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A/N2: Several people
have asked what the age difference between Marron and Trunks is - and
though I answered them in R.C. - I figure it'll be best if I say it
in an author's note, that way it doesn't get asked again :) --
Marron's roughly only four years younger than Trunks, she's in her
graduate program. So, she's in her late twenties, he in his early
thirties still.
Innocence is Futile
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Dude Looks Like A
Lady
By Raven Pan and Alison Sky
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Chapter
Sixty-Nine
November 26, 799 - Monday
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Marron
was in the back bedroom with the children, trying to get Truten to
lie down for a nap, but the child kept on blowing raspberries. "Stop
it," she laughed. "It's nap time, you're suppose to sleep!"
she tossed another pillow onto her bed - which Truten immediately
plopped onto with a giggle.
Goten was in the kitchen, working
to make the hot chocolate. "Want marshmallows?" he called
out.
"Yes please!" she called back.
Truten
pulled herself up and started to reach for Marron's hair, "Yellow!"
"No no no no no, sleeeeeep..." Marron said, trying
to push Truten to lie back down in the pillow fort.
"You're
going to have to just lock her in the room... she'll put herself to
sleep," Goten stated.
Truten laughed and squealed as
Marron called back, "You sure?!"
"Yeah....
she'll scream a bit, but that's about it."
Marron looked
at the toddler then sighed, "If you say so..." and went to
the door, closing it behind her. True to form, the child started some
horrendous screaming.
She winced.
Goten walked over
and took Marron's hand, leading her away. "I have to do it
everyday. Trust me, she'll be fine."
"But she
sounds so distressed," she bit her lip, looking over her
shoulder at the door, as Goten led her away.
"Once she
realizes we're not coming back, she'll go and play with her toys
until she falls asleep," Goten explained.
"Well..
she's your daughter I guess..." Marron seemed
unconvinced, but a moment later the crying stopped and there was a
happy squeal, then a thud of blocks.
Goten chuckled, "See?"
Marron just shook her head, "Why doesn't she just go to
sleep then?"
"She has my hyperness," Goten
chuckled, sitting down at the kitchen table and stirring his hot
chocolate.
She sat down in a chair to his side, stirring her
own, "Thanks for inviting me over, Things are really crazy right
now with finals."
"I'm sure... I remember them very
well... thank Kami Trunks and I were good cheaters," he smirked.
"Cheaters?" Marron laughed, "And here I
thought you didn't have a dishonest bone in your body, Goten."
Goten just sipped his cocoa. "I'm not all sweet and
innocent, Marron... I have three kids to prove it."
"What
does being a father have to do with anything?" Marron asked
lightly. "Innocent people have children all the time."
Goten rubbed his neck. "Yeah, well, it's more like how
they were concieved..." he chuckled.
Marron blushed
slightly, chuckling as she took a sip of her cocoa as she watched
him.
"So, how do you think you're doing so far?"
Goten asked. "I mean, think you'll graduate on time?"
"I
think so, unless I flunk my final next Wednesday," she said with
a smile, "Which I really doubt - I've pretty much got it in the
bag, I think."
"That's awesome," Goten smiled.
"We'll all have to go out and party afterwards. I bet my mom
will watch the kids for the night."
"That would be
great!" Marron grinned.
"So... um..." Goten
looked into his cup. "How are you and Trunks doing? I don't see
him that much anymore since you two started dating."
She
smiled, "Things are going really well, he's probably one of the
more attentive boyfriends I've ever had," she said with a
chuckle, taking a sip of the hot cocoa.
"Yeah..."
Goten sighed, then stood up. "Come on, let's watch a movie while
the kids sleep."
"Sure," she smiled, standing
up. As his back was turned she frowned slightly... wondering.
Walking to the movie rack, he scanned the movies until he
found one. "Wanna watch 50 First Dates?"
"Oh I
love that movie! Yes!" Marron went to curl up a little on the
couch.
Goten smiled and flopped onto the couch next to her,
holding the controller. "I love Adam Sandler."
