An Angel's Tears
Part 5: "The Mysterious Katie"
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"Uh..." Trunks stammered, wondering what in the world he would come up with.
"D-d-d-date...? K-k-k-k-k-atie...?" Bra muttered, her face expression very strange indeed.
"Did I say that?" Trunks said weakly. "I meant---I meant---"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!" Bra screamed loudly. "You're having a date with some girl named Katie!"
"NO!" Trunks said sheepishly. "I meant I had a--a--BAIT named Katie!"
"A bait?" Bra said suspiciously, her eyes narrowed.
"Yes! I was going to go fishing! And my favorite, er, bait is named Katie!"
"Uh-huh..."
"Yes! That's right! Fishing!" Trunks said.
"Whatever! You're not fooling me, Trunks!"
"I'm not?" Trunks admitted.
"Yeah! It's 7:30! No one in their right mind would go fishing right now!!" Bra yelled.
"Ok, ok! I'm not fooling you."
There was a long pause. Then Bra spoke up in a disappointed, suspicious, and angry voice that
was most unlike her.
"So....so, so, so." she said.
Trunks would've dearly loved to say "So what?" but he felt that any word of impaitience that came
out of him right now would cause his sister to explode.
"Yeah?" he tried to say casually.
"Who's Katie?"
"Um, my uh, er, that is to say, er, um, my uh, my..."
"GIRLFRIEND?!?!" Bra shouted angrily.
"Bra---"
At that moment the backdoor opened and a very dusty Bulma came out, her forehead wrinkled and her
lips thin. She looked like there was a very nasty smell around.
"Trunks, Bra, what is the yelling for?" she asked.
"Nothing, mother dear, nothing at all." Trunks said before Bra had the chance to open her mouth.
"Oh really? I heard a lot of shouting."
"Well, Bra is just rehearsing for the play! Romeo and Juliet!"
"Hmm..."
"That's right!" Bra stepped in front of Trunks. "You know Shakespere, lots and lots of yelling."
"But it sounded like you were saying 'girlfriend', dear..."
"Yes! That's Romeo, uh, begging Juliet to be his girlfriend!"
"But---"
"Now off you go, Mom, the Gravity Room isn't going to fix itself!" Bra said, pushing her mother
through the door and slamming it. She turned back to her brother.
"It's too risky to continue our conversation here."
"It is?"
"Yes. We shall continue this tomorrow. I will tell you the time and place later."
And with that, Bra stormed off to her room.
~~~~~
Ring. Ring. Click. Clack. Creak.
These were the sounds of Marron's office. The phone ringing, doors slamming closed and opened,
and the sounds of typing of Marron's secretary. Marron's head was about to burst with pain. For
such an early hour, all of these people were in HER office discussing HER work when they should
be doing their OWN work. Marron slammed her desk with her fist angrily, but that didn't resolve
in anything besides a very painful fist. Marron grabbed the flower vase on her desk and slammed
it onto the ground.
"SHUT UP!!!" she yelled.
Everyone around her stopped and looked at her as if she were crazy. This was very true. Her hair,
which was also neat and pulled into a bun, was now tangled in fury and her face was red from
yelling so loudly. She lowered her voice and unclenched her fists.
"Excuse me, everyone," Marron tried to say in the friendliest voice.
"But um, we are all very busy people, and we need to stick to our own offices, eh?"
No one said anything.
"So what I am trying to ask," Marron continued, trying very hard not to have a nervous breakdown,
"Is that we uh---commute and do our tasks in our own offices."
"We don't have offices, Moron." said a stout man who was munching on a donut. He had a very thick
eastern accent.
"It's MARRON, Bob." Marron corrected. "Not moron. You wanna find one? Look in something called a
mirror."
The whole office exploded with laughter, but Marron didn't smile at all.
"Now, have I not made myself clear?" she said, her tone of voice rising. "I don't CARE if you all
don't have offices. Just take your big, lazy butts out of mine!!!"
