Summary: MT leaves..:( In MT's POV at beginning then switches off. Bulma evaluates her families' insecurities lol...Marron writes a lil' journal entry...
I left earlier than I needed to. She'd promised me that whether I wake her or not, she was going to say goodbye. I had waved off her words, yet as I stood in the doorway, watching her cuddle the pillow that she presumed was myself, I wanted nothing more than to run to her and wake her. "Come Trunks." I turned to Yamcha, who I guess had stayed the night before. I gave him a curt nod and we headed downstairs. It was a bitter cold morning when I reached Capsule Corp.
As I had wanted, only Bulma and Ubuu were waiting to see me off. Ubuu had become a great friend secretly. He had wanted to stay out of this whole thing with Marron, so I didn't tell anyone that we were sparring. Bulma was crying and the rain was beating softly against us. I shook Ubuu's hand. "Watch over her for me," I asked. He gave me a kind look. "I promise." I nodded and turned to Bulma.
She took me in her arms as I knew she would. She held me tightly and kissed my cheek. "If anything goes wrong...anything, send word and we'll come immediately." I nodded. "You'll be my first call." Bulma grinned before helping me inside. "Goodbye my son." I waved goodbye and felt the weight of gravity pull against me as I traveled through dimensions.
All I could think of was Marron. I didn't want to love her but I had. She practically made me with that beautiful personality she had. Whether anyone else saw it, I did. It was that of an angel and I loved her with all my heart. I adjusted the controls as I came closer. I would return as soon as I could and I knew that if I worked hard, it would be soon.
Everything was the same when I reached home...except my mother was back in her wheel chair. "Mom!" I exclaimed. She grinned to me kindly. "Oh Trunks, I just got a little tired waiting for you so I brought it out here. It's more of a chair than anything." Trunks wheeled her inside. "Anything get done while I was gone?" I could tell by her uneasy sigh that NOTHING got done. I shut the door behind us and stripped of my over clothes.
"Oh, Bulma insisted that you let her know of your arrival. So hurry up, dinner's almost ready." I nodded and sent a small fax before settling in for a long load of work.
"Oh honey? Did you get into a fight?" asked Bulma, examining her my many bruises and scrapes. "It was nothin' Mom, really." Bulma sighed before setting out my breakfast.
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Marron awoke around ten that morning. She had smiled warmly, thinking that noise in the bathroom was her beloved. She had leisurely changed and did her hair up. She was going to see him off properly. Time ticked away and she became worried. She got up and found that it was Puar, cleaning out the cabinets. "Puar?!" Marron had whispered. The small cat looked up. "Oh, good morning Marron. What are you looking for?" Marron stared. "Trunks." Puar gave her a sympathetic look. "Marron he left this morning."
The blonde whimpered. "What?" Puar floated up. "He left...he didn't want you to know." Marron nodded, calming herself quickly. She walked back to her bed to gather her things. She then noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of her pillowcase. With a shaky hand, she unfolded the paper and read:
Marron,
I guess you're pretty made at this point, huh? (She grinned softly.) I couldn't handle seeing you cry again and I hope you're not crying right now because then me leaving without kissing you one last time would have been pointless. (She sniffled back the on-coming tears.) I'm going to miss you until I see you again and I...
She continued to read the sweet nothings until she had the letter memorized to heart. She folded it neatly back and gathered her things. She then went downstairs, and without a word to Master Roshi or the visiting Yamcha, called her parents. "Hello?" Marron took a deep, unsteady breath. "Come pick me up, Mom."
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Bura rushed downstairs, her yellow bathrobe tightly clinging to her petite form. "Where is he?!" she screeched. Bulma and Ubuu looked up. "Oh hi," she whispered, waving shyly. Ubuu smiled. "Hey. If you're looking for Trunks he already left, about an hour ago." Bura kicked the cabinet. "Bura! I pay for thoses you know!" snapped Bulma. Ubuu repressed the urge to smile at the girl's display of temper.
Bura glanced up as Trunks entered the kitchen. "Well I hope you're happy." Trunks frowned, the evidence of his fight with Mirai Trunks clearly present on his face. "What?" Bura glared. "Trunks left an hour ago because of you." Bulma shook her head. "Bura, he left because his mother's sick and his world needs repair. You know this so don't try and pull that." Bura rolled her eyes before storming upstairs. Trunks sat down in Bura's vacant seat. "What's her problem?" Bulma sighed. "She lost a security." Ubuu and Trunks passed frowns before looking to Bulma for a resolution.
