A/N: Hola hey! Whoopeewahey, another update! Thank you so much for the
reviews!! Lots of love to: punkygal, Saiyazon, LilMelfina64, and Marron12!!
I love u thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much! Oh, I finally realized that
italics and bold don't come out on ff.net. So bear with me folks. Ok, now
on to the story...oh, and by the way. This fic is really different from the
show...like, Marron and Trunks are the same age...Trunks has a brother, yes. He
and Bra are related no more! (o.O) Just thought it would fit into the
story. Oh yes, speaking of which...onto the fic!
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Chapter Three: Let's Get Down to Business
"Ooooow!!" shrieked Marron as she landed on her bottom. She looked up, expecting to see her student, whoever he was, to help her up or at least apologize...but she was sorely mistaken. She watched as a tall, sun- kissed man with long purple hair, cold, icy blue eyes, a striking, handsome face and firm stride, saunter into his black leather couch without a single glance at the stranger. Rather rude, wasn't it?
Seething, the seriously irked tutor marched up to the man reclining on the couch, grabbed his stupid purple hair and shook him furiously.
"You dumb@$$! How dare you!?" she shouted.
Snapping back into reality, Marron awoke from her short daydream and looked up at her rather intimidating student from the floor. 'He's hot.' Marron immediately slapped herself for thinking that. 'He's my student! And he's a high schooler! Sure, he's mega rich, he's gorgeous, he works out...ooh, look at those muscles..but he's a major jerk!' This roused her fury, but she quelled it when she realized that he was looking at her.
While Marron had been fighting with herself, Trunks had silently watched her slap herself and decided that she was mad. 'That is one odd girl. Looks like a country bumpkin too.' He nearly smiled at this, but then decided that he liked making her uncomfortable.
"You gonna teach me from the floor?"
Marron started at the sound of the low, sensual voice. Then, realizing that he had just mocked her, turned pink with anger. 'Ok, ok. Breathe slowly. Let's ignore what he just said, and be polite.' She thought to herself with gritted teeth.
Trunks blinked when she flushed, and then suddenly cheered up, stuck on a huge smile, and stood up. 'Guess this could be interesting. Long as she doesn't cry in front of me when I aggravate her.'
"Hi! I'm Marron Chestnut. Nice to meet you! I'm going to be your tutor from now on. I hope we get along." Marron said in a rather fake, bright voice. 'Damn, that sounds like a song or something.'
"Hm. Whatever. Just start teaching."
Holding back her fury, Marron stiffly walked over to the low, Japanese style desk that was right in front of the couch, containing one stupid jerk. 'Only two hours Marron, only two hours. And for 40 bucks per hour! ((A/N: I dunno how Japanese currency works...help me if you know please!)) Just spill some work on him, then leave!'
"So, what's your name before we get started?" she asked, trying to be friendly, as she unpacked her books.
"...Trunks." He grunted.
Marron silently stifled a giggle, and asked him what he wanted help on. 'TRUNKS?! That has to be one of the stupidest names ever...what were his richy-rich parents thinking?'
"Whatever." He said, and then took out a slim cigarette and a lighter, and then proceeded to smoke.
"Ok, let's start with math. If you have x2 + 3x + 1 = 0, and you use the quadratic formula to solve it, what do you get?" ((A/N: I know, not exactly high school level is it? But I couldn't think -__-)) Then the smoke reached her. And she did not like smoke.
She started coughing, the fumes wondering in swirls around her head. Realizing that he wasn't getting the message, or, if he was, he was ignoring her, she started coughing louder.
When she looked up from coughing, she saw with a flinch that he was sitting right in front of her. And blowing the foul cigar smoke right into her very face, all with a slight smirk on his stupid face.
"Can you *cough* stop *cough* smoking in front of *cough* me?" She gasped out, waving her hands in front of her, trying to get the smoke away from her face.
"..No." replied Trunks. 'This is fun.'
Marron was seriously getting rankled by his one-syllable answers, and she'd be darned if she let him get the better of her, even if he was sort of hot.
"You-you better stop it right now, or I'm telling your father!" Marron was smart enough to realize that Trunks's dad was not a gentle man. She also knew that it was pretty low of her to threaten her reaaally impolite student with his father. But she would play dirty if he did.
"I've had enough of this." Trunks said in an impatient tone, then stood up, and swept out of his room, leaving a dumbfounded Marron behind.
Trunks dashed down the stairs, thinking, 'Dull-witted country bumpkin. Does she seriously think she can control me? I'm not staying for her crap. Hope my dad doesn't catch me—'
Just as Trunks had been about to open the front door and get out of there, the door opened by itself, and his father came in, looking, as always, like he had awoken from the wrong side of bed. He glared at Trunks, waiting for an explanation.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Trunks's temple. Vegeta was a ferocious man. Even though he was physically shorter than his son, he seemed to grow a couple hundred feet taller, his coal black eyes burning a whole in Trunks.
"Uh dad...you came back from work early, I see..."
"Where are you going? Why aren't you with your tutor upstairs?" Trunks mentally flinched at his father's cold, frosty voice.
Before Vegeta could start pounding the crap out of him, he was saved by Marron running down the stairs. She stopped as she saw a dangerous looking lil' man with flaming black hair, probably Trunks's father, staring Trunks down. She smiled to herself at the sight, and then noticing that they were both looking at her, she politely introduced herself to Vegeta.
"Good afternoon. I'm Marron, the tutor. You must be Trunks's father. How are you?"
Vegeta stared at her with his creepy eyes, and said, "You will stay with us for dinner."
