Raindrops

23: Talking Out Loud

AN: *rises from the ashes* raindrops? I didn't forget about her lol


Marron leaned back on the hospital bed, her heart and mind felt as though they were soaring. There was a certain gleefulness and giddiness that had taken hold of her since that morning when she woke up with Trunks laying by her side, it'd taken her some time to process it. But when the crowds of friends and family were no longer around, and it was just her and the thoughts that conjured in her mind, Trunks always popped back to the surface.

Like someway, somehow, she could feel him present though he wasn't near her. Despite the news of Cash, and his suspected involvement something within her was calm. He didn't pose much of a threat, really…but then again, who is she to say that when she was nearly killed by a simple vehicle. At the end of the day, she was weak, and definitely not strong enough to hold her own at all times.

She was trained, sure, but she's never had to actually put any training to use. She's only gotten faster at flying because Trunks pushed her to become better, and in part, Marron wanted to be stronger. She didn't want to be put in another predicament where she'd almost pass to otherworld under the simple basis of being too weak.

Marron sat back, leaning her head against a pillow. Her fingertips brushed gently against her lips, ghosting the touch and feel of Trunks against her. She may be greedy but she was completely ensnared by him now. If she thought she was in love with him prior, she had no idea what she was experiencing now would be what would happen when they confessed to each other.

She wanted him here, near her. She craved every inch of him, Marron paused, her hands reaching over to her laptop, she may be injured but she was happy that her job was letting her continue her work from home.

However, any plans to do any sort of writing and editing were cut short by a lavender-haired man standing against the doorway. "No way La Mode is going to be more important than your health," he joked as he slinked his way into the foot of the bed.

"I got a deadline to meet, Briefs," the blonde winked. Moving was still painful, but the improvements have definitely been inhumanely drastic, she pushed her laptop to the side. "I'm surprised you stopped by again, don't you think people will catch on," Marron responded, her eyes slightly shifty.

"Meh," Trunks shrugged. "And what if they did?"

"Well, we're gonna have to do a lot of explaining," Marron chuckled. "I can't imagine what your dad would think…"

Trunks winced inwardly, that was precisely the reason he had come to see her. He didn't want to worry her about the complicated variables that come with telling Vegeta that they essentially were going to start dating. "I could say the same about your mother…"

"She'll get over it," Marron said, a simple smile on her lips as a hand lay gently on his. Nothing would come between the newfound bliss Marron found herself in, she was riding on cloud nine. "They'll both have to get over it."

"You're braver than me," Trunks laughed, his eyes were warm . It reminded her of the jaded look in his eyes when she first met him, she knew Trunks…arguably better than she ever did, what was once a childish infatuation opened the floodgates of emotions. But there was a lot she still felt she was missing, where was the disconnect?

"I'm definitely not," Marron responded chuckling back. "Your dad is nothing in comparison to my mom," she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. Trunks rested his hand on his cheek, a lazy grin still on his face, as he brushed a strand of blonde behind her ear. Marron looked at him, her expression wide-eyed as her eyes flicked away, and a blush crept on her cheek. "You're cheesy," Marron pouted, reaching out to softly nudge her fist against his arm.

"And you're adorable," Trunks retorted, hand still on his cheek. Oh, so he's just leaning all the way into this? His smirk was irresistibly teasing her poor heart. Marron shifted her weight between her arms as she glanced back at him. "Sorry, too much?"

"Oh, no," Marron blinked, now looking back at him as she reached her hand over to his, her fingers grazing against his. "But seriously," she paused taking another glance at him, in her mind, she was desperately wanting to just kiss him feverishly, but she held still, "what brings you here, I bet you haven't ate–"

"Don't worry about my health, worry about your own," he sighed as he felt as she idly interlocked her fingers with his. Marron always had to fret about him. Granted, she saw how he was, he will survive solely off of microwave meals if it came down to it. But here she was, in a hospital and injured, still worrying about him of all people. "How's your leg?" Trunks asked looking down at the bundled sheet.

