Author's Note: For some totally weird reason, Bra is only a year younger
than Trunks in this story ok? It just works better for me this way so bare
with me, ok?
Story told from Marron's POV
I could feel the cold morning air prickling against the back of my neck as I cracked open one eye. From my bedroom window I could see the sunlight breaking against the horizon, lighting up Capsule City, where I lived.
My alarm clock went off beside my bed, signaling that it was already six am. Yet my bed was so warm and comfortable, I couldn't find the strength to get up. I switched off my alarm and buried my face underneath my duvet.
But I wasn't safe for long, because soon after, a sharp knock rang on my bedroom door and my mother, 18, bustled into the room and shook me awake.
"Morning time Marron. Time for you to get up!"
I pushed the duvet out of my face and starred sheepishly into my mothers bright green eyes, pale complexion and short cut, crisp blonde hair. Features of her body that I found so beautiful in myself.
"No school today." I groaned. "Please let me stay home, Mum?"
18 firmly shook her head. "You can't skip school today. Don't you have a math test?"
Having such pale skin could be a problem when you were embarrassed. My face went a deep red. "Um...yeah."
"And you did study, didn't you?" 18 asked, reading my expression.
"I tried to Mum! Really! But math is just so dull. All those little numbers and squiggly lines....it totally confuses me!"
"Marron!" 18 cried. "I can't believe you! You never study for anything and if you keep getting bad grades, you'll never graduate high school!"
"I'll study next time, I promise!" I pleaded. "Please just let me stay home today! Please?"
"Nope. You're going to school and there's nothing you can do about it. Now get up or you won't have time to wash and blow dry your hair!"
I sat up immediately and scrambled out of bed and into my own ensuite bathroom. Even though I didn't really need to, I made certain that I would be up at six every morning so that I would have time to take a shower, blow- dry my hair, choose out an outfit, put on my makeup and perfume, have breakfast and get myself organized so I could be ready to catch the bus to Satan City in time for school.
After spending along time rummaging through my wardrobe, I decided on wearing my trademark red dress with light makeup, heavy perfume and matching high heels and bag. I styled my lavish blonde hair, long enough to reach my chest, in a single plat down my back and hurried downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning my princess!" My father, Krillin cooed as I sat down beside him. From what I could see, he had been training again and was sweating all over. His shabby black hair was wet and his coal black eyes were wide with joy. Even without high heeled shoes, I was towering over him in height. I thanked God every day that I had taken after my mother instead of my father.
"Morning Dad!" I said half heartedly. "Obviously training again?"
"I've got to keep in shape, hun. You never know when some alien will turn up and try to take over the world now, do you?" He chuckled at his own joke. "There's no point." I spat in disgust. "Like that will ever happen!"
"Well look, dear. You buy clothes; I fight. It's just the way things are. So live with it!"
"Will you two cut it out?" 18 said sullenly as she served me my breakfast. "It seems all you ever do is argue."
That ended the morning conversation until I had finished eating and stood up to leave.
"Goodbye guys, I'm off to school!" I called as I darted for the door.
"Have fun, sweetheart!" Krillin waved. "Don't get yourself into trouble now."
18 opened her mouth to speak, most likely about not studying for the math test today. But I left the room before she could explain with me around. My father may be a little bloke, but he had a terrible temper.
I walked into the next street where I waited regularly at the bus stop. In all of grade ten, I have a total of twenty five friends. There are ten girls in my little girl gang. Five of those girls catch the bus with me each day. Three of those girls wait at my bus stop every morning. And two of those three girls actually wake up early and walk an extra six blocks just so they can be at the same bus stop as me. Talk about popularity!
As well as that, there were a lot of boys who waited at this bus stop too. I wasn't really much of a flirt, as much as the guys tried to convince me to go out with them, but I did enjoy male company. As friends only.
I was talking with a group of friends when I spied three figures making their way over in the distance. I knew who they were without a second look. Trunks and Bra Briefs, and Goten Son.
Trunks was the only guy in the whole grade who I was remotely interested in. His perfect blue eyes mixed in with his pale lilac hair and evenly tanned skin, flexed with muscles made him almost impossible to resist. Like me, he was extremely popular because of his money and his charming looks. And also for his success with the ladies. Trunks and I had known each other since childhood and I faintly remember him from back then, a tall, proud young boy with a playful voice and future ambitions to be as strong as his father. Even though I was only eight at the time, I already had developed a crush on him.
