Summary: Mirai Trunks drops by to give Marron a little remembrance 'gift' before tomorrow's concert.

Marron laughed into the receiver of the phone as Pan carried on about Trunks, the young teen in her coming out thickly. Marron had been at fault for doing the same when she had been with the infamous Bartello. She smirked at the memory. He wasn't much in the brain department, but he definitely had the bronze, quarterback of her high school's Orange Stars.

You know the rest of the story. They were great until someone…(Trunks)…pointed out that she could do much better. Never, in a million years would she guess he was speaking of himself.

"And so he asked me to go, and I don't know…you think it's just because he doesn't have anybody or what?"

Marron sighed softly. "To tell you the truth Pan, I don't know. I haven't really talked to Trunks in awhile…well, actually a couple of days." Pan giggled softly. "Yeah, ever since that 'fight' ya'll had."

Marron frowned. "Why do you say it like that?" Pan giggled again. "C'mon on Marron, you two have been best friends since I can remember and you've never really had a fight…more like a disagreement." Marron smiled tenderly. "I guess you're right."

At that second the phone let out a few quick beeps. "Oh, can you hold on, Pan? I've got another call?" Pan agreed as Marron clicked over. It was surprising for such a reclusive family, (well not as extreme as the Sons) that they had call waiting.

"Hello?"

"Umm, hey.
Marron held the phone back, checking the caller ID, making sure her supposing was correct and they were.

"Trunks?!" There was a soft chuckle on the other line. "Which one?" Marron let out a heated puff of air. "Umm, when's my birthday?"

There was a slight pause then, "March 2nd?" Marron giggled, "It's my Trunks isn't it? You never remembered my birthday!"

There was another sexy chuckle, "Alright, you win." Marron let the small giggles die away before she cautiously asked. "What did you need Trunks?" Again, there was a slight pause. "I have a problem." Marron smirked.

"What else is new?" Trunks chuckled once again. "Seriously Mar, it's has to do with Pan." Marron frowned a bit, suddenly remembering the girl on the other line, but this was a bit more demanding and plus, well, Trunks was her best friend.

"What's wrong, Trunks?" He let out a sigh and Marron knew that the younger girl's crush wasn't feeling the way she had interpreted it. "She was a last resort. I had someone else in mind but she became suddenly, 'unavailable'." Marron let out a sympathetic 'aww'.

"I'm sorry, did she stand you up?" Trunks shrugged, "You could say that." Marron thought a moment, not liking his tone. It was a bit snippy. "Well, tell her. Say that you're going as friends and nothing more." Trunks let out yet another sigh. "I knew you'd say that." Marron grinned. "You always know what I'm going to say." Trunks smirked against the phone. "Yeah…and vice versa. We have a connection huh?"

Marron's grin grew wider as her clock clicked to 9:00. "Yeah…we have." Trunks let out a small sigh. "Mar?"

"Yeah?"

Trunks paused. "Never mind. I better go." Marron nodded, her mind whizzing with this sudden rush of information. "Uh, yeah. Pan's on the other line anyway." Trunks choked a bit. "Oh, don't say anything Mar." Marron promised not to as he hung up.

Clicking back over, her thoughts were whirling by. "What took you so long, Marron?" Marron shrugged indirectly. "Nothing, Goten was checking in. He's staying at Goten's and you know Chi Chi." Pan laughed, "Yeah, believe me."

"As I was saying with this whole Trunks thing, just be careful. Don't fall so fast…maybe it's a group date?" Pan snorted. "C'mon Marron, I thought you were the smart one! Its obviously a date for couples…it is a concert ya know…granted it is Good Charlotte and that's hardly romantic and all, but I'm not the romantic type anyway. Trunks knows that…so maybe, well maybe he chose this as an opportunity, ya know?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Somethin' wrong Marron? Trunks is going with you isn't he? I mean of course, the other one?" Marron whispered a quiet 'yes' before saying that she was pretty tired and needed her beauty sleep. "Oh okay, pick you up at noon?" Marron nodded and breathed a quick 'yes' before hanging up tiredly.

What was with Trunks? He seemed so reluctant to go tomorrow, like he didn't want to go with Pan? 'Who on earth would set up a cutie like Trunks?' Marron frowned, where the hell did that come from??

"Marron! You have a guest!" called Chi Chi sharply. Marron glanced at the clock again, 9:04. 'Who'd that be?' She checked herself quickly in the mirror, soft blonde locks surrounded her shoulders and her pj pants and white tank top fit perfectly. 'Why am I wearing something this cute to bed?' she mused with herself before jogging downstairs.

'Probably Paresu, worried about Goten or something silly like that.' She was wrong.

Racing to the front door, she let out a quiet chirp at the sight. "T-Trunks?" she whispered, glancing at her mother who was smiling in that knowing way that made Marron a bit uneasy and at the same time jealous that her mother knew what was to happen and she didn't have a clue.

"Hey," he whispered, dodging a quick look to the floor before meeting her crystal eyes again. His hair was a bit wind blown as it usually was, giving that outdoor type look. Marron looked back up at him and walked to him. "You wanna, you want to go outside?" Mirai Trunks let out a sigh of relief, grinning that beautiful smile before following her onto the front porch.

