A/N: Well, finally I got to update. Sorry guys! I have had a ton of homework, teachers took advantage of this holiday, so yeah. Anyways, I wanna apologize again. I'm usually pretty good with updating!

Summary: Beginning of the chapter is in MT's POV. Then it switches off once we go to Vegeta and Trunks lil part. Pretty much M Bulma gets sick and our hottie has to leave to help her.

It was a normal morning, like every other morning I had awakened at the Briefs house. I was finally getting used to Bura's constant stereo and the usual consistency of the ever present visitors among the large building that my past family called their home. I could tell everyone except Vegeta was awake now and I figured that I might as well get up too.

I glanced at my puffy face in the mirror and decided that my face had seen better days…I shouldn't have been up so late. I smirked at the very thought. I could still remember her body pressed against mine, the warmth that spread over me at that moment when our bodies connected was almost overbearing.

It scared me a bit, to even think this way. To even consider going into a relationship. I didn't know how long I would be here and there was no point in breaking the poor girl's heart if I had to leave before we could even start. I thought these unsettling thoughts as I pulled on a pair of clean clothes and padded barefoot downstairs to the welcoming scent of breakfast.

I didn't expect such solemn faces when I reached the table. The only one to show any difference in emotion was my past self, who seemed to be a bit smug with the current situation. I felt a bit uneasy yet sat down, muttering a few greetings as I helped myself to several large helpings of pancakes.

Bura was in the corner of the kitchen, chatting away to someone about me. She continued to glance a me, replying, "I'll have to tell you once Mom tells him. Okay. Uh huh."

I glanced sideways at Bulma and met eyes that matched my own. Only hers were full of large, alligator tears. "What's wrong, Bulma?" She smiled a bit before taking my hand in hers, which was worryingly cold. "There's a problem, Trunks." I frowned with unease as she continued, I could feel my past self's eyes burning into my skull with a sort of resentment that I couldn't understand.

"Your mother…me…is sick in the future. With what? I have no idea. The results haven't come back yet, but as soon as they do, we'll know how to cure her." My heart had stopped. She couldn't be sick, she was the strong one, the woman that survived it all, loosing best friends, her parents and a husband. She was to one everyone wrote about, talked about. She was the renowned Bulma Briefs.

"I'm so sorry, Trunks."

I looked over to see Bura beside me, her beautiful eyes, only a shade lighter than my own, sparkling with sympathy. I knew that she as trying to be kind, but she didn't understand. Her Bulma and my Bulma were slightly different, my Bulma had seen death too many times, lost too many and far more mature.

"We all are."

I looked up to my grandmother, her kind eyes shadowed with the drowsiness of sleep. I smiled slightly, trying to grasp all this in only a few seconds. "Thank you all, but I should go to her."

Bulma didn't like this idea. She shook her head quickly and Bura shook her head as well as it lay upon my shoulder. I didn't hear one word from myself across the room as he leaned in the doorway silent. Vegeta was still sleeping, or in some other building, or so I thought.

"What if it was you?"

We all turned to see a puffy eyed, hair wilder than ever Saiyan prince. His arms were crossed and in one hand he was holding a white coffee mug full of black, smoldering hot coffee. Bulma turned to him frowned. "What?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and set the mug down on the counter as he leaned against it. "What if you were sick and Trunks was off somewhere that you couldn't get to? What if I wasn't around to help and neither was Bura? What the hell would you expect the brat to do?"

I watched as Bulma thought a moment, yet Bura shook her head, beginning to cry. "But Daddy! We may never see him again!" I felt a bit of warmth for the younger teen, a teen I had thought despised my very being as I knew my other self did for some reason.

"So what?" snapped Vegeta as Bura stood before him, the same stubborn glare baring down upon hers. I was proud as she didn't back down. "Daddy! He's family! What if Trunks was gone?!"

"If the brat were gone it would be off for some female."

"So? You'd worry too and you know it! Make him stay, Daddy! He has to!"

"No."

"But DAD! We might loose him for forever?!"

"Bura! That's enough!" We all turned to Bulma who had just scolded her daughter. I felt happy that they were going to miss me but I had to go and with that I stepped outside into the morning's brisk breeze. I could hear Bulma and Bura chasing after me, but knew that neither of the Saiyans would step out.

"Please don't go!" cried Bura, taking my hand. I shook it free, scooping her up and in a hug before hugging Bulma goodbye as well. "I'll send word as soon as I get there."

Bulma nodded, waving goodbye for the second time to me as I took off. I wasn't intending on going just yet, I had to make one more stop…

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"Aren't you going to cry over him too?"

Trunks turned to his father's back, arching a brow. "Why would I?" Vegeta smirked as he picked up the large mug. "Well everyone else in this damn house is, I figured you would as well." Trunks glared. "Give me a little more credit than that, Dad. He's just another version of me. I doubt anybody would cry like that if I left."

Vegeta chuckled darkly as he exited the room, feeling his son's strong glare upon him. Something was eating at the boy, he could sense it as easily as he could Bulma's heartbeat.

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Marron sat on the porch, chatting with Goten quietly. He had come home early that morning, long before Marron had gotten up.

