Okay, Somehow, this chapter turned out a bit long. Since I've been busy with a midterm this week, I used a notebook to write it...there turned out to be 16 pages for chapter 16.
As I've already informed Burned, and anyone who's been keeping up with the message board, the evil phone company wants to redo the lines. Baka...
Here's a thought...has anyone ever read A Streetcar Named Desire? I was just thinking...Trunks somehow reminds me of Stanley, which isn't such a good thing. If you've read it, you know he isn't exactly the protagonist. Then again, no one really is. Ehh well...
Stories to check out:
Let It Suno?? by Pink Rabbit.
LOVE TO HATE YOU by Burned Vamp.
The Three Wishes--DBZ Style by Blueydmnstr
Oh yeah, I haven't proofed this one, so excuse the stupid mistakes.
Chapter XVI - It's All About Revenge...
Trunks lounged back in his chair, tracing the new scar on right hand with his thumb. He had been spacey all day. When Marron had called in sick, he had told her to take as long as she needed. Then, he had given everyone who worked at Capsule Corporation, save the security guards, the day off.
'I wonder how long it will take Rayne to realize that it wasn't just a dream.'
He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, trying to catch a nap.
It didn't last long.
Epica materialized and smiled at the peaceful Saiyan. She looked around for something, and finally spotted the beloved Game Boy. She grabbed it and hurled it at him.
Elese fizzled in just in time to see it make contact with his forehead. He nearly fell out of his chair, and she found it complicated to hold in her laughter.
"What was that for?"
Epica was too busy staring at the spot above his head to reply. She clapped her hands, and pointed them there. A small, gray, fluffy cloud began to form, and before Trunks knew what was going on, he was drenched by a sudden down pour in his office. After nearly five minutes, the rain stopped.
"Are you quite done?" he asked, drumming his fingers against the desk.
"Almost." Elese snapped, and Trunks was unceremoniously zapped by lightening.
"Now, we're done."
Okay, humor me here, and try to picture this: a soggy Saiyan, with lavender hair, which resembled that of Son Goku's at the moment, merely sat back, before asking, "Mind telling me what I did to deserve this?"
Epica erupted, "Why you--!!" She was halfway to him, when Elese materialized in front of her, blocking her way.
She put her hand on Epica's shoulder. "You can't kill him."
"Why not?" her sister asked indignantly.
"You know why."
"Fine," she pouted, "I won't kill him."
"What are the two of you so mad about?"
"Last night. What you did to Ma--Rayne," Elese stated, not bothering to face him.
"Why?"
Epica pushed against Elese, and was almost able to pull away, but her sister somehow managed to hold fast. "Don't you have any idea of what you have done? Everything that happened in that dream was real, you stupid, arrogant, pompous, jerky lit--"
He waved his hand to cut her off. "Of course I knew it was real. That was the whole point in doing it."
Elese suddenly "lost" her grip, and Epica charged for him. In seconds, his computer met the floor, and was destroyed.
Pens, paper clips, staples, (and once the staples were all used up) staplers, highlighters, pencils, the printer, and lastly, the desk, and all of its remaining contents, went flying at Trunks.
"Whoops," the sisters said simultaneously, giving Trunks a dark and defiant glare.
He eyed the mess before him. "I take it you guys aren't pleased about last might's events."
He was met with absolute silence. The spirits' gaze never wavered.
"What happened in here?" a quiet voice, behind the spirits, asked.
Marron had called Trunks and told him he was too sick to work many times before...okay, technically, it had been twice, when she had had the measles, but she still shouldn't have felt so guilty about this. Ever since she had hung up the phone, she had had this unnerving desire to get to work.
It made no sense at all.
She felt absolutely miserable. The dream had take way too much out of her. Every time she dosed off, it started over again.
It was stupid, really. It was just a dream, right? So why had this feeling of impending doom taken over her senses?
That was what had kept her from work, but the more she looked around at her spotless apartment, the more she longed to be at Capsule Corp. At least there, she would have something to keep her mind off of that ridiculous nightmare. It would also give her more time to implement her plan.
This latest nightmare had to mean that Trunks still had his mind on Rayne. Therefore, she still had to get him to forget about her.
Unfortunately, CC was no longer considered the "babe barn" that it had once been. Bulma have fired all of the "unqualified floozies," and had chosen men and older women to fill the vacant positions.
Luckily, for Marron, though, there was one youthful and intelligent woman working there. Of course, she was only a mail girl, but she had the hots for Trunks, and was probably enough to get some lust out of his system. And hopefully, he would forget about Rayne, which would bring Marron much joy.
After about ten more minutes of her brain nagging her she finally rose from the couch and dressed for work.
"What happened in here?" Marron repeated.
Trunks, who was now standing, cleared his throat, "Marron, I-uhh...thought you weren't feeling very well today."
"I wasn't. I got better."
"Good to hear. Good to hear. I gather it was nothing serious?"
