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Marron and Maron	By : DemonPyromaniac Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragon Ball series. If I did, then I probably wouldn’t have to worry about paying off my student loans. No profit is being made from this story.

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AN: This story will be going into smut territory soon. And there will be lots of other mentioned and implied pairings by the end. Spot them all to get an imaginary cookie!

Marron woke up early the next day, well, early for a day where there was no school. Also known as eleven-thirty in the morning. She picked out an outfit consisting of jeans, green sneakers, and a green shirt with butterfly patterns. Marron wanted to look nice, but no overdressed. She flew over to West City where the other Maron lived in almost no time at all. She smiled to herself when she realized that she was gradually improving her speed when it came to flying every day. She was certain that she was just a little bit faster than she had been the day before.

Marron flew around the city for a while until she found a decent floral shop that she could get a nice bouquet at and then flew to the street that the other woman lived on. Anyone who might have seen Marron flying just dismissed it as a figment of their imagination. Marron eventually found the right address and came across a really fancy and expensive condominium. She figured that the other Maron must have a lot of money to live here, or more likely, based on what her dad had said some wealthy lovers who paid her rent. In fact, Marron was pretty sure that Trunks had a condo similar to this one for when he and Goten wanted some alone time, since things like privacy, knocking, and the meaning of a locked door were still foreign concepts to Vegeta. You’d think he would have figured it out after the amount of mental trauma that had surely resulted after he had walked in on them so many times, but Vegeta could be very stubborn and clueless at times.

Marron stopped thinking about her friends and where they spent their alone time and went inside the building. As soon as she told the man at the front desk who she was looking for, he took one glance at her and her flowers and said, “I’m sure she’s expecting you; she always has lots of guests.”

Marron rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. When she knocked on the door, she saw a familiar face.

“Bulma?! What are you doing here?”

The blue-haired, blue-eyed woman who had answered the door giggled at that. “Bulma? Who’s Bulma? Wait a minute, I think I’ve heard that name before. But I can’t remember where right now. Oh, you brought me flowers; thanks sweetie. Please, come in.”

Marron followed the woman into her spacious condo. It was really nice; there was a comfy look couches and a few armchairs with decorative blankets draped over the, and lots of pretty purple and green drapery hanging from the windows. Marron decided that perhaps she ought to consider re-decorating her room a little bit.

The other Maron was holding the flowers she just got and talking to herself about how she just had to put them in a nice vase. After she had done that and set the flowers on one of the side tables next to the armchairs she said, “My name is actually Maron silly. Why’d you think I was called Bulma?”

“Oh, it’s just you look a lot like someone I know.” Now that Marron had a good look at her, she could see that this was not Bulma. Maron did look a whole lot like Bulma; in fact they could almost be clones. But there were some differences. Marron’s hair was bluer than Bulma’s was and there were some small differences in their facial features. Bulma had slightly higher cheekbones and Marron had bigger, bluer eyes than Bulma. Also, Marron didn’t look even close to her age, which was just a few years younger than her dad. In fact, she looked almost just like Bulma did in some pictures that Marron saw of Bulma and some of her family’s other friends that were taken a few years before she was born. Marron briefly wondered if this Maron was an android or a Saiyan or some other kind of alien, but dismissed those ideas immediately. Her dad would have definitely mentioned something like that.

“Really? Is this person you mistook me for really cute?”

“Um, yeah sure she is,” Marron mumbled, trying not to feel weird about calling Bulma ‘cute’. Bulma was a beautiful woman, sure, but Marron didn’t think that ‘cute’ really applied to her.

“That’s great! I just hope she’s not prettier than me. Oh, wait, that’s ridiculous, no one is.”

“Right. Anyway, Maron I came by because my name is also Marron and my dad used to date you way before I was born and he sort of named me after you because he thought it would be cute if both of our names were puns for chestnut. I just wanted to meet you and see what you were like.”

“Chestnut…wait, does that mean that your dad is Krillin? I can’t believe he actually reproduced. Wait, a minute, are you absolutely sure he’s you dad? You’re way to pretty to be related to him.”

“Thanks…I think. But he is definitely my dad. I didn’t grow a nose until I was seven.”

“Oh, okay then. But your mom must be super hot since, well just look at you. And you have such pretty hair.” Maron grabbed a hold of one of Marron’s long pigtails and started running her fingers through the blond strands.

Marron blushed at that. “Thanks.”

The other woman suddenly let go of the teenage girl’s hair. “So, other Marron do you have any family pictures? I am a bit curious about your family.”

“Actually yes, I do have some on my phone.”

“Sounds like fun. I’ll go get us something to drink and you can just pick whatever couch you want to sit on. What would you like?”

“Do you have any lemonade?”

