Discrimination
Chapter 8
A shove in the right direction
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A/N Ok people bear with me. I have a lack of inspiration and writer's block. But I hope you like this chapter anyway
"17 it's good to see you," 18 said from the kitchen as she was cooking dinner when Marron and 17 walked in.
"You too sister," he said leaning against the door.
"17," Krillen acknowledged as he went strait to Marron, "Are you OK?" he demanded as he stared at her.
"Yes daddy," Marron said rolling her eyes, "I'm standing right here aren't I?"
"You have a grass stain on your dress," he said his eyes going wide as he inspected the barley see-able mark, "He hurt you, didn't he?"
"Daddy…."
"Don't lie to me Marron. I know what happened. It may surprise you but I was a teenager too. First he tried to put his arm around you. Then you moved away and he tried to touch your hand but you were too uncomfortable. The he tried to kiss you and you let him but…."
Marron didn't listen to the rest of his rambling. Her eyes were fixed on the clock behind him as he continued to rant, his voice becoming higher every minute.
"And then 17 took your home! That's what happened," he said finishing.
'Only 15 minutes,' Marron thought, 'he must be in a good mood.'
"Dad," she said, "I was looking for my pencil. It was in the grass. I got a grass stain when I was trying to find it."
"……………………………… Oh…………………..," Krillen said after a long pause then looked 17, "Is this true."
"Partly," 17 said chuckling softly, "She was definitely interested in a pencil of a different kind."
Marron eyes went wide and she kicked 17 in the shins as hard as she could and 17 grimaced. Luckily Krillen didn't hear him or he would have fainted.
"What was that again?"
"I said," 17 murmured through clenched teeth, "That's exactly true!"
Krillen didn't look convinced but he settled for the answer and went into the kitchen to help 18. Marron pulled 17 into her room by his ear.
"Ow Marron," he said in pain, "You could have told me to go to your room. That was totally unnecessary."
"No," she said crossing her arms, "That comment you said earlier was totally unnecessary."
"You know," 18 said rubbing his ear, "Most younger people respect their elders, not abuse them."
"I'll show you what real abuse is if you don't stop changing the subject," Marron said her eyes narrowed.
"Whatever you say," 17 said.
"Now answer the question."
"What question?" 17 had to duck from the large book she threw at him, "Ohhhhhh that question."
"Yes that question," she said losing her patience.
"Well it's obvious you like him," 17 said.
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Marron shrieked as she lost her balance and fell down. She got back up on her feet her face was very red, "YOU THINK I LIKE HIM???"
"Well yeah," he said, "The way you were flirting together you think you guys would get a hotel room about now…"
"What makes you think I like… him?" she said incredulously.
"Lets see besides the flirting, the looking at each other when no one is noticing, when you two were making out in front of me…."
"WE WEREN'T MAKING OUT!" she bellowed, "WE WERE LOOKING FOR MY PENCIL!"
"You were looking at more then a pencil," 17 said smirking. This time the large book Marron threw at him did hit him.
"Whatever you thought was wrong," she said seething and did not notice her mother entering the room, "I don't like him. In fact I hate him. He's annoying and a jerk and has a big ego and thinks he's all that…"
"And has a cute butt…." 18 said from behind her.
"And has a cute butt," Marron said not thinking about what she was saying, "No! I mean, I hate him!"
"Who is him?" 18 said almost laughing as Marron froze.
"Mom?" she squeaked, "Is that you?"
"As far as I know," she said raising her eyebrow, "Now that I answered your question, answer mine. Who is this him?"
"Him?" Marron said nervously, "Er no one. I mean there are a lot of hims on this planet."
"Oh I get it," 18 said smiling, "You're too embarrassed to tell me about him."
"What do you mean?" She said, "Why would I be embarrassed."
"Well I think it's cute," 18 said ignoring the question, "That you have a boyfriend and you are trying to keep it a secret."
"But I don't…."
"Oh don't play that with me," she said rolling her eyes, "I know you have a boyfriend. Your father told me all about it."
"But…"
"And," she said grinning wistfully, "After you finish dating you'll get married, unless he's poor. Then you can't date him. Is he poor?"
"Oh no," 17 said with amusement, "He has quite a bundle of money."
"Uncle stay out of this," Marron demanded.
