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This is an older fiction of mine and unrelated to any other Marron stories I have done. If
you don't like Marron you probably won't like it, and if you do…you might think she's
out of character buuutttt…it's a cute fic anyway…Now on to the story…
MARRON'S CHOICE
She was like the daughter he'd never have. From the time she was an infant he had always been
around, been a part of her life. Someone she could look up to and tell her problems to. He
came and went, sometimes staying a few months with them at Kame House, sometimes only a
few days. But always he had made time for her, always was willing to listen to the poor lonely
child living in isolation on an island inhabited by her parents, a sea turtle, a perverted old man,
and a certain shape shifting pig.
She told him things about herself she had never told anyone else, not Trunks or Goten, not even
her parents. He was her confidant. As she grew older he came around less frequently.
Preferring to stay away as he marked the passing of years in how she grew from a sweet
chubby toddler to a lovely girl to a beautiful talented young woman. He still called her on every
birthday and every few months to see how she was doing. When she had romance troubles he
would patiently listen when she cried her heart out to him over the phone, the connection tinny
from whatever part of the world he happened to be in at the time.
He was always there when she needed him. Her Uncle Yamucha…not by blood relation but by
choice.
***
It was Bulma and ChiChi who had organized the reunion of course. It was something to keep
ChiChi's mind off of the fact that this time Gokou wasn't ever coming back. That life would
have to go on without him… and that without him they were all drifting apart.
The party appeared to be in full swing already as Yamucha parked the air bike outside Capsule
Corporation.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it Yamucha?" Puar asked as she floated at his side. He nodded.
"Three years." He murmured as they approached the party. "I wonder what's changed?"
As he rounded the dome and watched his friends as they talked and laughed together he saw
the answer. Everything and nothing. He joined them gladly picking up the reins of friendship as
if they had never been apart. So many years they had been friends; he saw Kuririn talking with
Tien and Bulma a short distance away. They were starting to show their age, especially Kuririn,
who was even younger he was. Thankfully, Yamucha looked a HFIL of a lot younger than he
felt these days. But it was still safe to say the bird of youth had flown in his human friends and in
himself as well. The Saiyajin's of which Vegeta was the last full blooded, aged much slower
and the Saiyajin Prince still looked remarkably unchanged from the first time Yamucha had met
him.
Yamucha went from group to group visiting until he wandered into a discussion ChiChi, Bulma,
Juuhachi-gou, and Kuririn were having about their children.
"I think they would just make the cutest couple. Why haven't they ever gotten together?"
Bulma asked.
"Who?" Yamucha asked joining them.
"Trunks and Marron." Bulma said with a look that told him he should have known what she was
talking about.
"I think Marron and Goten could suit each other well also. It's definitely past time for that boy
to settle down with one girl. I think it should be Marron, after all Kuririn was Gokou's best
friend." ChiChi said.
"Well, I don't think Marron is old enough to get married yet." Kuririn said lamely knowing he
was outnumbered. Juuhachi-gou gave him a pointed stare.
"She's twenty-four years old Kuririn! She's finished with school. She still lives at home. It's
time she left the nest and got married, you're too overprotective of her." Juuhachi-gou told
him.
"Marron still lives at Kame House?" Yamucha muttered to himself in surprise. He actually
hadn't called in nearly a year. He had expected Marron to have had moved out by now after
she finished college last year.
Across the lawn the three in question sat around a table. Trunks and Goten were facing the
group while Marron had her back to them.
"Who do you think they're trying to match up with Marron this time?" Goten asked tapping his
fingers on the table as he leaned near Trunks grinning. "Me or you?"
"Probably me. I'm the eligible bachelor remember…at least you have a girlfriend and an
excuse." Trunks said with a sigh and sipped his drink. Marron's eyes narrowed at him across
the table.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded Marron." Trunks called after her as she stormed off. He
dropped his head then looked at Goten.
"That sounded really bad didn't it?" Trunks asked him.
"Oh yeah…"
"Kusoooo…" Trunks said and got up to go after her, Goten following. He caught up to her as
she headed inside. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. He expected tears as Marron
had always been a bit of a crybaby when they were children. She was sweet and kind and
gentle, one of his best friends growing up. What he didn't expect was her anger. As he pulled
her around she slapped him hard across the face her blue eyes blazing.
"Whoa!" Goten exclaimed a half step behind Trunks. Marron glared at him as well before
yanking her arm loose from the shocked Trunks.
"Fuck both of you! I'm not some booby prize! I wouldn't marry either one of you even if you
asked me so just leave me alone!" She hissed and stalked off toward Bulma's lab where she
knew she could have a few moments of peace and privacy.
The problem was she might just die of happiness if a certain one of them would ask her to marry
him. She'd been in love with Trunks since she was thirteen years old and he was eighteen.