Marron sat down beside him, Indian-style. She glanced out at the ocean, her heart swelling with the mere thought of a quick swim. The ocean was her second home and if she could just slip in for only a few mome-

"Wanna go swimming?"

Marron jerked to look at him. "You read my mind." She flashed an innocent smile before holding up an index finger and disappearing back inside. Mirai Trunks smiled a bit, anticipating seeing her in swimsuit again, just not her half dead this time.

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Marron dashed about her room, looking for her most daring swimsuit. "Oh damn it, I know you're in here!" she growled, running her fingers underneath her bed. "Looking for this?"

Marron leapt around and saw her mother holding up her red, one piece. "Oh Mom, I look like a lifeguard in that thing!" Juuhachigou sighed, "He doesn't care." Marron frowned, yanking the swimsuit, roughly from her mother's loose grip. She quickly stripped of her clothes and slid the skin tight material over her delicate curves before grabbing a large T-shirt and towel. She gave her mother a quick grin before rushing back outside.

'Oh my God,' she gasped in her mind. He had already made it to the beach, and to Marron's demise, he still wore a white tank top and (well, she didn't mind this) his dark, navy blue boxers. He was staring across the rolling waves, the moon making his beautiful muscles gleam, lining every muscle made crevasse.

"Hi," she whispered, placing a light hand on his arm as he turned. His eyes met hers and she grinned sweetly. "Ready?" Mirai Trunks nodded eagerly and watched as she stripped herself of the large, World Tournament T-shirt and dove effortlessly into the oncoming waves.

Her senses were screaming in praise to her for relieving them of their need for the water, the cool, liquid blanket which enwrapped her so welcomingly. Her senses were only numbed a moment for soon there was a figure beside her, swimming effortlessly by.

He grinned before diving upward. Marron decided not to risk her game tonight and came up beside him. Flipping her blonde hair back, she grinned to him. "Your pretty good," she commented, wading softly beside him as he used his ki to hold himself. Mirai Trunks shrugged. "I haven't been swimming in years." Marron's face read 'shock' all over.

"Well, I haven't really had much time."

Marron sympathized with him and soon the two struck up a polite conversation about the differences in hers and his West City. His answers would usually end with, "Yeah, well that's gone too."

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Krillin peered threw the blinds, worry biting into his tired thoughts. "They've been out there for nearly an hour, Juuhachigou!" His calm wife grinned. "And if they haven't done anything in an hour what makes you think they'll do anything in the next hour?" Krillin sighed, backing from the blinds.

"You remember what we used to do in only an hour?" Juuhachigou wrapped her arms around him, smiling sexily. "How could I forget?" Krillin became rushed with heat at her tone as she pulled him down onto the bed. "You can't forget," he whispered, kissing the tip of her delicate nose. Juuhachigou grinned, before taking his lips with her own.

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Marron fell onto her back and began to back stroke while Mirai Trunks 'flew' beside her, his lower torso still in the water. "I meant to talk to you earlier." Marron stopped and began to wade again, her body becoming rigid. Mirai Trunks followed suit, watching her reaction, awaiting a reply.

Marron let out a sigh. "I'm, I'm kind of tired. Maybe we should go back to the beach?" Mirai Trunks nodded slowly and swooped her into his arms, earning a sharp yelp as he flew back. "It's quicker," he answered to her questioning eyes.

As he placed her on the ground softly, Marron had come up with her reply. "I should apologize for it. I shouldn't have kissed you. I mean, God, what do you think of me?? You've known me for a few days and I'm making moves on you and…I'm sorry."

His answer was not what she had expected but a sexy laugh. It sent shivers throughout her entire body, making her quiver like jelly.

"I should apologize, not you." Marron frowned, "You?!"

Mirai Trunks nodded. "Yeah…I haven't been kissed…well in awhile, I really didn't want to get close to anyone, ya know?" Marron nodded, understanding exactly. She had felt that way after she and Bartello broke up…

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"Marron, ya know I love you right?" Marron nodded, a stupid grin plastered to her lips. His deep, chocolate eyes glittered a bit before her, his frosted locks lying flat against his forehead. "And we're getting pretty serious, aren't we?" Marron nodded, her heart racing rapidly.

"Well, homecoming's tomorrow and if you want to go…I mean, I'm not going to go if you don't and…"

Marron wrapped her slender arms around his hearty neck, giggling. "I'd love to, Bartello!" The big oaf laughed heartily. "I'll…I'll pick you up at seven, tomorrow?" Marron nodded, as he kissed her softly before taking off for practice. Marron smiled before taking off towards home.

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"We need to talk…it's about Goten."

Marron bit her nail nervously, "Uh huh. What's up?"

"Do you have a date for homecoming?" Marron 'uh huhhed' softly. "Mar, you could do so much better than Bart." Marron let out an insulted sigh. "Trunks! Your just jealous that I have a date once before you do and it's the night before the dance so you're screwed."