"Me
too, though I have to admit, I get a real kick out of Sean Astin's
lisp," she giggled.
"The lisping hobbit,"
Goten chuckled, leaning over to wrap his arm around Marron
comfortably.
Marron leaned into him, grabbing a throw pillow
and hugging onto it while she rested her head on his shoulder as the
movie opened.
Goten smirked and watched the movie, engrossed
in it.
Marron watched as well, though she found herself, part
way through, looking up at Goten and wondering. She'd been with
Trunks for a few months now, and she wouldn't say she didn't enjoy
her time with him. She knew he may want to pursue something a bit
more serious - but she had to know.... She really enjoyed spending
time with Goten too, he was a good friend. What if she was making the
wrong choice?
"No! Watch out penguin!" Goten
laughed and covered his eyes.
Marron giggled, "You know,
I think he has a thing about penguins," she said
philosophically.
"Oh, and what do your big textbooks say
about men and penguins?" Goten teased.
"Not sure,
but there's something fishy about them," she chuckled.
"Seriously though... well okay, I haven't really seen many of
his movies, but the two that I have seen, have prominent
penguin presence."
Goten thought. "You watched
Billy Madison, huh?" Goten smirked.
"It was
disturbingly hilarious," she nodded, smirking back.
"You
so need to watch Happy Gilmore," Goten nodded.
"Does
it have penguins?" she giggled.
"No, but it has a
midget on a trike," Goten smirked.
"Hmmm, is he
dressed like a penguin? Because I kind of like my "Adam Sandler
is Obsessed with Penguins" theory," she said, looking up at
him.
"He's also obsessed by crocodiles... cause he has
them in Happy Gilmore and the Waterboy."
"Maybe
that's what happened to the Penguins," she laughed.
"Croc
chow," Goten laughed.
"Grraawwww!" Marron
clapped her arms like they were croc-jaws. "Next week on
Crocodile Hunter... Adam Sandler, and why Penguins are a Croc's
favourite food!"
"A special one hour musical
adventure!" Goten added.
Marron laughed, falling back
against him to their original position. "You're silly, Goten."
"That's my lot in life, keeping my friends amused."
She tilted her head a little to look am, sm, smiling sweetly,
"You're good at it."
Goten tilted his head down and
smiled. "I've had a good many years to practice."
"Practice makes perfect."
"Yeah,"
Goten smiled. "So, you have any thoughts about what you want to
do after college?"
"A few," She looked at him
a moment, then pushed up a bit and closed her eyes as she kissed him.
Goten's eyes opened wide, and he pulled himself up and away.
"Mar?" he asked, confusion in his eyes.
She bit her
lip slightly and sat back looking at him, "Yes?"
"Um...
what was that for?" he asked.
"Well I... because I
like you too, Goten and, well," she looked down at her hands. "I
guess I wanted to see... you know.. if there was a chance-"
Goten pulled back a bit, biting his lip. "Well, you're a
nice girl and all, Marron... and if things were different..." he
said softly.
"How different, Goten?"
"Well,
you're with Trunks... and I, well..." Goten rubbed the back of
his neck.
"Yeah, but... Goten, I want to know if I could
have had a chance with you... if I weren't dating Trunks?" she
asked softly.
Goten just lowered his head and stood up,
walking to the kitchen. "I'm thirsty."
Marron
waited a moment, then stood and followed him, "I made you angry,
didn't I?"
"NO!" Goten turned, looking at
Marron. "It's just... well... I love someone else, Mar... that's
all."
"... Oh," she looked down. Then she
shrugged with a sigh, and looked up. "Who?" she asked,
curious.
"Just drop it, Mar, ok?" Goten asked
softly, opening the fridge to look for a soda.
She sighed,
still standing in the doorway, watching him.
"Mar
ple
please, just drop it, ok?" Goten begged.
"I didn't
say a word!"
Goten just reached into the fridge and
pulled another can of soda out, tossing it to her. "I think
Truten's asleep... I don't hear her playing."
