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Chapter 19: Escape
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Marron kept her gaze on Trunks, unable to disguise her hurt.
"So it's the truth. Why didn't you tell me?"
The thief raised his head then, azure eyes burning into hers.
"You never asked." He said simply. Why was she so upset, he wondered bitterly. What business was it of hers?
"How could you..." she was murmuring, and he felt a flame of anger ignite within him, walking up to the bars of the cell door that held him and curling his fingers around them.
"Look, Miss Marron, you know perfectly well what type of person I was before I met you, so do not come here and judge me for my past actions. If you have nothing else to say to me, I suggest you leave. I have my death to look forward to, if you don't mind."
"You...you murdered them." She seemed to be convincing herself of the fact, her brow furrowed in confusion. The girl walked down the staircase, the clatter of her shoes against the stone floor echoing off the dampened walls. She walked straight up to her beloved, as close as was possible as long as the bars separated them. He held her gaze defiantly, a slight scowl flashing across his features.
"Yes." he told her bluntly. "I was hired to kill them, and therefore, I killed them." She drew in a sharp breath, hating to hear him talk that way, and he studied her expression for a moment before letting a nasty smile settle on his lips. "Would you hate me now, my love?" he purred, eyes glinting in the firelight. With one swift movement, the dungeon door was pulled open, and his arms snaked around her waist, pressing her body close to him as she gave a yelp of surprise.
"H...how?" she asked breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes from his. What had caused this change in him? One moment he was gazing at her with adoration, and now...now she didn't know exactly how he was looking at her. His eyes held an emotion that she couldn't quite name.
"Are you afraid of me, truly, Miss Marron?" he questioned silkily, ignoring her words. He allowed his hand to trail from her waist to rest on the soft curve of her hip, noting with amusement and a slight satisfaction the way in which she shuddered. "Now you know I could destroy you so easily, would you hate me?"
Her eyes glittered with emotion as she looked at him, the man to whom she had given her heart. How she longed to answer him with a 'yes', then forget him, forget her feelings, her love. Hating him would have made everything so much easier. This was just too cruel, she thought, that destiny would have her fall for such a man. How could he be so gentle, but sometimes so vicious? So caring, and yet sometimes so cruel?
"I wish that I could hate you, Trunks." she told him with a trembling voice. "Perhaps you will destroy me, one day. But even if I died by your sword, my heart would still belong to you."
"Yes," Eighteen said softly, walking over to her daughter, "And that is why you must both leave this place tonight."
"Mother?" Marron said questioningly. Trunks spoke up again.
"There is a boat that docks in the village once a week." He explained. "It leaves at the same hour each time. If we can reach the boat, we will be able to leave this place without anyone being able to track us."
"It arrives half an hour after sundown, Marron." Eighteen continued. She dug in the pocket of her long cloak, eventually bringing out a rusted, large iron key. "There is a hidden door inside the servant's chamber on the first floor landing. This key will open it. The door leads to the room we are in now. You will arrive here just before sundown, and the two of you will then escape back through the servant's quarters."
"Mother...why?" the blonde asked, her eyes filling with confused tears. Eighteen smiled fondly at her, reaching out one hand to gently brush her hair from her face.
"Because I understand."
With that, the older woman turned around, walking into the third cell, which had always remained disused. Trunks and Marron watched curiously as she ran her hand over the stone and pressed against it gently with her fingertips. It gave way instantly, and with a last glance at the couple, Eighteen vanished into the hidden corridor.
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"Goten, please, I would really appreciate it if you told me what on earth is happening here!"
Goten glanced at the aqua haired beauty at his side, and took a deep breath.
"There isn't anything to say." He replied sadly. "Trunks sacrificed his own freedom for mine. It's all my fault, Bra. Now he'll be executed and I can't do a damn thing about it!"
"He's a killer, is he not?" Bra said quietly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"He killed, therefore he is to be killed. It is the only just punishment."
"You would wish that on your own brother?"
Both Bra and Goten turned round to face the owner of the voice. Bulma stood in the doorway of the study, regarding her daughter sadly.
"What did you just say?" Bra whispered.
Goku stepped forward, shaking his head slightly. "Bulma..."
"No, Goku. It's time I told my daughter the truth. Just as you should tell your son."
Goten turned to look at the raven-haired man, though his eyes held no evidence that he was surprised by this news. Bra, on the other hand, was incredulous.
