disclaimer: *blink blink*
[Here's To The Night]=
IX. Everything's So Wrong And I Don't Belong
--------------------
Previously:
"What did I do?"
…
Marron turned her head to face the saiyan, "It was nothing important."
Trunks looked confused for a second, before his eyes narrowed, and a frown reappeared upon his lips.
Curtly, he let out a, "Fine," then stalked out of the house and flew off the island.
--------------------
He didn't understand what Krillin was so angry. It was so un-Krillin-like to yell out like that. He growled. What business of his was it anyway? He could do whatever the hell he wanted to. He was his own man. Free. He let out a breath and closed his eyes, savoring his moment of peace, sailing through the air. Casually, he swung around in little loops, before he settled to a stop and gently landed on a secluded area in the forest. Trunks walked toward the little spring, babbling in front of him. He knelled down and carefully splashed some water onto his face.
Trunks examined his surroundings. He was completely alone here. Everything around him was completely silent, minus the spring and the occasional twittering of the bluebirds. Bluebirds. So small and delicate, with soft blue colored feathers. Blue. Like her eyes. He saw something glittering in her eyes this morning…
Trunks blinked and shook his head. So, what. He saw something in her eyes. Nothing important.
Nothing important. Just like what Marron had said…nothing important…
ARRGGHH! It was frustrating. What exactly did he do!? 'Don't dwell on this Marron issue so much…she said herself that you did nothing, so what's the big deal?'
He sighed. Exactly, what was the big deal?
…
ARRGGHH!!
'What did I do!?'
'Nothing, you didn't do anything.'
'I need help…can you help me?'
'You can help yourself'
'Okay, but can YOU help ME?'
'I am you'
…
His eye twitched. The humming sound…Trunks looked around, there weren't any fluorescent lights around. hmmmzzzzzz…THERE WEREN'T ANY LIGHTS!!!! Where else had he heard this buzzing? He yelled out in anger and frustration.
"THERE AREN'T ANY FLOURESCENT LIGHTS AROUND HERE!!!"
hmmmmzzzzzzzz
"I HATE IT!"
'Shut up!'
'You shut up'
'I HATE you!'
'But then, don't you hate yourself?'
Trunks yelled out again and raised hand out, palm facing the spring that was still babbling happily beside him. In a moment, the fountain was destroyed and replaced by a pile of rubble and dust.
Silence…
It was interrupted by a song of a bluebird.
Bluebirds…which brought his thoughts back to Marron…
He scowled. Shoving all thoughts of everything out of his head…he calmed.
He was alone. Trunks looked around slowly and shrugged. He might as well do some training. 'Never done that in a long time.'
The saiyan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated. He discovered at age twelve that clearing your mind before you fought helps a great deal.
Just as he was about to start, he felt the presence of some others. Opening his cool blue eyes, his gaze met three men. Judging by the way the men were dressed, Trunks concluded that they must live in the forest. They all stood in a straight line, studying him. From left to right, Trunks, too, studied them. The first was considerably short, maybe around Krillin size. His hair was a brown color and to emerald pools formed his eyes. The one in the middle was tall. Probably as tall as Piccolo. He, also, had brown hair, but his eyes were black. The third, the one on the right, looked exactly identical to the first man. Trunks also could tell that they were all fighters—not very good fighters, but fighters nonetheless.
The man on the right smirked.
"Well, look at who decided to come to our training ground, Takaki."
Man number one, who Trunks now assumed was Takaki, replied with a grin.
"He looks like he fights…" Takaki looked towards the man in the middle. "Ko, what do you think?"
Ko grinned sadistically and stepped forward, "Well? Can you? Fight, that is?" he chuckled, "You look certainly weak."
Trunks growled.
Ko's grinned wider, "Trying to look tough with that burn on your shoulder, hmm…?" he turned to Takaki, "I bet you I can knock him out in ten minutes, tops"
The saiyan narrawed his eyes. He did not like that weakling human in front of him and he did not need this now.
Stepping towards Trunks even more, Ko lowered himself to a fighting stance. Trunks did nothing. The brown haired man frowned.
"Well, are you going to fight me?"
Trunks did nothing.
With a scream, Ko lunged at Trunks. But before he could even touch the purple haired man, some force threw him back. Ko struggled up and stared at Trunks. A white aura surrounded him. Ko growled and stood up.
"So--…"
Trunks let out a loud cry and in a burst of energy, the white aura swirled into a bright golden one, once again pushing Ko back, along with Takaki and the other man. But the saiyan didn't stop there. He continued to power up and with another scream, his hair raised high, his eyes turned blue.
"What the HELL?!"
The three men struggled to get up and Trunks continued his power up.
Energy crackled and exploded around the now golden haired man. He walked up to the cowering men in his Super Saiyan glory. He scowled at them.
"Just go before I decide to show you level two, and trust me, that'll probably scare you even more and you'd be shitting cows."
