Summary: Mirai Bulma and her son return to everyone and Trunks does something pretty low and idiotic...
A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, like I said in my other fic, my Microsoft Word is down and I have to use this dumbass program that has no spell check or anything, only me...sorry!
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Marron dashed about her house, trying to clean. She glanced at the clock upon the opposite wall, 8:02. "Shit!" She was late for her Algebra exam. "Mom! I gotta go!" Juuhachigou calmly shut the front door in front of her daughter's face. "Mom?" The older woman smiled. Even though her hair was cut as a forty-year old woman's hair should be, she still looked seventeen. It pained Marron to see her mother dull her own beauty, something she knew she'd come to hate when she grew old.
"Bulma is getting back in an hour. That gives you an hour."
Marron's scowl did not lessen. "So?" Juuhachigou rolled her eyes. "Marron, you've been a walking zombie for nearly two months. Now go upstairs and get ready because we're heading to the Briefs in twenty minutes."
Marron let out a squeal and embraced her mother quickly. "Oh Mom, thank you!!" Juuhachigou hugged her daughter back softly before pushing her away to run upstairs.
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It was weird, heading back to the past once again. His mother squeezed his hand slightly as she continued to chat away with her past self. Mirai Trunks glanced out the window of the time capsule, watching years and decades whiz by into nothingness. His eyes chased the lights as the capsule began to slow in the past.
Both women in front of him, identical except for their hair and clothes, were chatting away quickly. M Trunks wondered what it would be like for his mother to see his father. Well, technically, the Vegeta they'd be seeing wouldn't be HIS father, yet Trunks father and this Bulma's husband, not his mother's Vegeta. He was dead, gone for forever.
"We're here!" stated Bulma brightly.
M Trunks looked up and nodded, stepping out to help the women out. His mother had refused to bring along a wheelchair, but M Trunks had doubted that she'd give in, in the first place.
Everyone was awaiting them. The Briefs, the Sons (all families) and the family he wanted to see the most, the Chestnuts. And as he had guessed, Marron stood beside her mother and Paresu, hands clasped together nervously, knuckles white. Her hair was up in a ponytail, with stray wisps blowing about her angelic face.
'Body of a woman,' he thought to himself.
The three emerged from the capsule and murmurs erupted, even a few cheers.
Bulma stood before them all with M Bulma and Trunks behind her. "Well everyone, I would like to introduce you to, well, Bulma." Everyone smiled warmly to the woman they all admired.
Her eyes carried a soft hint of sadness and a load of maturity that their Bulma never had to endure. "Well, let me introduce you to everyone." And it began, tears fell and when M Bulma saw Vegeta, she just nodded to him, not daring touch him. He just glared and muttered words that sounded very familiar to "idiot woman".
Eventually they made it to Marron and M Trunks heart leapt.
"And this is Krillin's pride and joy," laughed Bulma, pulling Marron forward. The girl grinned innocently and Mirai Bulma realized instantly that this was why her son had been so upset the past few months. "Hello Marron." The girl continued to smile and shook her hand.
As the two women turned from her, Marron was jerked back from the crowd.
She let out a little shriek before stumbling backwards into the chest of Mirai Trunks. "Oh!" was all she could squeak. He smiled to her, his eyes sparkling with happiness, like a child who lost their pet and found it.
"Hi."
Marron grinned, "Hi." She stroked his hair softly, relishing in the softness of it. "I missed you." M Trunks basked in the words as they escaped her rosey lips. "Same here," was all he could muster to reply. She traced the outline of his lips with her eyes before he leaned forward to kiss her.
"Marron! Where are you?!" came her father's voice.
She backed away quickly, blushing. "We need to go." M Trunks nodded before taking her hand and clasping his fingers between her own. As they reached the view of their families, both broke away from one another and headed to their parents.
Trunks glanced at Goten, uncrossing his arms. "See that?" Goten gave a curt nod before following his older friend inside, both rather angry with Marron, and both, not knowing exactly why...
