When Spring Came

Chapter 6: Chokehold

AN: It's been a crazy 2 months but I'm back

Trunks breathed deeply as he swung the door to his bedroom open. It had been a long day after that encounter with Marron, the board meeting had droned for far too long. Too many questions were placed on him and not enough on the people who were running the company prior to his leave of absence. It's not his fault his mom had skewed the plans so drastically!

He had come to find his robot companion tied up in a ridiculous assortment of bows and ribbons, Trunks eyed the expert handiwork of who he could only assume was his sister. "Bulla!" Trunks shouted over his shoulder as he approached the little droid. He swore he could feel his blood pressure spiking "Giru you weren't kidding huh…" Trunks muttered as his fingers hovered over the knot holding him against his bedpost.

Like clockwork, a moody teenager was summoned. Earbuds plugged in with a messy bun and an oversized sweater. "You rang?" Bulla replied dejectedly looking down at her phone, paying no mind to her brother who very clearly was angered by the entire ordeal. A classic Bulla response, Trunks thought.

"Yeah," Trunks responded, freeing the little robot from the ribbon trap conjured by the teen. "Why did you tie Giru up?"

Bulla scoffed and walked up to the pair, who very comically grasped for each other's protection. She swore this was the most affection she's seen Trunks have to anything aside from Mai…and maybe Marron. "I was just trying to make a few upgrades," she said innocently as she narrowed her eyes at Giru who very skittishly tried to hide behind Trunks.

By upgrades, Bulla meant making the little robot obey her beck and call. He was a much more sophisticated piece of tech and she could feel her neurons fire at the sight of playing with the design.

"Negative!" Giru blurted, "believe Giru, Trunks!"

Trunks pinched the ridge of his nose, expelling an exasperated sigh. "You guys…I don't have time for this, Bulla if you are going to play Dr. Gero can you please do it on any other bot?" Trunks pleaded as he picked up the skittish robot and set him down on the bed.

"But–" Bulla began in protest before Trunks held up a seldom finger to shush her.

"But nothing," Trunks responded, "I don't have time to chastise you, I need to do something more important," he groaned as he tossed his suit jacket on the bed, watching it ungracefully flop over Giru.

"Then why did you call me in here?!" Bulla groaned out in a whiney voice as she stormed off. Trunks watched as the bluenette walked away from the doorway, his eye flicking between her and the doorway.

"Teenagers…" Trunks grumbled to himself as he sat down watching as his robot companion floated up from the jacket, the red LED blinking almost…in curiosity.

"Girlfriend? Giru." The droid said as he settled on the table beside the bed.

Right he almost forgot what happened that morning…now he needed to explain the hard part. Marron. Giru didn't know much about her, just that the two weren't exactly amicable…but it must be news to the little robot. Besides, he wasn't sure if he would understand the inner workings and severe complexities of human relationships to begin with!

The last time Trunks ever had a "serious" girlfriend was Mai. Trunks watched the floor, sighing out as he played with the knot of his tie. Remembering Marron's hands as she corrected his poor job.

The clear focus in her eyes at that moment struck something in him. It was not the first time Marron left him speechless, many times she drove him up a wall with her responses that he would have nothing left to tell her. This time…however, was different. She was different.

It was almost… intimate? Like she has done this kind of thing before with a man? Did that… bother him? He wasn't too sure. Marron meant nothing to him, but the determination in her eyes reminded him of an old flame. She was much older than him, and constantly chided him on simple things.

Trunks swatted the thoughts away, there was no way those two women would come close in comparison. Mai is Mai and Marron is Marron, and there was no mistaking that. "Marron is my fake girlfriend," Trunks told Giru, "she is helping me and I am helping her, and I'll need you to stay quiet about it, understood?"

"Affirmative," Giru beeped back with what seemed to be a thumbs up, "why angry blonde woman? Giru."

"As I said, we need each other for something," Trunks responded as he picked up his phone which was laying on the bed from when he threw his suit jacket moments prior. He thumbed the screen and was hit in the face by a notification from Marron. He wanted to roll his eyes but he opened up the message anyway.

Can we meet?

Trunks glanced at the screen, his mind racing at the simple text. Why did she want to meet? Did someone find out? This was not what Trunks had anticipated. Why did Marron want to meet again? They saw each other not even a few hours ago…and quite frankly, that was more than enough Marron for a lifetime for him.. He should be calling the shots, right? He held his breath for a moment as he typed up a response.

