That's right, I finally had the time to do another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy.
Oh, by the way, I thought I'd make it easier on you. The sentences in italics mean they're communication through the bond, like you couldn't figure it out. Hey, I am nice...sometimes.
Chapter XXI - Who're You Calling an Amorph?
Marron lie back in her bed, and sighed. Trunks was in the very next room, and she couldn't seem to get her mind off of him.
"Why did he have to do this? It's just...insane." She eyed the cell phone in her hand. Indeed, Trunks had even remembered it. Damn him. "Why is he going to all this trouble?"
Because, I don't want us to be interrupted, he answered her in her mind.
Damnit, Trunks! I told you to stop doing that.
He didn't reply, so she snuggled deeper into the warmth of her blankets. She glanced up at the clock. 12:37 a.m.
She glared at the red numbers, and closed her eyes.
After a bit, she flipped to the other side.
Nearly an hour later, she opened her tired eyes, and found the clock once more.
"WHAT!!? It's only been seven minutes?"
Trunks's chuckle resonated through her mind. Face it, Marron. You can't sleep without me, when I'm so close. Our bond is getting stronger.
"No, it isn't!" she yelled into the darkness of her quiet room.
Suit yourself, Marron, but don't blame me, when you have to get up in the morning, without a night of rest.
She growled, before tossing the covers aside, and stomping into his bedroom. As she took in his appearance, she knew that this was most definitely a mistake. He was on the bed, in what she assumed to be complete nudity, and the only thing that kept her from being able to confirm her suspicions was the sheet, that was haphazardly covering the areas below his waist. Well, you at least have some decency left.
His smile was slow, and knowing. "Well, it took you long enough."
She rolled her eyes. "Trunks, I came in here to tell you to leave me alone. I'm tired. I just want some sleep, and I don't need you interfering with it."
"That's not the only reason, is it."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Admit it, Marron, you want me. You want to be near me."
She nearly screamed. 'Damn him! There isn't a woman in the world who wouldn't be slightly turned on by him, and he knows it!' Outwardly, she glared. "Trunks, get out of here, so I can sleep."
"So now you're admitting that the bond is depriving you of your rest?"
"No, you are. Why won't you just go away?"
"Why won't you just come over here, so we can both sleep?" He indicated the place beside him on the bed.
'Because getting close to him is a bad idea.'
"It is?"
"Stop listening to my thoughts!"
His grin widened.
"Oh, that's it!" she huffed. She walked slowly to his bathroom, and shut the door behind her.
He eyed it curiously, listening to the sound of the shower running. "Wow, that wasn't too hard." He was about to go join her, when the water suddenly cut off, and she returned into the room. "That was quick--" He wasn't prepared for the huge bucket of cold water that was poured over him.
She smirked. "Assho--" She wasn't prepared for him to pull her into the bed.
He flipped her onto her back, and planted an elbow on beside each of her shoulders. "Well, this seems hauntingly familiar." He slowly descended toward his prey.
"Yeah. Maybe this time, it won't be so quick."
He pulled back. "Sure know how to spoil to mood, don't you."
"Must be my forte."
"Sleep here tonight, Marron. I promise to be the perfect gentleman."
"Perfect gentlemen don't pull women into their beds."
"Marron, I just want to be close to you. We don't have to do anything else."
This was a bad idea,and she knew is, but there was something...compelling her... "You'll let me sleep?"
"Absolutely. I promise."
"Fine." She pulled herself from beneath him, and curled to the side, into the blankets.
He laughed, before turning to his side, and pulling her against him.
"Trunks..." she protested.
"I just want to hold you."
'Oh yeah,' she thought, 'This is one Hell of a bad idea. I've got to get rid of this bond...before it makes me do something I'll regret. Correction. Before it makes me do something else I'll regret.'
Marron awoke to the smell of...
"Sausage?" (That's right, sausage. I hate the smell of bacon.) She rubbed the sand from her eyes, and looked around the room. 'Black,' was her only thought. It was all black, even the sheets that she was wrapped in donned the color. (Of course black's not technically a color, but who cares??)'Why is my room black?'
"Good morning, Sunshine!" Trunks sauntered in, carrying a tray, laden with food. "Who's up for breakfast?"
Her memory returned instantly, and she groaned.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing. There's just a half-dressed Saiyan (Did I forget to mention his lack of upper clothing?? Silly Me.) in my apartment, cooking Dende-knows-what, and he's in a far too chipper mood."
"What is he cooking, Dende-sama?"
"Mr.. Popo, even I'm not sure what that is."
