Summary: Problems, problems, problems...:(
Hurriedly, her periwinkle nails dialed the number again. She waited and waited and no answer came. She stared at the wall angrily, she was beyond her patience. She hit redial and quickly became cheery when Juuhachigou's voice answered. "Hello?" Bura sighed. "Hi, is Marron there?"
"No Bura. She's at Paresu's right now."
Bura gulped. Wouldn't that be perfect? Her call right after Goten told her everything?? Now Marron would take up Paresu's side and not even listen to her! She didn't have Pan either because she was so bothered with Trunks it was about to make her sick. AND, she still had to tell Ubuu about it.
"No. Thanks anyway. Bye." She tossed the phone to her bed gently before picking up a pen and paper and began writing a letter to Ubuu.
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Goten flew faster than he'd ever flown. The chilling breeze faded to warm then hot, tropical humidity. That was it for sure. He zoomed down onto the softer than soft sand and tossed away his parka before shedding himself of gloves. He ran up the wooden steps and banged on the door. He heard a few soft footsteps before Marron opened the door, her face beaming. "Hey Goten!" she greeted warmly.
"Hey. Trunks with you?" Marron grew rigid. "Which one?" Mirai Trunks wrapped a protective arm around her hips, eyeing Goten suspiciously. "YOU!" Goten burst suddenly. "You gotta go home! Bulma's lookin' all over for you and I figured I'd save ya'll the trouble of getting in trouble and come get you." Mirai Trunks was half-way dressed in his winter clothes. "Thanks Goten, you want to come in?" He nodded and stepped between Marron and the door.
M Trunks led her outside. Marron glanced to her friend. "Just a minute, 'Ten." The raven haired teen nodded as he opened the fridge as any Son boy would.
Marron followed M Trunks to the shade of the porch. He took her hands and leaned his forehead to her own. "I wish we could stay here forever," whispered Marron. She heard him sigh regretfully. "Me too." She looked up and kissed his lips softly. "Call me tonight." He nodded and kissed her once more. "Love you." Marron giggled. "I love you." And with that he flew off to appear as nothing but a bright streak before it too faded into nothingness.
She smiled softly before turning back inside.
Marron flopped on the couch beside her eating friend. He was already opening his third can of Pepsi and eating his third sandwich. "So what's new?" He looked up, a mouthful. "Nofin'. Oh one fing. Ura kisfed ee." Marron frowned. "What?" He swallowed. "Bura kissed me. Said she loved me." Marron gasped. She knew it was bound to happen, the younger girl's feelings were too strong and her patience too weak. "Did you tell Paresu?" He nodded. "Of course. I don't love Bura...at least not that way. I love Paresu, Marron." She nodded, taking his Pepsi and taking a long sip.
"Does Bura know you told her?" Goten nodded. "Pan found out somehow, asked me if I told. Said yes and she told Bura." Marron felt a nip of jealousy at the thought of Pan. She bit her lip as butterflies constantly swam in her stomach. She popped her toe knuckles, earning an unnoticed cringe from Goten. "So what's with you?" Marron turned to him from out of her cloudy thoughts. She thought a moment, debating whether to tell him of what happened the night before. "I just stayed here really. Besides that I've been sick." Goten took another sip of Pepsi. "Trunks stay here too?" She nodded, not meeting his eyes.
"What did ya'll do?"
Marron shrugged. "Nothing."
Goten chuckled. "Yeah, I bet." Marron frowned. "What do you mean?" Goten cocked a brow. "You're telling me that you two stayed in this house, ALLLLL alone, with nothing to do but watch TV and swim? I may not be a genius Mar, but I do know about horomones." Marron sighed happily. "Alright alright, we fooled around. But that's it." He shook his head as he took another long swig. "And I always thought you'd get with our Trunks first. Hell, even Bartello."