At first, he wanted to question her. Why? But that would come off like he actually cared about her and was overly concerned with her which he was not. It was accusatory and he had no basis to which to accuse anything. But she did try to do just that earlier today when she followed him around. And to that point, is there something he was missing?

Marron hates him, the only people that follow him around are those fangirls and people who want his money. Did Marron catch feelings for him? Trunks paused his train of thought. Was he going nuts or something? She would never catch feelings for him, not even if he became Goten. It's a matter of principle.

So…Trunks ended up sending a short and simple: Sure, where at?

Marron ended up sending him the address of a laid-back izakaya not too far from the Sagittarius district. Trunks hoped the destination wasn't anywhere near where she lived, the commute was far too irritating to do especially with the afternoon traffic.

Meet me here in an hour. Trunks grit his teeth tossing the phone behind him, who did she think she was? Demanding a CEO to meet her at her discretion. The blonde knew how to grind his gears, but he obliged.

Marron sat by the bar, swinging her legs slightly as she watched people come and go. She knew that idiot wasn't too far from here. Though she could actually feel the nerves bouncing off of her, she willed herself to stay calm. Staring dejectedly at the glass of beer that sat in front of her, she watched as the condensation in the cup slightly dribbled down the side of the cool glass.

"Hey," a gruff yet familiar voice popped from behind her, causing the blonde to jump in her sight triggering her to eyeroll automatically.

The lavender-haired hunk unceremoniously flopped down into the stool beside her placing his brawny, tan arms atop the table. Marron eyed him, cautious to not seem lascivious in her gaze… his muscles hardly fit in that shirt, in fact, she could see the outline very clearly. Marron averted her eyes, it felt wrong to even look at him.

What a slut, Marron silently thought to herself.

"Hey," Marron huffed, looking at her drink, her cheeks slightly warm. "I guess you're wondering why I asked to meet–" Marron began now looking up to the hybrid's eyes. His thumbs were tucked behind the gold chain on his neck, creating a very obnoxious clicking noise with every passing moment. "I wanted to come up with a gameplan–"

"Gameplan?" Trunks asked, side-eyeing the blonde, his thumbs still twiddling with the chain. "What for, I thought we discussed what we were going to say?"

Marron bit the inside of her cheek, holding back from barking back at the hybrid. "Trunks," Marron began slowly. She inhaled deeply, her patience began to slowly dwindle with him and he hasn't even been with her for five minutes yet. This was exactly the problem she needed to discuss. "We don't act like a couple at all…how are we going to convince…them that we are dating if we can't be within two yards of each other without some sort of spat."

"My mom and dad did it," Trunks hummed out as he took a sip of Marron's beer, the blonde's face scrunching up as she snatched the drink back. "How hard can it be?"

"Yeah but that's not the norm," Marron responded as she took a swig of her drink, placing it further from Trunks' grasp. She gave him an icy stare, annoyed with the fact he so boldly decided to take her food. "Your parents didn't force eachother to be in any sort of relationship they probably just hate-fucked eachother 'till you popped out."

"Gross," Trunks replied, sticking out his tongue in disgust. "You don't have to be so descriptive y'know," the hybrid grumbled as he called for a bartender. The last thing Trunks wanted to think about was his old man in the sack.

Did his mom and his dad have an…interesting relationship…sure. His dad killed his mom's ex-boyfriend, tried to murder millions of people, and is now a stay-at-home family man (and he means family man in the loosest of terms.)

That definitely didn't affect his perception of what a normal and healthy relationship would look like! He's a Saiyan and CEO of one of the biggest tech companies on the planet…a normal relationship with a normal human woman was never in his favor. He had to learn that lesson young. If there was any positive about this arrangement with Marron it's that the girl had known him his whole life – there was no need to explain his life story and the complex relationship his family had with aliens, the government, hell even the fact he was half alien himself.

Marron knew it all and lived it. It was a comforting thought to know he wasn't totally alone. Had Marron not been the way she was, maybe they could have actually been something. Though, Trunks quickly threw such a thought away.

He guessed it was vaguely similar to what he felt with Mai, the difference being he was in love with one and pretending with another. They both knew the insanity that was his life, they witnessed it all from the freakish alien encounters to the mundane. Before he could realize it, he had a drink in front of him.

