Summary: This chapter is just MxMT with the exception that Videl is still haunting Mirai Trunks present...
Warning: May be a bit spicy, but nothing bad really, just covering my ass..:P
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Silently the two ascended the stairs leading up to Marron's bedroom, one of the three rooms in the upper part of the Chestnut home during the school year. The wooden steps, grazing only a strip of carpet, were soundless, much to Marron's luck.
Holding his hand tightly, she felt her own nervousness arising. This would be the first, intimate encounter of their relationship. She knew she was shaking and she had an odd impression that he was doing the same. Her eyes turned to find him rather pale, yet his eyes were slightly curious.
She gave him a reassuring smile before opening her door without a creak. Downstairs lay a hastily scribbled note which told her that her parents were out, shopping early for Christmas. They wouldn't be home till late...
"Well this is it, this is my room."
Mirai Trunks glanced about the room. It wasn't as "girly" as her old room had been, since the walls' trim was a dark brown and the carpet a deep maroon, so it was obviously intended for a boy. There was no large window that displayed the ocean either, just a normal sized window, with light pink butterfly curtains (which almost clashed with the room's painting), that gave her a boring view of a house identical to her own, next door. Her bed was in the corner, against the far wall beside the window. Her dresser was against the opposite wall, while a small rug lay in the middle of the room.
Various pictures were about the room, a few posters of the latest hearthrob and some school associated awards. Then there was a cherry wood desk with a computer and assorted books.
"Well, make yourself at home."
He looked at her as she sat down on her bed. "I won't bite you, Trunks." He smirked and sat down beside her, watching her every movement with an intense gaze. "I've been thinking lately," she began, fidgeting with her hands once again. She looked up at him and sighed. "I really like you and I think I may...well," she trailed off.
M Trunks feared for the worst...she may love him and he wasn't sure if he felt the same, so he did what came first to his mind. He kissed her roughly.
Marron was taken back by the sudden assertiveness yet wasn't complaining and laced her fingers between those silky tresses. It wasn't long before their passionate kisses grew to much more. Before she knew it, Marron was lying on her back, and her beautiful angel above her, kissing her so delicately that she craved for more.
"Trunks..."
He smirked his father's grin against her baby soft throat as she moaned out his name once again. Slowly, he trailed back to her lucious lips and kissed her savagely, raging war with her tongue against his own. Marron whimpered softly as he continued his sweet, loving torture.
"So you're just forgetting about me? About us?"
Mirai Trunks knew that voice.
"Don't tell me you forgot already!"
He opened his eyes to see Videl below him, whimpering as Marron had been only seconds prior. He blinked and it was the blonde once again. Slowly he flipped her over so she stradled his hips and she took this as her cue to take over. She pecked his lips quickly before leaving a path of soft kisses down his heated throat.
She tasted the bittersweetness of his skin as he swallowed hard, trying to contain the Saiyan that was trying to burst through.
"You replaced me, then?"
He looked over and sitting upon Marron's desk chair was his first love, Videl. Her hair was down about her shoulders and she looked beautiful. "How?" he managed to rasp out.
Marron frowned. "What did you say?" M Trunks looked down. "Hn?" Her frown turned to confusion. "I...could have sworn you said something." M Trunks shook his head, grasping her hips and pulling her tighter to him. Marron gave out a slight squeak. "Okay, okay!" She bent forward and continued where she left off.
M Trunks looked back and Videl was once again sitting there. "After all we had, after all I showed you...your just gonna let her replace me? I gave you so much, Trunks." M Trunks could only shake his head, fear of disturbing Marron from the pleasure she was pushing him through.
"And after Gohan died...I found you. You found me too. And we fell in love and don't you remember...you know, that one night? I never screamed like before, not even with Gohan."
M Trunks did remember and he groaned inwardly as Marron nipped his skin. "Hmph," was all Videl replied. "Your dead," he whispered. Marron sat up, "Excuse me?" M Trunks shook his head. "Nothing, sorry." She didn't continue this time. "No, you said 'your dead'. What the hell does that mean?"
Mirai Trunks looked over and Videl was once again, gone. "I was just thinking about something." Marron felt a rush of humiliation. "I'm sorry I'm not that experienced at this, Trunks. Maybe you can find someone who is." He grabbed her hips sternly as she tried to jump off. "No! No! I didn't mean it like that, your...your great!" Marron looked at him and saw honesty.