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The large living room held everyone as the hired hands of Capsule Corp quickly set up a dinner outside. Mirai Bulma had finally given in and was now in one of Bulma's best wheel chairs. She sipped her tea slowly, smiling to everyone fondly, listening to what would have happened.
She would occasionally glance at Vegeta, wishing for a moment that he was hers. She'd grin when Bulma would take his arm in her own and he'd jerk it away, glaring at her as if to say 'how dare you!'. That was the Vegeta she remembered. "You want some more tea, Mom?"
She turned and nodded to her son as he poured her another small cup of green tea. Bura had asked her many questions, and M Bulma was pleased to finally meet her daughter that she again, would have had. The girl was beautiful, and she knew it. She floated about the room, her hand holding Ubuu tightly. She held a certain grace that M Bulma had once captured yet let go once Vegeta died.
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Before anyone knew it, dusk was eating away the baby blue skies into a deep cherry-pink. Small groups were all chatting rather quickly, the excitement from the day was still thick in the air, even if the October breezes were a bit chilling.
Pan blew her raven bangs from her forehead, her eyes wandering about the group of people around her. Bura, Ubuu, Goten and Paresu were all talking in a corner of the yard, while Marron and her mother, plus M Trunks and Chi Chi continued to talk on the opposite side of the lawn. She finally found who she was searching for.
Trunks.
He was sitting on a fence corner, studying the events around him when he heard the steady footsteps of Son Pan approaching him. She was wearing black capris because she would die before putting on a dress. He smirked inwardly at the thought of Pan waltzing into his house in a dress.
"Hey Trunks."
He looked up and saw her blushing a bit. "Hi Pan." She grinned. "Mind if I join you?" He simply shook his head.
She followed his gaze and found it settled upon Marron and M Trunks who were flirting mercilessly. "So you like her?" Trunks turned to her, it wasn't just her words that startled him, but her tone. It was hurt and a bit angry. Trunks shook his head. "Who? Marron? Nah, she's my little sister, that would be gross, Pan." The girl still wasn't entirely convinced yet she nodded and watched the two continue to flirt.
"That sucks that the concert was cancled awhile back."
Trunks nodded, "Yeah but there will be other concerts." Pan nodded. She was pretty, he had to admit that. Her raven eyes were adjusting to the sun and her hair was growing long, a little more than an inch past her shoulders...she'd look pretty with longer hair...
"You think they're a couple now?"
Trunks frowned, "Who?"
Pan let out a little sigh, "Marron and Trunks...the other one?"
Trunks continued to scowl in confusement. "Why do you say that?" Pan lifted her right hand and pointed to the couple who were kissing politely, nothing too passionate. Trunks felt jealously bite him hard, seeping into his veins and running throughout his entire body.
"Who cares?"
Pan shrugged, jumping off the fence. "Obviously you do." She gave him a glare worthy of Chi Chi's approval before storming off. Trunks swallowed away his pride and promises made to Goten and ran to Pan, grabbing her wrist. "Will you go out with me, Pan?" The girl's eyes bulged. "Wah-wah-what about Marron? You like her, I know it!" Trunks glanced back at the couple, who were now talking with Ubuu and Bura.
"No Pan! I like you...Son Pan, you."
She blushed a deep crimson. "Well alrighty...sure."
Trunks grinned before taking her hand in his own and leading her away from the crowd. "Where are we going?" Trunks shrugged. "Want to go see a movie? Don't tell me you want to hang around here for forever?" Pan giggled brightly. "Well no. The newest movie about this guy named Jones-"
He didn't hear her words as his eyes caught Marron's. Her smile diminished at the sight of the two holding hands. He smirked wickidly at her reaction before he lost sight of her around the corner of the building.
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A/N: Well, well, well...I know I said that there wouldn't be any T/P in this fic, but I was getting bored with this and decided to mix things up a bit, and yes I know, Trunks is turning out to be an ass in this but he'll come around...eventually. Hee hee, ahh well, we'll have to see what happens next, eh? Suggestions are always welcome! :P
A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, like I said in my other fic, my Microsoft Word is down and I have to use this dumbass program that has no spell check or anything, only me...sorry!
