"I Love You…Good Bye"

Holy cows and chickens, it's been so friggin' long. I'm truly sorry, guys. I've been so busy with everything. By the way, this chapter's dedicated to Ryan, my love, and Mike, my best friend. Thanks guys, for being there for me. Lovies to you both.

Disclaimer: I own lots of mangas, but I guess those don't count, huh?

Chapter 20: Way Over my Head.

Rocking back and forth in her chair in her room right next to her window, Marron sat curled up into a little ball, hugging her knees and using them as a chin rest. Her clothes were soaked with tears and streaks stained her beautiful yet sad face. She'd become lost in her own twisted love life and couldn't find her way out. She'd cried for her mother, her father, and even Master Roshi, but it didn't do her any good. Their comforting words and loving gestures wouldn't help her now….they couldn't help her now. She couldn't even help herself if she tried.

The digital clock on her windowsill read 1:00 p.m. Marron had been sitting and crying for two hours, not even moving. Despite the fact that it was the middle of summer, she sat shivering and drowning in her tears. She wished she was in someone's arms…anyone's arms. She didn't care who, she just had to be with someone. She reached over and grabbed the phone, planning on calling Goten so that he could come over and comfort her, but then she remembered and threw the phone to the floor where it hit and the batteries came flying out all over the place. She then smacked herself in the face in her rage.

"It's your own damn fault!" Marron screamed at herself. "You told Goten that you loved him….WHY'D YOU LIE TO HIM?!" Marron got up and walked over to a mirror. She stared at her reflection for a few moments before she punched it as hard as she could. The mirror cracked instantly as did the skin of her knuckles. Blood rushed from the fresh wound, gushing all over the place, but Marron didn't care. She just walked over to the rocking chair, sat back down and continued muttering things like "It's your own damn fault" and "you deserve this pain"

A few minutes later, Krillan came crashing through Marron's bedroom door without even bothering to knock this time. Before he said anything, Krillan took a couple seconds to register what all was going on in Marron's bedroom. He saw his daughter, bleeding like crazy, rocking in a chair muttering things under her breath, crying. He then looked over and saw the cracked mirror and the phone with batteries strewn across the floor.

"Oh god, Marron, what has Goten done to you?" Krillan asked no one in particular and rushed over to his daughter, picked her up, and took her down the stairs. Marron shifted slightly so that she could cry into her father's shirt.

As Krillan descended the stairs, 18 came out of the kitchen and saw the two. She saw that as Krillan walked a bloody trail was being left behind him and saw that the blood was coming from Marron. Her eyes widened further as she saw shards of glass in Marron's knuckles. She headed into the kitchen and got out a first aid kit.

"In here, Krillan." 18 said simply as she opened up the box and took out some bandages and disinfectants. Krillan nodded and set Marron down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table. 18 took Marron's hand gingerly into her own and started pulling out the pieces of glass that were stuck in it.

Marron just shut her eyes and prepared for the pain, but strangely, it didn't come. Marron felt nothing as her mother pulled out the mirror that she had broken and set it down in the tray. She felt nothing even though she saw that blood was oozing slowly from the wound. In fact, her father and mother seemed to be in more pain than she. But then it hit her; Marron didn't feel any physical pain because all of her pain was coming from her emotions. She had no room to feel any physical pain; she had spent it all on her emotions. Marron let out a little giggle and both Krillan and 18 looked up, startled.

"Sweetie, are you all right?" Krillan asked, his tone wavering as though he were about to faint from seeing his daughter like this. He reached out and felt her forehead. Marron swatted Krillan's hand away.

"I have to go to Bulma's soon, concentrate on fixing my hand, please." Marron said not looking up from the spot on the table that she had decided to stare at instead of the blood; it still made her queasy looking at it. Marron looked up suddenly as 18 let the tweezers that she was using to get the little bits out clatter to the table.