His one year younger sister Bra took after their mother almost exactly. She had her mother's teal green hair and misty green eyes to match it. We got on considerably well, considering the fact that she shared my passion for clothes and makeup. But also, like her mother, Bra was particularly brainy and had skipped a grade last year so that now she was in grade ten as well and the youngest in the class. I envied her ability to breeze through tests so easily and still manage to find the time to look good.
Out of that group, Goten was the only one I truly disliked. Like Bra, he was a year younger than the average age of the class, yet Goten hadn't skipped a grade. His mother simply sent him to school a year earlier so he could be in the same class as his best friend.
Goten was just that little bit shorter than most children his age. His black, odd spiky haircut (A/N: Just so you know, it's like is hair in GT, not like his hair in DBZ, got it?) drew all the attention from his, perhaps a little attractive, rich black eyes. Goten was popular because of two reasons. The first was he was best friends with Trunks. The second was that his utterly repulsive positive attitude and childlike behavior made others believe him to be funny.
I was the only one who saw him for what he really was. An annoying, irritating little brat.
"Hey Marron!" Goten called as he and the two Briefs children neared the bus stop
"Push off." I scowled. "Can't you see I'm having a conversation?"
"I like your dress." He added with a foolish grin. Another problem I had with Goten was that he was incredibly thick. Couldn't he understand that I didn't like him?
The bus finally rolled up to the bus stop and I climbed in. Since there were six girls dying to sit next to me (including Bra) I had to swap constantly to keep them happy. So every six days, I sat with a new person.
Today, I happened to have to sit with Bra. Bra could be pretty annoying at times and I didn't often look forward to sitting with her every six days. Yet there was an advantage to sitting with her. Since Bra moved up a grade and left her younger friends behind, she has clung to her elder brother like a second shadow. So if I sat next to Bra, it would often mean I would be sitting close to Trunks as well.
Sure enough, Bra choose to sit in the seat behind Goten and Trunks and I leapt in next to her, Trunks and Goten turning around to face us.
"So Bra, did you study for today's math test?" I asked her hopefully. "Of course!" Bra cried, taking her math textbook from her bag. "I actually brought it along to do a bit of extra study this morning."
"Not as though she needs it." Trunks beamed, showing off his baby sister. "Bra's practically memorized the textbook! She's been studying that book like crazy, haven't you sis?"
"I'm still not sure it will be enough." Bra cried, flipping through the book. "I may have covered every aspect in the textbook, but what if they shove in some non topic related questions just to trick us that are at an eleventh grade level?"
Goten burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Don't worry about it Bra. You're the smartest girl in the whole school so I don't think that you could ever fail a test."
"Did you study, Trunks?" I asked, becoming board of this conversation.
Trunks grinned. "A little. Not as much as Bra, of course."
"What about you, Goten? Did you study?"
"Yup. My brother helped me. Why are you asking us Marron?"
I gulped. Even Goten had bothered to study. I was bound to fail for sure. And what if the teachers decided to hold me back a year? I don't think I could take that kind of humiliation.
Finally, the bus pulled up in front of Orange Star High and we all clambered out of the bus and headed to our lockers. My locker, unfortunately, was directly underneath Goten's. And Goten had a habit of frequently dropping books onto my head.
On this particular day, his math text book fell onto my head, causing it the throb painfully. Through tear filled eyes, I gave Goten my most awful look. It just had to be his math book, didn't it?
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Marron!" Goten cried, helping me to my feet. "Are you ok?"
"What do you think." I snapped shrilly. "You've totally given me brain damage! Just wait till next semester when I get to be on top. I'll smack you on the head with books everyday and see how you like it!"
"I'm so sorry, Marron." He said utterly sincerely. "Let me escort you to the school nurse."
I heard Tory and Jane, two of my 'Goten abscessed' friends, sigh deeply.
"Go with him, Marron." Troy swooned.
"Yeah. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship." Jane agreed.
I scowled as Goten grasped my arm and led me towards the school nurse. Sure, I was partly happy since this might be the perfect excuse to get out of sitting that math test, yet I still couldn't believe what Tory and Jane had said.
The start of a beautiful relationship? Yeah right! On my lists of things to do, going out with Goten Son was at the bottom. No matter what my future held for me, I knew Goten would not be any part of it AT ALL.
I didn't know it then, but I was completely wrong!