"It's getting there," Marron began, "you know, as good as it can be without a senzu," she couldn't help but smile at the gentleness of his touch. "I can't really do much." The entire ordeal was miserable, she couldn't walk, and will likely have to be on crutches for a solid couple of weeks, how was she to do absolutely anything? Marron sighed, she just has to wait for a senzu…and she will be able to get out of this embarrassing predicament.

"It…sucks, y'know," Marron stated catching Trunks' attention. "I…wasn't born with… supernatural strength, I'm just a regular human…I bruise and bleed much easier," she grumbled as she was looking down at their interlaced fingers. "The fact that a car was able to do something like this… makes me forget I am not like you guys, I'm afraid sometimes that I'm too weak ."

Trunks caught her fallen face, holding her chin up as he watched her eyes tear. "Don't go saying that," he muttered, his forehead pressed against hers. The same rhetoric his father spewed already lived within Marron's subconscious. Her strength may not be physical, nor is it her mind…but her heart. He knew this to be true, and he knew Marron was still too insecure in herself to believe anything else. "Anything but that," he let out breathily.

"It's true, Trunks," Marron huffed, her other hand now touching his cheek. His eyes were wide, lips slightly agape. He was really close, and her heart was still beating hard, however this time she wasn't a bundle of nerves but almost as if she were comforted. "I am not strong enough," She let the words escape past her lips, her eyes looking up into his.

Trunks leaned in, his lips gently pressing into hers, catching Marron by surprise. Her hand that was left resting on his cheek, snaked around the back of his neck, nails grazing through the lavender hair. All while the other hand still interlocked with his. His body leaned into her as the pressure of his body against hers was enough to send her mind spinning. It was like a fix at the end of her day. He needed to confirm what he already knew. The peace he felt from being by her side took a hold of him, freezing him in time. The warmth of her embrace, the gentle and faint floral scent lingering on her skin. He'd never felt more at home than this moment, in her arms. Trunks pulled away, his forehead still pressed against hers. He stopped himself again, if he could, he'd take her in his arms and take her far from here, but he held himself back, avoiding getting too carried away was important too.

He brushed a strand of blonde behind her ear, his chest felt uncharacteristically tight. "I never want you to say that again," Trunks responded to the breathless woman, "promise me that."

Something in the way he spoke to her made Marron's mind race, what did he mean by that. He'd be kidding himself if he denied the fact that she was indeed too weak, she was no Saiyan, nor was she an android with the means to ward off enemies. But, his words were melting her, and she closed her eyes small tears welling at the corners of her eyes. "Promise."


Goten sat in capsule corporation beside Bulla, who at this very moment was frothing at the mouth over the events of the past couple of days. " What do you mean?" She nearly screamed, "Trunks and Marron—" Bulla looked up at the ceiling in a feeble attempt to calm her nerves. She brushed the stray blue hair strands back as they were frayed from her bun.

To be completely honest, this is the first time he saw her not prim and proper, but in sweats and a hoodie. A sight that for the normal person would be rare.

"Okay–" Goten sighed. "It's a long story but I can't confirm anything," he responded, rubbing the back of his head. He had come to the Briefs' residence searching for Trunks, however, in coming to the residence he found that he wasn't there. But Bulla was, and she wanted all the details. "Look," Goten began, "Trunks admitted to everyone he had feelings for Marron, I have zero idea what happened after that."

"Dad will lose his shit," Bulla pointed out, before plopping down on the couch, crossing her legs. "You think Marron knows?" she asked, her head tilted.

"Maybe?" Goten answered. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't heard from Trunks in a week, he was under the impression that their relationship was mended…at least to an extent but he hadn't even reached out to speak to him. "I still think it's crazy how the whole thing even happened."

"Tell me about it," Bulla responded, grabbing a glass of what seemed to be a green juice, and taking a sip. "Marron's lucky she survived relatively unscathed, she's pretty delicate, all things considered," she continued, recalling how often she'd come over when she was a bit younger and would cry and whine over her brother being well a little dickhead.

"We need to get something together and go visit her," Bulla announced, as she hung her legs off the arm of the couch. Maybe flowers? Would that be too predictable? Bulla despised being predictable. Everything she did must outdo someone else. "Wha'dya think, 'Ten?"

Goten tilted his head. "Why don't we ask Trunks?"

