Okay, here we go. Certain people *cough Ryan cough* noticed the lyrics to the song in the last chapter were wrong. Yeah, I know they were. The website I got them from was really stupid and I couldn't find another one. But I just wanted to focus on the chorus anyway. And with out further a due, here's chapter 22! (Hey that rhymed)

Making A Decision

Chapter 22: Marron

Was he playing with my mind? I couldn't tell. One minute he sounded like he was serious about taking this relationship somewhere, then the next minute, he acted like he wanted nothing to do with the fact.

Anyway, we had a beautiful day. For the first half of the day. I lay next to him with my head on his chest. He played with my hair, then we fell asleep for about half an hour.

He woke me up by kissing my head softly.

"Trunks, could I ask you something?"

"Anything, Angel," he replied, smiling, and twirling a piece of my hair around his finger.

I shifted uncomfortably. "Do you ever think about the future? Like, what's going to happen to you?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Like tomorrow, next week, next month?"

I sighed. "Like in a couple years. Do you ever think of getting married or having kids?"

"I've thought about it, yeah. I mean, I'd love to give my mom grandkids. That's one thing she always said she wanted. But I don't know if I would make a good father. Or a good husband for that matter," he said.

I smiled softly to myself. "Oh, I think I can argue with that one. Do you think I'd make a good mother?" I asked.

"You'd make an amazing mother. And the perfect wife. You're going to have a perfect life," he whispered.

I turned around in surprise. "And what are you doing excluding yourself out of my life? What makes you think I'm going to give up on you? What have we been doing these couple days? Just fooling around? Then what is this supposed to mean?" I ripped off the necklace and threw it in his face. "Well take this back. I don't need it, or you for that matter. Now take me home, right now Trunks," I yelled.

He stared at me with hurt in his eyes. "Is that what you think, Marron? Do you think I want my whole life planned? I don't want to lose you for anything," he said softly.

I felt tears in my eyes. "Just take me home Trunks." I said firmly. I swear to Dende right then, I felt like my mother. Being cold to everyone, but scared on the inside. It was an awful experience.

"Fine, let's go." I saw he had the necklace in his hands. He stood up and scooped me into his arms.

We flew home in silence.

When he landed at my house, I jumped down quickly. "Thanks for the lift," I mumbled.

"Marron," he started.

I winced. No 'Angel.' "What?" I asked.

"I'll see you tomorrow at work."

I nodded. "Yeah, bye."

He flew off and I burst into tears.

~~~

I opened the front door and walked in the living room. Daddy was sitting on the couch watching TV. I ran up to him and collapsed in his lap.

"Oh Daddy," I sobbed. "It was so horrible. I am such an idiot."

He stroked my hair. "Aw, Marron, you're not an idiot. Now tell me what happened," he said soothingly.

I told him everything. I cried. He just sat there, listening and telling me stupid little fatherly things.

By the time I was halfway through the story, I could tell Daddy was about ready to kill Trunks with his bare hands. Not that he actually could, but he wanted to.

"Daddy, it's not Trunks' fault. It's mine. Please Daddy, don't be mad at him," I pleaded.

Daddy sighed and nodded. "I understand, baby. Just whatever you do, don't do something you're going to regret later," he advised.

I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Daddy. You're the best," I said, standing up.

"Marron, I think you need to go upstairs and call the one person who can always make you feel better. The one you've been looking forward to seeing for the past week," he said.

I smiled slightly. "Uncle Yamcha."

~~~

I dialed the all-too familiar number and waited him to pick up.

"Hello?" came his voice.

"Uncle Yamcha!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, Marron! How's my favorite niece doing? Hey I'm sorry I missed your party. But I want to make it up to you. Really," he said.

I laughed. "Wait a second, you're going too fast for me. Okay, first I'm doing horribly. But I'll fill you in on that later. Its alright, the party sucked. And yeah, you do need to make it up to me. Get your ass down here!"

He laughed. "Okay, okay. I do need to come and see my three favorite people in the world. But what's up that you're doing so bad?"

I told him the whole story, everything from the letter to the picnic and everything in between.

"Well, Marron, I think the best thing to do is apologize and tell Trunks you still love him," he said.

"But Uncle Yamcha, its not that easy. I doubt he even wants to talk to me, and I don't know what I would say to him. I want him to say he wants to marry me, and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me," I explained as I felt the tears well up in my eyes again.

"Marron, don't cry. Listen to me, Trunks is exactly like Bulma. I dated her longer than you know. And if you want my opinion, all you have to do is tell the truth. Do you ever wonder why we broke up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I always did," I admitted.

"Well, those Briefs like it when you tell the truth. I was never very good at that. Tell Trunks the truth, tell him what you just told me, and he'll say it. Trust me."

I wiped falling tears off my face. "Thanks Uncle Yamcha. I think I'll call Goten first, though. Trunks probably talked to him first, so I can see what happened. Will you come visit us?" I asked.

"I don't know Mar, I'll get back to you later. Take care and give your parents my love," he said.

"Sure. Bye Uncle Yamcha," I said.

"Bye Mar."

I hung up the phone and stood up. I needed a shower.

~Wow, that was looooong. What's Marron going to say to Trunks? What's Trunks going to say to Marron? Are you going to review? Of course you are!~