"Probably,"
Marron said, still watching him curiously.
Goten sighed.
"What?" he asked, feeling her gaze on him.
"Who
is it, that you're so in love with it makes you this melancholy?"
she asked softly.
"Marron, please... trust me when I say
you don't want to know..." Goten said softly.
"Goten...
you know me - you tell me that, and now I know that maybe I need
to know. Tell me, Goten... who is it?"
Goten slammed the
fridge door shut. "It's Trunks, ok? I'm in love with Trunks.
Happy now?" he bit out, pain in his eyes as he glared at her.
Marron blinked in shock. "You...'re in love with
Trunks?" she moved over to the closest chair and sat down. "Why
didn't you tell me?"
"Because he doesn't love me...
he can't stand the fact that we're both guys... so he's happy with
you, and I'm not one to let my best friend be miserable on account of
my stupid needs," Goten muttered.
"That isn't fair
to you," she said softly, looking up at him.
"Yeah,
well, you can say the past year hasn't been that fair to me at all,"
Goten shrugged. "I'm used to it."
Marron frowned,
looking at the floor, "I think I understand...."
Goten
looked up. "What do you mean?"
"Everything
that's been going on," she waved a hand. "I'm so sorry
Goten, I never wanted to hurt you, you're one of the best friends
I've got here in the city."
"Mar, I'm not hurt. Not
at all..." Goten turned back to her. "It's not your fault
Trunks can't let himself love me as a guy... I'm just going to have
to live with it, that's all."
"That's just
not right," she shook her head. "That shouldn't be it at
all."
"Well, it is, and we both know Trunks is too
stubborn to sway his opinion differently." Goten sat down at the
kitchen table, burying his face in his hands.
"Y'know...
at this point in time, with what all the papers, gossip rags and
real, keep saying about him.... I'm about the only person who doesn't
believe them anymore..." she said mostly to herself as she went
over and rubbed his shoulders a little.
"What are they
saying?' Goten asked, not lifting his face. He had learned long ago
not to read those papers.
"Well," she sighed,
"Short form consensus is that Paris, a friend of Trunks briefs,"
she gagged purposefully over the name.
Goten just groaned.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Anyhow, she's come forward
to tell the shocking truth - that while he was away on his supposed
'Peace Corps' mission - He'd gotten a few women pregnant, and - once
the children were born - had their mothers eliminated, giving them to
his best friend to raise - in order to keep his reputation unsullied.
Furthermore, blah dee blah dee blah," she shook her head. "It's
absolutely horrible."
"This coming from an
unmarried woman with triplets that are raised by a nanny," Goten
growled.
"Oh, she's claiming they're his too - but
refuses to have the doctors take blood tests because she 'just knows
the Briefs will pay them off.' Pfah! they don't even favour him one
bit."
"HA! They can't be his cause Truten is around
the same age and he was in the 'Corps' at the time," Goten
chuckled. "Everyone can vouch for that."
Marron
laughed, "Doesn't stop her from saying it... something about, 'a
quick visit home, and just LOOK at what happened! doesn't even pay
any alimony!' - Some days Trunks just wants to go hire a hitman,
except it'd be traced back to him, and he feels horrible for those
kids as it is, without depriving them of their... 'wretched bitch of
a mother', I believe was the term..."
"Yup, I think
that's the one," Goten sighed. "And to think I was going to
marry her..."
Marron shuddered then leaned over and
hugged Goten from behind. "Everything's gonna turn out okay,
Goten. Call it women's intuition?"
"Mar... promise
me something..." Goten said softly.
"What's that?"
"You're not going to let what I told you change what you
have with Trunks," Goten stated. "I love him, yes... but I
want him to be happy too... and he's happier with you than I have
seen in a long time, Mar... promise me you won't do anything rash?"
"I'll always keep his best interest in mind," she
nodded kissing the top of his head before she stood.
Goten
nodded and smiled. "Thanks Mar."
