Author's Notes: Howdy Folks, is Galaxystar once again! Just give this story a chance peeps! Please R&R, because as I said before, I really like writing this story, and I don't want to stop. But if people don't read then I guess that I'll have too. Please don't dash this author's hopes, c'mon you guys... (Sigh)

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Galaxystar

Disclaimer: I do not own this show or its characters, except for Tray, but i own the laptop that this story was written on! So there!!!!

Tray and Marron: Early Morning Activities

"Tray how do you convert this equation into a parallel function?"

Marron asked while idly swinging her legs back and forth on the bed.

"Well, since I can't see the problem from all the way over here at

your desk, I guess that one of us will have to move…" he trailed off as he

began to stand up and move towards the bed.

"That's all right! Marron exclaimed nervously as she jumped up from

her previous position. I don't want to make you move from your

comfortable spot, so I'll be the one to move. Besides, if you come over

here you may get so wrapped up in helping me, that neither one of us will

end up finishing the rest of our work!" She finished with a wink in his

direction.

She got up slowly, as though to prolong the inevitable lesson(s) that

she would most likely receive from him in the midst of his explaining of the

complicated problem. Smiling to herself as she thought of all the

homework that would most likely not be completed by the time that the

study session was supposed to end. She had made it clear, or at least tried

to, explain that there would be no touching and/or kissing, making out, or

unnecessary groping before the study session had gotten underway. The

problem was that Tray never seemed to play by the rules, and he always

had some dirty trick up his sleeve.

Marron began to make her way towards the desk, failing to resist

the temptation of keeping her hips from swinging from side to side slowly

and seductively, making Tray lick his dry lips in anticipation.

"Tease." Tray growled under his breath, only to have Marron flash him an

innocent smile.

"Just help me Tray!" Marron laughed

Sighing out loud Tray snaked his toned, muscular arms around his

girlfriend's tiny form before gently hauling her atop his lap. "Oh I'll help

you alright…" Tray growled under his breath.

"Math help only Tray." She warned lightly.

"Now let's see what we got here." Tray began in the exact same

boring droning voice that their real math teacher Mr. Bartemiu used when

explaining a problem to the class.

"You have some serious problems buddy, Marron breathed through a fit

of giggles, you sound exactly like him."

Tray chuckled loudly at her comment. "I am quite a funny guy aren't I?"

He agreed as he leaned backwards in the chair.

"Now I wouldn't go that far, I just said that you sounded like him,

which isn't necessarily a good thing, she pointed out as she poked him in

the chest repeatedly. At no time did I say that you were funny Tray," tired

of her relentless poking, grabbed the offending finger and placed a kiss

atop it. Slowly, he began to trail his kisses up her hand, admiring her

smooth milky white flesh, and then continuing up the rest of her arm to her

shoulder, only stopping to place a soft kiss on the crook of her neck. She

tasted like a mix of honey and warm sunshine, overloading his senses, and

putting his brain in overdrive.

"Tray, came Marron's weak protest, come on, cut it out!" He

ignored her, and instead continued sucking and nibbling on his 'favorite'

part of her neck, just that one spot. He was going to give her one hell of a

hickey if she didn't get him to stop! Marron knew this was true because

the last time he had given her one was after a school Basketball game,

after he had caught two players from the opposing team hitting on her.

Marron couldn't remember a time when she had ever seen him so angry;

she had had to wear turtle necks and scarves for days because of the size

of it!

"You promised that there would be no unnecessary kissing, groping

and/or touching! You are breaking your promise, so let go right now! I

swear you'll be sorry if you don't!"

"Yeah right Marron, you'd only hurt yourself. Now, when did I agree to

that?"

"(Sigh) You said, and I quote, Yeah sure babe, whatever you want."

Marron mimicked in her deepest, most masculine voice.

Tray grinned sheepishly. "Well kitten your proposal wasn't exactly what I

would call fair."

"What do you mean not fair? I really have don't want another hickey!"

Tray quirked an eyebrow at her outburst.

"Ah, so that's what this is about...You see, Tray began, his voice

becoming a low husky murmur, when I arrived at your house, and your

mother, Eight-teen, let me in, I couldn't wait to see you. So when I made it

up to your room and saw you sprawled on your bed in that...small piece

of cloth that you call a shirt...Kami. Those legs, that golden honey hair,

and those lips. Jesus Marron, you really know how to jam a guy up don't

you? How could have I not agreed with you, you could have asked me to

buy that dress that we saw at Genevieve's the other day, and I would

have bought it for you. Don't you know by now what kind of affect you

have on me?"

