Summary: Just Marron and M Trunks feelings after his departure. Also, Pan's birthday plans are canceled.
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So she was going, it was that simple. There was no but, or if about it. He wasn't coming back for a while, so why not enjoy herself?
Marron gazed longingly out her bedroom window, awaiting the already late Paresu. Goten was lying on her bed, flipping through her collection of CDs. He was muttering comments to himself every few seconds when a certain CD caught his eye. Marron let out a soft sigh, her eyes slowly falling closed.
Remembering was one of Marron's best skills. She could remember any event so effortlessly, yet she didn't feel like remembering anything right now, she felt like sitting there, feeling sorry for herself.
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"Here you go."
Bulma leaned forward and sipped the warm, soothing tea. Her head was pounding and her throat was swelling rapidly. Her son had just arrived home only an hour prior and she was feeling much better. She grinned to him as she set the small cup down.
"You didn't have to come."
Trunks shrugged, jerking his head to the side, tossing his lavender locks away from his worrying eyes.
"What's wrong, Trunks?"
He shook his head, a fake smile plastered to his lips. "What do you mean, Mom?"
Bulma shrugged a bit, taking another sip. "You just seem…what's the word, gloomy?"
Trunks chuckled a bit, sitting down beside her, and taking her so very soft hands in his own. "I'm fine. How are YOU?" Bulma sighed shakily. "I'm fine. I feel a lot better now that you are here, dear." Trunks grinned, giving her hand a confident squeeze. "How was it? Seeing everyone again?"
Trunks shrugged a bit. "Weird. They were all so…alive." Bulma nodded, taking another sip.
"I actually met someone." Trunks eyes darted to his mother's hand as she set down her cup again. "Oh really? Who?" Trunks sighed a bit.
"Marron."
Bulma frowned a bit. "The android's daughter?" Trunks nodded.
"Well, what was she like?" asked Bulma curiously. Trunks shrugged hesitantly. "Not metal or anything. More human than I could have ever imagined. She's just like Bulma's letters described, blonde, blue eyes. She looks a lot like Juuhachigou." Bulma nodded. "Really? I figured she'd be like Krillin!"
The aqua haired vixen began to laugh, sipping her tea again. Trunks grinned sheepishly, letting go of her hand. "No. She was really something." Bulma noted at the very faint, sound of affection in his voice. It reminded her a bit of Vegeta's voice when Trunks had been born. He had rejected baby of course, yet he his voice broke a bit in his outburst.
"How's Vegeta?"
"The same as you described him. Complaining mostly, he really didn't say much to me. He and Bulma got into a fight. That's about it."
Bulma nodded slowly, pain filled memories flooding her mind. "Well, I think I'm going to rest now."
Trunks nodded, kissing her forehead softly. "Why don't you lay down too, honey?" Trunks shook his head. "No. I think I'll wait until Bulma sends a reply to your report. Maybe she can figure out something that we couldn't." Bulma nodded as she rolled over, letting sleep take her away.
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Trunks sat upon a cliff overseeing West City. His eyes studied the area carefully, noting the buildings that were in the past that were now gone, the way the sun could shine through so much easier than it once had when the buildings hid the city from the evening's sunlight, hinting the name "West" City.
He clasped his fingers together, watching people scurry home before dark, before supper to their families. Would he ever have a family? It would be weird. Never aging. Bulma suggested that he marry a girl in the past, yet he wasn't sure.
Marron.
The name suddenly pounded into his head at the thought of marriage. He didn't know why either. He'd only ever considered marrying one woman, and that was Videl, yet she too was gone. He'd only known the blonde for a few days and was already considering marriage?
If she knew he was thinking these thoughts she'd probably get scared of the commitment so soon, he knew he would if she were thinking this. He wondered what she thought of him. Maybe he was just another boy? Plus, he had noticed that his past self had his eyes set out for her as well, and may even have a better chance than he.
His heart panged with a jealousy he had only felt with Gohan and Videl. He picked up a rather large rock and threw it into the air, watching it soar into the darkening sky until it was gone from his perfect eyesight.
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Marron walked down her steps, listening to Paresu's laughter, ringing upstairs to meet her own ears. Goten was in his room, getting his jacket as the Krillin spoke with his girlfriend.
"Kids!" came Chi Chi's shrill voice.
Marron and Paresu nodded to each other a moment in recognition before racing to the living room in unison. They just barely caught the report from a bright red head named Mia Watson.