"Mother, I don't know what you are talking about! How can that criminal be a relation of mine?"
"Bra, sit down." Bulma told her. "Let me tell you a story..."
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"Hmm, so I just press here..." Marron was saying, as she and Trunks stood in the vacant cell that Eighteen had left through. "It seems simple enough."
"Marron, you do understand how difficult our lives will be from now own?" Trunks asked her softly. She turned to face him, smiling shakily.
"I cannot say I'm not afraid," she told him as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more. She rested her own hands on his and sighed softly. "But as long as I know we have each other, things will turn out right."
She felt him nod, then the welcome warmth of his lips on her neck.
"You're right, Miss Marron."
"Trunks, can you do something for me?"
"Anything."
"Don't call me 'Miss', okay?"
She felt his arms tighten around her and heard him chuckle softly.
"It's a done deal."
Then, with one smooth movement, he spun her round to face him, leaning down and claiming her lips with his own. The kiss, although a surprise to her, was most welcome, and her lips parted instantly to allow his gentle tongue entrance. The young woman wrapped her arms around her love's neck, entwining her fingers in his long, lavender hair, and smiling as he moved his hands to rest on her hips, fingers gently caressing her. As her own tongue began to tease his, he broke off the kiss suddenly, leaving her breathless and questioning. No words were exchanged, as they would have only broken the spell that had weaved its way around them. Marron found herself lost in her beloved's azure eyes, mesmerised by the emotion that resided in them. He was staring at her with unconcealed lust, and as she opened her mouth to speak, he pulled her closer, brushing his lips teasingly against her neck. A soft moan escaped her mouth, then, and she tilted her head slightly, her fingers still entangled in his hair.
The electricity between them was enough to send shudders through her at the slightest touch, the merest brush of skin against skin, and she welcomed it completely. Let her father think what he must, let the very heavens, the very essence of Fate and Destiny be opposed to them, she didn't care. All that mattered was that he loved her, that he wanted her, and she wanted the same. Trunks pulled the girl roughly against his body, her soft whimper drawing a smile from him as he continued to tease her neck with gentle kisses. However, when she moved her thigh slightly to rest against his manhood, he pulled away reluctantly.
"Surely you wouldn't let me take you here?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. The hunger with which she kissed him told of her answer, but the young thief gently pushed her away, running a finger down her cheek and smiling at her fondly.
"When we reach the next town, my love." He breathed. "I won't degrade you by taking you in this place."
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Eighteen sat in the drawing room, watching as her husband paced back and forth.
"How could she? How could she disobey me so?" he ranted to his wife. "Going inside the dungeons that way! Who knows what could have happened to her?" He shook his head, sinking down into a plush chair.
"I just want what's best for her." He muttered in despair. "Why can't she see my point of view?"
Eighteen said nothing, her eyes on the sinking sun, which was almost out of sight. Sundown was virtually upon them. She felt guilty about betraying her husband, of course she did, she loved Krillin with all her heart, but she loved her daughter equally. That was why she had to do what she did. Krillin stood up, making the blonde haired woman jump, and she looked at him curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't concern yourself, my dear. I feel like talking a stroll."
"But Krillin, wait!"
"I shall be back shortly, I simply need some air."
Eighteen turned her head back to the window, gazing at the darkened sky worriedly.
'Please hurry, Marron.'
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Marron and Trunks hurried through the alleyways on the edge of town, leading to the docks. The thief held his lover's hand tightly as they ran, no time for conversation. The boat was probably at the dock by now, just a few more minutes and they'd be there, home free. Just a little further.
"Hurry, Trunks." Marron called breathlessly, speeding up. "I want to get to the next town, let's hurry."
"I agree." Trunks replied, then allowed himself a small smirk. "We're just a few seconds away, Marron. We'll be in the next town before long. Of course, this isn't because of what I said earlier, is it?"
The girl blushed, giggling softly. "Partly." She admitted. Suddenly, she heard Trunks suck in a sharp breath and stared back at him in wonder.
"What is it?"
Her beloved said nothing, simply inclined his head to the figure silhouetted against the moonlight, blocking their way to the docks.
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A/N: And again, it took me ages. Well, here's a longer chapter for you all, hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know, okay? Thanks muchly to those who have stayed with me so far, I hope you're still following this fic, though I wouldn't be offended if you'd given up on me, heh.
