A/N: Well I've did it again. Two chapters in one night, :P.
Summary: Bulma receives an inspiration from our lovable and so very sexy, Vegeta while Marron receives good news.
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Mirai Bulma got worse.
The past Bulma couldn't find a cure either, so the weeks ticked by…and soon, it was nearing October. She tried relentlessly, trying to save the future version of herself. She admired the woman so much, and prayed that she'd live to meet her.
Bulma rubbed her eyes tirelessly, shutting down the computers for the night. M Trunks was sending updates daily, the basics really. Her blood pressure, temperature and samples of every bodily fluid possible. She would wake up one day and be as healthy as ever, then fall asleep for a week and be on the brink of life or death.
Bulma felt that it was her fault that the woman was getting sicker. She should have found a cure by now and she hadn't. She glared at her reflection in the now blank computer screen. Dark circles lined her sapphire eyes and her hair was sloppily brushed back. She needed a haircut, yet hadn't had the time.
She played with the golden band about her ring finger nonchalantly. She hadn't been with Vegeta in awhile now. He understood of course that she needed to work, yet a Saiyan did grow restless after awhile and even she was growing a bit needy for his touch.
She glanced at the clock. It was nearing two in the morning. He was most likely already in bed. He'd trained with Goku today instead of going to the birthday party. Of course, Chi Chi had called, screaming about Bulma's husband and his discourteous ways. With the lack of sleep and Vegeta, she defended her husband quickly and ended up hanging up on the bossy woman.
Standing up, Bulma popped her neck before walking into out into the crisp, autumn wind. She jogged across the Capsule Corporation grounds and entered her security code, Trunks birthday, before running upstairs to take a quick shower.
After thoroughly drying her short hair she climbed into the warm sheets beside the always nude, Vegeta.
When the two had first decided to become a couple, she had always complained it, yet now she relished in the feel of his warm, soft skin pressed against her, whether she was dressed or not. She curled into his chest as he growled in his sleep. Bulma was feeling a bit restless this evening and decided that his wonderful touch was worth his short fuse. So she shook his shoulder and to her surprise he only had to look at her before kissing her and taking her the highest heights she'd ever reached.
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Trunks rolled his eyes as he heard the familiar "noises" next to his wall. Why did they choose tonight to do their activities? He'd been lucky and for nearly two weeks they had just slept. But nooo, not tonight. They chose the night before his Calculus test to wake him up from a wonderful dream.
He and Marron were on the beach of Kame Island. She was sunbathing and he had been swimming, when the two decided to do some of their own "activities". He grinned at the remembrance of the dream.
He picked up the comforter off his bed and grabbed his pillow, walking to Bura's bedroom. He opened the door to find Bura sleeping peacefully amongst millions of pillow and her canopy bed's curtains, which were a deep crimson.
"Bura," he whispered. He thanked his higher powers that she was a light sleeper as his mother was. "What?" she snapped, her eyes burning. "You mind if I sleep on the spare mattress?" Bura shook her head, understanding completely. "No, go ahead."
Trunks easily pulled the queen size mattress from underneath her bed and fell upon it with a solid thump. "Thanks Bura."
"Sure thing, Trunks. Night."
"Night."
And with that the two fell asleep, knowing that no one other than themselves would know of this little tradition that had begun years ago.
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You'd have thought that New Year's had struck early that year, for the entire Briefs' household was buzzing with happiness when Trunks came down for breakfast that next morning. Bulma was fully dressed, her hair styled beautifully and a brand new suit wrapped her body. She was rushing about the kitchen, spouting off orders to the bots as Bura pouted in the corner.
His grandmother was the only one that noticed his arrival. "Morning dear. French toast?" Trunks shook his head. "No thanks, Grandma." He glanced back at his mother who was now on a cell phone, heading to her workshed.
"What's going on?"
His grandmother grinned. "Well your mother found a cure this morning. Like she got an inspiration in the night." (Vegeta smirked from his stance in the shadows, smugly.) Trunks smiled, "Well that's great, Grandma." He patted Bura's shoulder. "What's with you?"
She glared at him through thick lashes. "Mom's going to do a check up on Bulma and she won't let me go." Trunks rolled his eyes before jogging upstairs to finish dressing for school. If he got there early then he might be able to study for his test before class.
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Marron picked up the phone sleepily. Unlike the Briefs, the Chestnuts were late risers. "Hello?"
"Mar! It's Paresu! Did I wake you up?"
Marron shook her head yawning. "No, what's up?"
Paresu sighed. "You don't know?"
Marron frowned a bit. "Know what?"
Paresu giggled. "Bura just called me like five minutes ago. Apparently her mom just went to the future to check on Bulma, who's cured now, by the way. Anyways, she just sent a message to Bura that she's bring back someone."
Marron's heart leapt. "Who?!"
Paresu laughed. "And I thought I was the stupid one. Trunks, Mar! He's coming back!"
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A/N: Well well, he's coming back. Hee hee, I couldn't wait any longer, I was getting bored so thought, 'What the hell, let's bring him back.' Hope you liked it.