He'd been her first kiss, a brief touch on the lips under a cherry blossom tree with the petals
falling around them like pink rain. Like a child she'd told him she'd love him forever. But he
preferred dating older girls, girls his own age.
Marron had barely ever gotten to see him because she lived so far away on the isolated island.
Then there were his adventures in space, her education, and his job, a million things that got in
the way, a million things that changed. She'd supposed he'd forgotten by now the time under
the cherry tree ten years ago. She thought she had, but all it had taken was seeing him again
and all the old feelings came right back.
She sat in Bulma's comfy chair and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was miserable plain
and simple. The man she was in love with barely knew she existed other than as a friend. He
still thought of her as an annoying little girl. She glanced down at the pink sundress her father
insisted she wear with disgust. It didn't help that at age twenty-four she still dressed like a girl
and lived at home. She was such a coward…afraid to stand up to her parents and tell them
what kind of life she wanted. Marron had secretly defied her them in college and studied music,
and she was actually a very talented singer and songwriter but Yamucha was the only one who
knew it, the only one she trusted with her secret. She pulled the ties that held her hair in two
loose ponytails behind her ears and let it fall free.
"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing hiding in here when there's a party going on?" Yamucha
said as he stepped from the shadows near the door as if in answer to her thoughts.
Marron started at the intrusion but her surprise melted into a huge smile as she saw him.
"It's you! I'm so happy to see you!" She cried and flew across the room into his arms as he
swept her up in a huge hug. She pressed her cheek to his leather jacket a moment before
stepping back to look at him.
"When did you cut your hair?" She asked. For years now Yamucha had kept his hair in a long
ponytail, now it was closely cropped, shorter than she'd ever seen it.
"Awhile ago. I needed a change." He told her running a hand through it.
"I know how that feels." He guided her over to the chair again a hand at her back and
motioned for her to sit.
"Tell your Uncle Yamucha all about it. I saw you pop Trunks one in the kisser out there." He
said and leaned against the desk arms folded. She bit her lip not sure where to start.
"I heard your folks too. Sounds like everybody has your life pretty well figured out for you
doesn't it?" He asked quietly when she didn't say anything. She nodded as tears formed in her
eyes.
"They always have. What I wear, where I went to school, what I would do…now they're
trying to tell me who to marry."
"What about what you want Marron? Do you want to marry Trunks? Or Goten? What about
your music?" Yamucha asked.
"I want it to be my choice! I want to make my own decisions whether they are right or wrong! I
want the right to screw up my own life if I want to. It's been the same since they refused to
teach me martial arts. They've decided my whole life for me." She said vehemently.
"You let them." Yamucha told her softly. Marron opened her mouth to argue then shut it with a
snap. He was right. "You have to make your own future Marron. Do what you want to do, be
who you want to be. Don't let anyone decide for you."
She got up and hugged him again leaning her head on his chest. "I miss talking to you, you
always know just what to say." She murmured.
He ruffled her hair. "So you never said…do you want to marry Trunks, Goten, or none of the
above?" Yamucha asked when she let him go. She blushed. "Ah! I see. So which one is the
lucky guy?" He teased her.
"Trunks." She whispered.
"Does he know then?"
"Know what?" She asked looking away.
"Know that you are still in love with him ten years later?" Yamucha asked. She shook her
head.
"And you better not tell him either! It's bad enough our parents are always trying to push us
together. IF something ever happens between us I want it to be because HE wants it, not
because of everyone else's influence." She said. Yamucha slipped an arm around her shoulder
as he led her back to the party.
"Fair enough kid."
"So how long are you gonna be around this time?" She asked.
"Thought I might stick around a week or two…you want to go out with your old Uncle
Yamucha while I'm here? Go shopping?" He asked. She made a face; she'd rather go dancing.
"You really haven't been around much have you? I hate to shop. Bra has kind of killed that joy
for me." She laughed.
"Ah well. You said you wanted a change so I thought that meant you might want some new
threads…a new look."
"You buying?" She asked him.
"Of course. I don't have anyone else to spend it on. Might as well spend it on my favorite girl. I
might take you out to dinner, maybe go to a club too if you want. I did miss your birthday." She
stopped and put her hands on her hips giving him a look.
"What happened to Monica?" He put his hand behind his head.
"Three girlfriends ago. I'm not seeing anyone now." She rolled her eyes at him.
"You promise you won't run off and ditch me if you meet some woman?" She said leveling a
finger at him. He looked offended.
"I would never…" He started and she gave him the look again. The look that told him this
twenty-four year old girl knew him better than anyone besides probably Bulma. "OK. I
promise."
She beamed at him and held out her hand. "Excellent, then I give you permission to lavish
attention and gifts upon my person."