"Umm, no." She paused. "Where is everyone? The whole building is deserted; well, except for Stan and Charlie (a.k.a. the security guards).
"I sent them home. Thought they could use a holiday. Besides, all of the work is caught up." There was another pause. "So, what are you doing here?"
"I got restless, and thought that you might be able to use my help. What did you say happened in here?"
"I didn't. There were these two--"
Epica balled up her fist, and glared at him thoroughly.
"--flies...yes, these two flies were buzzing around and really getting on my nerves...and I--uhh kinda made a bit of a mess."
She smirked. "A bit?" 'Ah well, I wanted something to do.' She knelt to pick up a few papers.
"Is that so?"
She looked up. "Huh?"
"You said you 'wanted something to do.'"
'Did I say that aloud? Gee, I really must be losing it.' She shrugged.
"Marron?" He tilted his head to one side and looked at her.
"Oh..." Elese began.
"...Shit," Epica finished.
The glint of playfulness, which had perviously been dancing in his eyes, was replaced by cold realization. In seconds, he was in front of Marron, and pulled her roughly to her feet. He grabbed her wrist, and inspected the palm carefully, tracing the scar with his index finger. He flipped her hand around, and thrust it into her face angrily. "Explain," he demanded.
"I--I--I...what?"
He pointed to it. "How did it get there?" he yelled.
"Culinary accident," she said meekly.
He raised his right palm. "Recognize this?"
She had to stop herself from reaching out to touch it, and started trembling.
"Yes, me," he said disgustedly. "Now, explain this to me!"
"I don't know--I didn't--" She watched in horror, as the anger in his eyes became more potent. "Trunks..." She glanced behind her and noticed the open door. "I think I have to be going." Before he had a chance to react or comprehend, she was out of his office and into the elevator.
Trunks calmly watched the metal doors slide shut, before walking over to the phone, and dialing a few numbers. "Stanley, Briefs here. You and Charles do me a favor and seal up all the exits. Yes. You can have the rest of the day off. No problem. Have a good afternoon." He hung up the phone before facing the spirits. "So, are the two of you responsible for this?"
Marron jumped as the intercom crackled.
"Marron, you should know better that to run from me," Trunks announced tauntingly. "Tell me how this is possible."
"I..." Her brain must have hit the self-destruct button, because her next words sounded completely senseless. "Bura came up with this new invention, and I was the Guinea pig." Bura was going to kill her for this--that was if Trunks let her live through it.
"Bura?"
"Yes, she--I--we..."
"What kind of invention?"
"The umm...the umm disguise-o-matic." (Galliger flashbacks...)
"'Disguise-o-matic?'"
She shrugged. It was plausible. Bura wasn't big on originality, as far as names were concerned. "Yes, and she wanted to try it out, so I became Rayne."
"And you went along with this?"
"Yes, well, I was mad at you at the time." He didn't say anything, and she continued, "But, once we realized that you liked Rayne, we stopped."
"Liked?! Damnit, Marron, I asked her--you to marry me, for Kami's sake!"
"I know. I--I'm sorry, Trunks," she sad quietly. "I never meant to hurt you," He said nothing, and she grew edgy. "Trunks? Trunks, where are you?" One thought resounded in her mind, 'Oh shit.'
Then, her brain started rationalizing with her. 'Now calm down, Marron. He's probably just too dumbfounded...or angry to respond.'
Angry was not good for Marron.
'Just focus on getting out of here right now.'
Marron knew he had to be pissed. What she didn't know was just how pissed he was, or what measures he might take. Would he really try to hurt her? She had no idea.
The only thing she knew for sure was that being locked in a building--large as it may be--with a mad Saiyan was very bad for her.
All rational thinking completed, she looked around, and rushed through the nearest door.
Trunks, who was now it the security control room, watched the woman with a mixture of anger, hatred, annoyance, and...amusement?
Yes, he was amused with this situation. It was, in fact, hilariously funny. The spirits had refused to divulge any information, though he knew that they knew something.
Trunks did, however, wish that their bond had been stronger. He desperately wanted to know what was going through Marron's head. Had she and his sister actually expected him to just take this all lying down? Did they think that he would just tell him how silly they had acted and have a laugh over the whole thing?
Well, if they had, they were severely mistaken. He was, after all, Trunks Vegeta Briefs. 50% of the blood coursing through his veins was Saiyan.
He wanted Rayne. He wanted peace of mind. He wanted to get rid of all those damned emotions.
Trunks wanted revenge...and he was determined to have it; no matter the cost.
"Ready or not, here I come."
Trunks's announcement, made only minutes earlier, played in Marron's head once again. He had sounded almost jubilant, like a little kid...or Vegeta, right before he destroyed a couple of planets. What was he up to?
Another question arose in her mind, originating from nowhere, 'Why was he wet?' This must have been the weirdest day of her life. Not even her time with the spirits had compared to it. She wondered if they were somehow responsible for this latest peril, which she had managed to get herself into. 'What I wouldn't give to have the two of them here now.' She sighed. 'I know they were with me last night.'