"Marron, what's been going on with you lately? Young lady, you've only been thinking of yourself. Goten called us and told us what happened in the woods. Your father doesn't want to believe it, but I live in reality and I know that what he's saying is the truth. Marron, do you want to know what Goten's been doing lately?" 18 said, glaring at Marron. Marron was slightly taken aback, but she had been almost prepared for this.

"Actually, mother, I don't want to know what he's been doing lately. And yes, what happened in the woods is true, but none of your business, or father's." With that, Marron got up from the table, hand still bleeding and went back up to her room where she got her own tweezers and tended to her own wounds. When she was finished with that, she got in the shower again and cleaned herself more thoroughly this time.

While in the shower, Marron's mind began to wander. She was full of curiosity, and she desperately wanted to know what Goten had been doing lately. Various things such as Goten presenting a ring in a little black box, kneeling in front of her, his mouth forming the words "Will you marry me?" played through her head. She was rudely brought back to reality as the shampoo that she hadn't washed out of her hair came streaming down her forehead and into her eyes and she had to concentrate on that at the moment.

Marron turned the handle of the water faucet and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. She decided she'd rather just throw on some clothes and bring her dress to Bulma's so she wouldn't have to fuss with it while she was still seething with anger. Besides, she may have a chance to apologize to Trunks before she was forced to go to this party.

She grabbed her dress from her closet and made her way down the stairs, where her father hurried out of her way as she marched past him and straight to the door. She opened it forcefully and slammed it behind her, walked to her car and climbed in. She nearly got into two accidents on her way to Bulma's but swerved out of the way just in time.

Marron slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt directly in front of the main building of Capsule Corp: The Briefs' living quarters. She grabbed the dress from the backseat and got out of the car. Walking up to the door, she looked up and saw Trunks' face peering down from a window into her own. She gave a weak smile, and surprisingly got one in return. She went as far to give a little wave, but this time she wasn't as lucky. Trunks let the curtain he was holding drop so that his face was concealed from her sight.

Marron gave a half sigh, half shudder as she knocked on the door. Bulma was heard stopping in mid-scream when she heard the knock on the door. She bustled to the door and opened it faster than Marron had anticipated, making her jump back in fright. To Marron's surprise, she was greeted by an overjoyed Bulma.

"Marron! Do come in, what're you doing standing on the doorstep like that? Come on!" Bulma grabbed Marron by the arm and led her inside forcefully. She let herself be led into the house without reluctance. She quickly combed the room for any traces of Trunks or Vegeta. When she saw that neither of them were in sight she turned to Bulma and opened her mouth to speak.

"Bulma, I-," Marron was cut off when Bulma's hand found its way to her mouth. She looked up, slightly startled and saw Bulma shaking her head and chuckling softly. Marron gave her a puzzled look and Bulma explained.

"Marron, Trunks told me everything. Don't worry, I know what you're going through." Bulma said, looking gently at Marron. When Marron still looked puzzled, she said with a little more exasperation in her voice, "Yamcha." A light of understanding must've appeared on Marron's face, because Bulma let Marron speak.

"Oh…" She said, slightly embarrassed. Bulma did know what she was going through. She'd been in the same situation. Yamcha had been the love of her life until Vegeta came along. The same seemed to be to her with Trunks and Goten. But she still didn't know how this would end. She wouldn't until she confronted the both of them. "I'm sorry, Bulma. I've been such a baby lately."

Bulma chuckled again and took Marron by the arm, patting it lovingly. "Marron, dear. I always knew you and Trunks were meant for each other." And with that, Marron was led to Bulma's bedroom to change.

*fin

Okie dokie. Again, I'm terribly sorry for keeping you all waiting. I've had school..school..school..and more school these past…er…months. Wow, I've been gone for months. Whoa, I gotta get to work on my other stories. Ok, well, thanks for sticking with me this far. Lovies to you, Ryan, Mike, and your dogs.

~MizzSpiegel