Vegeta: This is a Lenny Kravitz song fic bargain sale!!! *rolls eyes* Italicized text: "Heaven Help" by that man that my woman seems to have a thing for.

Face the Music

Chapter Two: Heaven Help

Trunks sat morosely in the freshly turned-down bed in the suite and sighed, swiping a pen over some blank sheet music. He just couldn't explain how he felt to.... to Marron.

There comes a time

To be free of the heart

I wanna be ready... ready to start

On a love journey

Got places to go

Made up my mind I've got to let you know...

Trunks looked up at the knock on the door. "Yeah?"

"It's Mar."

Heaven help the heart that lets me inside

Mar? When did she start calling herself that? Trunks' stomach did a flip-flop for some reason, but he shook it off.

Heaven help the one who comes in my life

"Come in." He ran a shaky hand through his hair and put down the pen and music.

Heaven help the fool that walks through my door...

Oh, Dende. She looks beautiful. Trunks saw the little black jeans and pink muscle tank and wanted nothing more than Marron at that moment.

Cos I decided right now-I'm ready for love.

A funny feeling's coming over me

Now I'm inspired and open to be

In a love place but it's out of my hands...

I'm telling you baby that you've got to understand...

"I love you..." He whispered. Luckily she didn't hear it. Trunks wanted to smack himself, but refrained.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

"Oh," She shook it off, "Well anyway I just came in to say 'hey' and I was wondering if you wanted to go over that one part of "Love to Hate You" with me." *I LOVE YOU, BURNED, so now you have something special.*

"Uh.. uh, which part?"

Heaven help the heart that lets me inside.

Heaven help the one who comes in my life...

"You know, the guitar part on measure.. uh.." She raised her eyes skyward in remembrance, "Measure sixty. Yeah, that's it." She walked over and picked up his guitar that was sitting comfortably next to his bass.

Heaven help the fool that walks through my door

Cos I decided right now-I'm ready for love.

"Show me how." She sidled up closer to him and he put his arms around hers, situating them on the guitar and moved her fingers delicately over the metal strings. *How metal strings KILL when you haven't practiced!.. heh. Sorry back to the story.* They both became lost in the music and the embrace they had each other in.

Dende how I just want to take those wonderful hands and kiss them and... Marron stopped thinking like that before she stopped the beautiful flow of music and kissed him right then and there. She sighed and Trunks took it the wrong way and stopped,

"You... you get it now? You don't need to go over it anymore?" He was stuttering!? Trunks, the man who could get virtually any woman in the world was nervous around her? This struck Marron as very interesting and she took the opportunity to stretch, showing off her chest and muscular arms.

"No, Trunks! It's just you have the most wonderful touch...." She paused for dramatic effect and could have sworn she saw him shiver, "... On the guitar, I mean." She wiggled closer to him still, "You should tell Mike you want to switch with me for the next album... Or we could just do it..." Closer.. "On our own without his... consent." She stared into his eyes and as if she were in a dream he brought his hands to her arms and rubbed them gently,

"Mar-" He stopped and his eyes lost their dreamy look, "You should go get some sleep. We got a big show tomorrow, you know." He smiled awkwardly and drew his arms away. She didn't let her disappointment show, however, but just flashed a gorgeous smile back at him.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll see you tomorrow at sound check." She slid off the bed and walked as seductively as she could and it worked because he was entranced with the movement of her hips and that lovely ass.

...Ready for love...

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait till later. Marron plotted the next day's—night's—events with painstaking care, being sure to cover every detail.