I stared up at the stars from my spot on the roof. I remember the long ago days that I would be sitting up here with my brother beside me. The days where the smile I plastered across my face would be real and not a desperate show that I had emotions that didn't portray misery, the days before I knew what love was.

Lunch had gone to hell after Trunks left. It was finished in silence from my mother, although I was to busy convincing the hotel to drop all charges to notice, and when I was preparing to leave she insisted that I stay for dinner to see my brother and his family. What could I have said? I stayed but it was even more painful then seeing Trunks. Maybe it was just due to the fact that he seemed to be the topic of conversation.

A sigh broke my lips and I wished I could've been stronger. The last night in this town, I swore to myself as I was leaving that I would break all ties with this town but that was all a lie. I kept in contact with Marron. I used her to keep in contact with my family, to keep in contact with the life I gave up and by doing so, it had cost her life. It would've been better if I had just disappeared.

"You up there?" A voice called from the ground.

I slide forward and took a glance down to see the blue hair of the woman on the ground, "Why are you here?"

She took no time in climbing the ladder onto the roof and taking a seat a couple feet from me, "Well I would like to talk to you and I think it's the least you can do since you just had me arrested out of a vendetta against my brother."

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't know… I thought you were his wife…" I whispered out looking towards the sky.

The more I thought about it, the more I dreaded what I had done. Out of jealousy, I had had this woman arrested because I was too clueless to connect the dots, too clueless to remember that he had a sister.

"Are you prepared to listen to me at least?" She asked and just like her brother's, I could feel her piercing eyes going through me.

"I suppose, couldn't be worse then what I have heard tonight," I muttered out pulling my knees up to my chest.

"First I must tell you, I am not here because of Trunks, I am here out of my own free will… although if he had sent me I would probably say the same thing – although by adding the last bit you should feel more secure I am here on my own free will…" She trailed off for a second and I turned towards her to see her biting her lip.

"Don't worry, after today I don't think he would've bothered trying to get me to talk to him," I said laying my forehead onto my knees.

"Well, let me start at the beginning," She began as she shuffled around, "When I first saw the two of you together, it was the night of your prom. I remember taking the picture because it was the first time I had ever seen Trunks…"

It was a swift mistake but when she said his name I took a sharp gust of air in. I guess it was now nature because I knew that shortly after hearing his name it would begin to hurt again but it couldn't this time, it was already hurting.

She was quick to retract her words for different ones though, "I meant to say, it was the first time I had ever seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named kiss anyone and that says a lot when he had been on plenty of dates. There was something about how he looked at you that made me know his intentions towards you were pure. That night though, it was also the first time I had ever seen him cry."

I lifted my head to look towards her. She was chewing on her lip again but this time she was laying down and staring up at the stars. It almost seemed that she was trying not to make eye contact with me, maybe she knew Trunks wouldn't like her telling me all this.

"My brother was abused, both mentally and physically, for as long as I can remember but he never cried, he was too proud, always said that if it didn't kill him, it made him stronger. That night though, he didn't stop crying, he couldn't. It lasted for weeks. He would wake up and go to the washroom where both me and your mom could hear the whimpers, he would take his shower and come out looking pale and depressed but he wasn't crying. He kept telling us that he was fine but it was obvious to both of us he wasn't. He still believes that if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger but there was a piece of him that died when you left," She paused for a second to take a deep breath and for the second she reminded me of her brother with his always inappropriate dramatic pauses.

"He strived to get to where he is today. He wanted more then anything to be able to find you, to be able to show you that he loves you but when he needed the money, he had none. By this point both Trunks and myself were living here with your mother. Our parents had cut us off from their money and he barely was able to hold down a steady job with the coarse load he had.

"When he finally finished school, he got the best paying job he could – a Capsule Corporation research and development supervisor position, and he began to spend countless amounts of money searching for you. He has pictures of you that you wouldn't believe, some that I can't imagine how they got but he has them. He hired private investigators to find you and to get information and they all found you but not one of them had the information that he wanted."

"So all those times I swear I was being watch but wrote it off as paranoia…" I muttered out quietly under my breath.

"A couple of times he went there himself to see you and every time he would come back without having said a word to you. Every time he would come back and I would hear that same muffled whimpering from behind the bathroom door.

"Goten, I know you may not believe me but the truth lies. My brother is not the villain you have made him out to be in your mind. He is honestly a good guy. My brother is in love with you and if you would even sit down with him for a few minutes, you would see that," her voice was pleading.

"So you've been stalking me since I got here in hopes that you could fix all the mistakes that happened ten years ago? Hopes that I could forget prom? Forget the embarrassment? Forget the pain?" I had my hands rolled into balls, so tight that it felt as if my skin was ripping.

"No, I came here after seeing him cry again the night you came back. I saw him crying because you looked straight at him and he saw nothing but hatred in your eyes," Her voice was a little cold but she was quick to shake it off, "All I want is for you to spend a couple of minutes talking with him."

It was my instant that won the race over my brain to my mouth, "How longs a couple?"

"Lunch at noon tomorrow at Chez Whitey," she said with a tone of accomplishment as she began to get to her feet.

"I didn't agree, you set me up!" My words broke through my lips so quickly I had to listen just like her.

"You had me arrested!" She retaliated quickly.

And there was the guild trip. At this point I was feeling two things. First was the unmistakable defeat that I would have to go now. The second was the pain that I would never be suckered into anything by Marron again.

I sighed before staring back towards the stars, "You remind me of Marron."

"You know, after you left, we became pretty close friends. She always talked about you, she was a terrific person, a great soul," I couldn't help but looked over at her as she spoke but what got me was the smile that was toying on her lips as she looked at me, "She also told me if I was ever to meet you, just to tell you that Walmart had a sale on."

That was the Marron that I loved, the Marron that I would never forget, "So that's where you got her suit!"

So there you have it. What'll come next! Oh god, i can't wait for the next update. *Is handed a letter*. What are you serious? I have to write it... GAHHH! Must start.

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to Milk Goku, who made a typo of Mule (a donkey) and mole (a rodent) and brought me to tears laughing, and Yaoidude, who pushed me forward to update and broke my writes block.

Funny note: Chez Whitney was googled as "Fancy French Restuarant Name" and given to me on yahoo answers. LOL!