Okay this is where the drama starts. And it's good. Oh, it's good.

Though the curtains were closed, the annoyingly bright sun still found a way to pop its way through. But I had to smile at the scene before me. Pan and Bra were slumped against each other on the couch. 'Ten and I were on the floor. But Trunks was gone.

I wriggled out of 'Ten's grip. His eyes opened halfway, but I shook my head and kissed his nose. "Go back to sleep baby." He rolled over and was sleeping in an instant.

Smiling, I walked around the apartment, poking my head into rooms, looking for Trunks. I found him outside on the small balcony off our bedroom.

"Mornin' Briefs," I said.

He opened his arms wide and I walked into them. "I think we missed morning. It's two in the afternoon."

I laughed and pulled away. "Oh well. I guess that's true."

"You know Mar," he said, his gaze turned back toward the sky, "I don't think 'Ten realizes how lucky he is."

Oh SHIT. "What do you mean by that?" Boy aren't I the brave one?

"Well come on. He's engaged to the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, perfect woman in the entire universe."

I panicked. 'Stay sleeping 'Ten. Please stay sleeping.' If Goten heard exactly what Trunks was saying, Trunks would be in a heap of ashes on the ground. And if that was bad, it was nothing compared to what Trunks Vegeta 'I-wanna-die' Briefs did next.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. And then he kissed me. He fucking kissed me. But the worst thing was, I didn't do a damn thing about it.

I pulled away and ran. I ran to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth. Three times. And used a half a bottle of Listerine.

I jumped, literally, into the shower, took off all my clothes, turned on the water, and doused myself with a bottle of shower gel.

'Ten must have heard me, because the door opened and I heard his voice. "Marron? You okay sweetie?"

"Fine," I called out. "Absolutely fine."

"No you're not." I knew I could never fool him. "What happened?

I poked my head out. "Nothing. I just-- needed to take a shower. Really 'Ten, I'm fine. Promise."

He squinted at me for a minute before shaking his head and leaving. I let out a sigh of relief. Close. Too close.

How could I really have been so… awful? How could I have just stood there and let Trunks kiss me? Trunks, of all people? How could I have done to Goten? Goten, of all people? What the hell did I just do?

I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around me and headed to our bedroom.

"Oh! Ron!" Bra called from the living room. "Trunks had to go to work, but it's cool if I hang out here with you guys, right?"

I forced a smile. "Of course B! Lemme get dressed and I'll make some breakfast." I turned the corner to the bedroom and was greeted by 'Ten sprawled out on the bed.

"What happened?" he asked. "And don't you dare say 'nothing', because you turned into Miss I-need-to-take-a-shower-until-I-washed-my-skin-off, and Trunks got all quiet and mumbled some excuse before leaving. Something's up."

I stood in front of the closet and pretended to concentrate on what to wear. "Trunks had to go to work, and I figured I'd start getting ready. Bra and Pan are going to want to go shopping later." It wasn't really a lie; Trunks did have to go to work (or 'Ten would blast him through the wall), and I needed to take a shower (and wash off all the guilt).

"Whatever you say babe. Trunks seemed really freaked out when he left, though."

"Tired, probably," I muttered, pulling a pair of denim capris over my underwear. I held up two shirts. "Pink or white?"

"Pink. But seriously, you and me know old Briefs better than anyone, and how many times has he gone into work voluntarily? How many times have you heard him say 'I think it's time to suit up and become Mr. President now'?" He pushed a pair of invisible glasses up the bridge of his nose.

My head snapped up. "He didn't actually say that, did he?"

He burst into laughter. "I wish! That would have been the best story to tell his new girlfriend!"

"New girlfriend?" I queried. "Trunks has a new girlfriend?" I pulled my hair into low pigtails and fumbled around the vanity for some lip gloss.

"Yeah, I met her last week. She's real hot, too," he said dreamily.

I held up my hand and pointed to my ring. "Hi. Remember me?"

"Yeah, well, she's hot, but I think you're like, a thousand times hotter."

"Nice save," I muttered, rummaging through the closet for a pair of sandals. "Anyway, she must not be too wonderful because one, I didn't hear anything about her, and two, he spent the night on our living room floor instead of in her bed." And three, he stood there kissing me, I added silently.

"Hmm. Maybe you're right. I guess Mr. Briefs is finally getting back to normal," 'Ten observed, fiddling with the drawstring on his sweatpants.

Back to normal. It'd been so long since Trunks was what 'Ten and I knew as normal. Since before he and I dated.

"You want something to eat? I was going to make something real quick for the girls."

He followed me back to the living room where Pan and Bra were flipping through my photo album. "Hungry? I think I have stuff for burgers, or maybe just sandwiches." I turned to the kitchen. "'Ten, what food do we have left?"

He was already in the fridge, looking around for something to eat. "I'll cook," he offered.

"Hey Bra, did Trunks tell you anything about his new girlfriend?" I asked, keeping my voice down so 'Ten wouldn't hear me. If Trunks was still in love with me, I at least had to know who he was more or less cheating on. I mean, it was only courteous to the girl, right?

"You mean Kim?" Bra asked. "Trunks' been dating her for about two weeks now. She's really nice, and really pretty. In fact, I think she looks a lot like you."

That made total sense. As freaked out as I was about kissing Trunks, I was very, very curious about this 'real hot' girlfriend my best friend, after Pan, had and hadn't mentioned for two weeks. "Are they still together?"

She nodded. "They had lunch together in his office yesterday. Didn't Trunks tell you about her?"

"Nope. 'Ten just did. I thought that was kinda weird, don't you?" She nodded again, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Maybe he didn't tell you because he didn't want you to know," Pan piped up.

The three of us shrugged.