Authors Notes: Love it? Hate it? Let me know…either way there is more coming…
This is an older fiction of mine and unrelated to any other Marron stories I have done. If
you don't like Marron you probably won't like it, and if you do…you might think she's
out of character buuutttt…it's a cute fic anyway…Now on to the story…
MARRON'S CHOICE
She was like the daughter he'd never have. From the time she was an infant he had always been
around, been a part of her life. Someone she could look up to and tell her problems to. He
came and went, sometimes staying a few months with them at Kame House, sometimes only a
few days. But always he had made time for her, always was willing to listen to the poor lonely
child living in isolation on an island inhabited by her parents, a sea turtle, a perverted old man,
and a certain shape shifting pig.
She told him things about herself she had never told anyone else, not Trunks or Goten, not even
her parents. He was her confidant. As she grew older he came around less frequently.
Preferring to stay away as he marked the passing of years in how she grew from a sweet
chubby toddler to a lovely girl to a beautiful talented young woman. He still called her on every
birthday and every few months to see how she was doing. When she had romance troubles he
would patiently listen when she cried her heart out to him over the phone, the connection tinny
from whatever part of the world he happened to be in at the time.
He was always there when she needed him. Her Uncle Yamucha…not by blood relation but by
choice.
***
It was Bulma and ChiChi who had organized the reunion of course. It was something to keep
ChiChi's mind off of the fact that this time Gokou wasn't ever coming back. That life would
have to go on without him… and that without him they were all drifting apart.
The party appeared to be in full swing already as Yamucha parked the air bike outside Capsule
Corporation.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it Yamucha?" Puar asked as she floated at his side. He nodded.
"Three years." He murmured as they approached the party. "I wonder what's changed?"
As he rounded the dome and watched his friends as they talked and laughed together he saw
the answer. Everything and nothing. He joined them gladly picking up the reins of friendship as
if they had never been apart. So many years they had been friends; he saw Kuririn talking with
Tien and Bulma a short distance away. They were starting to show their age, especially Kuririn,
who was even younger he was. Thankfully, Yamucha looked a HFIL of a lot younger than he
felt these days. But it was still safe to say the bird of youth had flown in his human friends and in
himself as well. The Saiyajin's of which Vegeta was the last full blooded, aged much slower
and the Saiyajin Prince still looked remarkably unchanged from the first time Yamucha had met
him.
Yamucha went from group to group visiting until he wandered into a discussion ChiChi, Bulma,
Juuhachi-gou, and Kuririn were having about their children.
"I think they would just make the cutest couple. Why haven't they ever gotten together?"
Bulma asked.
"Who?" Yamucha asked joining them.
"Trunks and Marron." Bulma said with a look that told him he should have known what she was
talking about.
"I think Marron and Goten could suit each other well also. It's definitely past time for that boy
to settle down with one girl. I think it should be Marron, after all Kuririn was Gokou's best
friend." ChiChi said.
"Well, I don't think Marron is old enough to get married yet." Kuririn said lamely knowing he
was outnumbered. Juuhachi-gou gave him a pointed stare.
"She's twenty-four years old Kuririn! She's finished with school. She still lives at home. It's
time she left the nest and got married, you're too overprotective of her." Juuhachi-gou told
him.
"Marron still lives at Kame House?" Yamucha muttered to himself in surprise. He actually
hadn't called in nearly a year. He had expected Marron to have had moved out by now after
she finished college last year.
Across the lawn the three in question sat around a table. Trunks and Goten were facing the
group while Marron had her back to them.
"Who do you think they're trying to match up with Marron this time?" Goten asked tapping his
fingers on the table as he leaned near Trunks grinning. "Me or you?"
"Probably me. I'm the eligible bachelor remember…at least you have a girlfriend and an
excuse." Trunks said with a sigh and sipped his drink. Marron's eyes narrowed at him across
the table.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded Marron." Trunks called after her as she stormed off. He
dropped his head then looked at Goten.
"That sounded really bad didn't it?" Trunks asked him.
"Oh yeah…"
"Kusoooo…" Trunks said and got up to go after her, Goten following. He caught up to her as
she headed inside. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. He expected tears as Marron
had always been a bit of a crybaby when they were children. She was sweet and kind and
gentle, one of his best friends growing up. What he didn't expect was her anger. As he pulled
her around she slapped him hard across the face her blue eyes blazing.
"Whoa!" Goten exclaimed a half step behind Trunks. Marron glared at him as well before
yanking her arm loose from the shocked Trunks.
"Fuck both of you! I'm not some booby prize! I wouldn't marry either one of you even if you
asked me so just leave me alone!" She hissed and stalked off toward Bulma's lab where she
knew she could have a few moments of peace and privacy.
The problem was she might just die of happiness if a certain one of them would ask her to marry
him. She'd been in love with Trunks since she was thirteen years old and he was eighteen.