Everyone stared, as though shocked that such a kind and innocent person like Marron was shouting
at them. Marron wasn't pleased.
"You heard me!!" she screeched. "GET OUT!!!"
Everyone ran out of the door now, as of for dear life. Marron smiled proudly.
"Maybe now I can get some work done." she said.
She just sat down when her cell phone rang. She groaned loudly and started to throw things out of
her purse, looking for her cell phone. It ran 4 times before she picked it up.
"What?!" she barked into it.
"Whoa, Marron, calm down." said a voice.
"Wha? Pan-chan?!"
"Yeah! You miss me?" said Pan's cheery voice.
"You bet I did! How was your tour of that girls' school?"
"It sucked. The halls are too quiet and our uniform featured a SKIRT!!"
Marron giggled. "Yeah, you'd die before wearing a skirt."
"Too true. So anyway..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know how Trunks has been?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like what he's doing."
"Well, work as usual, nothing big."
"Oh. Is he seeing anyone?"
Marron's heart plunged horribly. She hated to think of Trunks, especially on the subject of a
girlfriend. She laughed weakly.
"I don't know."
"Really? Cause I was thinking---"
"Listen, Pan..."
"Yeah?"
"You should really talk to Bra about this. I mean, she IS his sister---"
"Yeah, Marron, but I wanna talk to YOU."
"Why?"
"Cause your his best female-friend. He tells you everything, right?"
"I'm not so sure anymore..."
"Oh well. I guess your right. I'll call Bra-chan."
"Ok, maybe we can see a movie sometime. Bye."
"Bye Marron."
Marron heaved a long sigh and put the phone down on its receiver. Why did she care so much about
Trunks' love life? Why had she been so into the fact that maybe, just maybe he might have a
girlfriend? She couldn't work up the energy to think. It had been 5 months since Trunks, Goten
Bra's and her Friday outing, and yet she now doubted the fact that she wasn't in love with
Trunks. Marron decided to pack up and go home to a nice relaxing cup of cocoa.
...end of Part 5!
Part 5: "The Mysterious Katie"
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"Uh..." Trunks stammered, wondering what in the world he would come up with.
"D-d-d-date...? K-k-k-k-k-atie...?" Bra muttered, her face expression very strange indeed.
"Did I say that?" Trunks said weakly. "I meant---I meant---"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!" Bra screamed loudly. "You're having a date with some girl named Katie!"
"NO!" Trunks said sheepishly. "I meant I had a--a--BAIT named Katie!"
"A bait?" Bra said suspiciously, her eyes narrowed.
"Yes! I was going to go fishing! And my favorite, er, bait is named Katie!"
"Uh-huh..."
"Yes! That's right! Fishing!" Trunks said.
"Whatever! You're not fooling me, Trunks!"
"I'm not?" Trunks admitted.
"Yeah! It's 7:30! No one in their right mind would go fishing right now!!" Bra yelled.
"Ok, ok! I'm not fooling you."
There was a long pause. Then Bra spoke up in a disappointed, suspicious, and angry voice that
was most unlike her.
"So....so, so, so." she said.
Trunks would've dearly loved to say "So what?" but he felt that any word of impaitience that came
out of him right now would cause his sister to explode.
"Yeah?" he tried to say casually.
"Who's Katie?"
"Um, my uh, er, that is to say, er, um, my uh, my..."
"GIRLFRIEND?!?!" Bra shouted angrily.
"Bra---"
At that moment the backdoor opened and a very dusty Bulma came out, her forehead wrinkled and her
lips thin. She looked like there was a very nasty smell around.
"Trunks, Bra, what is the yelling for?" she asked.
"Nothing, mother dear, nothing at all." Trunks said before Bra had the chance to open her mouth.
"Oh really? I heard a lot of shouting."
"Well, Bra is just rehearsing for the play! Romeo and Juliet!"
"Hmm..."
"That's right!" Bra stepped in front of Trunks. "You know Shakespere, lots and lots of yelling."