"Well," 18 said continuing her rant, "You'll give us some nice grandchildren."
Krillen entered the room. "Oh no she won't," he said firmly, "I want to meet this guy."
"But I…"
"Oh come off it," 18 said angrily back at Krillen, "She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to."
"She's my baby!"
"She's 18 years old."
"Don't I get some say in this?" Marron asked irritably.
"No," Krillen and 18 said in unison before they went back to there fight.
Marron groaned, this is not the best day in her life.
~*~*~*~*~Trunk's castle*~*~*~
"And I want that statue of me in the middle of the dancing ball," Maron said happily making the decorations for Trunk's big birthday party. So far they were going to paint the halls Maron's favorite color, place Maron's portraits in the guest halls, choose the music to play, which happened to be Maron's favorite...
"OOOOOhhhhhhh," she said as her large diamond statue was wheeled out, "But I wonder… what if I had a gold ribbon around the walls of the ballroom spelling my name. That would be cool."
Trunks however had a bored look on his face as he watched the paint dry. He would occasionally blast little holes in the paint just to annoy the workers. But then Maron would come and yell at him about ruining her big day.
"Her big day?" Trunks thought angrily leaving the room, "It's MY birthday. Stupid witch."
"That's not very nice to say," Bra said as she appeared from no where.
"Yeah well," Trunks said his eyes drooping, he got no sleep yesterday, "Neither is the queen. This party is going to be so boring."
Bra's face produced a sly grin, "I bet it would be fun if your friends were there."
"Yeah," he said wistfully.
"You and Goten pulling practical jokes."
"Uh huh."
"Flying around the ballroom."
"Heh heh."
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Yes," he said, he was half-asleep.
"Hanging out with Goten."
"Yeah…"
"Making out with Marron."
"Yup."
"AH HA! You admit it!" Bra said triumphantly.
"What?" he said jerking awake and turned red when he realized what he said, "I mean… yuck Bra. You have a dirty mind."
Bra sighed, "You know, you have the right to be stupid, but your just abusing you privilege."
"Go away squirt."
Bra shook her head and walked away. If Trunks and Marron were going to ever be together, she would need to give Trunk's a shove in the right direction. Well maybe not a shove. More like he would need to be beaten, drugged, tied up, and dragged in the general direction.
She ran up to the Queen Maron who was busy deciding whether to have the carpet the same color as her hair or her eyes.
"Looks like you are ready for you're big day Queen," she said trying to sound impressed.
"Oh yes," Maron boasted as she filed her nails, "I can't wait for everyone to see me in my dress."
"I was thinking," Bra said grinning, "That we could invite everyone. Humans and demi-humans…"
"WHAT?!?!" Maron shrieked, "ARE YOU CRAZY!"
Bra tried not to point out that all the windows had shattered when Maron screeched like that.
"Think about it," Bra reasoned, "I heard that this year your dress was *superb*. I was thinking, it would be a shame that only us saiyans would see it, but if everyone could see it then…"
"I will be the talk of everyone!" Maron said getting excited, "I'll do it!" She skipped away going to tell everyone the new news… and telling the decorators to put new stained glass windows with her picture in it to replace the old broken ones.
"Well that was easy," Bra said raising her eyebrow, "Well when you have a simple mind, you have simple pleasures."
Trunks walked up to her. "What are you up to?" he asked her suspiciously of her wide grin.
"Why do you believe that I'm up to something," she said innocently.
"Because you only look cute when you're up to evil."
"Nu uh! I always look cute."
"No not really. I've seen cuter."
"Like Marron?"
Trunks caught himself before he said yes this time, "Are you demented?"
"Perhaps," Bra said with a hint of amusement and looked at the clock, "But the real question is, are you late?"
Trunks looked surprised and checked, sure enough he was about 15 minutes late minutes late for the tutoring session, "&*^&%$!"
He grabbed Bra by her arm and sprinted out of the room ignoring the weird looks that he decorators cast at them.
"Wait," Bra said, "I haven't told you the good news yet."
"You have to wait till we get there," he said pushing Bra out of the window.
'Oh well,' Bra thought, 'I'd like to see the other's expression when I tell them.'
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A/N The reason why the first part of the chapter sucked was because I still had writer's block, but thankfully it went away. So tell what you think.
