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Hello kids!! How have you been??
Well, here's the next chapter!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z and I'm not getting any money for writing this.
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You know you love me
Chapter thirteen- Feelings left unknown
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In the Briefs' household...
Trunks sat down at his desk, unable to think about anything else apart from the girl that he had so cruelly rejected.
He remained seated for quite a while until the door blasted open.
"TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks shielded his face, clueless to what was going to happen.
"OI! YOU!"
He looked up to see his sister towering over him. To be honest, he was quite terrified of her right at that moment.
Bra has her way of doing things even though she was still a child. Trunks sat up and avoided meeting her glare.
"What is it, Bra?" he asked, still not looking at her.
"I think you know."
"Well..."
"Does the name Marron ring any bells?"
"What are you...?" Trunks turned to face his fuming sister.
"She told me about how you spat at her!"
"..........."
"What is wrong with you, Trunks?"
"I... I don't know."
"You've changed alot recently, and I'm not just talking about this."
"Well what?"
"It's that Joe isn't it? He's been influencing you. I've always said that he was dodgy."
"Leave him out of this, he's got his own problems."
"Like those rumours when he tried to attack Marron? You know what? You're the only one that knows that they're true. That's cos you helped her, remember?"
"I can't just not be friends with him, he's got no-one else."
"He doesn't deserve friends. He's a bully, and it's about time you stopped hanging around with him for good. The only reason that he thinks he owns the school is because he knows that you're strong."
"Bra, as much as I hate to admit that I was wrong, thanks for the talk."
"You know I'm always right." Bra smiled at her confused brother.
"So how's Marron?" asked Trunks, smiling as he thought about the girl of his dreams.
"She's devastated. You'd better talk to her, properly."
"I find it so hard, though. I always get nervous and then I end up saying or doing something that I would regret. Like the other day."
"She's had a big impact on you, hasn't she?" Bra remarked, knowingly.
"Exactly. Ever since I saw her in Year Nine, I've been totally infatuated with her. The way that she walked in with Goten. I was so lucky to know that Goten knew her... the fact that she was in another year didn't help. Otherwise, I think approaching her would have been much easier..."
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The Next day...
"Hi, I'm here for Marron." the young man said.
"Are you her boyfriend?" Juuhachi asked suspiciously.
"Um... no."
"MARRON HONEY!"
"Hi mother! Oh, hi Brad!" Marron smiled, but also raising an eyebrow, meaning to ask why he was there.
Brad picked up on that quickly and smiled back.
"Well, I just wanted to walk you to school, if that's okay."
Marron looked into his eyes and felt that he was sincere.
"Oh, come in, I won't be a minute."
"Oh, that's okay. I'll wait here until you're ready."
"Thank you."
Juuhachi took her daughter inside to get her stuff ready.
"Hey Marron. Is he a new love interest?"
"Well, not really, I'm just taking it slow with him right now."
"He looks like a decent fellow. Just try not to get your heart broken, dear."
Marron halted to think about what her mother had just said. Was she implying that it was obvious that Marron had been heartbroken?
"Mum, what are you saying?"
"Honey, I think Brad has waited long enough."
Marron was slightly confused to why her mother had said those words. She tried to shrug it off, and therefore, she forgot about it in less than a second, being the careless person that she was.
Marron stepped outside to an eager, still waiting Brad. Whether if it was her trying to get over Trunks or something else, she didn't know what possessed her to hook her arm under the handsome young man. Although, an ounce of her regretted what she did.
And at what perfect timing.
There they were- Marron and Brad- arm in arm, turning the corner...
...To come face to face with Trunks, with blooming red roses in his clutch, waiting to be given to a certain blonde.
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AN- What would YOU do about that? Eh?