Marron's Revenge

By: Sarah

Okay, if you haven't read "Devotions", STOP! This is the sequal to that story, so don't go and try to read ahead!!! Anyways, this is a story told from Marron's point of view instead of Pan's. ENJOY!!!!

Marron stormed out of the Son's house. She didn't even bother to say bye to Videl when she waved. Instead, she gave her an evil glare.

She rumaged through her red handbag untill she found what she needed; A small blue capsole.

A shiny blue sports craft apperred, along with a thick cloud of blue smoke.

Marron climbed into her car and harshly turrned the key. The car started with a jolt, and she slammed her foot on the gas pedel.

As she waited in traffic, her eyes still clouded with anger, she went over evrything that happened just ten minutes ago.

"I'm going to get back at Pan....and get Trunks to myself again..." said Marron under her breath.

It was an hour before she reached the small island on which her parents lived on.

"Marron! Hi suger! It's been such a long time since you've come to visit us! Ever since you moved into the city we haven't seen to much of you!" said Krillin, gray hair and old.

"Hi Dad, yeah I know..." said Marron, a bored expresion on her angered face.

"What's wrong Mar?" asked the her concered father.

"NOTHING! Where's Mom? I need to talk to her,"

"She's inside, but please tell me wh-", but before he could finish, Marron was stomping into the quaint pink house.

Eighteen was in the kitchen, cook supper, and trying to talk on the phone.

"Uh huh...ha ha ha! Really?! Wow! Oh, Marron's here, I'll talk to you later Chi-chi, buh bye."

"Hey Mom," said Marron, plopping into one of the many chairs surrounding the kitchen table.

"What's up Marron? Finally decieced to come see you old folks?" said Eighteen with a smile, not ever looking a day older.

"Actually... I need help..." said Marron sitting straighter in her chair.

"Help? What's wrong?" Eighteen quickly sat in the chair next to her young daughter.

"Well, me and Trunks just broke up,"

"Why? I thought your relationship was going great!"

"Yeah, me too. But then today, h-he called me over to his house, and then when I got there, he was like, 'I think we should break up'! Break up, for no apperent reason!" said Marron, telling a white lie.

"Oh, I'm sorry Marron, some relationships just are ment to be,"

"But me and Trunks are!" complained Marron in a whinny voice. She placed her head in hands and placed them on the table.

Eighteen went quiet, not wanting to get on Marron's bad side.

"Mommy.. Can I stay with you and Dad tonight? Trunks usally stayed over night with me..." said the twenty-six year old Marron.

"Of course Marron, Dinner's almost ready." Said Eighteen, getting up from her seat to tend to the food.

Marron left the kitchen and climbed up the stairs to the second story level.

She then found a closed door and opened it to reveil her old room. It was painted purple, had a queen sized bed, a long white desk, and a fluffy pink phone.

She feel back onto her bed at stared blankly at the ceiling. How could she get Trunks back? The question taughted her too much.

All of the sudden she had a brilliant Idea...

She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Trunks number.

After a few rings, a deep voice awnsered, "Hello, Brief Residence, Trunks speaking..."

"Trunks! I'm sorry about earliar..."

"I'm sorry too Marron, it's just that I really like Pan,"

"No it's my fault. Being pregnant gives me all sorts of mood swings..."

"WHAT!!!???"

MWWHHHAAHAAHHAA! What an Evil Marron! Find out what happens in the next chapter! Please REVIEW!!!