1 Well, today is my birthday and so for all of my friends and readers I
have decided that I was going to stay up all night long last and type up 3
chapters just for you. The only reason it took all night is cuz the pc kept
restarting. Sorry I haven't been updating more and reviewing but my pc is
just being a butt. I hope to catch up asap. Thanks.
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3 Chapter 14: Left Behind
When Marron awoke, she knew that today was the day. The feeling was in the air, and in her blood. Kinda like the feeling when she got when she would step outside and know it is going to rain, although it hadn't rained there for 5 weeks. When she walked into the kitchen Bulma smiled at her.
"How'd you sleep?"
Marron shrugged.
As Trunks walked in, his and Marron's eyes met for a brief moment.
"And how did you sleep?"
She received a shrug as a response from her son too.
She sighed. "Today?" she questioned, her voice full of dread.
Both of them nodded silently. They hadn't talked about it since the day the guesthouse caught fire.
"Well, eat up. There is plenty here for both of you. You will need all the energy you can get."
Marron smiled as she sat down. She had to give it to Bulma, her son and 'daughter' were about to go out and fight for the world and all she was doing was what any good coach would do before the big game: cheer, encourage and pray for the best.
She looked over at her boyfriend who had hardly touched his food, even though this was his favorite breakfast. "Come on, we need to eat. It's not the end of the world, not yet anyways."
He looked up at her, eyes full of desperation. Then his eyebrows furrowed. "Your not going."
"To hell I'm not! You know there is no way you can take them on alone!"
"I don't want you hurt. You will stay here with mom"
"You can't stop me from going! I've trained for this moment. I won't let you fight alone!"
Trunks stood up and slammed his hands down on the table. "Damn-it Marron, I am not going to let you step one foot on that battle ground!"
"Fine, have it your way. I'll stay home and worry to death about you. Hopefully your mom will be able to find a good hiding spot because I'll be on a rampage." Marron said as she stormed off.
Trunks looked down at his mother.
"Don't look at me. I can't do anything to help you now but pray. For you, her and myself." Bulma told her son as she stood up and walked toward the lab.
Trunks sighed and slide back into his seat. He wasn't very hungry anymore but he knew that I would take much more energy then he had to find Marron to tell her he was sorry.
*****
"Marron, could you come help me for a moment?" Bulma called up the stairs.
Arms crossed and fire still in her eyes, Marron marched past Trunks without so much as bating an eye at him and into the lab, slamming the door behind her.
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
Bulma silently pushed a notepad towards her. "I was wondering if you would please tell me what your notes on the pod say. I couldn't read your scribble."
The blonde looked down at the notepad. They had already built their own version and there was no problem with the blueprints. Try on the armor. Marron looked up at the scientist and smiled. Grabbing the armor, she ran behind a large piece of equipment.
"Of course. Let me see what I wrote here. Well this says that these canisters here actually go on the left side of the craft, not the right. When I was sketching I got a little carried away and jumbled everything together." There was a short pause. "This says that the little box over here is the battery recharger because I could figure out how to draw it and make it look like the actual thing. And this says that if you have made the inner cover the right size, the inner and outer would fit perfectly together."
"Well, I could have figured that out." Bulma laughed, as the blonde came back around armor in her hands.
"And lets see. Oh I forgot the arrow. Here, let me draw it in." Marron grabbed a near by pencil. Perfect fit. Thanks.
"Ah, that makes it all clear. Thanks for helping me out."
Marron walked over to the door and threw it open and watched as Trunks stumbled in.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS!!! Were you eavesdropping?" Bulma screeched.
Trunks stood up and lightly brushed himself off. "No—"
Bulma glared at him.
He dropped his head in defeat. "Yes ma'am. It was just because I didn't want you to convince her that she needed to go with me." He stated trying to rectify himself.
"Don't worry. I won't go with you. I'll stay behind."
He smiled at her. "Good. Please don't be mad. I am only looking out for your best interest."
"Then let me go."
"No. I can't."
"Fine fine, what ever. You better get a move on before the sun gets up too high. You wanna have most of the day to fight you know."
Again, he smiled at her. "Thank you." He kissed her then strapped his sword across his back. Quickly he hugged his mom then ran out the door.
As he became nothing more than a small dot in the sky, Marron put on the body armor. It looked just like what she had seen Vegeta once wear, only with a feminine twist.
Bulma smiled as the blonde walked into then main area of the lab. "I did do a pretty damn good job on it didn't I?"