He'd been her first kiss, a brief touch on the lips under a cherry blossom tree with the petals
falling around them like pink rain. Like a child she'd told him she'd love him forever. But he
preferred dating older girls, girls his own age.
Marron had barely ever gotten to see him because she lived so far away on the isolated island.
Then there were his adventures in space, her education, and his job, a million things that got in
the way, a million things that changed. She'd supposed he'd forgotten by now the time under
the cherry tree ten years ago. She thought she had, but all it had taken was seeing him again
and all the old feelings came right back.
She sat in Bulma's comfy chair and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was miserable plain
and simple. The man she was in love with barely knew she existed other than as a friend. He
still thought of her as an annoying little girl. She glanced down at the pink sundress her father
insisted she wear with disgust. It didn't help that at age twenty-four she still dressed like a girl
and lived at home. She was such a coward…afraid to stand up to her parents and tell them
what kind of life she wanted. Marron had secretly defied her them in college and studied music,
and she was actually a very talented singer and songwriter but Yamucha was the only one who
knew it, the only one she trusted with her secret. She pulled the ties that held her hair in two
loose ponytails behind her ears and let it fall free.
"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing hiding in here when there's a party going on?" Yamucha
said as he stepped from the shadows near the door as if in answer to her thoughts.
Marron started at the intrusion but her surprise melted into a huge smile as she saw him.
"It's you! I'm so happy to see you!" She cried and flew across the room into his arms as he
swept her up in a huge hug. She pressed her cheek to his leather jacket a moment before
stepping back to look at him.
"When did you cut your hair?" She asked. For years now Yamucha had kept his hair in a long
ponytail, now it was closely cropped, shorter than she'd ever seen it.
"Awhile ago. I needed a change." He told her running a hand through it.
"I know how that feels." He guided her over to the chair again a hand at her back and
motioned for her to sit.
"Tell your Uncle Yamucha all about it. I saw you pop Trunks one in the kisser out there." He
said and leaned against the desk arms folded. She bit her lip not sure where to start.
"I heard your folks too. Sounds like everybody has your life pretty well figured out for you
doesn't it?" He asked quietly when she didn't say anything. She nodded as tears formed in her
eyes.
"They always have. What I wear, where I went to school, what I would do…now they're
trying to tell me who to marry."
"What about what you want Marron? Do you want to marry Trunks? Or Goten? What about
your music?" Yamucha asked.
"I want it to be my choice! I want to make my own decisions whether they are right or wrong! I
want the right to screw up my own life if I want to. It's been the same since they refused to
teach me martial arts. They've decided my whole life for me." She said vehemently.
"You let them." Yamucha told her softly. Marron opened her mouth to argue then shut it with a
snap. He was right. "You have to make your own future Marron. Do what you want to do, be
who you want to be. Don't let anyone decide for you."
She got up and hugged him again leaning her head on his chest. "I miss talking to you, you
always know just what to say." She murmured.
He ruffled her hair. "So you never said…do you want to marry Trunks, Goten, or none of the
above?" Yamucha asked when she let him go. She blushed. "Ah! I see. So which one is the
lucky guy?" He teased her.
"Trunks." She whispered.
"Does he know then?"
"Know what?" She asked looking away.
"Know that you are still in love with him ten years later?" Yamucha asked. She shook her
head.
"And you better not tell him either! It's bad enough our parents are always trying to push us
together. IF something ever happens between us I want it to be because HE wants it, not
because of everyone else's influence." She said. Yamucha slipped an arm around her shoulder
as he led her back to the party.
"Fair enough kid."
"So how long are you gonna be around this time?" She asked.
"Thought I might stick around a week or two…you want to go out with your old Uncle
Yamucha while I'm here? Go shopping?" He asked. She made a face; she'd rather go dancing.
"You really haven't been around much have you? I hate to shop. Bra has kind of killed that joy
for me." She laughed.
"Ah well. You said you wanted a change so I thought that meant you might want some new
threads…a new look."
"You buying?" She asked him.
"Of course. I don't have anyone else to spend it on. Might as well spend it on my favorite girl. I
might take you out to dinner, maybe go to a club too if you want. I did miss your birthday." She
stopped and put her hands on her hips giving him a look.
"What happened to Monica?" He put his hand behind his head.
"Three girlfriends ago. I'm not seeing anyone now." She rolled her eyes at him.
"You promise you won't run off and ditch me if you meet some woman?" She said leveling a
finger at him. He looked offended.
"I would never…" He started and she gave him the look again. The look that told him this
twenty-four year old girl knew him better than anyone besides probably Bulma. "OK. I
promise."
She beamed at him and held out her hand. "Excellent, then I give you permission to lavish
attention and gifts upon my person."
Authors Notes: Love it? Hate it? Let me know…either way there is more coming…