Hi! I would've had this up sooner, but there's computer problems, and right now I'm as sick as a dog. But I got this up for ya anyways!
They sent Marron home the next day. There was really not much more they could do for her, so much to Marron's happiness, she was able to go back to her apartment. And much to Krillin and 18's dismay, Goten moved in with her.
Things with Trunks were still a little shaky. Marron hadn't spoken with him in almost a week, and she blamed herself for it. So one day, while Goten was in the shower, Marron started to write a letter to her best friend.
Trunks,
First off, I would like to apologize for everything that I might have put you through in the past two months. Life has taken a confusing turn, and I think I may have hurt you during this confusing time. I have gone through love, pain, joy, anger, happiness, and fear all at once, and I feel its time I shared that all with you.
Back when I broke up with you, I never, ever wanted to hurt you, not for anything in a million years. But I was afraid. Afraid I would wind up with a broken heart. And I admit I was wrong and I'm sorry for causing you pain.
When I was in America last week, I had a dream. A nightmare actually. Goten and I were getting married, and you came in, killed, him, and proposed to me. I was so scared of you. Of my best friend. I realized when I saw you at the airport you weren't the Trunks in my nightmare. You were the same Trunks I've been best friends with all my life.
I also had another secret nightmare. Goten fell in love with Bra, so I figured I'm just paranoid.
I have one question for you. Did you ever see me with Goten? When we were teenagers, I mean? I sure didn't. I think I was twenty when I started to see him as a different person. I'm sorry for that, too.
Goten loves you as much as I do. He wasn't in America because of me. He thinks you're still in love with me, and he doesn't want you to see us together. He won't come home until he knows for sure that you're completely over me. (Please don't tell him I'm telling you this.) I don't want you to be hurt either, but this isn't the way I want to live. I don't want him 5,000 miles away. I love him, and it's too hard to be this far apart.
And I hate myself everyday for that.
Love is the hardest thing I've ever had to endure. It's a beautiful thing, but it's the most confusing thing in the world. But to fully endure it, I need my best friend back. You're not just Goten's best friend to me anymore. You're my best friend as much as his, and I hope you feel the same about me.
What I wanted to put in this letter was what's been going on in the past two months. And to tell you I miss you. You're an important part of my life Trunks, and I need that part back. I want to go hang out at the pizza place, the three of us, and make fun of people that used to pass by. I want to pull pranks on high-school teachers and ditch our dates with fake stories about 'Mom' being sick and 'Brother' needing us back home. I want to be teenagers again.
But since I know that's not going to happen, I want the closest thing to it to. I want us to be friends again, Goten or no Goten. So call me, or swing by sometime. With this stupid broken leg, I know I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. I miss you!!!
Love always and forever,
Marron
Trunks got the letter and called Marron. "Miss Chestnut," he started in a high-pitched voice. "This is Mr. Briefs' secretary. I am calling on behalf of the letter you sent him, and he would like you to know he is not in love with you, and he has a blind date tonight so he needs his 'sister' to bust in and report that 'Mother' is deathly ill."
Marron laughed. "Hey loser. 'Sis' can't really walk right now, but she can always call on a cell phone."
"Hmmm. I guess that's good enough. But anyway, I got your letter. And I was appalled. I had no idea 'Ten was there because of me. And I can't believe he thinks I'm in love with you. That's funny," Trunks mused.
"Funny? Are you saying that the thought of me being the object of your affection is funny? Does that mean I'm not worth it for Mr. Prez?" she scoffed.
"You're not my type. I think I go for the more wild woman," he smoothly said.
"Well I was you're type about a year ago when we dated for about six months. I'm thinking you've changed your ways, Briefs?"
He toyed with the phone chord. "Oh, but I have, Chestnut. But enough about the dating scene, how're your battle scars?"
"I got my stitches out yesterday, and my cheek is really nasty. I have some pretty bad bumps on my head, and my arm and leg are the same," she explained. "But it's nothing pizza and beer can't fix. What time do you get off tonight?"
He glanced at the clock. "About an hour. Where's your night in shining armor?"
"He's getting the beer. I had a strange feeling you were going to call me today. We've got beer, pizza's up to you. Pepperoni, sausage, peppers, and mushrooms. Get about four or five. It's going to be a long night."
"Okay, Mar. I'll see you in an hour and a half. We'll get drunk together. Then we'll be teenagers again."
"Trunks, what about your date?"
"'Sister' has a broken leg. She needs my help."
"You can be such a jerk sometimes."
"Yes, but I have the pizza."
"Fine. Be on time, will ya?" Click.
The door to Marron's apartment opened two hours later, and Trunks set five large pizzas on the coffee table. He gave Marron a hug then plopped down on the couch next to her.
"Where's Goten?"
She pointed to the kitchen. "Washing dishes. He's wearing an apron if you want a peek. I already snapped about ten blackmail pictures."
Trunks laughed. "Hey Gotina! Get in here! And bring the beer!" he yelled.
Goten emerged from the kitchen in one of Marron's old pink aprons. "Ha ha. Very funny, Trunks. If you don't shut up, you'll be washing dishes in this apron." He tossed Trunks and Marron two beers before taking off the apron, plopping down on the couch, and opening one for himself. "Hand me the pizza."
Marron held up a hand. "Wait. Before you two start eating five pizzas yourselves, you have to promise me you'll eat like normal people." Her leg was propped up on the table, and her good arm held an opened can of beer.
"Fine," Goten sighed. "We'll ignore our Sayian genes and eat like the humans we aren't."
Marron laughed before grabbing a piece of pizza and biting into it. It was going to be a great night.