"This family has security problems...you know that. Especially Vegeta." Trunks didn't understand...his mother rarely spoke of the days before he existed, at least days when they were first starting out. "When we first started," she thought her words carefully, "seeing one another-"
"You guys dated?" splurted out Trunks, a small smile creeping onto his lips. Bulma frowned. "Not exactly...we-"
"You were betrothed?" asked Ubuu. Trunks frowned. "How could that happen?" Ubuu shrugged. "I don't know, it happens in my village." Bulma smiled. "No we weren't betrothed."
"Then what were you?" asked Trunks, clasping his fingers together. Bulma sighed, this was the Vegeta coming out in her son but she knew Ubuu was innocent of it. "Well, we were...romantically connnected-"
Trunks and Ubuu broke out laughing. "So you guys were fuc-" Bulma slapped her fingers across his lips. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs! How many times do I have to keep you under control with that tongue of yours?!"
Ubuu snickered as Trunks obeyed. She sighed. "Okay, yes, that's all that it was at first but eventually we had you and everything changed." Her eyes lit up at memories of long ago. Trunks sighed. "Anyway, what does this have to do with us being insecure?"
Bulma snapped out of her daze. "Well, after you were born and Vegeta saw that even though he was around I didn't need him. Plus he got less attention with the way you were always crying. So he thought that I'd find some other guy which of course could never happen. Anyways, everytime we had a child or something important came up he became very distant because he was afraid of loosing me to whatever I was occupied with. Bura's a little different. She latches on to things and gets used to habits, if that habit breaks without her permission, she gets upset."
Trunks nodded. "So what about me, Bulma Shrink." Bulma smiled. "Well, you're insecure about loosing Mar-" It was Trunks turn to cover his mother's mouth. "Okay, whatever. Ya wanna go get Ihop?" Ubuu nodded and the two left with Bulma smiling happily.
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"How ya holdin' up honey?"
Marron grinned to Paresu. "Pretty good. Not much I can do, ya know?" Paresu nodded. "Well that's good. Me and Goten are goin' to the movies Saturday. You wanna tag along?" Marron shook her head, pulling a thick Physical Science textbook from her orange locker. "Nah, it's your date. I'd just be a third wheel." Paresu shrugged. "Well if you reconsider lemme know, okay?" Marron nodded. "Sure thing." She shut the metallic door and followed her friend down the hall towards her classroom.
She glanced over her shoulder to see Pan sniffling over something and she frowned. "Hold up a minute, okay?" Paresu nodded and waved to Goten. Marron jogged across the busling hallway and tapped Pan's shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?" Pan looked up and grinned. "Oh I'm fine...Ubuu...he wrote me the sweetest letter. I just can't believe I never noticed what a talented writer he is." Marron frowned. "Pan, you're not the type to get all mushy over letters."
The raven haired girl nodded, stuffing the paper into her locker. "I know but...I like him so much Marron." The blonde smiled. "Well just keep it quiet...Bura's still not over the break up ya know." Pan nodded and the two departed.
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*Marron's POV*
I found myself wishing for him day after day. I knew that I couldn't live in this foggy daze and soon, after studying hard, I found my way to clear skies. I became more involved with everyone and refused to go back to my reclusive, hermit type lifestyle of the summer.
Paresu claims that I've become TOO involved with people, but has she ever been right? My mother suggested that I write down this experience so that when I'm ninety and can't remember my own natural hair color, that I can pick up this sheet of paper and remember. Bura's slowly 'recovering' from the loss of a brother and boyfriend, just as we all are. Pan has her troubles as does anyone, but that's the way it goes.
I am currently a junior and soon to be senior. Trunks (Mirai) hasn't sent me an update in months and I'm getting pretty worried...what if he's hurt or sick and there's no way to know? I know I shouldn't be fretting over what could be, nothing, but I can't help it. I won't help it either until I'm completely over him...God only knows when that will be.
