Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yay! I'm home and I think that's why I was able to update so soon! This chapter is in Trunks POV, so yeah. Also, the last chapter was on the same day as this on (I forgot to the put the date * grins sheepishly *). I hope you all like the chapter and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, so you can't sue my poor ass!

December 9th

Marron followed me dejectedly up the stairs to her doorway. Her mom was home; the car was there.

I knew she was mad at me. She knew that we had to tell her mom, but she didn't want me to point it out.  In her mind, I knew she just wanted to escape and run away. It was the way she had always been, since as long as I've known her.

She walked in the door before me and closed it after I had entered. Her mom looked up from the couch and smiled at me.

"Trunks, so good to see you again." She smiled at me. Not Marron, me.

I laughed nervously. Yeah, nice to see me… until you hear that I knocked up your daughter.  I shuddered. It sounded so damn crude. Knocked up.

Marron looked at me. I could still see the tear lines from when she was over at Pan's. It broke my heart to see that I was putting her through this. She must have sensed something because she looked away quickly and walked into the kitchen.

Ju looked at me curiously. "Something wrong, Trunks? You and the kid don't look too thrilled about something." She smiled warmly. She wasn't acting the way that Marron described her to me.

Maz walked back in and sat down on a couch opposite her mom. She looked at me with her piercing eyes and I caught the hint that she wanted me to sit next to her.

"I hafta…" Marron started before I took her hand in mine. "We hafta tell you something."

Ju raised an eyebrow and looked from Marron to me. "Ok…"

"Mom…" She paused. "Ummm… How do I say this?"

 She caught my eye and I noticed how scared she was. Of what though… I have no idea.

"Mom… You are going to be a very young grandmother." Marron closed her eyes tightly after the words flew from her mouth and I could feel her body tense up, anticipating the very worst that would come.

She looked so fragile against my chest like she was right now. I reached out and ran my fingers through her golden silk hair.

She looked up and me and then at her mother.

Ju was staring blankly at her. I could see a tinge of anger and something else in her face. It sounds harsh, but I think it was disgust.

She opened her mouth and then closed it, perhaps thinking of what it was she wanted to say. "You're… you're pregnant? Well that's just fucking wonderful, Marron." She paused. "I assume the bastard child is Damien's? Little slut…"

I cringed. 'The bastard child'? That wasn't fair. I'm pretty sure Marron was thinking the same thing, because, where fear and hesitation in her face one was, there was now anger.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She stood up. "You're probably the worst mother in the entire world! You have never been there for me, and from this conversation, I now know you will never be there for my baby!"

I pulled Marron gently back onto the couch and I looked at her mother. "The bas… the baby is mine." I couldn't say the word. It was too cruel and unfair to the baby.

As the information sunk in for Ju, Marron was looking down the hall. She wanted to go get her things and leave.

"I'm going to spend some time with Trunks and his family for a while." Marron stood and looked at her mother with a burning hate that I had never seen in her before. "I'll contact you if I need anything."

"What about all the drugs and parties? You think you can just up and quit like that? I know you Marron, you'll fuck up this baby's life."

Marron turned around sharply and glared at her mother. "Old woman! I don't know who the hell you think you are. You're no saint here, little miss, 'I drink and I fuck all sorts of men'! I can change and I will and you'll be so pissed because of what you just said."

Ju raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"Because I will see to it that you have no part whatsoever in this baby's life."

With that, Marron walked to her room, packed a few things, and dragged me out the door.

I took her bag from her and put it in the car. I opened the door for her and she climbed in. After I was in, she scooted over to me and let me hug her as she cried onto my shoulder.

"That was so not like me. I'm supposed to be strong and I'm not supposed to cry." She whispered more to herself than to me.  Her eyes were darker from crying and she was looking around the car with her eyes.

"Marron." She looked up at me and slowly blinked. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right there next to you through this whole ordeal." I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She backed out of my grasp a little bit and looked around some more, as if she was taking in what I had said to her. She looked like a child. She looked innocent and fragile and I just wanted to take her away from all the pain she had ever known.

More than anything though, I wanted to change the past. I wanted to take back the fact that one of my childhood friends had raped her when I left. I wanted to change the fact that, I more or less destroyed her entire life.

She looked back at me and sighed. "I just want to get away from everything. Have you ever wanted that Trunks, or is that just some silly fantasy that I made up when I was about fourteen years old?"

I couldn't help but let a little smile show. "That's what I've wanted for what seems like forever. Marron. But I'm going to take you away from everything that hurts you." I hope that I'm not one of those things.

She smiled a tiny smirk and wrapped her arms around me. "Where are we going to go tonight, Trunks? I have to go to school tomorrow to pick up my work and all that crap."

"Maz, you forget, I'm not exactly broke. I'm sure there's vacancy at a hotel around here somewhere."

She nodded and sat back as I started my car. We drove around for about twenty minutes before we found a place I thought was nice enough for us and I checked us in.

It was a moderately sized one bed, which would have been awkward if things had been any different.

I thought I would be able to ignore my attraction to her, that I would be able to sleep next to her for one night without having any dirty thoughts or such ideas. Apparently, however, the tension was so high in both of us that we needed the workout that we went through.

The fact that she was pregnant did nothing to the truth that we were great in bed together.

December 10th

When I woke in the morning, (unnaturally early thanks to about two years of working an early office job), I stared at her next to me as she slept.

She looked like an angel, with her golden hair around her head and her bare shoulders.  If I were a painter, I would have painted her a thousand times just like this. She was absolutely beautiful.

I felt myself smile. And I am going to have a child with this angel.

I kissed her cheek as softly as I could before I climbed out of bed and pulled some pants on. I walked down to the lobby to get her some breakfast and some juice and walked back up to the room.

Marron was awake and had just climbed into the shower. Ten minutes later, she was out, ran a brush through her hair and was ready to run by the school and then back home.

Her new home though, not the hellhole she had grown up in.

We threw all our junk in the car and I sat and waited while she went to get her things.

I couldn't help but wonder, would Marron really be able to give up the drugs and the drinking?  I knew she wanted to; she was very selfless like that; she didn't want our baby to have a screwed up life.

I still worried though. Not about her, but what other people would do. Damien, mainly. Dumb idiot, that one.  Once people get into all that shit, the other people tend to take leaving as an insult.

Uub was probably the only exception. He had grown up in a hard family- one that wasn't his own. I knew this from watching it happen, of course, but who really wants to admit that they watched one of their best friends be beaten to the point of passing out?

Yeah, not me.

After about forty minutes of waiting, Marron came back to my car with a disturbed look on her face. She noticed I was staring at her and waved it away with her hand.

"Damien." She must have noticed how pissed that made me because she quickly explained. "He knows I'm pregnant and he thinks it's his. He tried to convince me that I was being a moron and that I should stay and move in with him." She rolled her eyes. She wasn't telling me something.

After staring at her for a minute, I started the car. When she wanted to tell me, she would. It was just the way she was.

She leaned over and allowed me to kiss her deeply before we pulled out onto the road and onto the way to our future, whether it would be tons of fun or full of strife.

Marron watched the school as we drove by on the highway. I hoped she would tell me what had happened soon.

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A/N: Ok, that's all for now! It was a long chapter, so please please review! * grins * If you have any questions or anything like that, lemme know and I'll try to answer them for you!