"No problem."
.()()()
November 29, 799 - Thursday
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Three days later, at about
seven in the evening, and Trunks had a slight spring to his step as
he made his way to knock on the door to Marron's suite.
Marron
opened it, dressed in a pair of khaki's and a loose blouse. "Hey,
you're early!" Marron smiled.
Trunks smiled back,
leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, "I got out of work
earlier than I thought I would," he explained.
Marron
chuckled, letting him kiss her. She knew she had to figure a way to
give Trunks back to Goten... they made sense. But how?
"I
understand if you're not ready yet - I found a really nice place on
the coast I thought we could go tonight?" he asked.
"Sure.
Are we going to bring Goten and the kids?" It was becomming a
common question... Marron didn't want Goten left out anymore.
He
winced slightly - was there something wrong with his company?
"Well... I guess I was kind of hoping we could just go... just
the two of us, this time?"
"Okay, that's fine,"
Marron smiled, poking his nose. "Want me to drive?"
Trunks chuckled, kissing her forehead, "I thought that
was my job. But if you really want to," he shrugged.
"Well,
you know the way, so you'll have to give me directions... and I
borrowed Bra's car for the day cause mine is in the shop..."
Marron grinned.
"It's really easy, mostly a straight
shot on the skyway," Trunks said with a smile. "Ready to
go?" This is perfect, we should get there at just about
sunset.... "Don't forget your jacket."
"I
won't." Marron grabbed her jacket and shut the door, letting
Trunks lead her outside.
He slipped his hand about hers,
walking down the steps and leading her into the chill November air.
Parked out in the lot was Trunks's red convertable, the prize
Bra had won from her bet with Trunks two years earlier.
"Hn...."
he didn't miss a step, though he felt a pain in himself, as though
something were trying to warn him away. As usual, he stubbornly held
on. "Can't believe she still has this thing."
"She
loves it," Marron stated, handing him the keys. "Says it's
her prized possesion."
"She would," he took
them, "Change your mind on driving?" he asked, raising an
eyebrow.
"I figured you might miss her... " Marron
smirked.
"Nah," Trunks shook his head. Sure, he'd
lost her to Bra on a bet.... his sense of foreboding was begining to
grow, "It's kind of cold, so why don't we just take my car then?
No drafts," he suggested.
"If you're sure about
it..." Marron reached over and capsulized the convertable, then
put it into her purse.
"Yeah," he nodded, giving
her the keys and leading her over to his blue porche, helping her
into the passenger seat, before taking the driver's.
Marron
leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and smiling as she relaxed.
It had been a hard day in classes.
The car was started with a
soft hum, and soon they were making their way toward the coast.
Several times, Trunks would glance over with a soft smile - she
looked so pretty in the early evening light. His mind turned
to a small box in his left pocket.... And he smiled, returning his
attention to the road. "I take it you're tired?"
"It
was a long day..." Marron said, then squeaked a yawn, trying to
stop it. "I'm glad the classes are over though."
"Long
semester, ne?" he asked with a soft chuckle.
"Yeah,
but only two more to go and then I'm DONE!"
"I'd
applaud, but I'm kind of driving right now, Marron," Trunks
chuckled. "That is a happy thing though. Ready for the
holidays?"
"Yeah. Mom and Dad want to take me
skiing at Uncle 17's mountain home," Marron smiled. "Uncle
17 doesn't have company often, and Mom thinks we should invade him
every now and then."
"Brrr," Trunks fake
shuddered. "I'll have to drop by sometime, make sure you don't
forget about me," he smiled, glancing over to her before
returning his eyes to the road.
"I don't think I can
forget about you," Marron smiled, taking a deep breath and
closing her eyes.
She knew she had to do this... but she knew
she was also going to regret it.
Trunks smiled, "That's
good to know... here's our exit," he said, carefully turning
down it, and starting along the streets toward the seaside restaurant
he'd heaboutbout.
"It's a beautiful area," Marron
commented.