Marron blushed a dark crimson hue as she naively shook her head

back and forth. Was he trying to say that she turned him on? She hadn't

meant to do that at all. She felt his hands begin to caress her body once

more, causing her to squirm uncomfortably.

"Well then I guess have to show you then won't I?"

And before Marron could respond to his question, his lips covered

hers. The kiss was hard, but gentle, filled love and emotion. Marron didn't

think that she would ever get used his kisses, but she always wanted more.

Kami, he taste like chocolate, and smelled like...like...she couldn't

describe it...but Kami she could never get enough. Unconsciously Marron

responded to Tray's urgent kisses by opening her mouth, and Tray gently

began to massage her tongue with his, emitting a low moan from her.

Their tongues wrestled one another, neither one refusing to relent, while his

nimble fingers began undo the clasps of her shirt. The kiss had long passed

what one would call decent, now it had become even more intense, hot,

and wet. Marron felt her hands slip under Tray's shirt, and trailed her

fingers across his well muscled chest. He growled when she raked her

French-tipped nails down his chest and along his nipples. Marron let out a

loud moan against Tray's mouth, while his hands took on a mind of their

own and undoing the zipper of her 'scandalous' mini skirt . The kiss lasted

for another long minute before Marron reluctantly pulled back and

began fixing her clothes.

"I'm sorry Tray, but I can't do this." Marron said as she got off of

Tray's lap, brushing his eager hands away as he attempted to pull her

back down to finish what they started. She smacked at his hands

repeatedly, claiming that she was 'serious'.

"Why not?" Whatever her answer would be Tray knew that he

wouldn't hear it. His eyes were still transfixed on her rosy cheeks and

swollen lips that had been drawn into a slight pout.

"I just feel bad, ya know?"

"Not really…"

"Like with the whole thing that's been going on between Serena

and Trunks, ya know? I just don't feel right about doing...what we 'were'

doing, while she's at home crying her eyes out."

Now that last sentence had definitely piqued his interest, all he had

to do was play dumb and he would get all the answers he needed. Man,

this was going to be easier than he thought.

"What? Now I'm definitely not following you at all kitten. Start from the

beginning and go from there."

Plopping down on her orange and yellow bed, Marron began to

recount the happenings in Serena's story. She made sure to leave certain

details out because there were some things that no man should ever

hear.

Tray listened to the story with little interest, although it didn't appear

that way. He knew already knew everything that she was telling him. This

wasn't what he'd wanted at all. He waited patiently until she finished

before he began getting into the more difficult stuff.

"How's Serena taking it, does she miss him? Is she sleeping alright?"

"Oh, she took it as well as could be expected. There's the

occasional crying over nothing, the refusal to do nothing except stay in

bed and sleep. Then there's the not eating, and the nightmares, and the

constant silence…but I don't think that she misses him per say...well

maybe---"

"Okay, I get it!" Tray interrupted rudely. Marron flashed him an annoyed

look.

"Did Serena say anything about, oh I dunno, anything that may

have started this thing? I mean, she is like a sister to me, and if I need to

put my brother in check then I have to know what happened."

"Marron nodded, though inside she was only partially convinced

that he was telling the truth. She chose her next words carefully. Serena

said that all they ever did was argue, she didn't feel like he really

respected her. She---She claims that she has, or had feelings for him

anyway, he just never really returned her feelings. Then there was the

whole thing with the Rose bushes---"Marron covered her mouth and

feigned a cough, realizing that she had almost let the secret slip, she

hoped to Kami that he hadn't noticed.

Tray's eyes narrowed as he made a mental note to ask Trunks about

some Rose bushes or something or other, too bad he didn't realize that he

had said it out loud, though only in a whisper.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Tray insisted quickly. Did she mention any one time in particular,

any specific argument...something like that?

"Yeeees…" Marron answered slowly, her suspicions had just been

confirmed. There was something else going on here, and she was going to

figure this out."

