Alternate Universe, Marron's Journey
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt
"How much longer are you going to have to keep this up?"
"I don't know." Marron put a towel over her head and began to dry off her hair. "It's not that bad anymore and today she had me beating on this huge boulder as well."
Vegetto pulled the towel up over her face a little. "Look, your nose is all red."
"I have a cold. It's no big deal."
"I know Miyu means well but I don't think she's paying attention to your other needs."
"What other needs?"
"Well. . ." He poked the tip of her nose gently, "Your health. . .Fun. . .Time to yourself and with those that you love. . .and I suppose contact."
Marron pulled the towel off her head and let it drape over her shoulders. "Contact?"
"Yeah, you know. . ." Vegetto took her hand into his and rubbed it lightly. "Touch."
"Is that a need?"
"Sure it is." He let go of her and smiled, "And there's also rest, can't forget that."
"I know what you're getting at. . .I'm not tired."
Vegetto lifted her up by the waist and set her down on her bed then carefully took her shoes off and set them down.
"What are you doing?"
He took the towel off of her and set it on the ground next to her shoes. "You're going to rest whether you like it or not."
"Vegetto. . ."
He got up on the bed and pulled her to the top then draped the blankets over her.
"I'm just going to get back up."
Vegetto looked down at her. "Not if I don't let you." He laid down next to her.
"Hey, that's not fair."
"Go to sleep and I'll leave."
". . ."
Vegetto put his arm over her and used his other hand to push some wet hair away from her face. "Close your eyes and relax. . ."
Marron sighed and slowly closed her eyes. "This isn't going to work. I'm not tired."
"Once you get warm and lay there for a while, you will be."
"But I'm still cold."
Vegetto pulled the blanket up further on her. He then pulled Marron towards him and held her body close to his.
". . .You don't have to stay. . ."
Vegetto just held her, not saying a word. The minutes passed by, he felt her body relax slightly and watched as her breathing slowed down. "Marron?" There was no reply. "That didn't take long." He smiled at her and slowly got out of the bed, being careful not to wake her. He left her room quietly and went downstairs.
18 was in the kitchen, standing in front of the oven.
Vegetto walked into the kitchen casually. "Hello my favoritist aunty."
18 turned and glanced at him. "Yes I made dinner for you. Sit down, it'll be done in a second."
He sat down at the table, "You know me too well."
18 set a plate full of food in front of him then set another one, with less food, at the spot opposite of him and sat down. "So where's Marron?"
"She's in her room sleeping. I think she's getting sick so you should probably keep her home tomorrow." He began inhaling the food in front of him.
18 gave him and odd look, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." She chewed on some rice, looking at the eleven year old thoughtfully.
Vegetto gobbled up the rest of the food and rubbed his stomach. "Whoo! Thanks, that was good."
"Vegetto?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to ask a personal question and I want you to tell me the truth."
He looked at her curiously. "Ok. . ."
"Have you hit puberty?"
"Hmmm. . ." Vegetto crossed his arms and looked down at the table as if trying to figure something out. "I don't think I know anyone named puberty."
18 coughed, choking on her food slightly. She rubbed her neck a little and gave him an awkward smile, "Never mind."
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine." ~I guess I don't have to worry about keeping him away from Marron quite yet~
Meanwhile. . .
"I can't believe he fell for it." Marron rolled her eyes as she brushed out her slightly damp hair. While 18 and Vegetto were downstairs talking, she had taken a shower and changed into a nightgown. She set her brush down and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside. She saw Vegetto walking out of the house before flying out of sight. Her mother shut the door, the light from inside faded from Marron's view. She walked downstairs and found 18 in the living room. "Hey mom."
"Marron, honey, I thought you were asleep."
"Oh um. . .Yeah I was but I couldn't stay asleep in wet clothes."
"Oh alright. . .Why don't you sit down and talk to me for a while hun."
"Ok." Marron sat down on the couch next to her mother, feeling a bit curious. "Look, if this is about me skipping school. . .It's Miyu's fault."
"No, this isn't about that. How have you been, I barely even see you anymore."
"Oh. . .I'm ok. Been training and hanging out with Vegetto mostly."
"Vegetto's a nice boy."
"He's my best friend."
18 smiled at her daughter, "I remember when I used to take care of him all the time when he was little. I was jealous of Gohan because he had a child and I didn't. But now-" She picked Marron up and sat her on her lap, "I have the best daughter that any one could ask for."
"Aw, mom." This made Marron feel a bit embarrassed.
"Marron."
"Yes?"
"I think it's time we had a little talk."
Marron looked at 18 curiously. "We are talking."
"I had a particular topic in mind."
"Ok."
"I think it's time we had a talk about boys and girls."
