Sorry for the delay. I've had terrible writer's block, and I cured it! So here's chapter 5! Oh, and let's do some advertising for myself: go read 'She's On Fire' I worked pretty damn hard on it, so go read and review. I need more reviews…

With a shaky hand, Marron lifted up the phone and dialed the number jotted down on the piece of paper in her other hand. She bit her lip as it rang. Once… twice…

"Capsule Corp."

"Trunks?" she whispered. "It's Marron."

There was a pause. "Marron? Hi. How're you doing? It's been a week, hasn't it? How's Goten?"

Marron let out her breath slowly. "I'm okay, Trunks. And Goten's doing fine. But that's not what I called to talk about."

"Marron, don't. Can we just leave whatever happened last week behind us? I'd rather not talk about that or anything," he said softly.

"Alright Trunks. I'll forget about it. But how would you and Bra like to come over for dinner tonight? I'll cook, or we can get take-out if you want," she suggested.

"I'd love to. I'll find Bra and tell her. What time should we come over?" he asked.

Marron looked at her watch. "How about six? That should give me enough time," she said.

"Okay then. Six it is. I'll see you then."

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Pan stuck a quarter in the pay phone and dialed Marron's number.

"Hello?"

"Marron! Hi! It's Pan," she said happily. She missed her dear friend.

"Hi Pan! How's the plan going? I did forget to tell you. You can come home whenever you want. Some crazy things have happened in the past week, but Goten has always been on the phone, there when I need. So you can come home now if you want."

Pan's eyes bulged. "Are you kidding? I love it here! No parents, no school, no work. I'm having the best time! And I even get to hang out with Uncle Goten! My disguise is working perfectly, and I've become really great 'friends' with him. I'm Pam, a Spanish woman traveling the world," she explained.

"Hmm, sounds like fun. How's Goten doing?" Marron asked.

"Well, Pam knows all about you, and has seen pictures. You're all he talks about, you know. He misses you terribly."

"I know. And I miss him. And Trunks… he's in real trouble if he doesn't watch out," Marron said.

"What do you mean?"

Marron took in a deep breath. "It was last week, and Trunks asked me if he could take me out and try to cheer me up. Well, he must've felt guilty about taking me out, so he called Goten. And Goten got mad at Trunks, and I just talked to him the first time on a week."

Pan froze. "Wow," she whispered. "Tell him and Bra I said hi, and tell everyone else I send my love. I have to go, my money's running low. I'll talk to you next week. Bye Mar."

"Bye Pan."

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Trunks and Bra rang Marron's buzzer at six. She opened the door a minute later.

"Hi guys," she greeted them. "Come on in. Dinner will be ready soon."

The two followed her into the apartment and into the kitchen. They took a seat at the table and watched stupidly as Marron bustled around the kitchen, basting a chicken here, and chopping carrots there.

"Want some help, Mar?" Trunks asked, standing up.

Marron smiled gratefully. "Can you just get me that potholder over there?" She gestured over to the countertop on the other side of the kitchen.

Trunks nodded and handed her the blue potholder. She smiled as she accepted it and opened the oven to take her chicken out.

Finally, Bra screamed. "Dende! Will you two stop acting so polite toward one another!?! Trunks, you like Marron. Marron, you like Goten. You two are friends! Stop acting like complete strangers!"

Marron and Trunks looked at each other, then at Bra.

"Things are just a little awkward, Bra. That's all," Marron said quietly.

"I know Marron, it's just that I couldn't take it anymore. So, if we could find something to talk about, it would be much appreciated."

"Okay, well I talked to Pan earlier," Marron said.

"Oh? How's she doing? I miss that little drama queen," Trunks said.

Marron smiled. "She's loving it over there. She's doing her whole actress thing, and she said she didn't want to come home anytime soon."

The phone rang, and Marron jumped up, a huge grin on her face. "Hi baby," she answered.

"How'd you know it was me?" came the un-mistakable reply.

She laughed. "Who else would be calling me now? Trunks and Bra are here, and my parents are out of town for two days. I'm just guessing it would be you. Oh, and its so nice to talk to you too, hon."

"Oops. Sorry babe. But you know I couldn't wait to talk to you. And Pan could be calling you, you know," he pointed out.

"Pan? Oh, Pan! She um, had some studying to do tonight, and she, uh, didn't want anyone to disturb her, so she, er, turned the phone off. But enough about that. I'm going to say it again. Come home! You don't have to do this," she pleaded, stepping out of the kitchen for privacy.

"No Mar. I already told you I couldn't. But I have an idea for you."

"What?"

"Why don't you come here? Just for a week, and you can stay with me in my new apartment. Please Mar?"

Marron's mouth gaped open. "Are you serious? I'd love to! How about I leave on Saturday? And I can come home the following Saturday? I have to go and make plans now, so how about you call me later and we can discuss the details."

Goten laughed. "I'm glad you're excited. I'll call you later. Love you," he said.

"Love you, too. Bye 'Ten."

*Eeps. That was kinda short. Well, I don't really feel good, so ignore all grammar mistakes you saw and review*