"And this latest story in West City events is directed to our younger age group. Tonight's concert at Capsule Corp. Stadium was canceled. The band performing, Good Charlotte, said that the cancellation was due to an illness in the band. The sickness was detected as food poisoning. The poisoning was not deliberate says West City's Food and Health Department manager, Dr. James Thompson…"
Marron couldn't help but a feel a bit relieved, yet some sympathy towards Pan at the same time. "That sucks."
Marron turned to Paresu who had her arms crossed angrily. "They couldn't delay it a bit? I mean, c'mon." The adults wandered back into the kitchen while Goten wrapped his arms around Paresu's hips. "Well, why don't we all find something else to do, then? I mean it's only four thirty."
Just then the phone rang loudly. Juuhachigou glided to the wall where the phone was attached and answered. "Hello?"
She smiled and handed the phone to Marron. "Hello?"
"Hi Marron, it's Bura."
"Hey Bura. Did you see the news?"
There was a long sigh. "Regretfully yes. I called the Son house and they all said that they were just going to have a party at their house either tonight or tomorrow, but my parents aren't going."
Marron frowned. "Why not?"
"Well I guess Mom's busy researching the other Bulma's reports and Dad won't go if Mom doesn't make him and she's too busy to care right now, so it will just be me."
"Trunks isn't going?"
"Who knows or cares? He's been an ass ever since he got home for lunch. He's been in his room, listening to music all day. I think he's pouting about something. Maybe he misses Trunks more than he puts on?"
Marron couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, sure."
Bura giggled a bit, timidly. She then became serious again. "How are you dealing with it?"
Marron frowned again. "With what? Trunks being gone?"
Bura simply replied with, "Uh huh."
"I'm fine. It's not like we were together. I mean, I don't even know if he liked me, Bura."
The younger girl snorted. "Yeah, well. I'll call you in a bit, once I find out what's really going on."
Marron agreed and hung up.
"Well, there will be a party either tonight or tomorrow at Pan's instead." The couple nodded slowly. Paresu gave Goten a look and sighed. "Well, I think I might go home and change into something more comfortable. I'll see you guys in awhile." She then smiled to Goten playfully. "Care to walk me out?" The demi-Saiyan nodded goofily.
Marron gave the two a soft smile before heading back to her room to change.
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Goten tapped on Marron's door lightly, wanting to thank her for the past week.
"Yes?"
She opened the door quickly, looking prettier than ever. Her blonde hair hung loosely about her face as her eyes hinted dejection. Goten smiled compassionately to her, telling her that the party would be tomorrow from noon to six.
"I also wanted to say thanks, Marron."
Her eyes lit up a bit. "You want to come in?" Goten shrugged and she grabbed his arm, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him hurriedly. She sat down on her bed softly as he leaned against the opposite wall. "So you and Trunks got into another fight?"
Marron nodded, grabbing a pillow for a bit of security. "Yeah. He called me a bimbo."
Goten felt a rush of anger. "He what?" Marron sighed helplessly. "Yeah, said that I throw myself at the newest fling. Said that Trunks has no backbone." Goten crossed the room and put his arm around her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. "Well fuck him, Marron. The guy likes you, both do. And if he's not going to support you when your upset, then just blow him off, don't let it bother you."
Marron fought tears as he hugged her again. Marron breathed in his sweet cologne. "Thanks Goten." He backed away, wiping away the now falling tears. "You want me to talk to him?" Marron shook her head. "No. I think I'll take your advice and blow it off. I think we all have our moments and that was just his dad coming out in him." Goten nodded, standing up to leave.
"If you need anything, Marron…I'm here for one more night."
Marron nodded as he shut the door. Her heart felt a little nip of jealousy. Paresu didn't know what she had, but whatever it was, it was great and she shouldn't take Goten for granted.
Curling underneath the warm comforters, Marron decided she'd sleep away everything. Monday was school and she'd have to ready herself for another year. She wasn't nervous, just a bit cheerless that summer was ending and fall would take her back to West City.
Every year her family moved to their house in West City that was two miles from the school. They'd had lived there since she turned eight. Now Kame Island was only a summer and holiday retreat. She curled against her pillow restlessly, letting sleep ease her away.
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A/N: Well again she's depressed. I know she gets like that often, but don't worry. She won't be for long. :P