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt
"How much longer are you going to have to keep this up?"
"I don't know." Marron put a towel over her head and began to dry off her hair. "It's not that bad anymore and today she had me beating on this huge boulder as well."
Vegetto pulled the towel up over her face a little. "Look, your nose is all red."
"I have a cold. It's no big deal."
"I know Miyu means well but I don't think she's paying attention to your other needs."
"What other needs?"
"Well. . ." He poked the tip of her nose gently, "Your health. . .Fun. . .Time to yourself and with those that you love. . .and I suppose contact."
Marron pulled the towel off her head and let it drape over her shoulders. "Contact?"
"Yeah, you know. . ." Vegetto took her hand into his and rubbed it lightly. "Touch."
"Is that a need?"
"Sure it is." He let go of her and smiled, "And there's also rest, can't forget that."
"I know what you're getting at. . .I'm not tired."
Vegetto lifted her up by the waist and set her down on her bed then carefully took her shoes off and set them down.
"What are you doing?"
He took the towel off of her and set it on the ground next to her shoes. "You're going to rest whether you like it or not."
"Vegetto. . ."
He got up on the bed and pulled her to the top then draped the blankets over her.
"I'm just going to get back up."
Vegetto looked down at her. "Not if I don't let you." He laid down next to her.
"Hey, that's not fair."
"Go to sleep and I'll leave."
". . ."
Vegetto put his arm over her and used his other hand to push some wet hair away from her face. "Close your eyes and relax. . ."
Marron sighed and slowly closed her eyes. "This isn't going to work. I'm not tired."
"Once you get warm and lay there for a while, you will be."
"But I'm still cold."
Vegetto pulled the blanket up further on her. He then pulled Marron towards him and held her body close to his.
". . .You don't have to stay. . ."
Vegetto just held her, not saying a word. The minutes passed by, he felt her body relax slightly and watched as her breathing slowed down. "Marron?" There was no reply. "That didn't take long." He smiled at her and slowly got out of the bed, being careful not to wake her. He left her room quietly and went downstairs.
18 was in the kitchen, standing in front of the oven.
Vegetto walked into the kitchen casually. "Hello my favoritist aunty."
18 turned and glanced at him. "Yes I made dinner for you. Sit down, it'll be done in a second."
He sat down at the table, "You know me too well."
18 set a plate full of food in front of him then set another one, with less food, at the spot opposite of him and sat down. "So where's Marron?"
"She's in her room sleeping. I think she's getting sick so you should probably keep her home tomorrow." He began inhaling the food in front of him.
18 gave him and odd look, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." She chewed on some rice, looking at the eleven year old thoughtfully.
Vegetto gobbled up the rest of the food and rubbed his stomach. "Whoo! Thanks, that was good."
"Vegetto?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to ask a personal question and I want you to tell me the truth."
He looked at her curiously. "Ok. . ."
"Have you hit puberty?"
"Hmmm. . ." Vegetto crossed his arms and looked down at the table as if trying to figure something out. "I don't think I know anyone named puberty."
18 coughed, choking on her food slightly. She rubbed her neck a little and gave him an awkward smile, "Never mind."
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine." ~I guess I don't have to worry about keeping him away from Marron quite yet~
Meanwhile. . .
"I can't believe he fell for it." Marron rolled her eyes as she brushed out her slightly damp hair. While 18 and Vegetto were downstairs talking, she had taken a shower and changed into a nightgown. She set her brush down and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside. She saw Vegetto walking out of the house before flying out of sight. Her mother shut the door, the light from inside faded from Marron's view. She walked downstairs and found 18 in the living room. "Hey mom."
"Marron, honey, I thought you were asleep."
"Oh um. . .Yeah I was but I couldn't stay asleep in wet clothes."
"Oh alright. . .Why don't you sit down and talk to me for a while hun."
"Ok." Marron sat down on the couch next to her mother, feeling a bit curious. "Look, if this is about me skipping school. . .It's Miyu's fault."
"No, this isn't about that. How have you been, I barely even see you anymore."
"Oh. . .I'm ok. Been training and hanging out with Vegetto mostly."
"Vegetto's a nice boy."
"He's my best friend."
18 smiled at her daughter, "I remember when I used to take care of him all the time when he was little. I was jealous of Gohan because he had a child and I didn't. But now-" She picked Marron up and sat her on her lap, "I have the best daughter that any one could ask for."
"Aw, mom." This made Marron feel a bit embarrassed.
"Marron."
"Yes?"
"I think it's time we had a little talk."
Marron looked at 18 curiously. "We are talking."
"I had a particular topic in mind."
"Ok."
"I think it's time we had a talk about boys and girls."
~To be continued~