"I think we should practice," Marron trailed on, as she pushed around her snacks with her chopsticks, "pretending to like each other…"

"Nothing would make me unhappier," Trunks began taking a sip of his drink, "but I guess I don't have much of a choice here." Unfortunately, Marron had a point: if they wanted to come out on top of this whole mess unscathed they had to work as a unit. "But I don't understand why you keep beating a dead horse here, we already agreed to go on a date once a week," Trunks commented.

"Yeah, I know that," the blonde wasn't very animated, her eyes dejectedly watching the food. "But Goten is waiting for an answer about this double date, we need to speed things up a before things become too suspicious," Marron clarified now looking in Trunks' eyes. She usually would be spitting back some anger but the energy that hung around her was strikingly different than normal.

"Well, yeah…" Trunks replied, a soft sigh escaping past his lips. "What did that brain of yours come up with?" The hybrid hummed as he rested his hand on his chin.

Marron reached out to touch his forearm, watching as he recoiled quickly at the touch. "See," Marron started looking up at Trunks once more, "you are disgusted by my touch, I mean granted, so am I…" Marron mumbled, "so we need to desensitize each other to it."

"What are you suggesting?" Trunks' eyes suddenly became shifty as he looked at Marron; he hoped she wasn't insinuating sleeping together. Besides the fact that prudish Marron would never recommend such a thing, it would require a lot of heavy drinking to get to that point, and then after a horrendous hangover, they wouldn't even remember.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Trunks," Marron groaned, flicking his forehead with a manicured finger. A wave of relief came over him. He hadn't the slightest idea why he even imagined she would recommend such a thing. Maybe if Marron was anyone else…but again, this is Marron and it feels wrong. "I mean like holding hands and acting like we can tolerate each other."

"Oh thank God…" Trunks mumbled as he chugged the rest of his beer. "So how do you plan on doing that?"

Marron hummed as she popped a piece of karaage in her mouth. "I was thinkin'..." Marron said between chews, "maybe just doing things we like to associate hand holding with something positive, so when we hold hands we are comfortable."

"Okay, Pavlov, good theory," Trunks chuckled as he watched the blonde took one final swig of her drink, watching as a small smirk tugged on a corner of her lip. There was a small moment of pride that stirred within him. She didn't snap or bark at him this time, it was slightly relieving when the joke landed. "The night's still young, what do you wanna do?" Trunks asked as he pulled out some Zeni.

"Remember when we were younger, and we would always sneak into my uncle's reserve?" Marron asked, a devious glint in her eyes.

Trunks recalled that quite well, Marron always insisted on tagging along. Ever since then, he found the younger blonde was an adrenaline junkie. Especially after her encounter with the Cell Jrs, Goten and Trunks would always try to go and spar with them, but Marron knew the reserve like the back of her hand.

"Yeah?" Trunks responded as he watched Marron slip out of her seat and grab her bag. "Is that what ya wanna do?" Marron nodded, as she headed towards the exit. Trunks followed behind her through the after-work crowd. As soon as they were outside of the dimly lit restaurant, he grabbed the sleeve of Marron's chunky pink cardigan causing her to spin on her heel to face him.

As she turned, Trunks felt his mouth go dry. Suddenly, he felt nervous. He realized as they walked outside of the restaurant that her plan had one small caveat. If they were going to sneak into the reserve, they were going to have to fly. How would he explain that? Surely she knew?

"Mar–Uhm," Trunks began sheepishly letting go of her sleeve. "I forgot… you hate flying," he continued, averting his eyes, "we don't have any way to get there besides flying, since your uncle has tech that detects capsule cars.."

Marron glanced to the side, holding her arm tightly, "well, you are right…" Marron started. Her heartbeat felt so intense she could almost feel it in the base of her throat. She had hoped to come up with some other solution, but Trunks was absolutely right…she was absolutely terrified of flying and hated the feeling of being off the ground. "I guess," Marron stepped towards him, her eyes glancing up at him, "we'll have to…fly…" Marron cringed at the word.

Trunks chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I think I have an idea," he said, digging through his pocket. "We'll take the hovercar to a nearby island and fly the rest of the way,"

Marron's lips formed an 'o-' shape, he watched as the relief washed over her. Marron had to admit, that he was acting more amicable towards her today. It was odd, one day they are spewing insults at eachother but he seemed to actually be a friend today. He was mindful enough to remember her fears, and it was a bit touching.

She didn't like the asshole, she still thought he was narcissus incarnate… Well, that's not fair, Marron thought. That would actually be his father, but the point still stands. He was the spawn of someone with an inflated ego.