"It is," Trunks agreed. "I hear the
sunset out here is really gorgeous."
"Well, if we
stay long enough, we'll see it," Marron stated.
"I
don't see why not... It's nearly time for it anyhow," he said,
wending through the streets toward the shore.
Marron smiled
and watched the seaside as they drove along, playing with words in
her mind.
Trunks had his own words playing through his
mind... he had to do this perfectly, and the cool seaside seemed the
right place. He hoped Marron would approve of what he wanted to speak
to her about... it was important to him.
More important to
him than he cared to admit.
It wasn't long before they were
parked just outside a seaside restaurant, and though he parked, he
didn't turn off the warmth of the car just yet. He smiled, "Look,
the sun's about to set."
"It's so beautiful..."
Marron said softly, watching.
He wasn't so much watching the
sunset,n cln clouds drifting across the sky, a pinkish purple hue
dancing along them just as the line of night began to ride down. "At
risk of sounding corny, I think my view's lovelier," he said
softly, watching her eyes dance with secrets untold. Captivating.
Marron blushed and looked down at her hands, playing with
them.
He reached out, placing his hand atop hers, "Why
do you get embarassed? You're a beautiful woman, Marron."
Marron sighed. "Thank you Trunks... but... well.."
she looked up at Trunks, smiling softly. "We need to talk...."
He'd heard that tone of voice one too many times. His smile
faltered, "What about?" he asked, his eyes confused.
"Well... I've been thinking..." She turned a bit
more to him, focusing on him. "We've been going out for how long
now?"
"Three months, give or take a few days,"
he answered.
"Yeah... well... Trunks... it's just..."
Marron sighed. "Trunks, I really care for you, but I don't think
I'm the right person for you."
His face fell, "I
don't understand. Marron, I thought things were going well, better
than well...."
"They are, Trunks... and I wouldn't
trade in a day with you for anything... but... I just don't think
it's meant to be for us... what we have, it's like a fairy tale...
it's so beautiful... I don't want to ruin it...."
"If
you don't want to ruin it then... why do you want to change things?"
"Because... I know it's not going to last," Marron
said softly. "I enjoy our time together as friends... but I
don't think I can love you the way you want to be loved."
His
eyes shuttered down as he withdrew his hand from hers, looking
blindly at the sunset. "Is there nothing I can say... do...
to change your mind?" he asked softly.
Marron shook her
head. "No... but that doesn't mean I don't want you to still be
my friend, Trunks."
He dropped his head, letting out a
small mirthless laugh, a faint smile touching his lips. "I
see...." He looked over at her, his eyes closed off, but he
smiled. "I won't take it back though - you are a very beautiful
woman, Marron, and I would be honoured if you'd let me treat you to
supper here anyhow."
Marron leaned over and hugged him.
"It's be an honour, Trunks."
He closed his eyes
tightly as he hugged her back, kissing her cheek as he pulled back.
Marron smiled. "Come on, I'm hungry," she smiled,
winking.
He smiled back, an empty smile, as he turned off the
car and got out - to help her out and escort her to their last meal
together.
.
As every time before,
Trunks helped Marron out of the car, though he did not hold her hand,
as he escorted her back to her dormroom.
"You don't have
to escort me this time, if you don't want to," Marron stated.
"I'd understand if you just want to go home...."
"It's
alright, Marron."
Marron looked at Trunks and smiled.
"Are you really going to be ok?"
"Do I ha
cha
choice?" he asked, smiling slightly in return.
"No,
cause I know Goten will kick your butt if you don't cheer up,"
Marron stated.
He nodded, "Probably," and they were
at her door. "Goodnight, Sweet Marron," He said, touching
her cheek with his fingertips sadly, before he closed his hand and
turned, walking away.
"Goodnight Trunks..." Marron
whispered softly. "I hope you'll soon open your eyes and find
out the one who really loves you...."
His keen
hearing caught her words. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and
made his way swiftly down the stairs, capsulising his car and flying
as hard, and as fast as he could.
