A History Lesson
The pain in her arms were riveting. Enzo, had come to see her and it didn't end well at all. Enzo was not a patience man in the least, but he had shown a soft spot for Marron. It was not the kind of relationship she was looking for, but it happened that way. His kindness had ended with her yesterday after Eli told him what she had done.
Marron covered as much bruises as she could. Apparently, it was a bad idea to go against a drug lords will. The hours had not passed quickly as he practically tortured her. Her battle had been lost and she was still in her contract with Enzo. It seemed nothing was going to change that, at least for now. Marron squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hot breath on her ear. The duct tape wasn't the worse part, or the repeated pounding on her body was not the worse part, in the least. The worse part was the older man's sweaty body constantly rolling over her as he took advantage of her body. Marron refused to call it what it was, she just called it a bad time. A bath never helped, the only thing that did help was her addiction. The drugs…stopped the demons for a brief moment in time.
Her long blonde hair was pushed back as she began to escape the bath tub. A long fluffy towel was wrapped around her chest as she picked up her phone.
"Can I have you"? Marron asked Trunks as she sent him a message. It wasn't as if she had that many people to speak too. The question was so simple, so straight forward. It could only be interpreted one way on his end. There was no gimmick, to what she wanted for him. There were no lies being told it was just the simplicity of her request.
"Where are you"? The lavender billionaire texted back in an instance. It was just like him to direct his full attention to her. He was so attentive to her, especially, her body. She did not know him at all or well, but she knew he paid attention to that. The reality of the situation between them was sex. He wanted more, she never really had more.
"Home, I don't want to be here". Marron stripped herself of her towel and found herself in the room that reminded her of him. It had only been one night, why was she so attached already to the man's company? These men come and go. The only man who had treated her right, was her father. They had constantly belittled her and abused, her trust and faith in love. It was no surprise that relationships left a bad feeling in her stomach.
"Come here, stay for as long as you want. My sister is here too…" He replied to her. His sister wasn't truly a concern of hers at the moment. She didn't want to be around anything that was familiar to her, she also didn't want to be alone. Marron tossed on some clothes and began to pack her bag for her, sleep over.
Trunks' Home:
Bulla sat in the stylish living room and typed along on her computer. It had been pleasantly nice, up until fifteen minutes ago when Goten new girlfriend came over. The girl had the IQ of 17 and clearly relied heavily on her looks to not starve in life. Goten had introduced her and he instantly noticed the tension and Bulla's distaste in his relationship choice.
"Hey B, my friend Marron is come over, so just a head's up. Be nice. I think she had a rough day". Trunks said as he sat his slender phone down on the counter top as he sliced up the vegetables for the stir fry he was preparing for everyone for dinner. Bulla couldn't help but to roll her cerulean eyes to him.
"Not another model" She thought to herself as she continued writing her emails to her mother and reps back in Japan. Bulla didn't say anything just huffed liked their father and continued typing along.
"Yeah, she came back from kicking boxing bruised up, like she really got worked over". Valese said as she sat on Goten's lap as she sat at the kitchen table. "Bulla that means you'll be the only one without a date for dinner". Valese said sarcastically with a chuckled. Bulla cocked her perfectly arched brow to the dim witted girl and sighed.
"I could just come take your man…" Goten just swallowed as he heard Bulla's insult to Valese. He hoped she could behave, but thinking about who her parents were it wasn't hard to imagine that she wouldn't. Valese didn't say anything back just elbowed Goten as he laughed nervously at her sarcasm. Goten begged Bulla with his eyes to play nice with Valese. He didn't think for a moment that she was jealous, she just didn't have a large sense for nonsense.
Trunks heard Marron at the door and couldn't help but to smile at the thought of her being there. He hoped that Bulla wouldn't be too harsh on the blonde. Trunks opened the door and his smile instantly changed as he took her appearance into account. She was bruised. Her hair was wet and she looked completely strung on everything. He could tell that something wasn't right. Bulla always noticed the girl's appearance and she knew who she was as well.
"Wow, if it isn't Marron Juu. How have you been girly"? Bulla said as she lifted herself off of the couch and hugged the model. Marron was surprised to see the blunette there. Marron really needed to read more tabloids. She had no clue this was his sister either.
"Hey, B. You look amazing as always. I haven't seen you since the Playboy Gala. Try not to mind my appearance, I had a tough sparring session last night". Marron said lying through her teeth trying to make the lie seem believable to all that heard it. Goten and Trunks both raised an eyebrow at the aquatinted girls.
"What the hell were you doing at a playboy party, Bulla"? Goten asked before Trunks could even find the words. They all looked at him wondering where the sudden interest came from. Bulla rolled her eyes knowing he was only asking because he was jealous.
"Well, I thought about shooting with them, but Marron talked me out of it". Trunks jaw dropped at the idea of his sister posing for playboy. His grandmother was the first Playboy and he was not proud to say that in the least. He could only imagine his father killing everyone in the studio and dragging her out by her hair.
"Are you serious right now?! Father would have killed you. I would have killed you!" Trunks said looking at his little sister who looked as if she was embarrassed. Trunks felt a petite touch on his arm and instantly relaxed at her delicate touch.
