Discrimination:

Chapter 13:

PMS?

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A/N: Sorry for the boring chapter before: and now here is unlucky 13, and boy is it unlucky. I'm drawing a blank: well here goes nothing.

Marron frowned to herself, her hair tied up into an untidy bun and wearing a raggedy paint stained shirt. She spotted red paint across the picture over the purple splotch in the middle.

Her eyes wandered the picture, it was a nonsense picture yet full of emotions. Well one emotion- anger. Her hands trailed as if they had a life of their own, creating random designs. Before she knew what was going on, she realized she absentmindedly wrote the word "Trunks" in loopy pink letters.

She immediately covered it with black paint.

"I… hate… Trunks," she said with frustration as she covered the name over and over again with black paint. Even when she couldn't see it anymore she continued to paint over, the words burning into her mind.

"Erm Marron," said an uncertain voice. Krillen creeped into her room.

"What?" she said moodily.

"Are you OK?" he asked her.

"What are you talking about," she asked him as she violently painted red marks on the paint soaked canvas, "I'm... doing… just… FINE!"

Krillen backed away a little scared, "Oh you seem a little angry…"

"Angry? WHAT GIVES YOU THAT IDEA!" she said a little louder then normal.

"Are you on PMS?" he asked her.

"PMS? Hell this is one of my better days!" she said in frustration looking over the canvas for awhile and then unsatisfied, she chucked it out of the window.

"Oh well you seemed a little angry and…."

"Why is it anytime a girl is angry it's automatically PMS?" she ranted, "Why can't you just be plain angry. Oh look she yelled at him, it must be PMS. Oh look she's angry, It must be PMS. Oh look, she killed a certain purple haired prince by ripping out his heart and stomping on it continually, it must be PMS!"

"Well I see you want to be alone."

"Ya think?"

"I'll just…. go."

Marron sighed, she had no idea she was so angry. So what Trunks was getting married to some air-head bimbo that wore dresses way to small for her and her boobs were twice the size of her brain.

"Marron…" she heard someone say.

"Go away dad," she said annoyed.

"Dad, no not really."

She sprung up, "Uncle 17?"

"You're late for Goten's tutoring session," he said smirking.

"Kuso," she swore, "Can't be late for Goten."

"Or Trunks," 17 said smirking. Marron sent him and evil glare and he shut-up.

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"So you see, I never was dating Alie," Trunks explained to Chi-Chi, Goku (who still was trying to figure out was going on), and Goten.

"Well not that's all explained I fell better," Chi-Chi said lowering the pan she was holding in her hand.

"Mrs…Son?" Bra said finally speaking up, "Is Pan, your…"

"Yes she is," Chi-Chi said sadly, "Gohan-son was in love with Lady Videl and vice versa. We supported it of course, but they couldn't marry. We thought if they had a child then saiyan and human relationships would be mended. However rumor went out that she was dating a saiyan and there were riots. So she pretended that Gohan was a regular human and named him Gurro. They got married and had a kid…"

"…named Pan," Bra finished.

"It was the first time we saw her," Goku said quietly.

"Oh here comes Marron!" Goten said trying to cheer up the crowd. Trunks looked at her with a lump in his throat.

"Hello Goten, hello Bra, hello Mrs. and Mr. Son," she said ignoring Trunks.

"Hello Marron," Trunks said but she pretended she didn't hear him.

"Where were we Goten," she said taking his arm and placing her head on his shoulder. Trunks felt a rage building in him.

"Why don't you stop being so self centered and pay attention to me."

Marron whirled around, "Who are calling slef-centered. I'm not the one that wants everyone to pay attention to themselves."

"Oh please," he said furiously, "I try to be nice and all you do is blow me off. That is self-centered act if ever."

"As if!" she said, "You hypocrite, your twice as bad as I am."

"You know what at the party you and I seemed to get a long just fine."

"It really wasn't my choice," she said with bitter words, "I didn't want to come in the first place."

The hurt in Trunk's face almost made Marron apologize, but she didn't. She just turned away so she didin't have to see the pain in his eyes.

"…I thought you were a friend," he said, "But obviously I was wrong."

Marron thought of many things to say but she stayed silent, and that hurt him even more.

"… Let's go Bra," Trunks said picking the small blue headed girl up, "We won't be coming back here ever."

He took off in the sky and Marron turned to say something.

"GO AHEAD! GO PRINCE TRUNKS TO YOUR LOVELY FAKE BARBIE DOLL AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! JUST LEAVE US NORMAL PEOPLE BE!"

He didn't even flinch.

"…Marron," Goten said sadly.

"No Goten, let me be. He knew this was coming," she said confidently, "Let's just get to tutoring."

Funny, she had said everything she felt like saying in a long time, but why did it make her feel so bad?

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"Trunkies," Alie said happily as she began to swoon over him, her face in a big smile, "What looks better this dress, or this." She help up perfectly identical dresses to him, if they were dresses. It was more like underwear.

"Uh…… the right one," he said glumly.

"Really, I thought so too Trunks. It's so good we have lots of things in common."

Trunks bit his lip to stop him from replying.

"Alie," Maron said, "Do be a dear and please leave so I can talk to beloved Trunks."

"Oh of course, soon to be mother," Alie said in a sickening sweet voice.

When she left the room, Maron looked at the dress.

"Oh, I like this," she said and hid it so that she could steal it away later.

Trunks shook his head.

"Isn't Alie just a lovely girl," Maron said grinning, "So sweet, nice, and beautiful, she remind me… of me!"

'Unfortunately," he thought, 'she reminds me of you too.'

"Yes," he said out loud.

"Now Trunks not another word about it," she immediately ranted, "You are going to marry Alie whether you like it or not. I didn't raise you so you could be a wild child. I don't care if you don't love her, what's more important, happiness of you or happiness of me… er I mean the kingdom."

"I understand."

"Don't giver me that! You are…… what?"

"I understand I'll marry her," he said.

"What's the catch?" she said eyeing him suspiciously.

Trunks remembered the fight, the word exchanged by Marron.

---I didn't want to come anyway---

"I just… want to make you happy," he said shrugging.

"Well!" she said excited, "That's good. I'll start on the arrangements."

She started walking out of the room, "Maybe I'll call the tailor now!"

"NO!" he said loudly, "Anything but that!"

Bra shook her head sadly. Things changed for the worst.

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A/N: This cahpter is SO boring, and sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. I haven't had time to thoroughly check it. I really am so so sorry. Bye