.()()()
November 30, 799 - Friday - Two-thirty A.M.
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Trunks
was sat, perched on the corner of the low rail about the living-room
Balcony, staring at something small, glinting in his hand.
Goten
had laid out on the bed in his jeans for a bit, hoping Trunks and
Marron would have come back earlier. He glanced over at the clock,
realising it was past two in the morning. Usually they would have
called if they were going to be this late.... He walked out of the
bedroom, stretching from sleep as he walked to the kitchen for
something to drink.
As he walked through the livingroom, he
turned to look at the balcony, stopping at the sight of Trunks. He
rubbed his eyes and walked over and knocked on the door before
opening it. "Hey...."
"Hey..." Trunks's
voice was quiet... empty seeming.
"What's wrong?"
Goten asked, hearing the change in tone of Trunks's voice.. one that
had been so happy recently.
"Took Marron to the coast...
to see the sunset..." he turned his palm, the stars and
streetlights causing the something within to glint. He sighed,
looking at it.
Goten looked at it, then bit his lip. "I
take it it wasn't a happy thing?"
"I was going to
propose...." He said softly, gripping his fist around the ring
in his hand.
"Oh..." Goten said softly, then looked
up. "Going to?"
"Never got the chance...
Marron broke it off," he said quietly, closing his eyes tightly.
"I'm... I'm sorry Trunks," Goten said, looking
away. A spark of anger rose. He was going to kill her.
"She
said it was too much like a fairy tale... she didn't want to ruin
it.... She said she didn't think she could love me the way I wanted
to be loved," he scoffed, turning on the rail and landing on the
balcony, leaning back against it, opening his hand to look at the
ring; his palm began to glow.
Goten looked at Trunks, his
eyebrows raised. "I don't understand.... Wait... what are you
doing?"
The gold of the ring began to melt, splashing
onto the deck. "They say diamonds are forever... the hardest
substance.... I bet I could break it," he said quietly, watching
the gold melt away, rolling off his hand and leaving the clear stone
behind.
Goten walked over and placed his hand on Trunks's
shoulder. "Trunks..."
His face was etched with
pain, his eyes empty seeming - the stone cracked, "See? Nothing
lasts... nothing," It cracked again, breaking in his palm, and
he turned it slowly, dropping the diamond shards into the gold on the
balcony floor.
"You want to talk?" Goten asked.
"You know I'm here to listen..."
"Hn,"
Trunks closed his eyes. "Goten.... I don't get it. What's so
terrible about me... that no woman wants anything to do with me? Am I
still that horrible a man?" he asked quietly. "What is it
that makes it so bad to stick around, even if it's a so-called
fairytale?" the light in his palm died out as the last shard of
diamond fell to the ground.
The gold on the balcony was
already cooling, the diamond shards sparkling in it as though a
pendant.
Goten knelt down to poke at the mess, trying to form
it a bit into a nicer shape, not really sure what to say. "I
don't know, Trunks... probably because there's just one thing that
keeps them from being able to admit their true feelings...."
"Just because I can't love, doesn't mean I don't care,"
Trunks said softly, turning and heading to open the door back into
the house. It doesn't mean I can't be hurt....
"You
know how to love, Trunks... you just won't show it when it counts,"
Goten muttered softly to himself.
Trunks didn't respond,
stepping through the door and closing it to a crack, going back to
their room to fall into his bed, still clothed, his feet hanging off
the edge as he dropped into a dreamless sleep.
Goten sat on
the edge, waiting and watching the gold cool back into a solid form.
He poked the diamond shards every now and then, making them form
shapes in the gold. He also took off the saftypin on his jeans and
stabbed it through the top to make a hole.
When it was
cooled, he scraped it off the balcony and walked it into the kitchen,
washing the concrete and dirt off the back, then looking at it in the
kitchen light. It was beautiful pendant now... maybe he would save it
for later.
But he planned on having a LONG talk with Marron
tomorrow.
()()()
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