The ride there was rather quick, the capsule corp jets were much faster than regular civilian vehicles. Marron breathed in deeply watching the dark blue ocean below her, her anxiety heightening with every moment the vehicle was hovering over the water. Trunks looked over to the blonde, whose head was pressed against the window of the vehicle.

"You okay?" Trunks chimed in, avoiding staring too long at the blonde.

"Doing just peachy," Marron almost snapped but held her tongue. "Sorry…I am not a fan of heights."

Trunks tapped the wheel, drumming an off-tempo beat to the music on the radio. "Well, we're about to land near an island, your uncle's reserve isn't so far from West City," he said in a futile effort to make Marron feel more comfortable. "So it'll just be a few minutes till we get to the island," Trunks continued as he began to descend the vehicle.

In a matter of seconds they safely landed on a small remote island, Trunks encapsulated the vehicle and began to fly upwards to find the best view. "It'll be just a minute or two flying, you sure you want to, we can always just, chill here," Trunks said rubbing the back of his neck. He truly was trying to look out for the blonde, besides she was the one who so specifically requested for him not to fly.

She shook her head, grabbing Trunks by the wrist and guiding them to a nearby cliff with a clear view of the island and night sky. There was an abandoned dome-shaped building near the small beach, she glanced down at the water, her eyes glancing longingly at the ocean. It reminded her of home, and to an extent, the ocean always called to her.

Marron sat in the patch of grass, staring off into the sky. Away from the city, there was no light to pollute the sky, and she could see every star so clearly, that she flopped onto her back. Taking a deep breath in. Trunks watched her with curiosity, watching as the blonde hair intermingled in the humid grass of the reserve.

If he could freeze this moment, he would. This reminded her of a similar spot on Monster Island, where Goten, Trunks, and her would sit together. They'd sneak in snacks in their youth, later drinks, and cigarettes– laughing about people in school, teasing Marron for being the baby of the group…yet roping her into their chaos.

Now it was just Trunks and Marron, alone, in a later season in their lives. They both had their careers to worry about, and still find to make the crazy circumstances they were born into work in their favor. It was oddly comforting, for as much as they spat at eachother, there was this momentary truce where they reverted back…prior to the nastiness…

Prior to the namecalling…

Just Trunks and Marron.

"You're different today," they both said simultaneously. The two looked at eachother, holding eachother in their gaze. Neither of them wanted to admit it but there was something oddly romantic about the air, it was unspoken but understood…at least subconsciously.

"How so?" Marron clarified.

"You're loosened up," Trunks teased, "you always have such a stick up your ass, it's nice to have you be more chill…"

Marron snorted, "oh come on." Her hands covered her face as she continued to smile, "I am chill…"

"Oh yeah, as chill as a broken freezer," Trunks pointed out taking another deep breath of the woods. "I guess whenever it comes to 'Ten, you get pretty stiff, I mean– we've fought a lot these past couple of days–" Trunks continued, his hands laying over his stomach, "you must really love him, huh?"

Marron sighed, and a solemn expression came over her. "Yes," she said softly, "a lot." She continued to glance up at the stars, Trunks was right…she was very uptight about her feelings, and given the circumstances that Trunks had put the both of them in, it's hard to really let go and be calm, especially when everything felt so hopeless. "He means a lot…to me," Marron muttered.

"I know how that feels," Trunks said now looking over to Marron, watching the solemn expression on her face. She had the features of a porcelain doll, but the energy of an angry and embittered woman. He could have been a bit more empathetic towards Marron in the situation– but they were caught up in their own egos to realize it. "I had someone too," Trunks muttered out, grazing his fingers through the moist blades of grass. "She left me too."

Marron blinked as she turned her head over to the hybrid, looking at the soft moonlight bounce off his tan skin. She almost wanted to tease him—say some snide remark about his "shit" personality. However, she remained silent. Just staring at him, lips slightly agape. He is beautiful, physically speaking — of course, but there was a vulnerability that shone through in his words.

"What happened?" Marron asked, propping herself up on her elbow, watching as Trunks' glassy eyes closed gently his chest filling up with air as he exhaled. Every movement he made was majestic in some form, he didn't grow up a royal prince but the air in which he carried himself was always prideful, like a more tame version of his father.

"She…" Trunks paused, it was difficult for him to relive it. "Grew up…" Trunks chewed the inside of his cheek.

"You probably cared a lot about her," Marron mumbled, "guess we're both stubborn lovelorn assholes."