Author Note: So what did you think? I know it doesn't sound all that exciting right now, but trust me, it will get interesting! Thanks for reading. Please review!
Story told from Marron's POV
I could feel the cold morning air prickling against the back of my neck as I cracked open one eye. From my bedroom window I could see the sunlight breaking against the horizon, lighting up Capsule City, where I lived.
My alarm clock went off beside my bed, signaling that it was already six am. Yet my bed was so warm and comfortable, I couldn't find the strength to get up. I switched off my alarm and buried my face underneath my duvet.
But I wasn't safe for long, because soon after, a sharp knock rang on my bedroom door and my mother, 18, bustled into the room and shook me awake.
"Morning time Marron. Time for you to get up!"
I pushed the duvet out of my face and starred sheepishly into my mothers bright green eyes, pale complexion and short cut, crisp blonde hair. Features of her body that I found so beautiful in myself.
"No school today." I groaned. "Please let me stay home, Mum?"
18 firmly shook her head. "You can't skip school today. Don't you have a math test?"
Having such pale skin could be a problem when you were embarrassed. My face went a deep red. "Um...yeah."
"And you did study, didn't you?" 18 asked, reading my expression.
"I tried to Mum! Really! But math is just so dull. All those little numbers and squiggly lines....it totally confuses me!"
"Marron!" 18 cried. "I can't believe you! You never study for anything and if you keep getting bad grades, you'll never graduate high school!"
"I'll study next time, I promise!" I pleaded. "Please just let me stay home today! Please?"
"Nope. You're going to school and there's nothing you can do about it. Now get up or you won't have time to wash and blow dry your hair!"
I sat up immediately and scrambled out of bed and into my own ensuite bathroom. Even though I didn't really need to, I made certain that I would be up at six every morning so that I would have time to take a shower, blow- dry my hair, choose out an outfit, put on my makeup and perfume, have breakfast and get myself organized so I could be ready to catch the bus to Satan City in time for school.
After spending along time rummaging through my wardrobe, I decided on wearing my trademark red dress with light makeup, heavy perfume and matching high heels and bag. I styled my lavish blonde hair, long enough to reach my chest, in a single plat down my back and hurried downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning my princess!" My father, Krillin cooed as I sat down beside him. From what I could see, he had been training again and was sweating all over. His shabby black hair was wet and his coal black eyes were wide with joy. Even without high heeled shoes, I was towering over him in height. I thanked God every day that I had taken after my mother instead of my father.
"Morning Dad!" I said half heartedly. "Obviously training again?"
"I've got to keep in shape, hun. You never know when some alien will turn up and try to take over the world now, do you?" He chuckled at his own joke. "There's no point." I spat in disgust. "Like that will ever happen!"
"Well look, dear. You buy clothes; I fight. It's just the way things are. So live with it!"
"Will you two cut it out?" 18 said sullenly as she served me my breakfast. "It seems all you ever do is argue."
That ended the morning conversation until I had finished eating and stood up to leave.
"Goodbye guys, I'm off to school!" I called as I darted for the door.
"Have fun, sweetheart!" Krillin waved. "Don't get yourself into trouble now."
18 opened her mouth to speak, most likely about not studying for the math test today. But I left the room before she could explain with me around. My father may be a little bloke, but he had a terrible temper.
I walked into the next street where I waited regularly at the bus stop. In all of grade ten, I have a total of twenty five friends. There are ten girls in my little girl gang. Five of those girls catch the bus with me each day. Three of those girls wait at my bus stop every morning. And two of those three girls actually wake up early and walk an extra six blocks just so they can be at the same bus stop as me. Talk about popularity!
As well as that, there were a lot of boys who waited at this bus stop too. I wasn't really much of a flirt, as much as the guys tried to convince me to go out with them, but I did enjoy male company. As friends only.
I was talking with a group of friends when I spied three figures making their way over in the distance. I knew who they were without a second look. Trunks and Bra Briefs, and Goten Son.
Trunks was the only guy in the whole grade who I was remotely interested in. His perfect blue eyes mixed in with his pale lilac hair and evenly tanned skin, flexed with muscles made him almost impossible to resist. Like me, he was extremely popular because of his money and his charming looks. And also for his success with the ladies. Trunks and I had known each other since childhood and I faintly remember him from back then, a tall, proud young boy with a playful voice and future ambitions to be as strong as his father. Even though I was only eight at the time, I already had developed a crush on him.
