Thank you everyone for your reviews! Also for the anon, I didn't bother to read your ENTIRE review. I'm just the writer, this story was a request. I'm writing what I'm told, so if you want to be taken seriously, try getting an account so we can actually talk about what you want changed. I love to please so if you want something changed, ask for it and I'll see what I can do. 3

"Marron!" Trunks called out, searching his house for his wife. There had been tension since Marron returned from her parents house, and she spends most of the day blankly staring at the TV or a book she picked up from the library that was long overdue.

"We should really return that book..." Trunks said to himself as he entered their bedroom to find Marron staring out the window.

"Uh... We got an invitation..." Trunks opened the envelope and took out the contents to reveal a bright blue piece of paper.

"It's the Capsule Corp annual ball, and everyone's invited! Well, almost everyone. Master Roshi was banned since he harassed six women with a spork. I wasn't there, so I don't really know how we went about that, but I heard it wasn't pretty, haha..." Marron looked like she wasn't paying attention, she hasn't even glanced at him! Maybe his rambling wasn't making they're situation any better.

"Well, he'll find a way to sneak in anyway, and it's not like Bulma will kick him out if he makes sure to bring something nice. I'll go RVSP us-"

"I'm not going." Her expression didn't change, but at least she was looking at him now. Trunks gave a surprised look. What was wrong with her? She loved dressing up and going to fancy parties, especially the yearly ball.

Why was she like this?

"Why? I thought you loved parties?"

"I don't have to go to every party I'm invited to, do I?"

"I guess not, but I'll be going."

"Whatever. Do what you want. You always do." She muttered the last part quietly, and even though Trunks heard he decided not to reply. They had been fighting so much recently, Trunks had given up on being provoked into a fight.

'One of us has to be the adult, I guess.' Trunks thought sadly, and turned to leave. "If you change your mind, just say so and we can get you a dress."

And then he left.

Marron sighed, and stood from her chair she had been sitting in.

'I can't go, Pan's there and we'll only cause drama. I can't bring myself to be friends with her, so I'll just ignore her.' Marron frowned. She didn't like the conclusion she had come to, but she had an idea in mind that would put an end to all of this.

It was the night of the ball, a week after Trunk's conversation with Marron, as short as it was. In his black tux with a dark blue lining, he said his goodbye to Marron and headed towards the party.

"Trunks!" Bra called to him as he entered the ballroom. A shiny chandelier with fancy silverware and the best of foods, Trunks felt like his mom had outdone herself this year.

"Hello sis, Goten. Am I late?" Goten handed him a drink and took a mini sandwich from a passing waiters food platter, eating in a swift bite.

"Nah, your actually early. No ones really arrived yet. Where's Marron? Have you two made up yet?"

Bra elbowed Goten in the gut. "Don't ask things like that Goten, it's rude!"

"Hey, I'm just curious!"

"Be sensitive! Don't say it so bluntly! Do it like this: Hey Trunks, how's the home life?"

"That may be not as blunt but it's just as rude!"

Trunks laughed, interrupting their squabble. "It's fine guys. Not my situation with Marron, but I'm cool with you asking, you guys just care. But as I just said, Marron and I aren't having the chemistry we used to."

Goten and Bra looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"Don't worry so much about it, your doing your best. You and Marron will be back so your kissy, romantic ways in no time!" Bra smiled, and Goten nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's just a rough patch, and turn around! Pan's here! It's party time!"

Trunk's turned around to see his friend, who he was surprised to see was in a fancy red gown with earrings and lipstick to match.

She was wearing tennis shoes, so maybe he hasn't gone crazy.

"Trunks! Uncle Goten! Bra! Wazzup?" Pan took a tray of food from a waiter as he passed, eating three chocolate covered strawberries in one go."

"Bulma says that if we head to the back behind the kitchen there's a room where we Saiyans can stuff our faces! She says it's just for us world savers!" Pan took Trunks' hand and tries to lead him towards the room in the back, but Trunks didn't budge.

"I wanna stay out here for a little while, I'm waiting for Marron. She said she wasn't coming, but I RVSP'd her anyway just in case she wanted to come last minute."

"Oh. I'm sorry, she probably didn't want to come cause she knew I'd be here. I didn't mean to cause so much harm."

"Nah, I'm not angry at you, you have nothing to apologize for."

"I just think I should give you and Pan some space. You ARE married after all, so you should spend more time with her, and lately you haven't really... Been doing that." Pan sighed. "I just think our friendship is getting in the way of your marriage, not that I'm saying that we shouldn't be friends anymore."

Then, realization dawned on Trunks. The yelling. The fights. Marron had been affected by something Trunks had been too blind to see

"Maybe you're right Pan. Maybe we DO need some space. But, that's no excuse to why you and Marron can't get along. For this to work, you and Marron need to become friends again."

Bra tapped on Trunk's shoulder. "You should probs talk to Marron or something, get this whole thing sorted out."

Trunks put his hands up in exasperation. " I TRIED! We ended up arguing, so I decided that I'd stop trying and let this whole thing blow over."

"Look how well that worked." Bra snorted, but Goten elbowed her in the gut.

"Be SENSITIVE." He sneered, and Bra glared at him.

"Ah, the irony." Trunks sounded emotionally worn, but his eyes were smiling.

'But will it last?' Pan thought.

Meanwhile, outside, Marron stood in a light blue dress, plain yet elegant. She clutched a yellow envelope in her hands.

'He's too much of a social butterfly to be married.'

She entered the ball discretely, but eyes still drew to her. Her long blonde hair straightened, her blue eyes with sparkly eyeshadow to compliment.

She looked stunning.

'All he needs is her.'

"Marron? I thought you weren't coming!" Trunks said, just as shocked as Pan, Goten, and Bra.

'All he needs is her.'

"I wasn't planning on it, but I decided that we both need to get on with our lives."

She handed him the envelope.

"What is this?"

"You'll see. Make sure to sign it by tomorrow."

'All he wants is her.'

"Huh?!"

And with that, she left. Trunks gently opened the envelope despite the feelings of frantic-ness he was having.

His eyes opened as saucers. His breath hitched and he felt his mouth go dry.

'All he needs...

All he wants...'

Divorce papers.

'Is Pan.'