"Yes, yes you did." Marron laughed. "Now before I go, I have to call home one last time." She ran up to her room and dialed in the numbers. Anxiously she waited as the machine kept ringing. *Oh someone, anyone just pick up.*
After a few seconds of fuzz, a face began to show through. "What do you want brat?"
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3 Chapter 14: Left Behind
When Marron awoke, she knew that today was the day. The feeling was in the air, and in her blood. Kinda like the feeling when she got when she would step outside and know it is going to rain, although it hadn't rained there for 5 weeks. When she walked into the kitchen Bulma smiled at her.
"How'd you sleep?"
Marron shrugged.
As Trunks walked in, his and Marron's eyes met for a brief moment.
"And how did you sleep?"
She received a shrug as a response from her son too.
She sighed. "Today?" she questioned, her voice full of dread.
Both of them nodded silently. They hadn't talked about it since the day the guesthouse caught fire.
"Well, eat up. There is plenty here for both of you. You will need all the energy you can get."
Marron smiled as she sat down. She had to give it to Bulma, her son and 'daughter' were about to go out and fight for the world and all she was doing was what any good coach would do before the big game: cheer, encourage and pray for the best.
She looked over at her boyfriend who had hardly touched his food, even though this was his favorite breakfast. "Come on, we need to eat. It's not the end of the world, not yet anyways."
He looked up at her, eyes full of desperation. Then his eyebrows furrowed. "Your not going."
"To hell I'm not! You know there is no way you can take them on alone!"
"I don't want you hurt. You will stay here with mom"
"You can't stop me from going! I've trained for this moment. I won't let you fight alone!"
Trunks stood up and slammed his hands down on the table. "Damn-it Marron, I am not going to let you step one foot on that battle ground!"
"Fine, have it your way. I'll stay home and worry to death about you. Hopefully your mom will be able to find a good hiding spot because I'll be on a rampage." Marron said as she stormed off.
Trunks looked down at his mother.
"Don't look at me. I can't do anything to help you now but pray. For you, her and myself." Bulma told her son as she stood up and walked toward the lab.
Trunks sighed and slide back into his seat. He wasn't very hungry anymore but he knew that I would take much more energy then he had to find Marron to tell her he was sorry.
*****
"Marron, could you come help me for a moment?" Bulma called up the stairs.
Arms crossed and fire still in her eyes, Marron marched past Trunks without so much as bating an eye at him and into the lab, slamming the door behind her.
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
Bulma silently pushed a notepad towards her. "I was wondering if you would please tell me what your notes on the pod say. I couldn't read your scribble."
The blonde looked down at the notepad. They had already built their own version and there was no problem with the blueprints. Try on the armor. Marron looked up at the scientist and smiled. Grabbing the armor, she ran behind a large piece of equipment.
"Of course. Let me see what I wrote here. Well this says that these canisters here actually go on the left side of the craft, not the right. When I was sketching I got a little carried away and jumbled everything together." There was a short pause. "This says that the little box over here is the battery recharger because I could figure out how to draw it and make it look like the actual thing. And this says that if you have made the inner cover the right size, the inner and outer would fit perfectly together."
"Well, I could have figured that out." Bulma laughed, as the blonde came back around armor in her hands.
"And lets see. Oh I forgot the arrow. Here, let me draw it in." Marron grabbed a near by pencil. Perfect fit. Thanks.
"Ah, that makes it all clear. Thanks for helping me out."
Marron walked over to the door and threw it open and watched as Trunks stumbled in.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS!!! Were you eavesdropping?" Bulma screeched.
Trunks stood up and lightly brushed himself off. "No—"
Bulma glared at him.
He dropped his head in defeat. "Yes ma'am. It was just because I didn't want you to convince her that she needed to go with me." He stated trying to rectify himself.
"Don't worry. I won't go with you. I'll stay behind."
He smiled at her. "Good. Please don't be mad. I am only looking out for your best interest."
"Then let me go."
"No. I can't."
"Fine fine, what ever. You better get a move on before the sun gets up too high. You wanna have most of the day to fight you know."
Again, he smiled at her. "Thank you." He kissed her then strapped his sword across his back. Quickly he hugged his mom then ran out the door.
As he became nothing more than a small dot in the sky, Marron put on the body armor. It looked just like what she had seen Vegeta once wear, only with a feminine twist.
Bulma smiled as the blonde walked into then main area of the lab. "I did do a pretty damn good job on it didn't I?"
"Yes, yes you did." Marron laughed. "Now before I go, I have to call home one last time." She ran up to her room and dialed in the numbers. Anxiously she waited as the machine kept ringing. *Oh someone, anyone just pick up.*
After a few seconds of fuzz, a face began to show through. "What do you want brat?"