Ch.14: Trunks gets the truth
Trunks slowly made his way up to Marissa's bedroom thinking to himself how he would ask her about Connor who was coloring in his bedroom. He stopped in front of his bedroom and watched the child change the crayon in his hand. A smile played Trunks' hopeful lips as he continued to Marissa's door. It was closed but he could hear Julie from within.
"Vin Diesel in long johns and a fur coat, what else could you ask for? Well maybe Vegeta in boxer shorts." She said. Trunks hit himself in the head wishing he hadn't heard it.
"Yes well I think his sights are set on my sister." Marissa's voice came.
"Well she what eighteen and he's seventy so that would make him," Jarrod trailed off.
"Almost four times her age." Travis' voice said thoughtfully. "I'll kick his ass if he hurts my little sister."
"Since when are we related Trav?" Marissa asked.
"Since I met you. I mean we get stuck with each other and boom you are my family." He answered.
"Yes we're your family while you're on assignment in the CIA." Marissa paused. "And besides if Vegeta hurts Ana he won't have an ass left to kick by the time I'm finished with him." Trunks suddenly felt eyes locked on him. He turned to see Connor looking up at him curiously.
"Why are you standing at my mom's door like a puppy looking for his bone?" He asked. "She doesn't like people listening in on her." Trunks searched his thoughts thinking of a good excuse.
"I need to talk to your mom and I was trying to think of what to say to her."
"You do the thinking downstairs before you come to talk."
"Protective little Saiyan aren't you?" Trunks' eyes met Connor's. "Why don't a you go back to your room so I can talk to your mom." Connor glared at him coldly before going back into his room. Trunks took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Travis called through the door.
"It's Trunks. I need to talk to Marissa."
"We're busy." He heard Marissa say.
"Look it's about what you said the other day at the race." He waited for a response. A few minutes passed before the door opened. Julie and Travis came out first followed by Jarrod who met his eyes.
"She'll talk to you but I want you to understand that if you say one wrong thing I will rip you limb from limb."
"I don't think you are going to have to worry about that Jarrod." The two men exchanged icy glares at each other and Jarrod went downstairs. Trunks went into the room to see Marissa standing at the window wearing black leather pants that hugged her hips and legs with a matching black leather tank top.
"Close the door." She said. Trunks closed the door admiring her beauty. She turned to face him. "I know you didn't come to talk to me about what I said to you about Pan."
"You're right."
"So what do you want?"'
"Well I uh," he paused, "I want to know if---" Marissa started laughing.
"You want to know about Connor's father."
"How did you know?"
"You're an open book." Marissa said finally. "You and Julie both."
"Great I'm being compared to your best friend."
"I could compare you to something else."
"I'd rather you didn't but let's talk about your protective son."
"Why do you want to talk about Connor's father?"
"Well I was thinking about the past and when I met you well you just didn't feel pregnant."
"What is your point exactly?"
"Is he mine?"
"How would I know?"
"Damn it Marissa."
"What does it matter Trunks? You have a daughter coming in October."
"I've got to know. You came to me concerned for Pan and dropping a basic hint about Connor."
"I introduced you to my son."
"Yes and now I want to know if he is my son."
"And your point is?"
"I'm not going to get an answer out of you am I?"
"You might but I wouldn't count on it." She tried to walk past him but Trunks grabbed her shoulder. He desperate.
"I found you on a street corner in Los Angeles. I took you to a motel, made love to you and now I think in that hour we spent together I impregnated you." She sighed heavily but refused to give in as she jerked from his grip.
"It doesn't matter." She whispered. "He is my son."
"But did I plant the seed that made him yours?" He asked softly. Marissa glared at him coldly and left. He knew he was almost there. The feeling tingled throughout his body. All that he needed to be done now was the pressure. He chased after her and found her in the kitchen talking to Pan as though nothing had happened but she looked like she was standing on white-hot coals. Her look of discomfort increased as he entered the kitchen.
"Yes or no Marissa," he paused, "all you have to do is say yes or no." Marissa shook with anger and she was weakening under his ice blue eyes.
"You can't make me answer you." She said. Pan looked at the two.
"Oh really. So Jarrod knows about your past?" He needed more. "Does he know about all the things you did because if he doesn't I could just tell him." Her breathing doubled.