Marron looked at him. "Why our Trunks?" He shrugged. "Just a hunch I guess." Marron nodded. "I guess. Well we didn't." She thought her next question a moment and decided to prep it. "Can I ask you something personal, Ten?" He nodded. "When was your first?" Goten set down the empty Pepsi can. "About a year ago." Marron frowned. "Just a year ago? With who? You've only been dating Paresu since last April." Goten sighed. "You remember Jesse?"
Marron nodded. Jesse had been Goten's first 'fling'. She'd could have passed as a child of Goku and Bulma. She had an almost black shade of hair with the prettiest, crystaline eyes Marron had ever seen. She'd moved to Canada in March and they'd never spoken again. "She was your first?" Goten nodded. "So have...you...and Paresu?" Goten looked at her and grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Marron shrugged. "No one kept me updated this summer, so who knows?" He shoved her shoulder playfully. She scooped up a pillow and bashed his head with it.
Then the pillow fight was on...
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Mirai Trunks opened the front door with a silent creak. "Bulma? Vegeta?" Mrs. Briefs met him at the door. "Oh hello dear!" He grinned softly. "Hi." Bura sat upon the kitchen counter, swinging her legs. "Hey Trunks. Where ya been?" she asked grumpily. He shrugged. "Around." She rolled her cerulean eyes before her mother entered the room. "Get off the counter Bura!" she snapped. Bura glared but obeyed.
Bulma looked up from sorting through bills and sighed. "Hello Trunks." He smiled faguely, something was wrong. He'd seen HIS mother use that look millions of times before. "What's wrong?" She sighed, sitting down and motioning for him to do the same. He did. Bulma drummed her manicured nails softly upon the table before she looked into his eyes. "How's it going with Marron?" He shrugged. "I love her." Bulma groaned inwardly.
"I was afraid of that."
M Trunks frowned. "Huh?" Bulma picked up a stack of papers. "These are the latest scans your mother ran of the timeline...ya know, the barrier between our timeline and yours? The past and future? Well...there's a rip."
M Trunks continued to frown, reading over the papers he couldn't understand. "We can only use it three more times." M Trunks looked back up. "What?" Bulma nodded. "How or when it happened we don't know. You must go home Trunks...just for awhile." He shook his head. "I can't...I've starting aging again! I'm going to turn eighteen in a few months and...and I'll actually look it!" Bulma sympathized with the teen. She had always dreaded aging but she was sure he'd been seventeen far too long.
"And...and now Marron? What about her?! I can't just leave her here!" Bulma shook her head. "You have to. I wish you could take her with you but its not that simple."
"Why not? It was when I gave Goku the antidote? It was when my mother was sick? I'll just take her with me and we'll live there!"
Bulma grew impatient. She'd been in love once and yes, she still did love her Vegeta dearly but the passion had diminished into sweet and loving understanding. "Don't be stupid, Trunks! You know if your mother and I could change this if we could but we can't! You have a week then you're scheduled to leave. I love you with all my heart, just as much as I do my own Trunks. I just can't have you here for forever while your mother has no one back there."
He thought hurriedly. "Why doesn't my mother come here?" Bulma shook her head. "No. We can't take the chance of using up that final flight back to the future. Who knows if you'll ever need it."
"But I'm aging! I get to grow up!" he pleaded. Bulma nodded. "And once we're for sure that you'll be fine, you and your mother will move to the future. Until then though, you must go home and help your mother. From what I hear the world still has much repairing to do and you are the only Saiyan left."
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "I need to think." Bulma nodded. "Of course. Take your time." He nodded and walked away, bumping into a sneezing Trunks. "Sorry." Trunks grunted and plopped down by his mother. "I need my medicine." Bulma patted his forehead and popped a few pills into his mouth.
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Pan kicked away the gravel as Bura continued to cry about everything. The tempreture couldn't be higher than 34 and it was nearly four. By two more hours it would be pitch black and most likely snowing. She turned her attention back to the gravel as Bura droned on.
"And Marron's never home to talk to." Pan sighed. "Gee, thanks." Bura shook her head. "No...I mean that she can tell me what's with Goten. You give me advice." Pan grew happy with that reply and continued to kick at the gravel, watching her breath appear in puffy clouds about her from the decreasing tempretures.