“Sure do. I’ll be right back, cutie.”

Marron took a seat on the couch. It really was as comfy as it looked too. She wasn’t really sure what to think of this other Maron. She did seem shallow and bubbly, but not malicious or cruel in any way. And was trying to come on to her or something? Or maybe she was just really friendly to everyone she met. Marron figured she’d just find out later.

Maron came back into the living room, carrying a glass of lemonade and a glass of soda.

“Here you go. Be sure to use the coasters since this table is some sort of fancy wood and the person who gave it to me said that you don’t want to get rings on the table.”

Marron pulled out her phone. “I have a few pictures that I’ve taken on here. This one is a good one; my whole family is in it.”

Marron showed her a recent picture of her and her family in front of the Kame House. Marron was waving to the camera. On her right, Juuhachigou, Krillin, and Juunanagou were smiling with their arms linked. On her left were Oolong and Master Roshi, who was making a peace sign.

“The blonde woman is my mom, Juuhachigou. The man with the longer black hair is my uncle Juunanagou. Of, course the man in between them is my dad, and those two over there are—”

“Oolong and Master Roshi. Yeah, I remember those two. They were kind of funny, but they weren’t very nice to me when I came by the house looking for Krillin. They laughed when I asked who was going to protect me from the androids I’ve heard so much about. Your mom and uncle sure do have strange names. Why is that?”

“Actually, my mom and uncle are those ‘terrible’ androids you’ve heard so much about. That’s why their names are numbers. They can’t really remember much about what happened before they were turned into cyborgs, other than being brother and sister. But don’t worry, they’re actually really nice. Just don’t piss them off.”

“I can’t think of any reason why’d they be mad at me, considering how pretty I am. But wow, I can’t believe that Krillin actually has hair. He did look okay when he was bald, but I think he looks better now. He never grew his hair out when I knew him; I think it was something to do with him being an ex-monk.”

“Dad told me about that. He said that he stayed bald most of his life as homage to the Orin Temple that he used to train at. I always thought him doing that was silly since everyone there was cruel to him because he wasn’t very strong. I guess it’s sort of funny that now he’s one of the strongest humans on Earth. Anyway, dad ended up growing out his hair for mom and Uncle Juunanagou. I think he was trying to impress them. And it worked too. That and being nice to them when everyone else was too afraid to even speak to them.”

“Impress them? Why did Krillin want to impress your uncle? I understand wanting to impress your mom but why him?”

Marron tried not to laugh as she watched the other woman try to figure out why her dad had tried to impress both of them.

“Oh my God! Krillin—he’s sleeping with both of them! They’re all mashed up together in that picture too. I didn’t even know he liked guys. Or that he was into anything that kinky.”

“Mom and uncle Juunanagou are twins too.”

Maron just started laughing. “Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. Except good for Krillin, I suppose. I mean, I date attractive twins all the time, but I’m really pretty. Krillin is alright looking, and he looks really good with hair, but he’s just not pretty like me. Or like you, pretty girl.”

Maron ran her hand up and down Marron’s thigh, grinning suggestively. Marron could feel her hand shaking and was worried that she was going to drop her lemonade.

“Are you coming on to me?”

“Of course I am. How could I resist when someone as cute as you are just shows up to my condo and brings me flowers? That was so sweet of you.”

“I-I just brought them because I thought it would be polite.”

“Really? I didn’t know that in order to be polite you had to buy a woman you’ve never met a bouquet of flowers.”

“I just thought it would be nice. I’ve never even met you, and I was just coming by unannounced.”

“And so you brought me a romantic gift.”

“It wasn’t intended to be romantic—”

Marron was cut off when Maron shoved her down on the couch and started kissing her. Marron just let her because she wasn’t sure how to react to the whole thing. Distantly, she realized that she had dropped her glass, spilling lemonade all over the nice purple carpet.

Maron stopped kissing the teenager. “Mm, you taste sweet. Oops, it looks like you dropped something. Never mind about that though, we can’t let it ruin the mood, now can we?” Maron took off her yellow tank top and then her bra.

“Do you like them?” She cupped her right breast with her hand and started rubbing her nipple.

Marron blushed. “Yes, they’re very nice. Perfect in fact.” And Marron wasn’t just saying that to be polite. They really did look all big and soft, and well perfect.

Maron smiled, grabbed Marron’s wrists and put her hands on them. “Now, why don’t you play with these a little bit?”

Marron responded by kissing, groping, licking and nipping her breasts while the blue-haired woman smiled and stroked Marron’s hair and said, “Yeah keep doing that,” whenever the teenager did something she liked.

