Sorry it took so long to come out!

"Now, our next contestant is a 15-year-old high school sophomore at Orange Star High School. Please welcome Marron Sen'in!"

"Thank you, Regis."

"Now Marron, are you ready to play…WHO THE HELL WHERE YOU WITH LAST NIGHT?"

"DAD!"

Chapter 7 – Who Wants to Date My Daughter?

"Dad! I told you! We didn't do anything!" Marron said angrily. Her father was overreacting, as usual. "You wanted me to make friends, and that is exactly what I'm doing! I hung out with a friend!" She collapsed into the couch. It was going to be a long night.

"Your friend was one of the opposite gender!" Krillin shouted, the veins popping out of the balding, former monk's head. "One that was obviously older than you!"

Her mother sat watching the entire thing, in her Laz-y-boy next to the TV. She pushed her long, blonde hair out of her face so she could see exactly how her timid daughter took the assault on her private life. She defiantly inherited her shyness from her father, because, by now, she would be about ready to tear her short, little husband's throat out. She saw her daughter was obviously fighting a losing battle, so, naturally, she decided to step in.

"So, what then, Krillin? The girl can't have friends that aren't other girls?"

Krillin stammered nervously. He had been caught off-guard; he wasn't expecting his pit-bull of a wife to step in…especially on their daughter's defense. He stepped back slightly at the particular venom in her accusations.

"Well, no, sweetheart, I never said that…"

"Well then, it's not a big deal, then why are you hassling her. She went out with a friend. If you should be yelling at her for anything, it's for coming in past curfew." She glared at Marron angrily, and then switched her anger back to her husband. "If you don't mind, then, I'd like to talk to Marron….alone." Krillin nodded and walked out. Marron, on the other hand, didn't know whether to be thankful or terrified at the current circumstances. She tried the appreciative approach.

"Thanks mom."

"Don't you 'thanks mom' me, kid! You are in a heap of trouble! Going out…past curfew… with an older boy! Oh…your ass in grounded, do you understand me?"

"Yes mom, but see, you gotta understand…"

"How old was he?"

'Oh god…I knew this was coming…' Marron stammered to herself, feverishly trying to think up something to get her out of the doghouse, if only a little bit.

"Well…uh…it's complicated…"

"What is so complicated about his age, Marron? Is it some infinite number not yet understood by mankind?" She could note the humor in her mother's voice, even in her irritation. Just as long as she didn't get truly angry, Marron was safe.

"He's a senior."

"That doesn't tell me his age, dear. Now, before mommy gets pissed, HOW OLD WAS THIS BOY! "

"Nineteen."

So, it came to pass, as her punishment, Marron was to be locked in her room, for a month. 'Well…at least I'm not dead…'

"Alright Ms. Sen'in. First question: What is the definition of a rumor?"

"And I heard that she went to third base with him!" a boy whispered to Trunks. He rolled his eyes. He was hearing all about this mysterious 'her' but nobody told him who exactly 'she' was. He had a bad feeling in his gut, however, so he decided to ask the boy exactly who this girl was.

"Hey Gabs?"

"Yah?"

"Who is she?"

The boy named Gabs laughed out loud, receiving an angry glare from their calculus teacher. "You mean you don't know." he whispered, slightly humored by his desk-mate's ignorance on the issue. He pushed his greasy, black hair out of his face and grinned. "A friend of yours, I believe. The girl you saved out of the pool." Trunks' stomach dropped to the floor. 'Was this with the guy she was supposed to be going out with on Saturday?' Gabs smirked slightly, noticing the troubled look on his face. "Yep…and apparently it was with the grade pervert."

Trunks twitched. This was completely unbelievable. The girl he likes, his girl, was taken from him by a left-back, pot-smoking, alcoholic dumass. He muttered incoherently, gnawing at the end of his pencil, until the metallic taste of the lead filled his mouth.

"Dude…are you okay?"

Why didn't Bura give him fair warning? Or even Marron? Did she know what she was dealing with? He spat out the butt end and picked up another one. 'This is completely illegal! Disgusting! I do not believe this! What'd he say to her, anyway? I know damn well she has more sense than that! What, did he get her drunk, or high or something? Fuck! What if he got her drunk and then…no, not even he's that low. But still, if he…dammit…AGH! I HATE THIS!'

"Trunks, man, calm down! You're starting to eat my pencils." Gabs said, shaking the young man by the shoulders. He was muttering something under his breath.

"Trunks?"

Still nothing. He kept gnawing angrily at the end of the pencil, until a sour, toxic taste filled his mouth. He coughed loudly and spat out a large glob of black liquid. Gabs was laughing hysterically. "I was tryin to tell you! That's my pen, not a pencil, smart guy!" Trunks coughed again, and this time spat the ink right in Gabs' face. "Thanks for warning me, pal."

Marron walked outside of the building, face flushed and angry, with Pan and Uub following close behind. She finally stood in one place, giving the other two a chance to catch up, when she turned around and exploded on both of them.

"I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the building. Pan and Uub shrunk nervously, while she continued ranting. "I mean, who'd even be so horrible as to start a rumor like that! I bet it was Yamcha, that pig, why I oughta…"

"AH-HA! So you admit it!" screamed a voice from out of the bushes. Out popped Trunks like a demented Whack-a-mole, twigs sticking out of his normally neat hair. This only made Marron madder, however.

"YOU WERE SPYING ON ME! HOW DARE YOU!"

Trunks stomped over to her, glaring viciously. "How dare I! What about you!"

Flames seemed to explode around the angry blonde as she looked up at him. "What about me, Trunks? Huh? What about me!"

He immediately went timid and looked down at his feet. He traced his left foot around in circles as he endured the tongue-lashing he was receiving. Pan and Uub shared looks of confused amusement.

"So…uhhh…does this mean that they are going out?" Uub asked tentatively. Pan shook her head.

"I don't know, Uub…I don't know…"

Trunks finally looked up, after she was done screaming at him. "So…uh…" he started nervously. He looked at her childishly. "Did he get a poke-poke, or a squeeze-squeeze, or a puff-puff, or maybe a…" Marron smacked him over the head with her book bag.

"NOTHING HAPPENED!"

Trunks blushed. "Well, I mean, I just wanted to know. I mean, I know you're not a whore or any…thing…oops…" He had said too much. Marron went stomping off towards the building, fuming, Uub tailing right behind, not wanting to get yelled at in the same fashion that his purple-haired friend did. Pan looked at Trunks, smiling devilishly, and made a whipping motion with her hand.

My brain died. Sorry it's so short…the next chapter will be great, I promise!