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Marron dashed about her house, trying to clean. She glanced at the clock upon the opposite wall, 8:02. "Shit!" She was late for her Algebra exam. "Mom! I gotta go!" Juuhachigou calmly shut the front door in front of her daughter's face. "Mom?" The older woman smiled. Even though her hair was cut as a forty-year old woman's hair should be, she still looked seventeen. It pained Marron to see her mother dull her own beauty, something she knew she'd come to hate when she grew old.
"Bulma is getting back in an hour. That gives you an hour."
Marron's scowl did not lessen. "So?" Juuhachigou rolled her eyes. "Marron, you've been a walking zombie for nearly two months. Now go upstairs and get ready because we're heading to the Briefs in twenty minutes."
Marron let out a squeal and embraced her mother quickly. "Oh Mom, thank you!!" Juuhachigou hugged her daughter back softly before pushing her away to run upstairs.
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It was weird, heading back to the past once again. His mother squeezed his hand slightly as she continued to chat away with her past self. Mirai Trunks glanced out the window of the time capsule, watching years and decades whiz by into nothingness. His eyes chased the lights as the capsule began to slow in the past.
Both women in front of him, identical except for their hair and clothes, were chatting away quickly. M Trunks wondered what it would be like for his mother to see his father. Well, technically, the Vegeta they'd be seeing wouldn't be HIS father, yet Trunks father and this Bulma's husband, not his mother's Vegeta. He was dead, gone for forever.
"We're here!" stated Bulma brightly.
M Trunks looked up and nodded, stepping out to help the women out. His mother had refused to bring along a wheelchair, but M Trunks had doubted that she'd give in, in the first place.
Everyone was awaiting them. The Briefs, the Sons (all families) and the family he wanted to see the most, the Chestnuts. And as he had guessed, Marron stood beside her mother and Paresu, hands clasped together nervously, knuckles white. Her hair was up in a ponytail, with stray wisps blowing about her angelic face.
'Body of a woman,' he thought to himself.
The three emerged from the capsule and murmurs erupted, even a few cheers.
Bulma stood before them all with M Bulma and Trunks behind her. "Well everyone, I would like to introduce you to, well, Bulma." Everyone smiled warmly to the woman they all admired.
Her eyes carried a soft hint of sadness and a load of maturity that their Bulma never had to endure. "Well, let me introduce you to everyone." And it began, tears fell and when M Bulma saw Vegeta, she just nodded to him, not daring touch him. He just glared and muttered words that sounded very familiar to "idiot woman".
Eventually they made it to Marron and M Trunks heart leapt.
"And this is Krillin's pride and joy," laughed Bulma, pulling Marron forward. The girl grinned innocently and Mirai Bulma realized instantly that this was why her son had been so upset the past few months. "Hello Marron." The girl continued to smile and shook her hand.
As the two women turned from her, Marron was jerked back from the crowd.
She let out a little shriek before stumbling backwards into the chest of Mirai Trunks. "Oh!" was all she could squeak. He smiled to her, his eyes sparkling with happiness, like a child who lost their pet and found it.
"Hi."
Marron grinned, "Hi." She stroked his hair softly, relishing in the softness of it. "I missed you." M Trunks basked in the words as they escaped her rosey lips. "Same here," was all he could muster to reply. She traced the outline of his lips with her eyes before he leaned forward to kiss her.
"Marron! Where are you?!" came her father's voice.
She backed away quickly, blushing. "We need to go." M Trunks nodded before taking her hand and clasping his fingers between her own. As they reached the view of their families, both broke away from one another and headed to their parents.
Trunks glanced at Goten, uncrossing his arms. "See that?" Goten gave a curt nod before following his older friend inside, both rather angry with Marron, and both, not knowing exactly why...