"Finally,' she said aloud, spotting the much-desired exit ahead. She quickened her pace, when she heard a sound behind her. She broke out into a run, and hit the door with all her might, turning the knob as she pushed fervently.
It didn't budge.
"Oh shit."
"What's that, Marron? You don't want to be locked in here with me?" his voice boomed over the intercom.
"Trunks, you're mad--"
"Mad?" He laughed insanely, then asked drily, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Please, just let me go home."
"But Marron, I thought we were going to play."
"P--play?"
"Yes."
"What are we playing?"
"Hide and seek."
"'Hide and seek?'" What he serious?
"You hide and I'll hun--I mean seek."
She giggled nervously. "That's--umm, probably not such a great idea."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I'm really...bad at that game."
"All the better for me." His words held a definite tone.
'Oh shit!' (Is it just me, or is that becoming the common phrase for this chapter?) She had to get to a place without security cameras, and fast. There were only three rooms on that floor without security cameras.
She ran into the closest one, and locked the door behind her.
Sometimes, when we are in danger, we tend to forget certain imperative details.
For Marron Chestnut, this minute (as in minuscule), yet ever so pertinent detail happened to be that her aggressor had, not only awesome strength and power, but also the ability to sense ki.
And, using those extraordinary senses, he located her in the women's restroom easily.
He heard every sharp intake of breath, when he unlocked the door, and he heard her cease all breathing, when he walked into the room. Certainly, the question on her mind had to be--
'How did he find me so quickly?' She shrugged and held her breath, then nearly jumped for joy, when the footsteps faded out of the room.
(Look ^^^^ It's my shortest section ever!)
Trunks looked at all seven of the locked stalls.
He had been right. She did want to play.
He knew that she was in the fourth one, but thought, 'Hey, I might as well have some fun with this.' He returned to the door, and lifted into the air. He had to mentally stop himself from chuckling out loud.
He flew to the first door, and put his hand in front of the lock, then released a tiny ball of energy, which melted the metal. He then proceeded to fry the other six locks.
Marron watched in amazement, as the cold, solid, metal lock liquefied momentarily, before rehardening.
She jumped from the toilet, which she had been standing on, and started struggling with it.
It didn't take her long to realize that it was warped beyond repair.
"Looks like I have you right where I want you, ne?" Trunks asked, taunting her once again.
YUE'S LOVER - Why thaaaaannnkkk yooouuu! And thanks for your ideas! I have plans for them...Was this mind blowing??
Burned Vamp - NO, Gohan. Remember HANDS CLEAN?? Burned was the crafty writer of that.
Gohan: Hmm, you are right.
Shadow: BUT, if you still wanna hurt Trunks, no skin off my back. :o)
Trunks: *looking Dende-ward* Why me??
Legolas Luver - No, you can't respell your name...it's against the law...or something. Were you having a sugar rush or something?? Say it SLOWLY...Sugar...not...your...friend...Shit juice, ne?? :oÞ In the words of...myself, bite me. Anyway, thanks, as always for the comments, sorry it took so long, keep coming back for more!
Heather - You know, my sister's name is Heather. That's kinda cool. Anyway, this one got pretty long too, so maybe it can tide you over?? Thanks!
Blueydmnstr - HAHA! You'll just have to go back and search for it. And if you find it, I'll give you...ummm...a night with Majin Vegeta and Turles! What, you guys don't want me to draw this out for 30 years?? I can see myself now, a seasoned 50 - yr old, torn between knitting and putting up chapter 213...
Oh, and thanks for the congrats! I can't believe it's received so much positive feedback! I never expected it to go this far. Hey, did I ever tell you guys that this was originally going to be a Bura/Goten fic?? Then, I decided to change it, and everything sort of fell into place.
kristen - big welcomes to the newbie!!!! more chapters to come soon.
sam - finally getting more exciting??...ehh well, thanks!!!!
mary - thank you!!!!
SSJ Tokya - Here ya go!!!! *shooves Clone no Mirai towards you* ENJOY!!!! The night before I lost my phone, I started reading once of your fics...i never got a chance to finish it, but i'll try soon! Oh, and Kisha, SSJ asked first, but play your cards right, and I might just clone another Mirai... Thanks, you guys!
Coolfighter18 - Trunks only hurt her in that dream...her other nightmares were caused because he was feeling pain, and she was cursed to feel it 3 times worse (check 13 for the explaination)...if that didn't help, let me know.
sponge_bob_square_pants - I love it when people say they like my work. I adore it when they say they love it! :o)
Lily - Who knows?? Let's just say her torture isn't over yet...
Marron04 - THANK YOU!!!! I saw Burned recommended one of your stories...I'll check out your stuff asap! :o)
leona - ahh, the-hearted, using your name, I see. Partially bonded. Yes, as you probably noticed in this chapter, you were, indeed close. Good work, detective!