"Damn it, Marron! I'm trying to help you out here!"

"Well don't, Trunks! You're always helping me and I'm sick of it! Your not my brother!"

There was a quiet pause then the soft click of the phone. Just before the line cut, she heard Trunks mutter "bitch" angrily. Marron had cried herself to sleep that night.

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Marron looked at herself, pleased with what she saw as she descended the few steps of the house she lived in during school in West City. Quickly, she said her goodbyes to her parents and took a few pictures before she and Bartello escaped to his car and off to the dance.

Marron would glance occasionally to her date, noticing that he wasn't wearing a suit for the first time that evening. "Bartello! It's homecoming and your wearing that damn jersey!" The idiot glanced at his khakis and large, orange and white jersey that read "ORANGE STARS, 78".

"Yeah, so?" Marron glared a moment before glaring out the window as the quiet streets of West City flew by. "What's your probably, Marron?" The blonde glared ice at him, fuming. "It's my first damn homecoming and you're wearing that stupid jersey! You promised you'd look nice!"

"Excuse me, 'Princess' but this is nice. What about you?" he snapped. Marron glared at him, crossing her arms angrily. "What about me? I look fine…no, I look great and you look like your fixing to dress out for a game! At least you did your hair!"

"Listen, I could go with any girl and I don't know why I chose your skinny ass!" Marron sat up, her eyes stinging from the previous insult. "Trunks was right! I COULD do better than you! And I'm going to, you watch!"

It was then that they reached the high school and neither entered together. Marron stormed inside and sat down beside Goten's date, Lisa. She fluffed her crimson red hair before grinning to Marron. "Where's your cute boy?" Marron glared at her as her mascara ran. "He's…I don't know and honestly don't care." Lisa rolled her eyes. "Well excuse me, Drama Queen." Marron stared angrily as the taller girl walked over to a group of guys.

"Hey Mar…what's wrong?" came Goten's innocent voice. Marron looked up from watching the few couples danced to Faith Hill's Breathe. "Bartello…I dumped Bartello." Goten comforted her awhile before he lead her to dance floor and made her laugh for the remainder of the evening.

Well, almost for remainder of the evening, Marron saw in the corner her ex and Goten's date kissing rather sloppily. Goten shrugged, "Another one down only four hundred and seventy one to go." Marron giggled while she laid her head in the crook of his sweet smelling neck as the song ended. Even though she heard her own laughter ringing out as Goten began to sing along, running a hand up and down her back in an attempt to comfort her.

It wasn't until the last chorus that those laughs turned into soft cries…

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"What about now?" asked Marron daringly. M Trunks was taken a bit by the question yet recovered quickly. "I think if you help me…like you said you would…I'd be okay."

It was then that he kissed her.

Marron's mind swirled as the intense feeling made her heart scream as old feelings blew threw her. His kiss was intense yet sincere, making her lean into his chest softly, yearning for more.

Yet nothing more happened, for the gentleman in him made him break away. Not only was the gentleman in him saying 'no' but he was scared. He wasn't entirely ready for this. Did he…did he want to be with this girl for long? And if he didn't stop things would go too far, he could tell by the way she had pressed herself against him, making his body burn.

"I need to go."

Marron looked as if she were on the verge of tears. Rejected twice in the same day?? She stood up quickly, grabbing her towel and T-shirt. "Well go then, what are you waiting for?" she snapped as he watched her from the ground. He rose steadily and looked at her a moment, wondering what was going through that complicated mind of hers.

M Trunks laughed before grabbing her slender wrists and pulling her fully against him, kissing her more passionately and fervently than anyone had ever kissed her in her entire life. Her senses were lost and her knees would have given out if he had not broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her lips pouting, asking for more.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he smirked before taking off. Marron smiled delicately as her stomach swelled with that feeling she had experienced years ago after Trunks had made her his girlfriend. "Marron! Time to come inside!" called her mother from the front porch, her fluffy, pink bathrobe wrapped securely around her body.

Marron turned on her heel, heading to the house in a gradual walk. Yet as the sand gave way underneath her small feet, she didn't feel it. She was walking on air, miles from the earth, her mind replaying the fiery kiss he'd given her.

"Good kisser?"

Marron glanced at her mother, the delicate smile still upon her lips. She winked before heading upstairs, falling asleep almost instantly as she fell upon her bed.

"I knew it," whispered Juuhachigou as she grinned, remembering her awaiting husband upstairs, her body rushing with desire. She giggled a bit before opening her bedroom door and crawling beside her husband to finish her previous intent.

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A/N: Well, I have a bit to talk to you guys about. First and more importantly, thanks for the feedback! This and another one of my fics, The Past is Now, are my first on-going fics to post and I'm a bit nervous about it, but you guys are the best so thank you! Also, I got a few reviews begging me not to put Trunks and Pan together, so I hope that pleased you. I never liked them as a couple either obviously, sooo…that's why I wrote that little thing between Pan and Trunks. Also, did I rush that too quickly? My cousin said I did and my friend said I didn't, so as usual, help me?!?! LOL. Thanks again guys! :P