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Chapter 19: Escape
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Marron kept her gaze on Trunks, unable to disguise her hurt.
"So it's the truth. Why didn't you tell me?"
The thief raised his head then, azure eyes burning into hers.
"You never asked." He said simply. Why was she so upset, he wondered bitterly. What business was it of hers?
"How could you..." she was murmuring, and he felt a flame of anger ignite within him, walking up to the bars of the cell door that held him and curling his fingers around them.
"Look, Miss Marron, you know perfectly well what type of person I was before I met you, so do not come here and judge me for my past actions. If you have nothing else to say to me, I suggest you leave. I have my death to look forward to, if you don't mind."
"You...you murdered them." She seemed to be convincing herself of the fact, her brow furrowed in confusion. The girl walked down the staircase, the clatter of her shoes against the stone floor echoing off the dampened walls. She walked straight up to her beloved, as close as was possible as long as the bars separated them. He held her gaze defiantly, a slight scowl flashing across his features.
"Yes." he told her bluntly. "I was hired to kill them, and therefore, I killed them." She drew in a sharp breath, hating to hear him talk that way, and he studied her expression for a moment before letting a nasty smile settle on his lips. "Would you hate me now, my love?" he purred, eyes glinting in the firelight. With one swift movement, the dungeon door was pulled open, and his arms snaked around her waist, pressing her body close to him as she gave a yelp of surprise.
"H...how?" she asked breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes from his. What had caused this change in him? One moment he was gazing at her with adoration, and now...now she didn't know exactly how he was looking at her. His eyes held an emotion that she couldn't quite name.
"Are you afraid of me, truly, Miss Marron?" he questioned silkily, ignoring her words. He allowed his hand to trail from her waist to rest on the soft curve of her hip, noting with amusement and a slight satisfaction the way in which she shuddered. "Now you know I could destroy you so easily, would you hate me?"
Her eyes glittered with emotion as she looked at him, the man to whom she had given her heart. How she longed to answer him with a 'yes', then forget him, forget her feelings, her love. Hating him would have made everything so much easier. This was just too cruel, she thought, that destiny would have her fall for such a man. How could he be so gentle, but sometimes so vicious? So caring, and yet sometimes so cruel?
"I wish that I could hate you, Trunks." she told him with a trembling voice. "Perhaps you will destroy me, one day. But even if I died by your sword, my heart would still belong to you."
"Yes," Eighteen said softly, walking over to her daughter, "And that is why you must both leave this place tonight."
"Mother?" Marron said questioningly. Trunks spoke up again.
"There is a boat that docks in the village once a week." He explained. "It leaves at the same hour each time. If we can reach the boat, we will be able to leave this place without anyone being able to track us."
"It arrives half an hour after sundown, Marron." Eighteen continued. She dug in the pocket of her long cloak, eventually bringing out a rusted, large iron key. "There is a hidden door inside the servant's chamber on the first floor landing. This key will open it. The door leads to the room we are in now. You will arrive here just before sundown, and the two of you will then escape back through the servant's quarters."
"Mother...why?" the blonde asked, her eyes filling with confused tears. Eighteen smiled fondly at her, reaching out one hand to gently brush her hair from her face.
"Because I understand."
With that, the older woman turned around, walking into the third cell, which had always remained disused. Trunks and Marron watched curiously as she ran her hand over the stone and pressed against it gently with her fingertips. It gave way instantly, and with a last glance at the couple, Eighteen vanished into the hidden corridor.
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"Goten, please, I would really appreciate it if you told me what on earth is happening here!"
Goten glanced at the aqua haired beauty at his side, and took a deep breath.
"There isn't anything to say." He replied sadly. "Trunks sacrificed his own freedom for mine. It's all my fault, Bra. Now he'll be executed and I can't do a damn thing about it!"
"He's a killer, is he not?" Bra said quietly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"He killed, therefore he is to be killed. It is the only just punishment."
"You would wish that on your own brother?"
Both Bra and Goten turned round to face the owner of the voice. Bulma stood in the doorway of the study, regarding her daughter sadly.
"What did you just say?" Bra whispered.
Goku stepped forward, shaking his head slightly. "Bulma..."
"No, Goku. It's time I told my daughter the truth. Just as you should tell your son."
Goten turned to look at the raven-haired man, though his eyes held no evidence that he was surprised by this news. Bra, on the other hand, was incredulous.
