When The Stars Come Out- Chapter Three: Revenge is Sweet

Something caught Trunks' eye Sunday night as he patted through the kitchen to get something to eat. He bent to pick it up, only to realize it was a tube of lip gloss. Probably Bra's, he thought, inspecting it more thoroughly. Then he noticed it.

The color. It was a sort of pinkish-purple, and very shiny. Too shiny for Bra to wear. And that color had been on another pair of lips. Lips Trunks knew all too well.

It was Marron's. She most likely dropped it when she stormed out of the house earlier. And now it was up to Trunks to give it back to her.

Great. It's gonna suck, bad, when I have to go over and try to make pleasant conversation with this girl. But then an idea struck him. Revenge is sweet, Miss Chestnut.

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The door bell to Kame House rang around ten, and Marron looked up from her magazine and strawberry yogurt and sighed. Her parents had gone on an overnight retreat, leaving her with an empty house. Also leaving her to get up and open the door.

As she pulled open the red door in annoyance, she figured it was either Bra or Pan, wanting to gossip about boys or clothes or what Goten was wearing to sparring with his brother. But what she found on the other side of the door was far from gossip. Hell, it was far from anything she even thought of.

A tall figure stood in front of her, leaving her completely speechless. Her eyes trailed up to his dripping lavender hair to his stunning blue eyes, which were filled with no detectable emotion. A small smirk lit up his face, and her eyes moved down to his bare chest, which water also dripped off of, and down farther to his damp swimming shorts, that showed off his muscular tan legs.

"Uh, Trunks, I-- err, uh," Marron stuttered. Then she cleared her throat and glared. "What are you doing here?"

He pulled something out of his pocket. "I found your lip gloss. Figured you might need it."

She snatched it out of his hands. "What did you do, swim here? And if you think parading here with all your muscles bulged and your abs showing is going to make me fall at your feet, then you're very wrong. Because if you want me back Trunks Briefs, it's going to take a lot more than your damn chest to get me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have plans to attend to," she cleared her throat and started to close the door when Trunks put his hand out and stopped her.

"I do not want you back, Marron. I just came to give you your lip gloss back. And if you're having a hard time understanding this, I'm sorry. I'm leaving," he said softly.

Marron could only stare at him as he looked down at her. He was apologizing. But she saw through that bullshit. "I don't care if you want me back or not. I want you out of my house, right now. Ands don't come back. I don't want to see you. Leave!" she yelled.

"Fine. I'm leaving." He turned and flew off.

Good. He's gone. But why do I feel so awful?

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"Yeah, I'm telling you G, she totally wants me back. She just can't admit it," Trunks said over a plateful of roast beef sandwiches Monday afternoon. "I mean, why else would she come over with her chest hanging out?"

Goten sighed. "You know Trunks, I think you want her back. I've been here for two hours, and you haven't talked about anything other than Marron. Come on, why did you break up with her in the first place?" he asked.

"What the hell? Why do you think I would want that bitch? Get real," Trunks snorted before biting into another sandwich.

The front door opened, and Marron stepped in the house, pulling a pair of sunglasses off her face. "Hey boys. Is Bra ready? We're going shopping," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Goten looked over at Trunks and raised an eyebrow. Trunks shrugged.

Bra ran down the stairs and smiled. "Hey Marron. Bye guys. Trunks, tell Mom I'll be home later," she said as she started out the door.

Marron smiled and waved as she pulled the door shut behind her.

Goten and Trunks just stared. "Weird," was all Goten could muster.

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Bra picked a blue tank top off a clothes rack and examined it. "Hey Mar, what's the deal with you and my brother? Are you getting back together?" she asked.

Marron laughed. "I don't think so B. Trunks is a great person, but we're just not… compatible. It'd be to hard to go out again."

"But you two we're so cute! How could you just throw that away? I know you still like him, even if he calls you the boob goddess. And plus, you're all he ever talks about. You have to at least try to get back together with him!" Bra exclaimed.

Marron held a pair of jeans to her hips. "Bra, I did not take you shopping so you could tell me to get back together with Trunks. It's not going to happen. Can we please change the subject?"

"Yeah, I guess," Bra sighed. "Now, what do you think about Goten?"

"Bra!" Marron cried in surprise.

Bra giggled. "Well, he is the available option."

Marron shook her head and laughed. "I can't date Goten! He's Trunks' best friend. You don't do that. And plus, Trunks is cuter."

"I knew it!" Bra exclaimed. "You're in love with my brother!"

Marron rolled her eyes. Whatever Bra, but you'll see it soon.

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Bulma stepped through the empty house and sighed. Everyone was gone. Vegeta was training over at Goku's, Trunks was out, most likely with Goten, and gods only knew where Bra was. As she put the grocery bags on the kitchen table, she found a small note scribbled in Trunks' handwriting.

Mom-

Went out with Goten, will be back later, but before dinner. Bra went shopping with Marron, who knows when she'll be back.

-Trunks

Yeah, just what she figured. Out and about. Hmmm. Obviously, Marron came over to pick up Bra. And Trunks must've been here. I'll hear all about the fireworks later, she thought wryly.

Short, I know! So sorry! But it's been hectic. I'll get to work on chapter four for you, k? Review!