Until then,
Marron
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A/N: Hmm...still debating whether I like this chappie or not...oh well, next one is soon to follow! Thanks again you guys!!
I left earlier than I needed to. She'd promised me that whether I wake her or not, she was going to say goodbye. I had waved off her words, yet as I stood in the doorway, watching her cuddle the pillow that she presumed was myself, I wanted nothing more than to run to her and wake her. "Come Trunks." I turned to Yamcha, who I guess had stayed the night before. I gave him a curt nod and we headed downstairs. It was a bitter cold morning when I reached Capsule Corp.
As I had wanted, only Bulma and Ubuu were waiting to see me off. Ubuu had become a great friend secretly. He had wanted to stay out of this whole thing with Marron, so I didn't tell anyone that we were sparring. Bulma was crying and the rain was beating softly against us. I shook Ubuu's hand. "Watch over her for me," I asked. He gave me a kind look. "I promise." I nodded and turned to Bulma.
She took me in her arms as I knew she would. She held me tightly and kissed my cheek. "If anything goes wrong...anything, send word and we'll come immediately." I nodded. "You'll be my first call." Bulma grinned before helping me inside. "Goodbye my son." I waved goodbye and felt the weight of gravity pull against me as I traveled through dimensions.
All I could think of was Marron. I didn't want to love her but I had. She practically made me with that beautiful personality she had. Whether anyone else saw it, I did. It was that of an angel and I loved her with all my heart. I adjusted the controls as I came closer. I would return as soon as I could and I knew that if I worked hard, it would be soon.
Everything was the same when I reached home...except my mother was back in her wheel chair. "Mom!" I exclaimed. She grinned to me kindly. "Oh Trunks, I just got a little tired waiting for you so I brought it out here. It's more of a chair than anything." Trunks wheeled her inside. "Anything get done while I was gone?" I could tell by her uneasy sigh that NOTHING got done. I shut the door behind us and stripped of my over clothes.
"Oh, Bulma insisted that you let her know of your arrival. So hurry up, dinner's almost ready." I nodded and sent a small fax before settling in for a long load of work.
"Oh honey? Did you get into a fight?" asked Bulma, examining her my many bruises and scrapes. "It was nothin' Mom, really." Bulma sighed before setting out my breakfast.
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Marron awoke around ten that morning. She had smiled warmly, thinking that noise in the bathroom was her beloved. She had leisurely changed and did her hair up. She was going to see him off properly. Time ticked away and she became worried. She got up and found that it was Puar, cleaning out the cabinets. "Puar?!" Marron had whispered. The small cat looked up. "Oh, good morning Marron. What are you looking for?" Marron stared. "Trunks." Puar gave her a sympathetic look. "Marron he left this morning."
The blonde whimpered. "What?" Puar floated up. "He left...he didn't want you to know." Marron nodded, calming herself quickly. She walked back to her bed to gather her things. She then noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of her pillowcase. With a shaky hand, she unfolded the paper and read:
Marron,
I guess you're pretty made at this point, huh? (She grinned softly.) I couldn't handle seeing you cry again and I hope you're not crying right now because then me leaving without kissing you one last time would have been pointless. (She sniffled back the on-coming tears.) I'm going to miss you until I see you again and I...
She continued to read the sweet nothings until she had the letter memorized to heart. She folded it neatly back and gathered her things. She then went downstairs, and without a word to Master Roshi or the visiting Yamcha, called her parents. "Hello?" Marron took a deep, unsteady breath. "Come pick me up, Mom."
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Bura rushed downstairs, her yellow bathrobe tightly clinging to her petite form. "Where is he?!" she screeched. Bulma and Ubuu looked up. "Oh hi," she whispered, waving shyly. Ubuu smiled. "Hey. If you're looking for Trunks he already left, about an hour ago." Bura kicked the cabinet. "Bura! I pay for thoses you know!" snapped Bulma. Ubuu repressed the urge to smile at the girl's display of temper.
Bura glanced up as Trunks entered the kitchen. "Well I hope you're happy." Trunks frowned, the evidence of his fight with Mirai Trunks clearly present on his face. "What?" Bura glared. "Trunks left an hour ago because of you." Bulma shook her head. "Bura, he left because his mother's sick and his world needs repair. You know this so don't try and pull that." Bura rolled her eyes before storming upstairs. Trunks sat down in Bura's vacant seat. "What's her problem?" Bulma sighed. "She lost a security." Ubuu and Trunks passed frowns before looking to Bulma for a resolution.