She blushed a slight pink and grinned. Suddenly she was on her back once again, M Trunks above her. He kissed her tenderly as she closed her eyes again. He opened his eyes slightly as he felt the sudden rush of heat again. Below him lay Videl, yet she wasn't as alive and viberant as she had been when sitting at the desk.
No, she looked terrifying.
Her skin was a sickly pale, green as decay had been setting in for quite some time. Her hair was stringy and her eyes were set far back in her head, as if they had begun to sink in. The outline of her skeleton highlighting every curve to her once angelic face. A yellowish white coated her eyes and her lips were splitting yet no blood escaped them as her putrid breath hit his senses.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Mirai Trunks leapt off Marron gagging. "Trunks?" questioned Marron, sitting up in shock. She stared as her boyfriend hurled dry heaves into her waste basket. His shoulders shook in both sickness and cries. Marron sat only a moment before the natural, feminine, need to help kicked in and she ran to him, placing her delicate hands upon his shoulders as he sobbed, holding onto the thin metallic basket.
"What's wrong?"
He looked at her with a gaunt face and tears streaming his face. "Trunks? What's wrong?" Her voice was just barely audible as she took him into her arms. He quickly pushed away. "Don't touch me." Marron felt an intial sting to her heart as he slowly pulled himself up.
"What's happened to you?"
He looked at her through teary eyes. "I need to go." Marron abruptly got up and ran to him, taking his arm. "Trunks! Tell me what's wrong! What did I do?" He turned to her. "Nothing...it's me, Marron. Please, please believe me." She couldn't reply as he shut the door slowly, his shoulders still trembling.
"Trunks," she cried as she fell against the door, holding back tears. None fell though as she heard him shut the front door with a loud bang. What did she do?
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A/N: Hmm...took me awhile to finally write this like I wanted to. Well after a helpful suggestion from a review (thanks Siriusly Blue...XD), I got over that hill I was at and finally got to write another chapter. Hope you liked it, let me know! Oh, and Jess, don't worry, I promise you, and you can use this against me later if you have to, I won't just drop this story, I plan on finishing it sooner or later, just depends on how many reviews I get. *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Warning: May be a bit spicy, but nothing bad really, just covering my ass..:P
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Silently the two ascended the stairs leading up to Marron's bedroom, one of the three rooms in the upper part of the Chestnut home during the school year. The wooden steps, grazing only a strip of carpet, were soundless, much to Marron's luck.
Holding his hand tightly, she felt her own nervousness arising. This would be the first, intimate encounter of their relationship. She knew she was shaking and she had an odd impression that he was doing the same. Her eyes turned to find him rather pale, yet his eyes were slightly curious.
She gave him a reassuring smile before opening her door without a creak. Downstairs lay a hastily scribbled note which told her that her parents were out, shopping early for Christmas. They wouldn't be home till late...
"Well this is it, this is my room."
Mirai Trunks glanced about the room. It wasn't as "girly" as her old room had been, since the walls' trim was a dark brown and the carpet a deep maroon, so it was obviously intended for a boy. There was no large window that displayed the ocean either, just a normal sized window, with light pink butterfly curtains (which almost clashed with the room's painting), that gave her a boring view of a house identical to her own, next door. Her bed was in the corner, against the far wall beside the window. Her dresser was against the opposite wall, while a small rug lay in the middle of the room.
Various pictures were about the room, a few posters of the latest hearthrob and some school associated awards. Then there was a cherry wood desk with a computer and assorted books.
"Well, make yourself at home."
He looked at her as she sat down on her bed. "I won't bite you, Trunks." He smirked and sat down beside her, watching her every movement with an intense gaze. "I've been thinking lately," she began, fidgeting with her hands once again. She looked up at him and sighed. "I really like you and I think I may...well," she trailed off.
M Trunks feared for the worst...she may love him and he wasn't sure if he felt the same, so he did what came first to his mind. He kissed her roughly.
Marron was taken back by the sudden assertiveness yet wasn't complaining and laced her fingers between those silky tresses. It wasn't long before their passionate kisses grew to much more. Before she knew it, Marron was lying on her back, and her beautiful angel above her, kissing her so delicately that she craved for more.
"Trunks..."