"Should I tell him?"
Pan shrugged. "I guess so. Want me to call him?" Bura shook her head. "He's on his way. I'm gonna give him a letter." Pan nodded, then looked to the sky. "I think I'll go home. It's getting too cold for me." Bura nodded, the Saiyan in her could stand the tempretures better than Videl, who was 1/4 Saiyan unlike the aqua haired demi-Saiyan.
Pan powered up and took off.
Trunks was sick, she knew that. Yet he hadn't called in days and she didn't feel the fluster of butterflies she once had. She landed on her lawn. She didn't know why but she didn't want Trunks anymore. She had set her challenged, conquered it easily and now there was nothing left. She entered her home to find it empty.
She sighed heavily. She'd call him tomorrow, whether he was sick or not. This had to end.
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Goten pulled the heavy comforters over his shoulder. So Marron and Mirai Trunks had done it? As crude as it sounded, that was the first thing that came to his mind. He loved Marron to death and even had a small crush on her ever since they were little. The only problem was that she wasn't supposed to do that. She was supposed to stay holy and innocent and delicate as he'd always visioned her. Now that image was gone.
Did Mirai Trunks even love her? He was growing angrier and and angrier with every thought of it. What would Trunks do once he found out? He'd blow! Goten groaned as he heard the phone ring downstairs. It was early for him to be going to bed, only about nine thirty and Chi Chi was of course, panicking about it. He heard Paresu's voice ring out and he for once, didn't run after the phone to call her back. He rolled over and dreamed the same dream he'd dreamed months ago about that one girl...Bura.
A/N: Well, everybody's got something going on in there life. Well, I've been trying to focus on just MT and M but I had to let you know what was happening to everyone else, right? Well, I'm sorry that I'm lacking in updating but finals are coming up and I've had to study. Eventually though I'll get back in my habit of updating regularly. Oh well...someday. Hee hee. Well please review and let me know what you think. Also, I need some suggestions, which are always welcome. :P
Hurriedly, her periwinkle nails dialed the number again. She waited and waited and no answer came. She stared at the wall angrily, she was beyond her patience. She hit redial and quickly became cheery when Juuhachigou's voice answered. "Hello?" Bura sighed. "Hi, is Marron there?"
"No Bura. She's at Paresu's right now."
Bura gulped. Wouldn't that be perfect? Her call right after Goten told her everything?? Now Marron would take up Paresu's side and not even listen to her! She didn't have Pan either because she was so bothered with Trunks it was about to make her sick. AND, she still had to tell Ubuu about it.
"No. Thanks anyway. Bye." She tossed the phone to her bed gently before picking up a pen and paper and began writing a letter to Ubuu.
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Goten flew faster than he'd ever flown. The chilling breeze faded to warm then hot, tropical humidity. That was it for sure. He zoomed down onto the softer than soft sand and tossed away his parka before shedding himself of gloves. He ran up the wooden steps and banged on the door. He heard a few soft footsteps before Marron opened the door, her face beaming. "Hey Goten!" she greeted warmly.
"Hey. Trunks with you?" Marron grew rigid. "Which one?" Mirai Trunks wrapped a protective arm around her hips, eyeing Goten suspiciously. "YOU!" Goten burst suddenly. "You gotta go home! Bulma's lookin' all over for you and I figured I'd save ya'll the trouble of getting in trouble and come get you." Mirai Trunks was half-way dressed in his winter clothes. "Thanks Goten, you want to come in?" He nodded and stepped between Marron and the door.
M Trunks led her outside. Marron glanced to her friend. "Just a minute, 'Ten." The raven haired teen nodded as he opened the fridge as any Son boy would.
Marron followed M Trunks to the shade of the porch. He took her hands and leaned his forehead to her own. "I wish we could stay here forever," whispered Marron. She heard him sigh regretfully. "Me too." She looked up and kissed his lips softly. "Call me tonight." He nodded and kissed her once more. "Love you." Marron giggled. "I love you." And with that he flew off to appear as nothing but a bright streak before it too faded into nothingness.
