"I Love You…Good Bye"
All right, I know you're tired of these short chapters, don't deny it. This one is gonna be a longer one, I promise. Although I do not promise it will not have a cliffhanger at the end *evil cackle* ::ahem:: Gotta get that laugh fixed. Hope you enjoy. Oh, almost forgot, about the chapter numbers, the reason I'm one behind is because if you recall, chapter 5 had TWO parts. Just thought I'd clear that up for some of you. Review.
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Chapter 17: Why Does Mother Always Know Best?
Marron let out a heavy sigh as she reapplied her nail polish for the finishing topcoat. Krillan knocked on her door.
"Hey, cupcake." Krillan said, letting himself into her room. Marron turned around at her spot at the mirror and greeted her father warmly. Not a warm smile though.
"Hi, daddy." She replied, getting off her plush chair and hugging her father, making sure to keep her wet nails as far from him as possible. He held her as though she were a child again for nearly five minutes before Marron, with a tint of red across her cheeks, broke free of her father's embrace. "Is there something you wanted?" Marron asked, suddenly curious as to why her father had come into her bedroom in the first place. Krillan steered his daughter to sit on her bed and gently pushed her down onto it.
"Marron, I have to talk to you about something." Krillan said, beginning to pace the length of her bedroom.
"What is it?" Marron asked, suddenly curious. 'I hope it's not another talk about the birds and the bees.' Marron thought sarcastically to herself.
"Well, your mother and I want you to know that we're both very proud of you." Krillan began. Marron did her best to smile, but found it hard, even after a compliment from her father. Krillan didn't notice her difficulty, however. "We just want to know if you're ready for all of this?" Marron looked down at her hands, thoroughly confused.
"What are you talking about, daddy?" Marron asked, looking up at him. He didn't return her gaze, however.
"What I mean? I mean, are you sure you're ready for a close relationship with Goten?" Krillan mumbled. To his surprise, Marron laughed. He looked over at her and found his daughter in a fit of giggles. "What's so funny?" Krillan asked, twiddling his thumbs nervously.
"Dad, Goten and I have been in a serious relationship ever since I left for college." Marron said as the hysteria subsided.
"That's not really what I mean, sweetie." Krillan said, no longer able to look at his daughter. The first thing Marron wanted to do, was to smack her father upside the head for even speaking to her about such a thing, and decided instead to educate him. As Marron drew in her breath to speak, her father winced, preparing himself for verbal abuse.
"For your information, daddy, Goten and I are not ready to start a family just yet. I also suppose you'd like to know if he and I have slept together?" Marron asked, surprisingly calm. Krillan looked up at her, dumfounded. "And the answer to that is-" Marron was cut off by a shrill screech coming from downstairs. Krillan took this as his opportunity to get out of a surprisingly embarrassing situation for him.
"Roshi must be getting it from your mother. I better go save him before we end up having to pay for an early funeral." Krillan joked nervously and literally ran out of the room. Marron let out a sigh of relief when she was sure her father couldn't hear.
"That man. I can't help but to love him." Marron mumbled incoherently to no one. She smiled to herself, not a genuine Marron smile.
About an hour later, Marron was face down on her bed, with her feet dangling in the air above her, while reading a magazine. 18 knocked on the door, and like Krillan, let herself in.
"Hi, mom." Marron said, not looking up from her magazine.
"Hi, sweetie." 18 answered. She sat down on the edge of Marron's bed and waited patiently as her daughter finished the article she was reading. Marron chuckled to herself at the thought of 18 being patient for anyone, especially her. As Marron neared completion, 18 began getting fidgety. She smiled at her mother warmly and shut the magazine. She righted herself so that she was sitting up facing her mother on the bed.
"Do you need something?" Marron asked with a small smile. 18 smiled as well.
"Well, first of all, I want to apologize for your father's intrusion this morning." 18 said rolling her eyes, when she thought about it. "He just can't grasp the fact that his little baby is all grown up." 18 smiled lovingly at her daughter. Marron couldn't bring herself to do the same.
"It's ok. He's done worse." Marron said, her eyes downcast. 18 noticed.
"Well, the other reason that I came, was you need to try on your dress for me, and also I need to hem it." 18 said distractedly. Marron looked up at 18 with a stunned look.
"Since when do you sew?" Marron asked, slightly taken aback. 'I have been away for a while.'
"Chi Chi was kind enough to give me a few pointers while you were away at college." 18 stated. She snapped her fingers at her daughter, and Marron slowly got up off the bed and walked grudgingly over to her closet where her dress that she had picked with Trunks was hanging. 'Should've known.'
After a few spins, a dizzy Marron got up on a stool so her mother could measure the length of the dress that she would be hemming, and then the two set to work.
"Are you nervous?" 18 asked trying to make idle chitchat.
"About what?" Marron asked, tugging on a strand of her hair absentmindedly.
"The party tomorrow night." 18 said, smacking Marron's thigh so she would stop moving.
"That's tomorrow?!" Marron screamed. 18 gave an exasperated sigh.
"Yes, my forgetful dear, it's tomorrow, now stop moving, or this dress will be permanently attached to you." 18 warned. Marron didn't move again until her mother was done. She had so many complaints, questions, fears, and all around nervousness to get out, but she didn't want to risk the needle going into her. She had always, like Goku, been terrified of needles. When her mother was done, Marron didn't let show how much relief she had for the needle not going into her skin like she had feared it might.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you….." 18 said, hanging the dress up on a hanger in Marron's closet. "Goten's gonna come over for dinner tonight. He may want to see you in your dress. Should I leave it out?" 18 asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"What? NO!" Marron said, truly embarrassed. 'I've never been embarrassed about that sort of thing before.' Marron shifted her weight awkwardly. "I just don't want to spoil the surprise for him, that's all." Marron quickly lied. 18 looked at her skeptically, cocking an eyebrow to show her obvious understanding. Marron looked down at her hands, so as not to be trodden by her mother's accusing gaze.
"Whatever you say." 18 said, proceeding to hang up the dress.
*fin
Ehe, not my longest chapter, but you'll live. Have we forgotten what Goten has been doing lately? Nobody knows. Well, 18 and Krillan do. (you people are so forgetful)
~S saiyan Vegeta4013