Before Marron and her student could protest, Vegeta swept past them, with the angry scowl still on his face.
Marron turned to Trunks.
"Guess I should call my mom then."
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A/N: Another chapter finished! Hopefully, the next chapter won't take so long. Review please!
Next time:
Trunks, karaoke, and the police.
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Chapter Three: Let's Get Down to Business
"Ooooow!!" shrieked Marron as she landed on her bottom. She looked up, expecting to see her student, whoever he was, to help her up or at least apologize...but she was sorely mistaken. She watched as a tall, sun- kissed man with long purple hair, cold, icy blue eyes, a striking, handsome face and firm stride, saunter into his black leather couch without a single glance at the stranger. Rather rude, wasn't it?
Seething, the seriously irked tutor marched up to the man reclining on the couch, grabbed his stupid purple hair and shook him furiously.
"You dumb@$$! How dare you!?" she shouted.
Snapping back into reality, Marron awoke from her short daydream and looked up at her rather intimidating student from the floor. 'He's hot.' Marron immediately slapped herself for thinking that. 'He's my student! And he's a high schooler! Sure, he's mega rich, he's gorgeous, he works out...ooh, look at those muscles..but he's a major jerk!' This roused her fury, but she quelled it when she realized that he was looking at her.
While Marron had been fighting with herself, Trunks had silently watched her slap herself and decided that she was mad. 'That is one odd girl. Looks like a country bumpkin too.' He nearly smiled at this, but then decided that he liked making her uncomfortable.
"You gonna teach me from the floor?"
Marron started at the sound of the low, sensual voice. Then, realizing that he had just mocked her, turned pink with anger. 'Ok, ok. Breathe slowly. Let's ignore what he just said, and be polite.' She thought to herself with gritted teeth.
Trunks blinked when she flushed, and then suddenly cheered up, stuck on a huge smile, and stood up. 'Guess this could be interesting. Long as she doesn't cry in front of me when I aggravate her.'
"Hi! I'm Marron Chestnut. Nice to meet you! I'm going to be your tutor from now on. I hope we get along." Marron said in a rather fake, bright voice. 'Damn, that sounds like a song or something.'
"Hm. Whatever. Just start teaching."
Holding back her fury, Marron stiffly walked over to the low, Japanese style desk that was right in front of the couch, containing one stupid jerk. 'Only two hours Marron, only two hours. And for 40 bucks per hour! ((A/N: I dunno how Japanese currency works...help me if you know please!)) Just spill some work on him, then leave!'
"So, what's your name before we get started?" she asked, trying to be friendly, as she unpacked her books.
"...Trunks." He grunted.
Marron silently stifled a giggle, and asked him what he wanted help on. 'TRUNKS?! That has to be one of the stupidest names ever...what were his richy-rich parents thinking?'
"Whatever." He said, and then took out a slim cigarette and a lighter, and then proceeded to smoke.
"Ok, let's start with math. If you have x2 + 3x + 1 = 0, and you use the quadratic formula to solve it, what do you get?" ((A/N: I know, not exactly high school level is it? But I couldn't think -__-)) Then the smoke reached her. And she did not like smoke.
She started coughing, the fumes wondering in swirls around her head. Realizing that he wasn't getting the message, or, if he was, he was ignoring her, she started coughing louder.
When she looked up from coughing, she saw with a flinch that he was sitting right in front of her. And blowing the foul cigar smoke right into her very face, all with a slight smirk on his stupid face.
"Can you *cough* stop *cough* smoking in front of *cough* me?" She gasped out, waving her hands in front of her, trying to get the smoke away from her face.
"..No." replied Trunks. 'This is fun.'
Marron was seriously getting rankled by his one-syllable answers, and she'd be darned if she let him get the better of her, even if he was sort of hot.
"You-you better stop it right now, or I'm telling your father!" Marron was smart enough to realize that Trunks's dad was not a gentle man. She also knew that it was pretty low of her to threaten her reaaally impolite student with his father. But she would play dirty if he did.
"I've had enough of this." Trunks said in an impatient tone, then stood up, and swept out of his room, leaving a dumbfounded Marron behind.
Trunks dashed down the stairs, thinking, 'Dull-witted country bumpkin. Does she seriously think she can control me? I'm not staying for her crap. Hope my dad doesn't catch me—'
Just as Trunks had been about to open the front door and get out of there, the door opened by itself, and his father came in, looking, as always, like he had awoken from the wrong side of bed. He glared at Trunks, waiting for an explanation.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Trunks's temple. Vegeta was a ferocious man. Even though he was physically shorter than his son, he seemed to grow a couple hundred feet taller, his coal black eyes burning a whole in Trunks.
"Uh dad...you came back from work early, I see..."
"Where are you going? Why aren't you with your tutor upstairs?" Trunks mentally flinched at his father's cold, frosty voice.
Before Vegeta could start pounding the crap out of him, he was saved by Marron running down the stairs. She stopped as she saw a dangerous looking lil' man with flaming black hair, probably Trunks's father, staring Trunks down. She smiled to herself at the sight, and then noticing that they were both looking at her, she politely introduced herself to Vegeta.
"Good afternoon. I'm Marron, the tutor. You must be Trunks's father. How are you?"
Vegeta stared at her with his creepy eyes, and said, "You will stay with us for dinner."
Before Marron and her student could protest, Vegeta swept past them, with the angry scowl still on his face.
Marron turned to Trunks.
"Guess I should call my mom then."
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A/N: Another chapter finished! Hopefully, the next chapter won't take so long. Review please!
Next time:
Trunks, karaoke, and the police.