"So when are you picking up Paresu?" she teased, sipping her warm, apple cider. Goten blushed slightly. "Around five. Bura said we should get there early because we have the backstage passes." Marron nodded, taking another sip as the heat of the day began to slip in with the morning's breeze. It was a fine morning, just beautiful. The scent of rain still lingered from the previous morning's storms. The humidity though was almost unbearable.

"Why did you come home so early?" asked Marron. "I mean, back here?" she corrected. Goten smiled, looking into the distance. "I don't know. Bulma seemed to want me out before anyone got up so I did." Marron nodded just as a yellow capsule shaped ship came in sight.

"What the hell is that?!"

The two walked off the porch to the yellow, egg shaped machine as it eased onto the white sand. Marron gasped when M Trunks emerged. "Hey." Goten waved slightly before heading back inside, figuring they'd wish to be alone. Marron simply waved a few fingers, bewilderment written across her beatific features.

The teen climbed down and stalked to her slowly, his head lowered in thought. "I have to go back." Marron frowned, her heart cracking.

"What?" He took her hands in his own and let out a desperate sigh. "My mother's sick…and Bulma doesn't know why. If something happens while I'm at that concert then I could never forgive myself." Marron shuddered a bit as disappointment chilled her thoughts.

"Just when you were beginning to be a teenager, too."

M Trunks grinned at her innocence as she looked back up into his sapphire eyes. "Then I'll go with you!" M Trunks chuckled softly, she had a bit of naivety left in her as she was still a girl with a woman's body.

"Marron, I don't want you to catch whatever my mother has. Not until Bulma finds an antidote at least. Once she does, I'll come back."

Marron nodded slowly. "Okay…promise?" M Trunks nodded before she hugged him tightly. "It was nice meeting you," she whispered. M Trunks didn't laugh this time yet simply held her tightly as he breathed in the scent of the fresh morning and lavender in her hair. "Same here."

Marron slowly released him, looking at him again threw cerulean eyes. He smirked, cupping her cheek softly with his calloused hand as he gave her a weak grin. She reached up hesitantly and leaned into his warm hand as she knew that soon she may never feel it again. "I need to go."

Marron nodded, hating that this was the second time he'd ushered those words. "Goodbye."

Marron waved in reply as tears began to burn her eyes. And with one last glance, he was gone, perhaps for forever. Her hair whipped about her in the aftermath of his departure, yet she didn't notice.

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She didn't know how long she stood like that, just watching the clouds as they skated across the lively blue sky. She didn't realize it was even noon until Goten came outside and took her hand, leading her back inside. "Ya know, he's going to come back. He has to whether Bulma makes it or not."

Marron shrugged loosely, following her best friend solemnly. She wasn't in the most vivacious of moods and she honestly didn't feel like going to see Good Charlotte, regardless of who they were or how much she liked them. She had let another one slip through her grasp and this time it was permanent.

She entered her room alone and sat beside her window, peering out across the rolling waves that had always given her comfort.

"Would you quit pouting and get ready?"

Marron looked up to see Trunks, leaning in her doorway, arms crossed. He looked very much like Vegeta at that moment and it frightened her a bit, yet at the same time excited her.

"I'm not going," she replied, looking back out her window. "Ya know, you not going isn't going to make him come back. He has bigger, more important priorities on his mind right now and you're not one." Marron glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Mar, I'm just saying that his mom is number one in his book, everything else can wait as long as she's okay." Marron shrugged, "Yeah so? Is that supposed to make me angry or jealous?" Trunks shook his head, pushing off the door and walking inside. "No, no. I'm just saying that if I were in his shoes…well, if I had a little cutie waiting for me, I would have taken her with me."

Marron ignored the implied compliment and let her anger seep through. "He didn't want me to get whatever Bulma had." Trunks shrugged, "Yeah I guess. Sounds more like an excuse to me." Marron looked at him. "Why would he need an excuse not see me? He clearly likes me, Trunks." Trunks snorted. "Yeah, if you say so. If you ask me, the guy has no backbone."

Marron stood up from her perch in the window sill and walked over to him. "What brought this on? I thought you didn't have a problem with him? Jealous are we?" she snapped angrily, her eyes a deep indigo as they were whenever she was passionate about anything.

Trunks looked at her through disgusted eyes. "Jealous of what? A little bimbo that throws herself at the newest fling that comes around?" Marron whirled around on her heel. Pain and shock made her head spin and she used every once of control not to hurl the closest object at his cruel mouth. "Just go Trunks."

Trunks walked to her, placing a warm hand upon her shoulder. "I didn't mean it, Mar. I was just…I'm sorry Mar. Really, I didn't." Marron turned around, shrugging off his hand. She crossed her arms. "Of course you are. You are always sorry…but I'm still not going."

Trunks gulped. "Because of me?" Marron snorted, "Don't give yourself so much credit. You know why, the backboneless fling, remember?" Trunks let out a heated breath, swallowing down his anger. Of course she'd be angry. He'd just let her cool down and come back later after Goten talked to her.

A/N: Well, how was it? Trunks clearly likes our little Chestnut, eh? I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't as good as previous ones, but it, and don't ask me why, was a hard chapter for me to write. I think I rewrote it like five times and this was the best I got. Newayz…LOL, thanks for the reviews guys! :P