Trunks watched the three men run off and he could still hear them talking as they were running off.
"Who or what was he?"
"One strong bastard."
Powering down, he lifted into the air. 'Bastard. Bastard. Baaaaassssssstttaaaaaaarrrrrrd. And on that note…what the HELL did I do to Marron? DAMNIT! And why can't I get her out of my head!?'
He snorted. Seems to be that now he had to find her to get some peace.
***
Marron walked briskly down the sidewalk. A light breeze danced with her golden colored hair. Wrapping her red jacket closer to her body, she looked at her watch. She had an hour before her lunch break was over.
Her thoughts were of the ever so famous Trunks Briefs. She just felt compelled to help him, though what he said was true. They hardly did know each other. But it saddened her to see him in a state as such he is in now. She felt that they were close…somewhat close, but close nonetheless. Right? And it's also true that until a few weeks ago, they never saw each other for around twenty years. Twenty years…but that didn't mean Marron just forgot about him. She often spoke to Bulma, mainly because Marron's father and Bulma were close friends. The blue-haired genius was always working on something new, though. So all their conversations were usually one-sided. Marron often felt like she was bothering the scientist, until one day she brought it up. Bulma was surprised when she found out that Marron felt she was a bother, and quickly explained that she really does enjoy the android's daughter's company. After that day, Marron and her would work on things together. Marron helping her fix things, learning about machines along the way. She always enjoyed the days they were together, but the older woman always looked so tired…and sad. And when Marron would bring up if she were getting enough sleep, the woman would smile and nod confirming that she was fine.
The blonde smiled at the lady and collected her change and sandwich. She continued to walk to one of the outdoor tables and sat down. Marron looked around her. This was a nice place. She wished she could find an apartment soon. Every morning at the kitchen table she would be flipping through the paper looking for a decent place to live that was closer to her work. She loved the little island, but it was too far away! Letting out a breath she stared down at her lunch. The bread was lightly toasted. Inside, between the bread slices, were freshly cut tomatoes, mayonnaise, lettuce, egg, ham, and melted cheese. Almost drooling, she picked up her deliciously looking sandwich hungrily and was about to take a big bite when she felt a tap at her shoulder…
Standing beside her was a petite woman with short black hair and amazingly green eyes.
"Hello, I am so sorry to bother you, but I just moved here…and I mean really just moved here, like I left the train station about an hour ago…and I can't find my new apartment building. I was wondering if you could help me?"
Marron hesitantly put her sandwich down, promising she would eat it soon.
"Sure, I can help you."
The woman sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank you. I've been searching ever since I left the station. My name is Ara… The building is called…uhh…For—chu—uu-na Heights?"
Marron's jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide.
"OHMYGOD! You have an apartment at Fortuna Heights?!!??"
"Oh! That's what it's called," Ara seemed completely oblivious to Marron's shock. "Yeah, and I STILL have to find a roommate…ahh…the joys of moving, right?" she chuckled lightly at Marron's ever drooping jaw.
She stuttered…she couldn't believe it. To get an apartment at Fortuna Heights was close to impossible. Everyone who lived there did not want to move. And Marron said the first thing that came to her mind…
"I CAN BE YOUR ROOMMATE!!!"
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Marron never meant to be so rude…or loud. Nervously, she glanced around and wondered how she ended up standing as she sat down.
Ara stared blankly at the flushing girl and smiled brightly, "You okay?"
Marron could hardly meet her eyes. She just yelled at a complete stranger.
"I'm really sorry…"
"Don't worry it's fine, although I am a little confused now…are you looking for an apartment?"
Marron looked at her and nodded her head vigorously.
"Oh, most definitely yes. I'm sorry for just blurting that out just before. I'm looking for an apartment closer to my work." She laughed nervously, "I live really far, in the middle of nowhere, literally. I'll split the rent and everything…"
Ara's smile never let her face.
"Well, you seem nice enough, but I don't even know your name…"
Once again, Marron's eyes bulged out of her sockets.
"Oh my god! That's right! I'm sorry my name is ---WHOA!!"
Before Marron could finish her sentence she was pulled from her chair and away from the table and a startled Ara.
Screaming, Marron tried to hang on to the table, but only managed to save her sandwich in her hands.
"AHH!!!! TRUNKS!!! I'M REALLY SORRY ARA!!!!!!! MY NAME IS MARRON!!! MARRON CHESTNUT!!!"
And she was dragged off screaming by a purple-haired man…that was semi-cute.
"M-A-R-R-O-N C-H-E-S-T-N-U-T!! CALL MEEEE!!!!"
Then she was out of Ara's sight.
"But what about the directions…?"
--------------------
a/n: whooo! I'm sorry for updating so very late. I have a very bad case of writer's block, so this chapter isn't all that great either : / It was actually supposed to be longer…it was supposed to include where Trunks drags Marron to more or less…actually more…am I making sense? Anyway…ignore the spelling/grammar mistakes I might have ._.