"Well?" Tray questioned impatiently, he really needed to get back

to Trunks. He didn't think that Marron would have enough...sense...for lack

of a better word to figure out what he had been doing. He just might

have been wrong about his little Marron.

"I'm not going to tell you," she said as she stuck her chin out defiantly.

"And why not?"

"I'm not going to tell you because I know exactly what you're trying to

do!"

"Wha-What…Marron I don't know what you're talking about; did

you forget to take your medicine this morning?" Tray asked, trying to

lighten the mood with the inside joke.

"That was so not funny, and I am not playing with you right now!

You didn't think that lil' ol' Marron would figure it out did you, thought I

was too slow to see the truth. Well, I've got news for you Tray, grab a

minute, and catch a clue!" (AN: Heard it off of Dawson's Creek, the

Cheerleader episode )

Tray eyes were wide with disbelief as he denied the accusation, saying

that he was just trying to do the right thing.

"Oh quit trying to play innocent, you know exactly what I'm talking about!

You, Tray Briefs, were trying to pump me for information!"

"No I-I wasn't!!!"

"Sure…Listen you can tell Trunks that he has every right to feel bad

about what he did to Serena. He ought to be ashamed of himself and so

should you! I can't believe that you would attempt use me, your girlfriend

soon to be ex-girlfriend by the way, of all people too get information

regarding Serena. What are you Trunks' own personal spy, his little lap

dog? Have you no morals? Wait, I forgot who I was talking to, of course

you don't have any! Kami…I just can't believe that you would stoop so

low. Are the other boys in on this whole thing too?"

"Marron I---"

"I'm not interested in what you have to say Tray. Marron cut him off

with a wave of her hand. I'll figure this out for myself, and I think I'll give

the others a call while I'm at it. I am NOT as stupid as you think! Get out!"

"No, I won't leave, I want to hear what you're going to say. What

are you going to tell them Kitten, that you accidentally blabbed your

whole secret conversation to your boyfriend? Are you going to admit that

you can barely keep your own business to yourself, let alone someone

else's business, and that you're just like every other blonde ditz out there

that can't keep a secret? Marron, face it babe, you may be pretty, but

you're no genius. You know what I think? I think that their anger is going to

be directed towards you instead of me because you can't keep your little

mouth shut---"

Tray stopped talking when he caught a glimpse of Marron's face.

'Oh shit! Smooth move Tray, now you're definitely in the doghouse now.'

"Kami…Marron…Kitty…I didn't mean what I just said. I was just caught up

in the moment and I forgot---"

"Get out." Marron whispered quietly.

"What---" "I said get out! She screeched. Get out! Get out! Get out!

She screamed again as she began to throw her pillows and stuffed

animals at him, all the while still screaming. I'm never speaking to you

again ever, and here, take---take your stupid ring back too! Why would

you want to be in a relationship with a person who supposedly can't keep

a secret right? I thought you were different from the others, I thought you

would see me for me, not just some air-headed blonde...you're nothing

but a spoiled little asshole, and when I say 'little', I'm not talking about

your ego buddy!" She screamed through her tears.

After much twisting and pulling, she was able to successfully

remove the ring from her finger, only to then send it sailing at Tray's head,

along with another teddy bear. He easily caught the ring, which only

served to fuel Marron's anger. Marron buried her face in her pillow and

continued to sob loudly even after the door slammed shut. Why had he

said those things? Why had he tried to you use her? Men. They were all

alike, and right now she hated each and every one of them that

inhabited the earth!

Tray shut the front door softly, silently berating himself for losing his

temper with Marron. She had had every right to be upset with him,

because he had been doing exactly what she said. He had been

pumping her for information. Tray had to give his girl some credit, if she still

was his girl, and judging by the ring in his pocket she was not. Marron was

smarter then she sometimes let on, he just hadn't thought that she was

that…well…intuitive. Dammit! He cursed softly…he had screwed up

royally, and it was going to take everything he had to set things right with

his "kitten". There goes that extra paycheck…Tray thought miserably to

himself as he took off in the direction of his home, Capsule Corporation,

he needed to call and report the day's events to Gohan. Hopefully he

would have more success than he did, and maybe by the end of the day

he might still have a girlfriend.

How'd ya like it? Hope you enjoyed this, well please review and let me know if you have any questions or comments or whatever you can think of! Let me know if I should continue! Thanx for reading!

Galaxystar