"This family has security problems...you know that. Especially Vegeta." Trunks didn't understand...his mother rarely spoke of the days before he existed, at least days when they were first starting out. "When we first started," she thought her words carefully, "seeing one another-"
"You guys dated?" splurted out Trunks, a small smile creeping onto his lips. Bulma frowned. "Not exactly...we-"
"You were betrothed?" asked Ubuu. Trunks frowned. "How could that happen?" Ubuu shrugged. "I don't know, it happens in my village." Bulma smiled. "No we weren't betrothed."
"Then what were you?" asked Trunks, clasping his fingers together. Bulma sighed, this was the Vegeta coming out in her son but she knew Ubuu was innocent of it. "Well, we were...romantically connnected-"
Trunks and Ubuu broke out laughing. "So you guys were fuc-" Bulma slapped her fingers across his lips. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs! How many times do I have to keep you under control with that tongue of yours?!"
Ubuu snickered as Trunks obeyed. She sighed. "Okay, yes, that's all that it was at first but eventually we had you and everything changed." Her eyes lit up at memories of long ago. Trunks sighed. "Anyway, what does this have to do with us being insecure?"
Bulma snapped out of her daze. "Well, after you were born and Vegeta saw that even though he was around I didn't need him. Plus he got less attention with the way you were always crying. So he thought that I'd find some other guy which of course could never happen. Anyways, everytime we had a child or something important came up he became very distant because he was afraid of loosing me to whatever I was occupied with. Bura's a little different. She latches on to things and gets used to habits, if that habit breaks without her permission, she gets upset."
Trunks nodded. "So what about me, Bulma Shrink." Bulma smiled. "Well, you're insecure about loosing Mar-" It was Trunks turn to cover his mother's mouth. "Okay, whatever. Ya wanna go get Ihop?" Ubuu nodded and the two left with Bulma smiling happily.
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"How ya holdin' up honey?"
Marron grinned to Paresu. "Pretty good. Not much I can do, ya know?" Paresu nodded. "Well that's good. Me and Goten are goin' to the movies Saturday. You wanna tag along?" Marron shook her head, pulling a thick Physical Science textbook from her orange locker. "Nah, it's your date. I'd just be a third wheel." Paresu shrugged. "Well if you reconsider lemme know, okay?" Marron nodded. "Sure thing." She shut the metallic door and followed her friend down the hall towards her classroom.
She glanced over her shoulder to see Pan sniffling over something and she frowned. "Hold up a minute, okay?" Paresu nodded and waved to Goten. Marron jogged across the busling hallway and tapped Pan's shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?" Pan looked up and grinned. "Oh I'm fine...Ubuu...he wrote me the sweetest letter. I just can't believe I never noticed what a talented writer he is." Marron frowned. "Pan, you're not the type to get all mushy over letters."
The raven haired girl nodded, stuffing the paper into her locker. "I know but...I like him so much Marron." The blonde smiled. "Well just keep it quiet...Bura's still not over the break up ya know." Pan nodded and the two departed.
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*Marron's POV*
I found myself wishing for him day after day. I knew that I couldn't live in this foggy daze and soon, after studying hard, I found my way to clear skies. I became more involved with everyone and refused to go back to my reclusive, hermit type lifestyle of the summer.
Paresu claims that I've become TOO involved with people, but has she ever been right? My mother suggested that I write down this experience so that when I'm ninety and can't remember my own natural hair color, that I can pick up this sheet of paper and remember. Bura's slowly 'recovering' from the loss of a brother and boyfriend, just as we all are. Pan has her troubles as does anyone, but that's the way it goes.
I am currently a junior and soon to be senior. Trunks (Mirai) hasn't sent me an update in months and I'm getting pretty worried...what if he's hurt or sick and there's no way to know? I know I shouldn't be fretting over what could be, nothing, but I can't help it. I won't help it either until I'm completely over him...God only knows when that will be.
Until then,
Marron
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A/N: Hmm...still debating whether I like this chappie or not...oh well, next one is soon to follow! Thanks again you guys!!