"Blackmail doesn't work." She hissed. "I am almost positive that you're fiancée doesn't know about your little rendezvous in Lost Angels."
"Trunks want is she talking about?" Pan said. Her eyes darted back and forth.
"She is talking about my encounter with a young and very beautiful courtesan about eight years ago." He drifted closer to Pan's side. "It was just after we got back from the GT, I took a little vacation to the city of angels where I paid for an hour of love with a beauty by the name of Mar--- "
"Fine!" She screamed. "Yes. He is your son but you could have answered that by looking at him." Shocked at the words that spilled from her mouth like poison from a bottle, Marissa clapped her hand over her mouth.
"What?" Pan asked shocked. "You lied to me. You were my friend."
"No Pan." Trunks said. "She wanted to bury the past. Like many other men I am just a bad dream that was actual reality."
"One that unfortunately got me pregnant." Marissa mumbled.
"And off the street corners." Trunks said.
"You stay away from us. Do you understand me." Trunks smirked evilly.
"Why should I? He's my son too." He taunted.
"Any man can be a father." She pushed past him.
"But it takes a real man to be a dad. Please, Jarrod doesn't know anything about children."
"And you do?"' Marissa said slyly. "You see its funny that when you found out about Pan's pregnancy you ran away with your tail between your legs and it took me convincing an arrogant ass like you to realize you still love her. Connor is one child that will grow up calling my soon to be husband 'daddy'!"
"True, why would I want a whore's baby?" Trunks matched.
"Takes one to know one." She said cockily. "Now as for a whore well I guess you could say that away from the money from the rich men it's really nice to retire but you'll figure out." With that Marissa walked away. Pan was leaned against the refrigerator a blank expression on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?"
"It took a couple of lies for me to even figure out who she was."
"You didn't remember?"
"Pan it was eight years ago on a full moon for one hour."
"I need to think about this." Pan slowly sat down at the table. "Alone."
**Curtain rises**
Jarrod: Are all her secrets out yet?
Me: Yeah they are. Calculating due dates is tricky work.
Trunks: Why?
Me: Well according to my tracking Pan is only 15 weeks in.
Pan: Not even half of the pregnancy down the drain.
Me: Well you're almost four months.
**Curtain closes**
Trunks slowly made his way up to Marissa's bedroom thinking to himself how he would ask her about Connor who was coloring in his bedroom. He stopped in front of his bedroom and watched the child change the crayon in his hand. A smile played Trunks' hopeful lips as he continued to Marissa's door. It was closed but he could hear Julie from within.
"Vin Diesel in long johns and a fur coat, what else could you ask for? Well maybe Vegeta in boxer shorts." She said. Trunks hit himself in the head wishing he hadn't heard it.
"Yes well I think his sights are set on my sister." Marissa's voice came.
"Well she what eighteen and he's seventy so that would make him," Jarrod trailed off.
"Almost four times her age." Travis' voice said thoughtfully. "I'll kick his ass if he hurts my little sister."
"Since when are we related Trav?" Marissa asked.
"Since I met you. I mean we get stuck with each other and boom you are my family." He answered.
"Yes we're your family while you're on assignment in the CIA." Marissa paused. "And besides if Vegeta hurts Ana he won't have an ass left to kick by the time I'm finished with him." Trunks suddenly felt eyes locked on him. He turned to see Connor looking up at him curiously.
"Why are you standing at my mom's door like a puppy looking for his bone?" He asked. "She doesn't like people listening in on her." Trunks searched his thoughts thinking of a good excuse.
"I need to talk to your mom and I was trying to think of what to say to her."
"You do the thinking downstairs before you come to talk."
"Protective little Saiyan aren't you?" Trunks' eyes met Connor's. "Why don't a you go back to your room so I can talk to your mom." Connor glared at him coldly before going back into his room. Trunks took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Travis called through the door.
"It's Trunks. I need to talk to Marissa."
"We're busy." He heard Marissa say.
"Look it's about what you said the other day at the race." He waited for a response. A few minutes passed before the door opened. Julie and Travis came out first followed by Jarrod who met his eyes.
"She'll talk to you but I want you to understand that if you say one wrong thing I will rip you limb from limb."
"I don't think you are going to have to worry about that Jarrod." The two men exchanged icy glares at each other and Jarrod went downstairs. Trunks went into the room to see Marissa standing at the window wearing black leather pants that hugged her hips and legs with a matching black leather tank top.