She smiled softly before turning back inside.
Marron flopped on the couch beside her eating friend. He was already opening his third can of Pepsi and eating his third sandwich. "So what's new?" He looked up, a mouthful. "Nofin'. Oh one fing. Ura kisfed ee." Marron frowned. "What?" He swallowed. "Bura kissed me. Said she loved me." Marron gasped. She knew it was bound to happen, the younger girl's feelings were too strong and her patience too weak. "Did you tell Paresu?" He nodded. "Of course. I don't love Bura...at least not that way. I love Paresu, Marron." She nodded, taking his Pepsi and taking a long sip.
"Does Bura know you told her?" Goten nodded. "Pan found out somehow, asked me if I told. Said yes and she told Bura." Marron felt a nip of jealousy at the thought of Pan. She bit her lip as butterflies constantly swam in her stomach. She popped her toe knuckles, earning an unnoticed cringe from Goten. "So what's with you?" Marron turned to him from out of her cloudy thoughts. She thought a moment, debating whether to tell him of what happened the night before. "I just stayed here really. Besides that I've been sick." Goten took another sip of Pepsi. "Trunks stay here too?" She nodded, not meeting his eyes.
"What did ya'll do?"
Marron shrugged. "Nothing."
Goten chuckled. "Yeah, I bet." Marron frowned. "What do you mean?" Goten cocked a brow. "You're telling me that you two stayed in this house, ALLLLL alone, with nothing to do but watch TV and swim? I may not be a genius Mar, but I do know about horomones." Marron sighed happily. "Alright alright, we fooled around. But that's it." He shook his head as he took another long swig. "And I always thought you'd get with our Trunks first. Hell, even Bartello."
Marron looked at him. "Why our Trunks?" He shrugged. "Just a hunch I guess." Marron nodded. "I guess. Well we didn't." She thought her next question a moment and decided to prep it. "Can I ask you something personal, Ten?" He nodded. "When was your first?" Goten set down the empty Pepsi can. "About a year ago." Marron frowned. "Just a year ago? With who? You've only been dating Paresu since last April." Goten sighed. "You remember Jesse?"
Marron nodded. Jesse had been Goten's first 'fling'. She'd could have passed as a child of Goku and Bulma. She had an almost black shade of hair with the prettiest, crystaline eyes Marron had ever seen. She'd moved to Canada in March and they'd never spoken again. "She was your first?" Goten nodded. "So have...you...and Paresu?" Goten looked at her and grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Marron shrugged. "No one kept me updated this summer, so who knows?" He shoved her shoulder playfully. She scooped up a pillow and bashed his head with it.
Then the pillow fight was on...
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Mirai Trunks opened the front door with a silent creak. "Bulma? Vegeta?" Mrs. Briefs met him at the door. "Oh hello dear!" He grinned softly. "Hi." Bura sat upon the kitchen counter, swinging her legs. "Hey Trunks. Where ya been?" she asked grumpily. He shrugged. "Around." She rolled her cerulean eyes before her mother entered the room. "Get off the counter Bura!" she snapped. Bura glared but obeyed.
Bulma looked up from sorting through bills and sighed. "Hello Trunks." He smiled faguely, something was wrong. He'd seen HIS mother use that look millions of times before. "What's wrong?" She sighed, sitting down and motioning for him to do the same. He did. Bulma drummed her manicured nails softly upon the table before she looked into his eyes. "How's it going with Marron?" He shrugged. "I love her." Bulma groaned inwardly.
"I was afraid of that."
M Trunks frowned. "Huh?" Bulma picked up a stack of papers. "These are the latest scans your mother ran of the timeline...ya know, the barrier between our timeline and yours? The past and future? Well...there's a rip."