"Mother, I don't know what you are talking about! How can that criminal be a relation of mine?"
"Bra, sit down." Bulma told her. "Let me tell you a story..."
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"Hmm, so I just press here..." Marron was saying, as she and Trunks stood in the vacant cell that Eighteen had left through. "It seems simple enough."
"Marron, you do understand how difficult our lives will be from now own?" Trunks asked her softly. She turned to face him, smiling shakily.
"I cannot say I'm not afraid," she told him as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more. She rested her own hands on his and sighed softly. "But as long as I know we have each other, things will turn out right."
She felt him nod, then the welcome warmth of his lips on her neck.
"You're right, Miss Marron."
"Trunks, can you do something for me?"
"Anything."
"Don't call me 'Miss', okay?"
She felt his arms tighten around her and heard him chuckle softly.
"It's a done deal."
Then, with one smooth movement, he spun her round to face him, leaning down and claiming her lips with his own. The kiss, although a surprise to her, was most welcome, and her lips parted instantly to allow his gentle tongue entrance. The young woman wrapped her arms around her love's neck, entwining her fingers in his long, lavender hair, and smiling as he moved his hands to rest on her hips, fingers gently caressing her. As her own tongue began to tease his, he broke off the kiss suddenly, leaving her breathless and questioning. No words were exchanged, as they would have only broken the spell that had weaved its way around them. Marron found herself lost in her beloved's azure eyes, mesmerised by the emotion that resided in them. He was staring at her with unconcealed lust, and as she opened her mouth to speak, he pulled her closer, brushing his lips teasingly against her neck. A soft moan escaped her mouth, then, and she tilted her head slightly, her fingers still entangled in his hair.
The electricity between them was enough to send shudders through her at the slightest touch, the merest brush of skin against skin, and she welcomed it completely. Let her father think what he must, let the very heavens, the very essence of Fate and Destiny be opposed to them, she didn't care. All that mattered was that he loved her, that he wanted her, and she wanted the same. Trunks pulled the girl roughly against his body, her soft whimper drawing a smile from him as he continued to tease her neck with gentle kisses. However, when she moved her thigh slightly to rest against his manhood, he pulled away reluctantly.
"Surely you wouldn't let me take you here?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. The hunger with which she kissed him told of her answer, but the young thief gently pushed her away, running a finger down her cheek and smiling at her fondly.
"When we reach the next town, my love." He breathed. "I won't degrade you by taking you in this place."
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Eighteen sat in the drawing room, watching as her husband paced back and forth.
"How could she? How could she disobey me so?" he ranted to his wife. "Going inside the dungeons that way! Who knows what could have happened to her?" He shook his head, sinking down into a plush chair.
"I just want what's best for her." He muttered in despair. "Why can't she see my point of view?"
Eighteen said nothing, her eyes on the sinking sun, which was almost out of sight. Sundown was virtually upon them. She felt guilty about betraying her husband, of course she did, she loved Krillin with all her heart, but she loved her daughter equally. That was why she had to do what she did. Krillin stood up, making the blonde haired woman jump, and she looked at him curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't concern yourself, my dear. I feel like talking a stroll."
"But Krillin, wait!"
"I shall be back shortly, I simply need some air."
Eighteen turned her head back to the window, gazing at the darkened sky worriedly.
'Please hurry, Marron.'
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Marron and Trunks hurried through the alleyways on the edge of town, leading to the docks. The thief held his lover's hand tightly as they ran, no time for conversation. The boat was probably at the dock by now, just a few more minutes and they'd be there, home free. Just a little further.
"Hurry, Trunks." Marron called breathlessly, speeding up. "I want to get to the next town, let's hurry."
"I agree." Trunks replied, then allowed himself a small smirk. "We're just a few seconds away, Marron. We'll be in the next town before long. Of course, this isn't because of what I said earlier, is it?"
The girl blushed, giggling softly. "Partly." She admitted. Suddenly, she heard Trunks suck in a sharp breath and stared back at him in wonder.
"What is it?"
Her beloved said nothing, simply inclined his head to the figure silhouetted against the moonlight, blocking their way to the docks.
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A/N: And again, it took me ages. Well, here's a longer chapter for you all, hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know, okay? Thanks muchly to those who have stayed with me so far, I hope you're still following this fic, though I wouldn't be offended if you'd given up on me, heh.