"Hey, I'm done vying for her," Trunks pointed out, glancing over to a cocky grin on his face. "Guess you can't say the same though," he snickered watching as the blonde slightly frowned.

She scoffed, glancing back at the sky. "I still believe in love," Marron replied. "He'll come around eventually," she pouted thinking back on every interaction she had with the other hybrid. She'd always be the one to comfort Goten whenever he had gone through a breakup, but despite her efforts, he never saw her as a woman.

"Good for you, some people deserve to feel in love," Trunks said slightly teasing her at the word love. "Goten's dumb, you can't drop hints…" Trunks began looking at Marron from his periphery, noticing how she clung to his every word. "You gotta be…direct," he said throwing a punch straight forward into the air.

"You don't think I—"

"No," Trunks interrupted. "You dressing up all pretty and being your usual fake sweet self is not enough for someone with such a thick skull," he said plainly, his hands now resting on his chest. "Why Goten, anyway?" Trunks asked, "sure he's an attractive oaf, but you could find a regular human guy," Trunks trailed on, "you're pretty, you can do it."

Marron's face flushed at the compliment but didn't let it go to her head. "Goten…is nice to me," she said simply, "he always protected me as a little girl and always was sweet to me as an adult…"

"So you'll fall in love with anyone who shows an ounce of kindness?" Trunks asked as he sat up. "That's how you get taken advantage of," Trunks responded, a sigh emitting past his lips. "You are lucky Goten is a nice guy." Curious eyes observed him, as the blonde sat up from the grass.

"His kindness is attractive to me," Marron replied, folding her arms. "I know he wouldn't treat me like that."

"You don't know that!" Trunks bit out, quickly regretting the outburst. "Bah…" he rubbed his hands on his face, pulling down on the skin on his face. "Goten wouldn't know a good thing if it hit him in the face, I'm committed to helping you out, but I'm telling you right now…your love story is hopeless if you don't get this whole assertiveness aspect right."

Marron stayed quiet, silently acknowledging the truth bombs that Trunks was dropping on her. But she would never let him have that win, it would be too much of a blow to her ego, and too much of a way to inflate his on the inverse.

"I want to try something," Trunks turned his body towards Marron, his legs crisscrossed with his hands outstretched, almost like they were calling for her touch. "Give me your hands," his hands outstretched waiting for hers. "I want you to pretend I'm Goten," Trunks stated plainly, "think of it like…you are practicing for the real thing." His eyes drilled into the blonde whose usually narrowed eyes were wide in wonder, lips slightly parted as if she had something to say.

Marron glanced at the large outstretched palm, her smaller hands daring to clasp with his. What a tall ask from Trunks. Asking her to imagine him…as someone who is just so unlike him… She already had a hard time picturing him in any light that wasn't negative. "Well, how am I supposed to imagine Goten when it's just you?" Marron asked with slight judgment laced in her voice, a brow quirked.

Trunks let out a sigh, tapping a finger to his temple. "I know it may be hard," Trunks began, looking down at her, "but it's called using your imagination."

Marron scoffed. There it s, she was surprised they were amicable. Oh, how she loathed when he assumed she was an idiot. Marron grunted in a rather un-ladylike fashion slamming her hand into his and closing her eyes. She began to picture Goten in Trunks' place instead, and her heart began to beat faster, despite knowing deep within it was Trunks. She pictured Goten interlacing his fingers with hers, feeling his warmth against the palm of her hand…it made the blonde feel almost embarrassed – like a giddy school girl.

She kept her eyes closed, feeling the delicate movement of her hand. Almost as if it were being pulled up and…felt soft, warm lips against her knuckles. Her heartbeat quickened, it was such a vividly loving touch. Marron's face flushed with heat as her eyes shot wide open and the picture of a princely Goten was dissipated and replaced with Trunks, his dark blue eyes connecting with her icy blues. His eyes held for a moment having a mysterious air to them. He smirked at her, dropping the hand. "Did it work?" He asked, his voice laced in some newfound cockiness.

Marron frowned, her cheeks still hot from the unexpected touch. A fluke, there was no way Trunks could ever act so warmly to any human being. She turned her face away from the hybrid with her nose in the air. "Yes," she mumbled out, embittered by the break of her fantasy. "Wish it was the real thing, and not the cheap imitation," Marron bit out.

"Ouch," Trunks chuckled, a hand pressed against his chest, "you aim straight to the heart Mare-Bear," he teased.