M Trunks continued to frown, reading over the papers he couldn't understand. "We can only use it three more times." M Trunks looked back up. "What?" Bulma nodded. "How or when it happened we don't know. You must go home Trunks...just for awhile." He shook his head. "I can't...I've starting aging again! I'm going to turn eighteen in a few months and...and I'll actually look it!" Bulma sympathized with the teen. She had always dreaded aging but she was sure he'd been seventeen far too long.
"And...and now Marron? What about her?! I can't just leave her here!" Bulma shook her head. "You have to. I wish you could take her with you but its not that simple."
"Why not? It was when I gave Goku the antidote? It was when my mother was sick? I'll just take her with me and we'll live there!"
Bulma grew impatient. She'd been in love once and yes, she still did love her Vegeta dearly but the passion had diminished into sweet and loving understanding. "Don't be stupid, Trunks! You know if your mother and I could change this if we could but we can't! You have a week then you're scheduled to leave. I love you with all my heart, just as much as I do my own Trunks. I just can't have you here for forever while your mother has no one back there."
He thought hurriedly. "Why doesn't my mother come here?" Bulma shook her head. "No. We can't take the chance of using up that final flight back to the future. Who knows if you'll ever need it."
"But I'm aging! I get to grow up!" he pleaded. Bulma nodded. "And once we're for sure that you'll be fine, you and your mother will move to the future. Until then though, you must go home and help your mother. From what I hear the world still has much repairing to do and you are the only Saiyan left."
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "I need to think." Bulma nodded. "Of course. Take your time." He nodded and walked away, bumping into a sneezing Trunks. "Sorry." Trunks grunted and plopped down by his mother. "I need my medicine." Bulma patted his forehead and popped a few pills into his mouth.
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Pan kicked away the gravel as Bura continued to cry about everything. The tempreture couldn't be higher than 34 and it was nearly four. By two more hours it would be pitch black and most likely snowing. She turned her attention back to the gravel as Bura droned on.
"And Marron's never home to talk to." Pan sighed. "Gee, thanks." Bura shook her head. "No...I mean that she can tell me what's with Goten. You give me advice." Pan grew happy with that reply and continued to kick at the gravel, watching her breath appear in puffy clouds about her from the decreasing tempretures.
"Should I tell him?"
Pan shrugged. "I guess so. Want me to call him?" Bura shook her head. "He's on his way. I'm gonna give him a letter." Pan nodded, then looked to the sky. "I think I'll go home. It's getting too cold for me." Bura nodded, the Saiyan in her could stand the tempretures better than Videl, who was 1/4 Saiyan unlike the aqua haired demi-Saiyan.
Pan powered up and took off.
Trunks was sick, she knew that. Yet he hadn't called in days and she didn't feel the fluster of butterflies she once had. She landed on her lawn. She didn't know why but she didn't want Trunks anymore. She had set her challenged, conquered it easily and now there was nothing left. She entered her home to find it empty.
She sighed heavily. She'd call him tomorrow, whether he was sick or not. This had to end.
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Goten pulled the heavy comforters over his shoulder. So Marron and Mirai Trunks had done it? As crude as it sounded, that was the first thing that came to his mind. He loved Marron to death and even had a small crush on her ever since they were little. The only problem was that she wasn't supposed to do that. She was supposed to stay holy and innocent and delicate as he'd always visioned her. Now that image was gone.
Did Mirai Trunks even love her? He was growing angrier and and angrier with every thought of it. What would Trunks do once he found out? He'd blow! Goten groaned as he heard the phone ring downstairs. It was early for him to be going to bed, only about nine thirty and Chi Chi was of course, panicking about it. He heard Paresu's voice ring out and he for once, didn't run after the phone to call her back. He rolled over and dreamed the same dream he'd dreamed months ago about that one girl...Bura.
A/N: Well, everybody's got something going on in there life. Well, I've been trying to focus on just MT and M but I had to let you know what was happening to everyone else, right? Well, I'm sorry that I'm lacking in updating but finals are coming up and I've had to study. Eventually though I'll get back in my habit of updating regularly. Oh well...someday. Hee hee. Well please review and let me know what you think. Also, I need some suggestions, which are always welcome. :P