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Chapter Thirteen
Trunks stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach with one hand and wincing as a sharp stab of pain shot through him. He was bleeding again.
'Hmm, Gohan may be delirious, but he still knows my weak points' he thought wryly.
He looked over to see if Marron had gotten away yet, and froze as he saw she was still there, one hand on the doorframe and the other by her side. What was she waiting for? If she didn't hurry and leave soon, there was no telling what Gohan would do. He thinks she's Videl, why would he want to kill her, Trunks asked himself, but cast that thought aside for the time being. That really wasn't the issue right now. The issue was that either way, Marron was in danger by just being there, and he couldn't protect her in his current state.
"Thank you very much, Gohan," he muttered sarcastically, and winced again. It was becoming an effort just to keep breathing at the moment. Every move he made seemed to send shockwaves of pain through his body.
'Marron, hurry and get out of here!' his mind screamed at the young woman. As if she somehow heard him, Marron turned to Trunks and frowned. What was he looking so scared for?
She'd completely forgotten that Gohan was there, and as soon as she locked eyes with Trunks, it was as if they slipped into their own little world. It was only when Trunks' eyes darted to the side and widened in alarm that she remembered the older man. Following Trunks' gaze, she gasped in horror. Gohan was smiling at her coldly, both hands gripped onto the silver gun so tightly that his knuckles were white. His finger hovered over the trigger.
"I have a solution to this little problem," Gohan said quietly.
And then he fired.
Goku's eyes snapped open, and he looked around the square in concern. "Did you hear that?" he asked worriedly. The soldier next to him nodded.
"We should go and find out who is responsible" he replied in panicked tones, heading off in the direction of the gunshot. Goku leapt up from his place on the ground, racing off after them.
"Please don't let this have anything to do with Marron," he whispered.
Goten smiled at Bra as he stepped out of the mansion doors.
"I must leave you now, Bra. But rest assured, I shall return"
The aqua haired girl smiled at him, nodding.
"Farewell, my dear Goten" she said softly, watching him walk away until she could not see him any more.
Goten smiled to himself as he hurried back to the hideout. Finally, he was getting somewhere with someone he really cared about. He and Bra had ended up spending a long time together, just talking about trivial things, like what it was like to live in 'working class accommodation', as Bra had so nicely put it. She hadn't wanted to say 'slums' which was basically where the young man lived. He had laughed at that. He knew that Bra hadn't wanted to offend him, but truth be told, nothing she said could ever offend him, not when it was spoken in that beautiful voice of hers.
However, there was still the task of explaining to her that he was partly responsible for the death of Masaki. Even though the girl had expressed her extreme dislike of the nobleman, and recounted how he used to strike her because he didn't like the way she acted, Goten still reasoned that she would not be exactly friendly towards his murderers. He frowned, quickening his pace back to the hideout. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Something had been wrong all day. And he had a feeling that Gohan had something to do with it.
Marron groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She was lying on the floor, her shoulder burning with pain, thanks to Gohan. He had shot at her, and the bullet had hit her shoulder with such a force that it had thrown her through the doorway and sprawling halfway across the room. Pain seared through her arm, and she whimpered, pressing her hand to the wound. Blood poured through her fingers and her hand did not seem to be doing a good job of stopping it. The young woman started to panic; she was beginning to become nauseous. Trunks was at her side in an instant, his eyes full of concern and pain. She noticed that he was still clutching at his side, and the growing patch of crimson spreading out around his hand also indicated that the wound was bleeding once again.
"Trunks!" She sat up immediately, causing herself to become light headed from the sudden movement. However, all her own pain was pushed to the back of her mind when she saw how weak Trunks was becoming. He was finding it hard to just sit by her side without falling unconscious once more, he was getting more and more pale by the second, and his breathing was shallow.
"M…Marron, you need not worry about me" he bit out, pushing her away gently. "You are injured, are you not?"
"Yes, but Trunks, it's simply a scratch" she told him, although the tears in her eyes showed that she was simply putting on a brave face. Trunks' expression became more and more concerned as Marron began to sob softly. With great effort, he managed to move closer to her. He stroked her face gently, then tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her softly.
"Marron, we must get you back to Lowell's, he can-"
Trunks was cut off suddenly as footsteps sounded behind him. He looked up, fully expecting to see Gohan, but in front of him stood a stranger. He appeared to be one of Lord Krillin's guards, judging by his attire. And he was staring at Marron in shock.