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The large living room held everyone as the hired hands of Capsule Corp quickly set up a dinner outside. Mirai Bulma had finally given in and was now in one of Bulma's best wheel chairs. She sipped her tea slowly, smiling to everyone fondly, listening to what would have happened.
She would occasionally glance at Vegeta, wishing for a moment that he was hers. She'd grin when Bulma would take his arm in her own and he'd jerk it away, glaring at her as if to say 'how dare you!'. That was the Vegeta she remembered. "You want some more tea, Mom?"
She turned and nodded to her son as he poured her another small cup of green tea. Bura had asked her many questions, and M Bulma was pleased to finally meet her daughter that she again, would have had. The girl was beautiful, and she knew it. She floated about the room, her hand holding Ubuu tightly. She held a certain grace that M Bulma had once captured yet let go once Vegeta died.
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Before anyone knew it, dusk was eating away the baby blue skies into a deep cherry-pink. Small groups were all chatting rather quickly, the excitement from the day was still thick in the air, even if the October breezes were a bit chilling.
Pan blew her raven bangs from her forehead, her eyes wandering about the group of people around her. Bura, Ubuu, Goten and Paresu were all talking in a corner of the yard, while Marron and her mother, plus M Trunks and Chi Chi continued to talk on the opposite side of the lawn. She finally found who she was searching for.
Trunks.
He was sitting on a fence corner, studying the events around him when he heard the steady footsteps of Son Pan approaching him. She was wearing black capris because she would die before putting on a dress. He smirked inwardly at the thought of Pan waltzing into his house in a dress.
"Hey Trunks."
He looked up and saw her blushing a bit. "Hi Pan." She grinned. "Mind if I join you?" He simply shook his head.
She followed his gaze and found it settled upon Marron and M Trunks who were flirting mercilessly. "So you like her?" Trunks turned to her, it wasn't just her words that startled him, but her tone. It was hurt and a bit angry. Trunks shook his head. "Who? Marron? Nah, she's my little sister, that would be gross, Pan." The girl still wasn't entirely convinced yet she nodded and watched the two continue to flirt.
"That sucks that the concert was cancled awhile back."
Trunks nodded, "Yeah but there will be other concerts." Pan nodded. She was pretty, he had to admit that. Her raven eyes were adjusting to the sun and her hair was growing long, a little more than an inch past her shoulders...she'd look pretty with longer hair...
"You think they're a couple now?"
Trunks frowned, "Who?"
Pan let out a little sigh, "Marron and Trunks...the other one?"
Trunks continued to scowl in confusement. "Why do you say that?" Pan lifted her right hand and pointed to the couple who were kissing politely, nothing too passionate. Trunks felt jealously bite him hard, seeping into his veins and running throughout his entire body.
"Who cares?"
Pan shrugged, jumping off the fence. "Obviously you do." She gave him a glare worthy of Chi Chi's approval before storming off. Trunks swallowed away his pride and promises made to Goten and ran to Pan, grabbing her wrist. "Will you go out with me, Pan?" The girl's eyes bulged. "Wah-wah-what about Marron? You like her, I know it!" Trunks glanced back at the couple, who were now talking with Ubuu and Bura.
"No Pan! I like you...Son Pan, you."
She blushed a deep crimson. "Well alrighty...sure."
Trunks grinned before taking her hand in his own and leading her away from the crowd. "Where are we going?" Trunks shrugged. "Want to go see a movie? Don't tell me you want to hang around here for forever?" Pan giggled brightly. "Well no. The newest movie about this guy named Jones-"
He didn't hear her words as his eyes caught Marron's. Her smile diminished at the sight of the two holding hands. He smirked wickidly at her reaction before he lost sight of her around the corner of the building.
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A/N: Well, well, well...I know I said that there wouldn't be any T/P in this fic, but I was getting bored with this and decided to mix things up a bit, and yes I know, Trunks is turning out to be an ass in this but he'll come around...eventually. Hee hee, ahh well, we'll have to see what happens next, eh? Suggestions are always welcome! :P