Summary: Marron recieves a visit from someone...oooh, spooky! (Not really)
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Dusk had descended upon the city and one girl's thoughts were scattered and torn.
Marron sat at her desk, trying to finish her Geometery when all she could think of was the look upon Mirai Trunks face when left. He hadn't thrown up as she had thought he had. Instead the same papers lay in the waste basket, dry. Her bed was still a bit messy from their previous actions. She hadn't left her room since then either.
No, instead she had locked herself away from everyone, even her mother. Paresu had called half a dozen times already and so had Bura. Why? Well Marron hadn't figured that out yet. She was too busy trying to figure out her boyfriend's complicated mind.
"You've always liked a challenge, Marron. Ever since you were a toddler, you've always chosen the hardest picture to color instead of the easier."
Marron remembered her father's words as if they were spoken to her yesterday. In all reality, they had been spoken to her about ten years ago, when she was entering the first grade. She didn't remember what caused her father to say those words, yet they still were present. She slammed her book shut, giving up. She'd just recieve a zero because whether she'd admit it or not, she just wasn't in the mood for math.
Downstairs the television was echoing throughout the little suburban home. Miles and miles away lay her beautiful ocean that she had to wait till Christmas to visit. She glanced at the window as rain pattered against it softly. By morning that rain would be ice and slush. She dreaded the thought of driving to school in that mess and decided she'd have Trunks drive her...
Oops.
She sighed, ever since Trunks and Pan started dating he didn't have time for his best friend anymore. She and Goten seemed to manage it fine. Hell, just two days ago they'd gone to the movies together and their lovers hadn't cared one bit. She couldn't figure out why the two were so protective of one another and then Marron supposed, maybe it showed they truly loved one another?
She unzipped her jeans and slid them off her hips and onto the floor before stepping out of them. Crossing her room she grabbed a little tanktop and a pair of boxers.
She looked around her, feeling the prescence of another around her.
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Bulma watched the scanners bounce off the wall as new activity hit the computer screen. "Bulma!" called her past self, typing in a few locking codes. Immediately, Mirai Bulma entered, her hair tossed up into a long ponytail. "What's up?" Bulma pointed a slender finger to the screen and M Bulma let out a shocked squeak...
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Marron turned around and let out a surprised squeak. "Videl! You scared me!" she laughed. "Wow, you look great! New haircut?" Videl blew back her bangs, tucking a few short strands behind her ear. "Take care of him." Marron frowned, rising. "Watch over him like you would an infant."
"What do you mean?"
Videl shook her head, tears streaming down her rather pale cheeks. "Listen to me, he's so sensitive. He doesn't act it, but inside he really is. He's scared of the silliest things, like squid. I don't know why, but he's always hated them. He's still a child inside because he never enjoyed his childhood."
Marron had no idea what this woman was saying and was still trying to figure out how she got into her room. "Who's sensitive?" Videl stared. "Who else? My Trunks...I mean, your Trunks." Marron sighed, "Excuse me? You're with Gohan, Videl. Are you feeling okay?"
"Gohan?! Don't say his name!" screeched Videl, falling to her knees. "Don't say it," she whimpered. "Don't say it." Marron stared as slowly, as Videl suddenly disappeared into nothing. "Oh my God," she whispered, her skin covered in goosebumps.
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A/N: Just click "" cuz I gave you another few chapters...:P
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Dusk had descended upon the city and one girl's thoughts were scattered and torn.
Marron sat at her desk, trying to finish her Geometery when all she could think of was the look upon Mirai Trunks face when left. He hadn't thrown up as she had thought he had. Instead the same papers lay in the waste basket, dry. Her bed was still a bit messy from their previous actions. She hadn't left her room since then either.
No, instead she had locked herself away from everyone, even her mother. Paresu had called half a dozen times already and so had Bura. Why? Well Marron hadn't figured that out yet. She was too busy trying to figure out her boyfriend's complicated mind.
"You've always liked a challenge, Marron. Ever since you were a toddler, you've always chosen the hardest picture to color instead of the easier."
Marron remembered her father's words as if they were spoken to her yesterday. In all reality, they had been spoken to her about ten years ago, when she was entering the first grade. She didn't remember what caused her father to say those words, yet they still were present. She slammed her book shut, giving up. She'd just recieve a zero because whether she'd admit it or not, she just wasn't in the mood for math.
Downstairs the television was echoing throughout the little suburban home. Miles and miles away lay her beautiful ocean that she had to wait till Christmas to visit. She glanced at the window as rain pattered against it softly. By morning that rain would be ice and slush. She dreaded the thought of driving to school in that mess and decided she'd have Trunks drive her...
Oops.
She sighed, ever since Trunks and Pan started dating he didn't have time for his best friend anymore. She and Goten seemed to manage it fine. Hell, just two days ago they'd gone to the movies together and their lovers hadn't cared one bit. She couldn't figure out why the two were so protective of one another and then Marron supposed, maybe it showed they truly loved one another?
She unzipped her jeans and slid them off her hips and onto the floor before stepping out of them. Crossing her room she grabbed a little tanktop and a pair of boxers.
She looked around her, feeling the prescence of another around her.
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Bulma watched the scanners bounce off the wall as new activity hit the computer screen. "Bulma!" called her past self, typing in a few locking codes. Immediately, Mirai Bulma entered, her hair tossed up into a long ponytail. "What's up?" Bulma pointed a slender finger to the screen and M Bulma let out a shocked squeak...
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Marron turned around and let out a surprised squeak. "Videl! You scared me!" she laughed. "Wow, you look great! New haircut?" Videl blew back her bangs, tucking a few short strands behind her ear. "Take care of him." Marron frowned, rising. "Watch over him like you would an infant."
"What do you mean?"
Videl shook her head, tears streaming down her rather pale cheeks. "Listen to me, he's so sensitive. He doesn't act it, but inside he really is. He's scared of the silliest things, like squid. I don't know why, but he's always hated them. He's still a child inside because he never enjoyed his childhood."
Marron had no idea what this woman was saying and was still trying to figure out how she got into her room. "Who's sensitive?" Videl stared. "Who else? My Trunks...I mean, your Trunks." Marron sighed, "Excuse me? You're with Gohan, Videl. Are you feeling okay?"
"Gohan?! Don't say his name!" screeched Videl, falling to her knees. "Don't say it," she whimpered. "Don't say it." Marron stared as slowly, as Videl suddenly disappeared into nothing. "Oh my God," she whispered, her skin covered in goosebumps.
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A/N: Just click "" cuz I gave you another few chapters...:P