"Close the door." She said. Trunks closed the door admiring her beauty. She turned to face him. "I know you didn't come to talk to me about what I said to you about Pan."
"You're right."
"So what do you want?"'
"Well I uh," he paused, "I want to know if---" Marissa started laughing.
"You want to know about Connor's father."
"How did you know?"
"You're an open book." Marissa said finally. "You and Julie both."
"Great I'm being compared to your best friend."
"I could compare you to something else."
"I'd rather you didn't but let's talk about your protective son."
"Why do you want to talk about Connor's father?"
"Well I was thinking about the past and when I met you well you just didn't feel pregnant."
"What is your point exactly?"
"Is he mine?"
"How would I know?"
"Damn it Marissa."
"What does it matter Trunks? You have a daughter coming in October."
"I've got to know. You came to me concerned for Pan and dropping a basic hint about Connor."
"I introduced you to my son."
"Yes and now I want to know if he is my son."
"And your point is?"
"I'm not going to get an answer out of you am I?"
"You might but I wouldn't count on it." She tried to walk past him but Trunks grabbed her shoulder. He desperate.
"I found you on a street corner in Los Angeles. I took you to a motel, made love to you and now I think in that hour we spent together I impregnated you." She sighed heavily but refused to give in as she jerked from his grip.
"It doesn't matter." She whispered. "He is my son."
"But did I plant the seed that made him yours?" He asked softly. Marissa glared at him coldly and left. He knew he was almost there. The feeling tingled throughout his body. All that he needed to be done now was the pressure. He chased after her and found her in the kitchen talking to Pan as though nothing had happened but she looked like she was standing on white-hot coals. Her look of discomfort increased as he entered the kitchen.
"Yes or no Marissa," he paused, "all you have to do is say yes or no." Marissa shook with anger and she was weakening under his ice blue eyes.
"You can't make me answer you." She said. Pan looked at the two.
"Oh really. So Jarrod knows about your past?" He needed more. "Does he know about all the things you did because if he doesn't I could just tell him." Her breathing doubled.
"Blackmail doesn't work." She hissed. "I am almost positive that you're fiancée doesn't know about your little rendezvous in Lost Angels."
"Trunks want is she talking about?" Pan said. Her eyes darted back and forth.
"She is talking about my encounter with a young and very beautiful courtesan about eight years ago." He drifted closer to Pan's side. "It was just after we got back from the GT, I took a little vacation to the city of angels where I paid for an hour of love with a beauty by the name of Mar--- "
"Fine!" She screamed. "Yes. He is your son but you could have answered that by looking at him." Shocked at the words that spilled from her mouth like poison from a bottle, Marissa clapped her hand over her mouth.
"What?" Pan asked shocked. "You lied to me. You were my friend."
"No Pan." Trunks said. "She wanted to bury the past. Like many other men I am just a bad dream that was actual reality."
"One that unfortunately got me pregnant." Marissa mumbled.
"And off the street corners." Trunks said.
"You stay away from us. Do you understand me." Trunks smirked evilly.
"Why should I? He's my son too." He taunted.
"Any man can be a father." She pushed past him.
"But it takes a real man to be a dad. Please, Jarrod doesn't know anything about children."
"And you do?"' Marissa said slyly. "You see its funny that when you found out about Pan's pregnancy you ran away with your tail between your legs and it took me convincing an arrogant ass like you to realize you still love her. Connor is one child that will grow up calling my soon to be husband 'daddy'!"
"True, why would I want a whore's baby?" Trunks matched.
"Takes one to know one." She said cockily. "Now as for a whore well I guess you could say that away from the money from the rich men it's really nice to retire but you'll figure out." With that Marissa walked away. Pan was leaned against the refrigerator a blank expression on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?"
"It took a couple of lies for me to even figure out who she was."
"You didn't remember?"
"Pan it was eight years ago on a full moon for one hour."
"I need to think about this." Pan slowly sat down at the table. "Alone."
**Curtain rises**
Jarrod: Are all her secrets out yet?
Me: Yeah they are. Calculating due dates is tricky work.
Trunks: Why?
Me: Well according to my tracking Pan is only 15 weeks in.
Pan: Not even half of the pregnancy down the drain.
Me: Well you're almost four months.
**Curtain closes**