Ch.11: Profile check
It's hard to tell when a person lies, especially when she is a professional. Trunks pondered his thoughts over Marissa. She was once a very beautiful woman. Now she was breathtaking to him. He stared down at a photo of her and Julie. Now she was revealed.
**Flashback**
There was a room. A hotel room rented by the hour. Trunks sat on the edge of the bed buttoning up his shirt while the young woman he was just with was in the shower. She came out wearing a strapless mid thigh length black dress. Her wet long black hair fell below her shoulders shielding her butterfly tattoo. Trunks looked behind him.
"How old are you anyway?" He asked.
"Why do you ask?" She answered putting her necklace on.
"You seem so young."
"I'm fourteen."
"What!" Trunks got up. "Where are your parents?"
"My mother turned me away. My stepmother kicked me out and my father-" She paused, fighting tears. "My father is dead. I'm only doing this to pay my bills." Trunks pondered this for a second. She had nothing. He pulled out his checkbook and a pen.
"How much per hour?" He asked. Writing the check for 2 billion.
"I said five hundred." She told him. He looked back down at the book and handed it to her. She took it and choked.
"I don't want to see you on anymore street corners." Trunks said. She hugged him tightly. "What is you name anyhow?"
"Marissa."
**Flashback ends**
Now there was a chance that her son, Connor, was also his. He pulled his computer over to him. He had to see if there was a name he recognized. He pulled up the profile check on his computer. Remembering the name that Marissa had given him a year ago he typed in Marissa Tao.
Seconds later two files came up. One was of a six-year-old girl and the other was a baby. Trunks bit his lip making it bleed as he typed in Marissa Marie Donovan. A single file came up. He clicked it. The picture matched her. He read over the background information.
Name: Marissa Marie Donovan DOB: June 17,780 Mother: Celeste Jenine Sajin Father: Vince Connor Donovan Profession: n/a Social security: 106-47-9966 minor offenses: speeding major offences: n/a siblings: n/a offspring: Connor Vincent Donovan
There was a link to her offspring, mother ad father. Trunks clicked on Connor's link hoping his name was in the father's space. It was empty. He would have to ask her. His chances of fathering that baby now where slim. Trunks suddenly felt his stomach, Marissa was right, Pan needed him now especially with their baby on the way.
Their baby He couldn't believe he was so stupid. A saiyan could never have an abortion. It would not only kill the baby but it would also kill the mother. Vegeta had once told him that young saiyan mothers would have miscarriages which were similar to abortions. Insanity follows the loss then suicide. If Pan had killed herself Trunks wouldn't be far behind her. His thought carried to his dreams as he fell asleep on the desk.
It's hard to tell when a person lies, especially when she is a professional. Trunks pondered his thoughts over Marissa. She was once a very beautiful woman. Now she was breathtaking to him. He stared down at a photo of her and Julie. Now she was revealed.
**Flashback**
There was a room. A hotel room rented by the hour. Trunks sat on the edge of the bed buttoning up his shirt while the young woman he was just with was in the shower. She came out wearing a strapless mid thigh length black dress. Her wet long black hair fell below her shoulders shielding her butterfly tattoo. Trunks looked behind him.
"How old are you anyway?" He asked.
"Why do you ask?" She answered putting her necklace on.
"You seem so young."
"I'm fourteen."
"What!" Trunks got up. "Where are your parents?"
"My mother turned me away. My stepmother kicked me out and my father-" She paused, fighting tears. "My father is dead. I'm only doing this to pay my bills." Trunks pondered this for a second. She had nothing. He pulled out his checkbook and a pen.
"How much per hour?" He asked. Writing the check for 2 billion.
"I said five hundred." She told him. He looked back down at the book and handed it to her. She took it and choked.
"I don't want to see you on anymore street corners." Trunks said. She hugged him tightly. "What is you name anyhow?"
"Marissa."
**Flashback ends**
Now there was a chance that her son, Connor, was also his. He pulled his computer over to him. He had to see if there was a name he recognized. He pulled up the profile check on his computer. Remembering the name that Marissa had given him a year ago he typed in Marissa Tao.
Seconds later two files came up. One was of a six-year-old girl and the other was a baby. Trunks bit his lip making it bleed as he typed in Marissa Marie Donovan. A single file came up. He clicked it. The picture matched her. He read over the background information.
Name: Marissa Marie Donovan DOB: June 17,780 Mother: Celeste Jenine Sajin Father: Vince Connor Donovan Profession: n/a Social security: 106-47-9966 minor offenses: speeding major offences: n/a siblings: n/a offspring: Connor Vincent Donovan
There was a link to her offspring, mother ad father. Trunks clicked on Connor's link hoping his name was in the father's space. It was empty. He would have to ask her. His chances of fathering that baby now where slim. Trunks suddenly felt his stomach, Marissa was right, Pan needed him now especially with their baby on the way.
Their baby He couldn't believe he was so stupid. A saiyan could never have an abortion. It would not only kill the baby but it would also kill the mother. Vegeta had once told him that young saiyan mothers would have miscarriages which were similar to abortions. Insanity follows the loss then suicide. If Pan had killed herself Trunks wouldn't be far behind her. His thought carried to his dreams as he fell asleep on the desk.