out of bed. She let out a yawn as she
walked towards the window. She opened the curtains and frowned to see
that snow was still falling. She got out of her night clothing and
dressed up in the clothes that Bra lent her. She went downstairs
to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Marron." Bulma said.
"Good morning, Bulma-san." Marron replied. "Isn't everyone else
awake yet?"
Bulma let out a laugh. "Marron, when you stay here long enough,
you'll know. Now, what would you like to eat for breakfast?"
"You're cooking?"
"No. The machine is, of course."
"Don't you ever have anything homemade?"
"Hardly."
"Why don't you let me cook?"
"Oh no, Marron-chan. You're a guest."
"But you let me stay here and protected me from the snow. I should
at least be able to do something for you."
"Well, if you insist. I don't know what Vegeta would say, though."
"Maybe I'll use the machine for that."
"Good morning, Bra-chan." Marron said when Bra entered the kitchen.
Bulma had already eaten what Marron had made for her and left to
work on her inventions.
"Bra-chan?" Marron asked after Bra had not replied. "Is there
anything wrong?"
"T-T-T-Trunks..." Bra began. "I went to his room when I w-w-woke
up and he was still asleep. He-he had a really high fever and was
really pale..."
Marron stopped what she was doing. She turned off the stove and
rushed upstairs.
"Trunks!" she gasped, going by his side and putting her hand on his
forehead. It was very hot and Trunks face was as pale as a ghost's.
Marron loosened the blankets that tucked him in and held his hand.
She checked his pulse. It was faint but she could still feel it.
"Trunks, wake up! Trunks!"
"He'll be all right." Bulma assured as Trunks face slowly got
back its color. "I'm glad I did a little research on this thing."
"I'm so sorry, mom! I didn't take care of him well." Bra said.
"I'm sorry too, Bulma-san." Marron said.
"Don't worry about it, girls." Bulma replied. "He'll be okay."
Bulma looked down at her son. She sat down on a chair and faced
the girls. "Now you two go downstairs and have fun. I'll stay here
and take care of him."
"But how about the stuff you have to do?" Bra asked.
"It's not all that important. I can do that some other time." Bulma
replied.
"I'll stay here with you." Marron said.
"No, no, Marron-chan." Bulma said. "I can manage."
"I want to stay here, Bulma-san." Marron said. "Until Trunks gets
better."
"I'll stay too, mom." Bra added.
"All right."
"H-huh?" Trunks said as he woke up. "Ma-Marron?"
"Trunks, you're awake!" Marron said, wiping away tears from her
eyes. "I'm so...so happy."
"Why are you crying? Where's mom and Bra?"
"I'm crying because...I'm so glad you're all right. Your mom and
Bra are getting some things. I-I'll go get them."
"No! No, Marron-chan. It's all right. I'll just wait for them here."
"I'll leave."
"No! Please don't."
"All right..."
"Well, why don't we talk?"
"You just woke up. You must be exhausted."
"Marron, I sleep so I can REST."
"Oh. Right. Well, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know. How about you?"
"Well, for some strange reason your mom and Bra didn't want me to
go with them. They made me stay here."
"Wonder why."
"I don't know." Marron sighed and looked out the window. "I just
hope...this snow will stop soon. I miss my parents."
Trunks looked at her sadly and turned away. "So you don't want to
stay here?"
Marron quickly turned to Trunks. "Oh no! I like staying here! It's
just that I miss my parents. Wouldn't you?"
"I guess. Yeah. My mom, at least. But I can't help... No. Never
mind."
"You can't help what?"
"It's stupid. Very stupid. Forget it."
"Well...all right then. If that's what you want."
"I can't help feeling...really nice having you around."
"Re-really? Thank you..."
"Mom? Why are we stopping?" Bra asked.
"Shh..." Bulma replied. She put her ear closer to Trunks' door
and listened for a while. Then she turned towards her daughter.
"I don't think your brother needs us right now." Bulma said. She
started to walk away.
"Why not?" Bra asked, following her mother.
"He has everything he needs right now. I guess this storm isn't
so bad after all."
"I wonder what's taking Bra and Bulma-san so long." Marron said. "I
had better check on them."
She was about to stand up and then Trunks grabbed her hand.
"Please don't leave me, Marron." Trunks asked, not caring how
pathetic he may have seemed. Marron looked at him and smiled. She
put down his hand and stood up.
"Don't worry." she said. "I won't."
Marron walked over to the window and placed her hand on the cold
glass of the window. She watched as the snowflakes slowly fell down
to the ground.
Trunks looked at Marron as she gazed out at the snow. He quietly
took out a tiny red velvet box out from the drawer in the table by
his bed.
"Ma...Marron?" he said softly. Despite of the softness of his
voice, Marron heard him and turned towards him.
"What is it, Trunks?" she asked.
Trunks glanced at the tiny box in his hand and looked back up at
Marron. He held out his hand.
"Here. Please take it."
Marron walked over to him and looked at the item Trunks was holding.
"N-no. Keep it, Trunks." she said.
"I want you to have it."
"Trunks, I told you..."
"Keep it anyway. I mean, why would I need it? This is meant for a
girl. Someone like you. Besides, I don't mean it for a...a... Just
keep it."
"I would do anything to help you get better but I couldn't accept
this from you. I'm so sorry."
Trunks looked away and then put back the box in the drawer. "All
right, Marron. I'm sorry."
"That's okay..." Marron replied.
"Marron?"
"Yes?"
"I... Why do you care so much about my health? You said you'd do
anything to help me get better. You don't have to."
"I want to. You're my friend. It's the least I could do. It's
really sad. You've done so much for me and the only way I could
repay you is to always be by your side. You deserve more."
"Don't say those kind of things, Marron."
"It's the truth. But I promise, I'll try to be always by your
side. Just at least until you get better."
Trunks lowered his eyes. He couldn't help feeling guilty for no
particular reason.
"Marron, I have to admit something." he said softly.
"What is it?"
"You...you may already know this but here it goes. I...Marron, I...
love you..."
"Trunks... I ask you not to do this to me."
"I don't want anything back. If you could, though...I ask that
you..."
"That I what?"
"Please try and give me another chance. I'll try harder next time."
"It's over. We can't keep on loving each other in that way."
Trunks paused. "We?"
"I... Forget I said that. You can't stop feeling this way and..."
"You said you'd do anything. I only want you to do this one thing
for me. When the snow stops, one week later, see me at Tsuki Park
and if you don't come, I'll...never talk about this again."
"I couldn't do that!"
"Just one more chance and if you choose not to give me that chance
then I'll stop having these feelings for you and I can move on."
"Trunks, I...well, if that's what you want...all right."