"Miss Marron!" the guard cried in horror. He turned and ran out of the house, calling over more guards.
"Everyone, come over here this instant! I have found her! Hurry! She has been injured!"
"No…this cannot be…" Marron whispered in alarm. She winced in pain, trying to stand up, to get Trunks, who had now turned deathly pale, so that they could escape to Lowell's house together, but the pain of her shoulder was becoming too much for the young woman, and blackness slowly overcame her.
'Trunks….'
The blonde haired woman was standing in an unfamiliar place. Strange and exotic flowers adorned the area. The sun was setting, casting eerie dark shadows over the landscape. Nothing else could be seen. She was alone, alone in a place she did not know. Everything was silent.
"Marron? Marron? Oh, my dear Marron, please, you must wake up!"
Who was that? Their voice sounded a million miles away.
'Trunks…where are you?' she called out hesitantly.
He stepped out from the shadows, his arms folded, his usual faint smile on his face. His wound was gone.
'Trunks!'
The blonde haired woman ran towards him, hardly believing that he was even there, almost thinking he would disappear into thin air at any minute. He held out his arms, and she flew into them, sobbing.
'They were going to take you away from me,' she wept, and he stroked her hair gently, whispering soothing words to her that she couldn't hear, but she was somehow soothed anyway.
'I'm not going anywhere, Marron. I promise'
Marron looked up at him through her tears, and her beloved gazed straight back at her, still smiling.
'Promise?'
He nodded, pulling her closer to him, and sealing their promise with a gentle kiss.
"Marron!"
There came that voice again. Who was calling her? She looked up at Trunks, confused, but the lavender haired man was no longer there.
Everything was dark, and there was not a star in the sky. The moon was also absent, and the darkness overwhelmed her.
'No…'
"Marron!"
The blonde haired woman opened her eyes slightly.
"Trunks…"
"Marron! You are awake!"
"Wh…where?" the young woman murmured, her vision slowly becoming clearer. Her father's concerned face came into focus, and Marron's heart sank. She must have been dreaming. She was back at the manor again, the very place she had been running from.
"T…Trunks…where are you?" she choked out, heartbroken.
"Oh, you have no cause to be worried about that young man, Marron" Lord Krillin told her.
Marron sat up painfully, and stared at her father, still drowsy.
"What do you mean?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. He was okay, wasn't he? Trunks had to be okay, he just had to be. She didn't know whether she would be able to go on if he was dead.
"Neither he nor the other one will be bothering you again" Lord Krillin went on, smiling at her.
"Father, what are you saying?" Marron asked, her voice trembling.
'Please don't let him be gone'
Her father smiled warmly at her, oblivious to the hurt in her eyes.
"Those two kidnappers are in the dungeons now, my dear. They are scheduled to be executed a week from now, so you do not need to be afraid any more"
Marron stared at the Lord, stunned into silence. He wasn't serious, was he? Executed? He couldn't possibly allow that to happen, could he?
"I will send Bulma in, now, my dear. Try and get some rest"
He stopped in front of her, studying her expression.
"My dear Marron, what grieves you so?" he asked. Marron opened her mouth, but her father ignored her, continuing without giving his daughter a chance to speak. "Are you afraid that those two may escape? There is no need to worry, one of them is badly wounded anyway, and he will not be going anywhere for a while, it appears. When we brought him in, he could hardly stand up, let alone plan some kind of daring escape attempt. Yes, we will probably not have to wait a week for that one's death"
The Lord began to laugh, winking at Marron. "Which is no more than he deserves, if you ask me"
Before Marron could react, the Lord was gone. And the young woman let the tears fall, silently praying that this was all a dream.
A/N: Well, that's that chapter over with! What will Marron do now? Will Trunks be okay? And will Bulma finally manage to meet her son? You'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out, tee hee. Hope you enjoyed reading, and don't forget to review! And thank you so much to everyone who has done so far, it really means a lot to me! *hugs* Chapter 14 coming soon!
Oh yeah, and I'm thinking of writing a prequel to this, a B/V and G/CC story (obviously) Also I'm thinking of writing a T/M based on Final Fantasy VII. What do you think? Would you guys read them if I did? Or wouldn't you be interested? Let me know, okay? ^_^ Ja ne!