"But it sounded like you were saying 'girlfriend', dear..."
"Yes! That's Romeo, uh, begging Juliet to be his girlfriend!"
"But---"
"Now off you go, Mom, the Gravity Room isn't going to fix itself!" Bra said, pushing her mother
through the door and slamming it. She turned back to her brother.
"It's too risky to continue our conversation here."
"It is?"
"Yes. We shall continue this tomorrow. I will tell you the time and place later."
And with that, Bra stormed off to her room.
~~~~~
Ring. Ring. Click. Clack. Creak.
These were the sounds of Marron's office. The phone ringing, doors slamming closed and opened,
and the sounds of typing of Marron's secretary. Marron's head was about to burst with pain. For
such an early hour, all of these people were in HER office discussing HER work when they should
be doing their OWN work. Marron slammed her desk with her fist angrily, but that didn't resolve
in anything besides a very painful fist. Marron grabbed the flower vase on her desk and slammed
it onto the ground.
"SHUT UP!!!" she yelled.
Everyone around her stopped and looked at her as if she were crazy. This was very true. Her hair,
which was also neat and pulled into a bun, was now tangled in fury and her face was red from
yelling so loudly. She lowered her voice and unclenched her fists.
"Excuse me, everyone," Marron tried to say in the friendliest voice.
"But um, we are all very busy people, and we need to stick to our own offices, eh?"
No one said anything.
"So what I am trying to ask," Marron continued, trying very hard not to have a nervous breakdown,
"Is that we uh---commute and do our tasks in our own offices."
"We don't have offices, Moron." said a stout man who was munching on a donut. He had a very thick
eastern accent.
"It's MARRON, Bob." Marron corrected. "Not moron. You wanna find one? Look in something called a
mirror."
The whole office exploded with laughter, but Marron didn't smile at all.
"Now, have I not made myself clear?" she said, her tone of voice rising. "I don't CARE if you all
don't have offices. Just take your big, lazy butts out of mine!!!"
Everyone stared, as though shocked that such a kind and innocent person like Marron was shouting
at them. Marron wasn't pleased.
"You heard me!!" she screeched. "GET OUT!!!"
Everyone ran out of the door now, as of for dear life. Marron smiled proudly.
"Maybe now I can get some work done." she said.
She just sat down when her cell phone rang. She groaned loudly and started to throw things out of
her purse, looking for her cell phone. It ran 4 times before she picked it up.
"What?!" she barked into it.
"Whoa, Marron, calm down." said a voice.
"Wha? Pan-chan?!"
"Yeah! You miss me?" said Pan's cheery voice.
"You bet I did! How was your tour of that girls' school?"
"It sucked. The halls are too quiet and our uniform featured a SKIRT!!"
Marron giggled. "Yeah, you'd die before wearing a skirt."
"Too true. So anyway..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know how Trunks has been?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like what he's doing."
"Well, work as usual, nothing big."
"Oh. Is he seeing anyone?"
Marron's heart plunged horribly. She hated to think of Trunks, especially on the subject of a
girlfriend. She laughed weakly.
"I don't know."
"Really? Cause I was thinking---"
"Listen, Pan..."
"Yeah?"
"You should really talk to Bra about this. I mean, she IS his sister---"
"Yeah, Marron, but I wanna talk to YOU."
"Why?"
"Cause your his best female-friend. He tells you everything, right?"
"I'm not so sure anymore..."
"Oh well. I guess your right. I'll call Bra-chan."
"Ok, maybe we can see a movie sometime. Bye."
"Bye Marron."
Marron heaved a long sigh and put the phone down on its receiver. Why did she care so much about
Trunks' love life? Why had she been so into the fact that maybe, just maybe he might have a
girlfriend? She couldn't work up the energy to think. It had been 5 months since Trunks, Goten
Bra's and her Friday outing, and yet she now doubted the fact that she wasn't in love with
Trunks. Marron decided to pack up and go home to a nice relaxing cup of cocoa.
...end of Part 5!