"They just caught her in a bad place Trunks. That's all, I was there to give her a confidence boost. She was feeling shitty after some loser she dated starting sleeping around". Marron said calming him completely down. Marron only smiled at him weakly and winked to Bulla.
Goten instantly felt a pang in his heart. He knew that Marron was talking about him. He also knew when Bulla glanced his way as the story was being told. Their eyes caught one another's as they always did and he felt terrible again. He wasn't aware he had that kind of impact on her after they had broken apart.
"I'm sorry, I just had a moment of weakness." Bulla said to Trunks. His approval did mean a lot to her and she was glad that she ran into Marron there and again hear. Trunks only nodded and grabbed Marron's bag and her around her waist.
"I promise your secret is safe with me. We'll be right back; I'm going to help Marron get settled". He was happy his sister liked Marron and that they had a good history together. It would be a battle to get her to like anyone she had already made her mind up about. Trunks also was going to owe her for getting his sister out of a compromising situation. Although, at the moment that wasn't his concern. Her face was bruised and he could see with bruising on both of her wrist at well. He didn't want to say what it looked it. He was in fear that he was right.
Trunks brought her to his room and closed the door behind them. Marron came in and collapsed on the bed with a deep exhale as if she had been holding her breath the entire time. Her bloodshot eyes just looked up to the elongated ceiling with a beautiful paradise fan. Trunks sat her bag on the floor and looked at her. She looked stressed out and as if she was coming down from a high that was stronger than just some good weed.
"What happened to you Marron"? Trunks asked as he pushed her sleeves up to exposing the bruising on her arms. She just laughed a bit and sat up on the bed and took off her shirt. Trunks was not happy with what he saw. He just concentrated on her movements.
"Oh just wait for it, you'll love this." Marron laid back down on the bed and pulled off her black leggings exposing the dark purple bruises on her thighs and hips. They were fresh and Trunks could feel his mouth going dry at the unsightly markings all over her body.
"Are…are you okay Marron"? Trunks said as he didn't know what else to exactly say to her. Marron just pulled her knees to her chest and looked at him.
"As good as I can be really". He scooted next to her and lifted her chin so she was looking at him.
"Tell me who did this and I will make them pay". Trunks said with a darkness in her voice that she had never heard before. He was usually so cheerful and nice. His voice sounded so vengeful like his father's before him. Marron just shook her head.
"I don't want you to get hurt. Let's just forget about it. I'm sure he already has". Marron said as she looked at Trunks. His eyes were dark as leaned his forehead against her's and kissed her nose softly. He kissed her cheek and looked at her tired eyes.
"If you give me his name Marron, I will make him disappear in more ways than one." Marron looked at him with her dark blue eyes and she believed him and everything he said. He was a powerful man in the world. So, maybe he could help her.
"Enzo Mahari". Marron said and she knew he knew the name from the news. Trunks didn't ask another word just wrapped his arms around her as she sat on his bed. He didn't care what she was into or what she did for this man. He wasn't going to let him get away with it. Him or anyone that was involved.
-M-
After dinner, everyone sat outside on the deck around the contemporary bomb fire. They had all had a couple of beers and ate the dinner that Trunks had prepared with the help of Marron. It seemed that everyone was content with the evening except for Bulla. She thought that she could watch him with another girl, but it was killing her inside. Bulla had switched her beer to vodka probably an hour ago. It killed the edge as she just wrapped herself in Trunks Capsule Corp jacket.
Bulla had watched Trunks and Marron began to drift away toward the beach and she was Valese kept looking at her watch. It was hilarious to her how Goten wasn't paying attention to her talking about modeling. She knew that he wasn't by the way he was watching the fire dance and replying with his usual, "sure, babe". That was always the dead giveaway that he wasn't listening to the given conversation.
"Well Goten, I'm going to take off. I have to catch a flight to Malibu in the morning and I don't want to get bags under my eyes." Valese said as she stood from the love seat they were sharing on the patio. Goten stretched and nodded.
"Alright, I'll walk you out". He said as he yawned and took a look at the dazed Bulla. She didn't say anything just watched them disappear. She sighed being alone and she had been that way for a couple of months now. It was lonely, but it was better that way especially for working long hours. No one, except for Goten and Trunks knew about how extensive their relationship was. It hurt to know that they ended how they did. The worse part was they their friendship had also abruptly ended too. That was what they were both so faired of in the beginning. It was hard on her to be distanced from her best friend.
Goten reappeared and sat next to her on the fluffy patio couch. "Your drunk". He said throwing his arm around her shoulder. Bulla just smirked and nodded to him.
"Yep…" Bulla said as she leaned into him. Goten kissed the top of her head and just relaxed as they sat together.
"Were you going to do playboy because of me"? He asked waiting for her answer. Bulla only sighed and looked into his dark onyx eyes. She nodded to him as she leaned on his strong shoulder. Goten didn't say anything just held her to him. That just made him feel a lot of guilt for what he did to her.
"I'm so sorry, B." Goten only looked at her sipping her drink. Bulla was only glad to be in his arms. Although, she knew it was only temporary she was happy with it.
"We're okay babe". Bulla said making him smile. It had been awhile since she had called him that and he was okay with it, even if it was just for the night.