Bulla furrowed her brows at the hybrid. Trunks? That's exactly who she wanted to outdo, besides he would probably try to pull out all the stops for Marron, he had access to much more than her who was still in high school. "Because Trunks would–"

"I would what?" A voice spoke from the back.

"Dude!" Goten exclaimed, causing the bluenette to jump. "I've been looking for you."

Trunks tossed the suit jacket to the chair, where Bulla sat, the jacket promptly landing on the teen's head. "Yeah, likewise…tell me next time when you're at my family's house before I fly over to Mt. Paozu looking for you…" he grumbled.

"I would," Goten began, "But, you still have me blocked," he responded, causing Trunks' eyes to widen as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. The sight amused Goten greatly, but there was someone else in the room who was not too pleased, and she was fuming.

"Really?" Bulla squawked. "You couldn't throw it at anything else?" Her bun was now lopsided as she threw the suit jacket to the side, fixing her hair again. "I swear to god…" Bulla fumed, as she got up and attempted to smooth back her unruly hair. "You guys can just go, make out for all I care."

She turned on her heel and stormed out of the living room leaving the two older men staring at the high maintenance teen to disappear from their line of sight. However, Bulla, despite fuming at the interaction was happy at the sight of seeing her brother act relatively normal again. Seeing him back at the home they both grew up in brought joy to her. Though she was much too proud to admit that.

"Why were ya lookin' for me?" Goten asked, his head tilted as he got up from his seat.

Trunks walked towards the fridge nearby and pulled out a pack of he-tap then cocked his head towards the door, "let's get outta here first."

Goten snickered following him out the door. The two flew to a nearby cliff in the outskirts of town, they could see the glistening lights from the skyscrapers in West City. It was a nice view, and Trunks has grown rather fond of the imagery. Maybe it's combining the memories of being alongside Marron that made it all that much better, he couldn't tell why exactly.

They sat on a patch of grass, Trunks, and Goten let their legs hang off as they cracked open a can of he-tap. "So, what's up?" Goten asked.

"What do you think I should do," Trunks began taking a swig from his drink. "My dad is pissed."

"Why?" Goten asked, a bit of caution in his voice, "'cause of Mar?" He was aware of the feud between 18 and Vegeta, but quite frankly it felt more forced at this point.

"Yeah," Trunks said looking down at his shoes. "Marron knows how I feel, she feels the same…and I'm pretty happy about it," he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips "but–"

"Vegeta," Goten interjected, causing Trunks to look at him. Was the way he spoke really so telling? "Yeah, I know." Goten stretched his arms, looking up at the sky and flopping back. "Honestly?" he began, "fuck it." Trunks looked over to Goten, in somewhat of a shock as he watched him take a sip out of his drink. Goten used the hand he was holding his drink out of to point toward the other hybrid. "You deserve to be happy, what the hell does the prince of all Saiyans care about?"

Trunks nodded as he took another sip from his drink. "Yeah," he nodded, " I don't care!"

Goten clapped his hands together, chugging down on his he-tap as he excitedly threw an arm around Trunks' shoulder. "Yeah!" Goten exclaimed, " Fuck Vegeta and fuck 18."

Trunks found himself laughing as he chugged his can of he-tap and tossed it behind him, cracking open another can and passing a new one to Goten. There was something bittersweet about being beside his best friend again, both seeing eye-to-eye again…no drama to push them away. They sat together, in what felt like months, drinking and exclaiming profanities out into nothingness. Trunks stood up, loosening up his tie with one hand, the other still gripping the beer can. " I don't care!" He yelled out, his hands thrown up in the air, " Fuck dad, I love Marron and she loves me!" It was relieving, screaming it out into the nothingness.

Goten stood up, beside Trunks finishing his he-tap and crushing it on the floor with his foot. " Fuck 'em all, we are livin' our own lives!" It was relieving; they were forging their own path, with no one around to stop them. They were young, strong and alive, and no one was going to make them waste any more time.


AN: hi readers, please do not massacre me...I needed to recollect my thoughts LOL. I plan on updating this one pretty frequently since we are almost done with a big arc. I hope you guys are enjoying this and leave a review/comment with your thoughts 3