He smirked his father's grin against her baby soft throat as she moaned out his name once again. Slowly, he trailed back to her lucious lips and kissed her savagely, raging war with her tongue against his own. Marron whimpered softly as he continued his sweet, loving torture.
"So you're just forgetting about me? About us?"
Mirai Trunks knew that voice.
"Don't tell me you forgot already!"
He opened his eyes to see Videl below him, whimpering as Marron had been only seconds prior. He blinked and it was the blonde once again. Slowly he flipped her over so she stradled his hips and she took this as her cue to take over. She pecked his lips quickly before leaving a path of soft kisses down his heated throat.
She tasted the bittersweetness of his skin as he swallowed hard, trying to contain the Saiyan that was trying to burst through.
"You replaced me, then?"
He looked over and sitting upon Marron's desk chair was his first love, Videl. Her hair was down about her shoulders and she looked beautiful. "How?" he managed to rasp out.
Marron frowned. "What did you say?" M Trunks looked down. "Hn?" Her frown turned to confusion. "I...could have sworn you said something." M Trunks shook his head, grasping her hips and pulling her tighter to him. Marron gave out a slight squeak. "Okay, okay!" She bent forward and continued where she left off.
M Trunks looked back and Videl was once again sitting there. "After all we had, after all I showed you...your just gonna let her replace me? I gave you so much, Trunks." M Trunks could only shake his head, fear of disturbing Marron from the pleasure she was pushing him through.
"And after Gohan died...I found you. You found me too. And we fell in love and don't you remember...you know, that one night? I never screamed like before, not even with Gohan."
M Trunks did remember and he groaned inwardly as Marron nipped his skin. "Hmph," was all Videl replied. "Your dead," he whispered. Marron sat up, "Excuse me?" M Trunks shook his head. "Nothing, sorry." She didn't continue this time. "No, you said 'your dead'. What the hell does that mean?"
Mirai Trunks looked over and Videl was once again, gone. "I was just thinking about something." Marron felt a rush of humiliation. "I'm sorry I'm not that experienced at this, Trunks. Maybe you can find someone who is." He grabbed her hips sternly as she tried to jump off. "No! No! I didn't mean it like that, your...your great!" Marron looked at him and saw honesty.
She blushed a slight pink and grinned. Suddenly she was on her back once again, M Trunks above her. He kissed her tenderly as she closed her eyes again. He opened his eyes slightly as he felt the sudden rush of heat again. Below him lay Videl, yet she wasn't as alive and viberant as she had been when sitting at the desk.
No, she looked terrifying.
Her skin was a sickly pale, green as decay had been setting in for quite some time. Her hair was stringy and her eyes were set far back in her head, as if they had begun to sink in. The outline of her skeleton highlighting every curve to her once angelic face. A yellowish white coated her eyes and her lips were splitting yet no blood escaped them as her putrid breath hit his senses.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Mirai Trunks leapt off Marron gagging. "Trunks?" questioned Marron, sitting up in shock. She stared as her boyfriend hurled dry heaves into her waste basket. His shoulders shook in both sickness and cries. Marron sat only a moment before the natural, feminine, need to help kicked in and she ran to him, placing her delicate hands upon his shoulders as he sobbed, holding onto the thin metallic basket.
"What's wrong?"
He looked at her with a gaunt face and tears streaming his face. "Trunks? What's wrong?" Her voice was just barely audible as she took him into her arms. He quickly pushed away. "Don't touch me." Marron felt an intial sting to her heart as he slowly pulled himself up.
"What's happened to you?"
He looked at her through teary eyes. "I need to go." Marron abruptly got up and ran to him, taking his arm. "Trunks! Tell me what's wrong! What did I do?" He turned to her. "Nothing...it's me, Marron. Please, please believe me." She couldn't reply as he shut the door slowly, his shoulders still trembling.
"Trunks," she cried as she fell against the door, holding back tears. None fell though as she heard him shut the front door with a loud bang. What did she do?
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A/N: Hmm...took me awhile to finally write this like I wanted to. Well after a helpful suggestion from a review (thanks Siriusly Blue...XD), I got over that hill I was at and finally got to write another chapter. Hope you liked it, let me know! Oh, and Jess, don't worry, I promise you, and you can use this against me later if you have to, I won't just drop this story, I plan on finishing it sooner or later, just depends on how many reviews I get. *wink wink, nudge nudge*