Marron was enjoying herself, even as she distantly remembered her dad going on about Maron’s hypnotic boobs and how she shouldn’t look at them. A little too late for that… It was awkward; to say the least, to be doing this sort of thing with a woman her dad had dated. Marron didn’t think that she was into that whole sharing thing like her mom and uncle were. But then again, it wasn’t like her dad was dating her now, was it? That had been a few years before Marron was born. That of course, made it seem pretty odd that Maron looked like she was only twenty five years old at the most. She really did look like a younger Bulma. Or, perhaps an older Bra. Yes, an older Bra with bigger breasts. Marron smirked; she could work with that.

“Maron, I think we’re both wearing too many clothes.”

“Ohh, I’m so glad you said that. I figured you’d be into this sort of thing.”

“Really, why?” Did this other Maron have some sort of gaydar?

“Duh, because no one can resist my charms.”

“I should’ve known you’d say something like that.”

Maron just smiled and kissed the other girl on the mouth and shoved her tongue in. Marron moaned in pleasure; this other Maron was a really good kisser. Perhaps Marron could impress Pan and Bra the next time she saw them by doing some of the things that Maron was doing.

“Do you like that pretty girl? How about if I do this?” Maron started sucking on the girl’s neck and then shoved her hand down her pants.

“Mm, you’re already wet for me. So, are you a virgin? Am I going to get your cherry?”

“N-no I’m not.”

“That’s just fine too.” Maron withdrew her hand from the other girl’s pants. Marron made a face, but Maron just smirked and lifted up the Marron’s leg and started untying her sneaker.

“Who’d you lose your virginity too?”

“Two alien girls with tails.”

“Aliens with tails huh? Wow, everyone in your family is into kinky shit. I think I’m going to like playing with you.”

After she finished removing Marron’s shoes and socks, Maron exclaimed, “Oh, you’ve got such cute feet too. I love the red nail polish; it suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should get you to do my nails sometime. Now-” Maron unzipped Marron’s jeans and pulled them and her underwear off of her-“I want you to tell me about these aliens you slept with. And to take off your shirt. Did they abduct you onto your spaceship and probe you?”

Marron laughed at that one, while removing her shirt and bra. “No, they’re not those kinds of aliens. Unless you think a whole bunch a vibrators count as probes.”

“Meh, not really.” Maron took off her shorts, underwear, and flip-flops so that they were both completely naked.

“Okay, do you remember dad’s friends Goku and Bulma?”

“Oh yeah, they were that spiky haired guy that Krillin had a creepy thing for and that old blue-haired lady. Just kidding, I suppose I shouldn’t call her teasing names anymore since it’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

“Um, yeah I don’t know anything about dad and Goku having a creepy thing. But Goku is an alien, a Saiyan. And there’s also Vegeta, who is this guy who is totally obsessed with Goku and if anyone has a creepy thing with Goku, it’s him and not my dad. His hair looks like one of those troll doll’s hair—”

“Oh, I remember him now! I’ve only met him once though. He’s a funny looking little guy, but kinda of cute just because he’s so tiny and pissed of all the time.”

“…Right.” Marron really didn’t know what to say to that comment. “Anyway, Goku has a granddaughter named Pan from his oldest son Gohan and Vegeta has a son named Trunks and a daughter named Bra with Bulma and Bra and Pan are both about the same age as me.”

“Hm, how interesting. So those Saiyans have tails then? Can they do kinky things with them? I have a fun idea: how about you tell me about what that was like while I fuck you.”

“Um-okay then,” Marron could feel her face heating up.

“Heh, you sure do blush a lot for someone who’s not a virgin.”

Marron just glared at her.

“Whoa, no need to look at me with that scary face. I was just teasing.” She gave the other girl a peck and the lips and went to kiss and play with her breasts. Marron thought she heard her mumble, “So cute.”

Marron nervously touched the other woman and started running her hands through her blue hair and down her back. She did do this kind of thing with Pan and/or Bra, but she was still new at it. And she definitely had never done it with someone as, well unique as Maron.

“Maron, about those girls I mentioned… they can do kinky things with those tails.”

Maron smiled and grabbed one of the girl’s breasts and starting playing with that nipple.

“A-anyway, they were both born with tails, but they were always cut off when they were younger since Saiyans with tails who look at the full moon turn into giant monkeys. But Pan and Bra have been keeping their tails since they're older now and they just grew back one day.”

“Ohhh, is that some sort of sexy euphemism?”

“Afraid not. They turn into actual monkeys, but giant and very destructive. Not at all sexy.”

“Oh,”

Marron thought that the other woman sounded disappointed. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to disappoint Marron; in fact she wanted her to think of her as sexy and to get horny and excited from hearing her story; she wanted Maron to beg her to tell her more.

“Don’t worry, though; there were no unsexy giant monkey transformations that night.”
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