Aerith
Chapter Thirteen
Trunks stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach with one hand and wincing as a sharp stab of pain shot through him. He was bleeding again.
'Hmm, Gohan may be delirious, but he still knows my weak points' he thought wryly.
He looked over to see if Marron had gotten away yet, and froze as he saw she was still there, one hand on the doorframe and the other by her side. What was she waiting for? If she didn't hurry and leave soon, there was no telling what Gohan would do. He thinks she's Videl, why would he want to kill her, Trunks asked himself, but cast that thought aside for the time being. That really wasn't the issue right now. The issue was that either way, Marron was in danger by just being there, and he couldn't protect her in his current state.
"Thank you very much, Gohan," he muttered sarcastically, and winced again. It was becoming an effort just to keep breathing at the moment. Every move he made seemed to send shockwaves of pain through his body.
'Marron, hurry and get out of here!' his mind screamed at the young woman. As if she somehow heard him, Marron turned to Trunks and frowned. What was he looking so scared for?
She'd completely forgotten that Gohan was there, and as soon as she locked eyes with Trunks, it was as if they slipped into their own little world. It was only when Trunks' eyes darted to the side and widened in alarm that she remembered the older man. Following Trunks' gaze, she gasped in horror. Gohan was smiling at her coldly, both hands gripped onto the silver gun so tightly that his knuckles were white. His finger hovered over the trigger.
"I have a solution to this little problem," Gohan said quietly.
And then he fired.
Goku's eyes snapped open, and he looked around the square in concern. "Did you hear that?" he asked worriedly. The soldier next to him nodded.
"We should go and find out who is responsible" he replied in panicked tones, heading off in the direction of the gunshot. Goku leapt up from his place on the ground, racing off after them.
"Please don't let this have anything to do with Marron," he whispered.
Goten smiled at Bra as he stepped out of the mansion doors.
"I must leave you now, Bra. But rest assured, I shall return"
The aqua haired girl smiled at him, nodding.
"Farewell, my dear Goten" she said softly, watching him walk away until she could not see him any more.
Goten smiled to himself as he hurried back to the hideout. Finally, he was getting somewhere with someone he really cared about. He and Bra had ended up spending a long time together, just talking about trivial things, like what it was like to live in 'working class accommodation', as Bra had so nicely put it. She hadn't wanted to say 'slums' which was basically where the young man lived. He had laughed at that. He knew that Bra hadn't wanted to offend him, but truth be told, nothing she said could ever offend him, not when it was spoken in that beautiful voice of hers.
However, there was still the task of explaining to her that he was partly responsible for the death of Masaki. Even though the girl had expressed her extreme dislike of the nobleman, and recounted how he used to strike her because he didn't like the way she acted, Goten still reasoned that she would not be exactly friendly towards his murderers. He frowned, quickening his pace back to the hideout. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Something had been wrong all day. And he had a feeling that Gohan had something to do with it.
Marron groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She was lying on the floor, her shoulder burning with pain, thanks to Gohan. He had shot at her, and the bullet had hit her shoulder with such a force that it had thrown her through the doorway and sprawling halfway across the room. Pain seared through her arm, and she whimpered, pressing her hand to the wound. Blood poured through her fingers and her hand did not seem to be doing a good job of stopping it. The young woman started to panic; she was beginning to become nauseous. Trunks was at her side in an instant, his eyes full of concern and pain. She noticed that he was still clutching at his side, and the growing patch of crimson spreading out around his hand also indicated that the wound was bleeding once again.
"Trunks!" She sat up immediately, causing herself to become light headed from the sudden movement. However, all her own pain was pushed to the back of her mind when she saw how weak Trunks was becoming. He was finding it hard to just sit by her side without falling unconscious once more, he was getting more and more pale by the second, and his breathing was shallow.
"M…Marron, you need not worry about me" he bit out, pushing her away gently. "You are injured, are you not?"
"Yes, but Trunks, it's simply a scratch" she told him, although the tears in her eyes showed that she was simply putting on a brave face. Trunks' expression became more and more concerned as Marron began to sob softly. With great effort, he managed to move closer to her. He stroked her face gently, then tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her softly.
"Marron, we must get you back to Lowell's, he can-"
Trunks was cut off suddenly as footsteps sounded behind him. He looked up, fully expecting to see Gohan, but in front of him stood a stranger. He appeared to be one of Lord Krillin's guards, judging by his attire. And he was staring at Marron in shock.