His one year younger sister Bra took after their mother almost exactly. She had her mother's teal green hair and misty green eyes to match it. We got on considerably well, considering the fact that she shared my passion for clothes and makeup. But also, like her mother, Bra was particularly brainy and had skipped a grade last year so that now she was in grade ten as well and the youngest in the class. I envied her ability to breeze through tests so easily and still manage to find the time to look good.
Out of that group, Goten was the only one I truly disliked. Like Bra, he was a year younger than the average age of the class, yet Goten hadn't skipped a grade. His mother simply sent him to school a year earlier so he could be in the same class as his best friend.
Goten was just that little bit shorter than most children his age. His black, odd spiky haircut (A/N: Just so you know, it's like is hair in GT, not like his hair in DBZ, got it?) drew all the attention from his, perhaps a little attractive, rich black eyes. Goten was popular because of two reasons. The first was he was best friends with Trunks. The second was that his utterly repulsive positive attitude and childlike behavior made others believe him to be funny.
I was the only one who saw him for what he really was. An annoying, irritating little brat.
"Hey Marron!" Goten called as he and the two Briefs children neared the bus stop
"Push off." I scowled. "Can't you see I'm having a conversation?"
"I like your dress." He added with a foolish grin. Another problem I had with Goten was that he was incredibly thick. Couldn't he understand that I didn't like him?
The bus finally rolled up to the bus stop and I climbed in. Since there were six girls dying to sit next to me (including Bra) I had to swap constantly to keep them happy. So every six days, I sat with a new person.
Today, I happened to have to sit with Bra. Bra could be pretty annoying at times and I didn't often look forward to sitting with her every six days. Yet there was an advantage to sitting with her. Since Bra moved up a grade and left her younger friends behind, she has clung to her elder brother like a second shadow. So if I sat next to Bra, it would often mean I would be sitting close to Trunks as well.
Sure enough, Bra choose to sit in the seat behind Goten and Trunks and I leapt in next to her, Trunks and Goten turning around to face us.
"So Bra, did you study for today's math test?" I asked her hopefully. "Of course!" Bra cried, taking her math textbook from her bag. "I actually brought it along to do a bit of extra study this morning."
"Not as though she needs it." Trunks beamed, showing off his baby sister. "Bra's practically memorized the textbook! She's been studying that book like crazy, haven't you sis?"
"I'm still not sure it will be enough." Bra cried, flipping through the book. "I may have covered every aspect in the textbook, but what if they shove in some non topic related questions just to trick us that are at an eleventh grade level?"
Goten burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Don't worry about it Bra. You're the smartest girl in the whole school so I don't think that you could ever fail a test."
"Did you study, Trunks?" I asked, becoming board of this conversation.
Trunks grinned. "A little. Not as much as Bra, of course."
"What about you, Goten? Did you study?"
"Yup. My brother helped me. Why are you asking us Marron?"
I gulped. Even Goten had bothered to study. I was bound to fail for sure. And what if the teachers decided to hold me back a year? I don't think I could take that kind of humiliation.
Finally, the bus pulled up in front of Orange Star High and we all clambered out of the bus and headed to our lockers. My locker, unfortunately, was directly underneath Goten's. And Goten had a habit of frequently dropping books onto my head.
On this particular day, his math text book fell onto my head, causing it the throb painfully. Through tear filled eyes, I gave Goten my most awful look. It just had to be his math book, didn't it?
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Marron!" Goten cried, helping me to my feet. "Are you ok?"
"What do you think." I snapped shrilly. "You've totally given me brain damage! Just wait till next semester when I get to be on top. I'll smack you on the head with books everyday and see how you like it!"
"I'm so sorry, Marron." He said utterly sincerely. "Let me escort you to the school nurse."
I heard Tory and Jane, two of my 'Goten abscessed' friends, sigh deeply.
"Go with him, Marron." Troy swooned.
"Yeah. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship." Jane agreed.
I scowled as Goten grasped my arm and led me towards the school nurse. Sure, I was partly happy since this might be the perfect excuse to get out of sitting that math test, yet I still couldn't believe what Tory and Jane had said.
The start of a beautiful relationship? Yeah right! On my lists of things to do, going out with Goten Son was at the bottom. No matter what my future held for me, I knew Goten would not be any part of it AT ALL.
I didn't know it then, but I was completely wrong!
Author Note: So what did you think? I know it doesn't sound all that exciting right now, but trust me, it will get interesting! Thanks for reading. Please review!