Marron glared, and shoveled some of the omelet, or at least what she hoped to be an omelet, into her mouth. 'There has to be a way to get him to go to work. If he doesn't leave, then I'll never figure out how to clean up this whole mess.'
He wiped some cheese from the corner of her mouth. "I love you," he whispered, moving closer.
He had given her the perfect bait. "But I still don't love you, Trunks." She rose from the bed.
He remained there, and looked up at her. "Are you telling me that, even as Rayne, you never felt anything for me?"
"I...yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." She wasn't really lying.
He sat in silence for a while. "Was it really such a horrible way to fall in love?" He seemed to ask the question more to himself.
"Maybe not, but you didn't fall in love with me. You fell for her."
"You are her."
"No, I'm not, Trunks. We're two totally different people. Why is it so hard for you to understand that?"
"And why can't you just give in? Try it. I know you can grow to love me."
"Trunks, I will not compromise my life. The bond is making you think you love me. It isn't real."
"The whole reason I bonded you in the first place was because of my love."
"The whole reason you bonded me was because you were selfish! You couldn't do it like a real man and go after her or something."
"She doesn't even exist. She is you. I want you, Marron. Just you," he said softly.
It was taking all of her will power to hold back the tears. "Why have things changed Trunks? Why can't they just go back to the way they used to be? Remember? When we were just friends?" 'I loved you, and you ignored me. Everything was great.'
He thought about it for a second. "The last few months haven't been so wonderful, have they?"
"No, things seemed to fall apart." 'Just as I was getting my life together.'
He stood, and took her hand. "Why can't we rebuild them together?"
"Because, Trunks. I don't want a future with you. Not like this."
He dropped the hand, and searched her depths. "Then what do you want?"
"I want to make my own future, and I don't want to be forced into anything by a bond." She paused. "And I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have."
"How can you say you don't want to hurt me, after just telling me that you don't want a future with me?"
"Trunks, I don't want you out of my life, but I know that we don't belong together."
"How do you know? We've never tried."
"Trunks, I just think I would feel something."
"You haven't given yourself a chance to feel anything." He moved closer, and put a hand at the back of her waist.
"Trunks, don't--"
"One chance, Marron. That's all I'm asking for." He pulled her against him, then his lips were on hers, pleading his case, and proving to be everything that she had longed for all of those years. He pulled away slightly, and took in her dazed expression. "How was that?" he smirked.
She brought her eyes to his slowly. Her mouth trembled, as she opened it, in order to give her reply.
And then, her ears were assaulted by a piercing alarm.
Trunks pulled his beeper from the waistband of his trousers. He groaned. "There's an emergency at Capsule Corp. I have to go."
"Alright. I'll see you tonight."
He brightened instantly, before kissing her cheek, and heading out the door.
Marron fell back onto the bed, and rested her eyes momentarily, before snapping them back open, and saying to the empty room, "Time to go bond-breaking."
Marron pushed the large, metal door open, automatically turning off the gravity, and sending Vegeta into the ceiling. "I see Bulma made more improvements."
"Hmph, for your safety, Onna. Now, do you want something, or are you simply (irresistible) here to bother me all day?"
She glared at him, before stating, "Partial bond." (Bond. Partial Bond.)
"What about it?"
"I need to know exactly what is...and, how to dissolve one."
"And what makes you think I would tell you any of this?"
"Because, your son marked me." She held up her palm for his inspection. "And, unless you want your precious pride to be blemished, you're going to help me get rid of it."
He grabbed a towel and a bottle of water, before walking by her, and saying, "Library. Now."
"Sit," he ordered, watching her drop into the chair across the table.
Marron had expected to find Bulma or someone in the house, but they proved to be nowhere, in sight, at least.
"Speak up. I haven't all day."
"You sure act like it."
"Want my help or not?"
"I do." They were quiet, and he finally motioned for her to go on. "He did it during a dream. Somehow, he was able to get into it. He cut my hand with a dagger, did the same to his own, and pressed them together."
"The mixing of the blood."
"Call it what you want. Trunks said it was a semi-bond. And now, he's able to read me thoughts, and communicate with me, in my mind."
"Why would he bond with you?"
"I guess he wanted to be in Rayne's dream, and thought I was her."
"Feasible."
"Yes." She paused. "So, how do I break the bond?"
"First things first. Have you and he had sex?"
She must have turned at least five different shades of crimson. "No, not that it's any of your business."
"There's where you're wrong, Onna. If you do have sex with him, the urge to complete the bond will be so strong, that he won't be able to stop himself, and there's no way to break a completed bond."
She sighed. "But there is a way to break the partial bond, right?"
"Hai. But it's rather complicated."
"I'm listening."
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