When The Stars Come Out: Chapter Two- Eat Your Heart Out

Marron woke on Sunday morning with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something was wrong; very wrong. Whenever she through of Trunks, she imagined one of those big red circles with a slash through it.

She really, really hoped he didn't call her. Trunks was probably the last person in the world she wanted to talk to at the moment. Maybe Goten wanted to hang out…

The phone rang, and Marron rolled out of bed and searched around on her messy desk for it. She finally found it under a notebook and quickly answered it.

"Kame House."

"Marron? It's Trunks. Um, I think we need to talk," came his deep, but somewhat nervous voice.

Marron squeezed her eyes shut and stuck her tongue out. "We do? What about?" she asked, putting on her best dumb blonde voice. "Is something wrong Trunks?"

Trunks exhaled loudly. "I know things have been going great between us lately, but I think I need some space. Do you understand? I mean, it's not you, it's me. But I hope we can still be friends."

How cliché. 'I'm dumping you, but let's still be bestest friends.' "Yeah, I understand. Okay, well if that's it, I have to run. I have a lot of stuff to do today and--"

"That's it?" he cut in. "I just dumped you, and all you can say is you have a lot of stuff to do? Isn't this the part where you burst into tears and hang up the phone?"

"Uh, Trunks? That may be the case with your other bimbos, but not with me. I'm not going to mope around the house for days and get fat on chocolate ice cream because we broke up. In fact, I was going to dump you today anyway. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go shower so I can get busy. I don't have time to sit on the phone with you all day," she said coldly.

"Fine!" he yelled.

"Fine!" she yelled back.

And on two opposite sides of the city, two phones slammed down simultaneously and two young humans stomped off as loud as they could.

~

Emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, Marron ran through the empty house in her bathrobe, wet hair dripping, leaving a trail of water wherever she went. She made her way into her parent's room, and after a few moments of searching through the closet, she found her prize.

It was a red tank top, very skimpy and very tight, something her mom only wore for an hour before deciding it was too slutty for her. But slutty was the look Marron was going for.

By the time she grabbed her car keys and stepped into the sunlight, she had pulled off the perfect look for the perfect revenge. A pair of faded, skin-tight jeans showed off her slim hips perfectly, and her tan stomach was exposed but the clingy tank top, which showed just the right amount of cleavage to knock Trunks' socks off. Her hair was swept up into a French twist, with just a few strands hanging in her face, but she had to keep wiping them away from her mouth; they were sticking to her glossy lips. And to top the entire ensemble, a pair of Gucci sandals, which gave her an extra three inches. Now she could be eye-level with him.

It was the perfect idea. When he saw her… he would totally flip. Now, Marron didn't want him back, of course, but it was good to show him just exactly what he gave up. And going to visit Bra was the perfect alibi. He couldn't suspect she was going to see him, that would be stupid. Now she just had to let that jerk see that. Trunks Briefs, be prepared to eat your heart out.

~

Trunks heard voices as he strode down the stairs to the kitchen. There was his sister's voice, his mother's voice, and one he didn't recognize. It was sultry, and low. But he knew there was part of it he knew very well.

As he turned the corner, he opened his mouth and started speaking: "Mom, do you know what--" His entire body froze, and he just stood there with his jaw practically on the floor. Standing next to his mother, leaning against the counter, was Marron. Her clothes--if you could even call them that-- showed off every curve in her body. And that shirt. It didn't leave much to the imagination.

Holy shit. What the hell does she think she's doing? But she does look hot. Too hot. "What are you doing here?" Trunks asked coldly.

She smirked. "Just visiting Bra. Is there a problem with that?"

Bulma looked from Trunks to Marron, from Marron to Trunks. "What's going on here? Did you guys break up or something?"

"Yep," Marron said. "We broke up. I just figured I'd come and visit Bra. I haven't seen her in so long."

Trunks snorted. "In that outfit? I think not, Miss Innocent. You want me back. How did I know you'd do something like this? It's so typical!"

"I want you back? Yeah, right. You, Trunks Briefs, are the very last guy in this universe that I want! And typical?" Marron yelled. "If I wanted you back, which I don't, I wouldn't parade around here flaunting my boobs! I actually know how to get a guy!"

Bulma slipped out of the kitchen quietly. Bra followed.

"That's the only know you way how to get a guy!" Trunks roared. "You have to run around flashing people to get dates. You're like a freakin' boob goddess."

Marron's eyes flashed with anger. "You know what, bastard? I don't need this shit from you. I'm out of here." She grabbed her keys of the table and slammed the kitchen door behind her.

~

Boob goddess? Does that what he seriously thinks I am? A boob goddess? Well that's a new one. God, he such a jerk. But by the way he was staring at me when he first walked in, I think I won that battle. And Marron smiled triumphantly at her victory. Then she decided she deserved some ice cream. Chocolate. Definitely chocolate.

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