"Miss Marron!" the guard cried in horror. He turned and ran out of the house, calling over more guards.
"Everyone, come over here this instant! I have found her! Hurry! She has been injured!"
"No…this cannot be…" Marron whispered in alarm. She winced in pain, trying to stand up, to get Trunks, who had now turned deathly pale, so that they could escape to Lowell's house together, but the pain of her shoulder was becoming too much for the young woman, and blackness slowly overcame her.
'Trunks….'
The blonde haired woman was standing in an unfamiliar place. Strange and exotic flowers adorned the area. The sun was setting, casting eerie dark shadows over the landscape. Nothing else could be seen. She was alone, alone in a place she did not know. Everything was silent.
"Marron? Marron? Oh, my dear Marron, please, you must wake up!"
Who was that? Their voice sounded a million miles away.
'Trunks…where are you?' she called out hesitantly.
He stepped out from the shadows, his arms folded, his usual faint smile on his face. His wound was gone.
'Trunks!'
The blonde haired woman ran towards him, hardly believing that he was even there, almost thinking he would disappear into thin air at any minute. He held out his arms, and she flew into them, sobbing.
'They were going to take you away from me,' she wept, and he stroked her hair gently, whispering soothing words to her that she couldn't hear, but she was somehow soothed anyway.
'I'm not going anywhere, Marron. I promise'
Marron looked up at him through her tears, and her beloved gazed straight back at her, still smiling.
'Promise?'
He nodded, pulling her closer to him, and sealing their promise with a gentle kiss.
"Marron!"
There came that voice again. Who was calling her? She looked up at Trunks, confused, but the lavender haired man was no longer there.
Everything was dark, and there was not a star in the sky. The moon was also absent, and the darkness overwhelmed her.
'No…'
"Marron!"
The blonde haired woman opened her eyes slightly.
"Trunks…"
"Marron! You are awake!"
"Wh…where?" the young woman murmured, her vision slowly becoming clearer. Her father's concerned face came into focus, and Marron's heart sank. She must have been dreaming. She was back at the manor again, the very place she had been running from.
"T…Trunks…where are you?" she choked out, heartbroken.
"Oh, you have no cause to be worried about that young man, Marron" Lord Krillin told her.
Marron sat up painfully, and stared at her father, still drowsy.
"What do you mean?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. He was okay, wasn't he? Trunks had to be okay, he just had to be. She didn't know whether she would be able to go on if he was dead.
"Neither he nor the other one will be bothering you again" Lord Krillin went on, smiling at her.
"Father, what are you saying?" Marron asked, her voice trembling.
'Please don't let him be gone'
Her father smiled warmly at her, oblivious to the hurt in her eyes.
"Those two kidnappers are in the dungeons now, my dear. They are scheduled to be executed a week from now, so you do not need to be afraid any more"
Marron stared at the Lord, stunned into silence. He wasn't serious, was he? Executed? He couldn't possibly allow that to happen, could he?
"I will send Bulma in, now, my dear. Try and get some rest"
He stopped in front of her, studying her expression.
"My dear Marron, what grieves you so?" he asked. Marron opened her mouth, but her father ignored her, continuing without giving his daughter a chance to speak. "Are you afraid that those two may escape? There is no need to worry, one of them is badly wounded anyway, and he will not be going anywhere for a while, it appears. When we brought him in, he could hardly stand up, let alone plan some kind of daring escape attempt. Yes, we will probably not have to wait a week for that one's death"
The Lord began to laugh, winking at Marron. "Which is no more than he deserves, if you ask me"
Before Marron could react, the Lord was gone. And the young woman let the tears fall, silently praying that this was all a dream.
A/N: Well, that's that chapter over with! What will Marron do now? Will Trunks be okay? And will Bulma finally manage to meet her son? You'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out, tee hee. Hope you enjoyed reading, and don't forget to review! And thank you so much to everyone who has done so far, it really means a lot to me! *hugs* Chapter 14 coming soon!
Oh yeah, and I'm thinking of writing a prequel to this, a B/V and G/CC story (obviously) Also I'm thinking of writing a T/M based on Final Fantasy VII. What do you think? Would you guys read them if I did? Or wouldn't you be interested? Let me know, okay? ^_^ Ja ne!
Aerith