He was proud that he managed to get such a reaction from her. "Don't worry, I had my eyes closed too," Trunks replied, "I'd never willingly hold your hand." And this was true, when his eyes were closed, he pictured Mai. He attempted to console his desire by replacing the object of his affection with a placeholder, Marron should consider herself lucky in that regard.

"But you did," Marron pointed out.

"Oh shut up," Trunks scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

"Make me!" Marron fired back.

A silence fell between the two, Trunks wasn't sure if it was just the silence, the setting, or something entirely different, but he could feel his heart rattle about in his chest. His eyes fell on her pouty lips like they were begging to be kissed— Trunks paused his line of thought. That was not anticipated.

He didn't want to kiss her, he was sure of it. She was just an annoying woman who just so happened to be very attractive to him physically and in absolutely no other regard. Intrusive thoughts are easily shrugged off! So why was he so close to her, why were their faces so close that their breaths could intermingle? His hand reached to hold her flushed cheek, both their eyes half-lidded before a loud bang rang through the reserve jolting the two out of their hypnosis.

Marron jumped up glancing in the direction of squawking birds flying out of the reserve into the midst of the night sky. "Poachers," Marron whispered, as she dusted herself off. "C'mon Briefs, get your ass up," she said yanking the hybrid off the ground.

Trunks forgot Marron was not a regular human, despite her slender and downright delicate build, she was compact with superhuman strength – at least… by human standards. Trunks massaged this shoulder from how hard the short blonde yanked him up. He was still rather speechless…were they not going to talk about what just happened?

Maybe it's best to leave that as it was, play it off like he was fucking with her if she brings it up…

"Where are we going?" Trunks asked, quirking a brow at the blonde, glancing down at the delicate-looking fingers resting against his hand. "You plan on flying?" Trunks chuckled watching as her cheeks grew red.

"I–" Marron paused, he watched as her hands shook nervously. Her eyes closed, as she took a deep breath her grip tightening on his hands. "I will," she said fastening her resolve, lifting her body slightly off the ground, her eyes closed tightly as she floated a couple of feet off the ground.

Trunks watched as her body floated up near the leaves of a palm tree nearby, her eyes were screwed shut, it was quite an amusing view…Marron never flew. Maybe it's the few drinks she had that made her feel courageous, maybe it's the innate need of not wanting to be carried by him in particular. He smiled, crossing his arms as he looked up at her. "Open your eyes, blondie!" He shouted out.

Marron was suspended in the air, she braced herself as she opened her eyes, her eyes suddenly wide as she watched Trunks float up to her height. "I-I did it?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since I last saw Marron Chestnut flying," Trunks replied a smirk on his face, watching as the blonde's hair blew gently in the sea breeze.

"I'm flying…" Marron stated, almost in disbelief as she watched her surroundings, glancing down at her hands. She looked at Trunks, her chest tightening in a panic–she quickly lost her stability in her energy and Trunks caught her arms, pulling her closer.

He swore he could feel her heart against him, what happened to her that caused her to go into such a frenzy at simply being in flight? Marron cleared her throat, trying her hardest to put some space between Trunks and her. "Should we head over?" Trunks said shortly before a ki blast overtook that quadrant of the island.

Marron's head turned over to the direction of the yellow light illuminating the night sky. "No, looks like uncle's got it under control," Marron chuckled as she glanced back at Trunks who was still holding her a bit too close for her liking. "You can uh…put me down now…" Marron said flatly, glancing down at the grip he had on her waist.

"Oh uh, right…" Trunks said as he floated down to the ground with Marron. As soon as he landed he dug through his pocket to find the capsule vehicle. Holding the hoi-poi capsule in hand, Trunks glanced back at the blonde, her gaze was still holding on to the ocean. "You want to talk about what happened earlier?"

Marron turned to look at Trunks again, feigning innocence with a sweetly fake smile. "No, there is nothing to talk about," Marron replied, "I flew and got scared, what more is there–"

"You know what I mean, Marron," Trunks barked back, his gaze suddenly intense.

"Oh," Marron's smile fell, "...there is…nothing to talk about."

Trunks held his gaze at her, something was bothering him. On the one hand, he was glad there was nothing to discuss but it was almost like…he wanted her to say something. There was more he wanted to know about her, it was the first authentic interaction they'd had in a while. Where it was just simply co-existing, rather than talking about how much they "despise" eachother.

"Okay…" Trunks sighed as he took out the capsule vehicle. "Let's go home."

AN: I had a lot of trouble with this chapter I'm not gonna lie haha