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Then There Were Two

By Vegeta Goddess

~*~

Sky
blue eyes glistened with crystalline tears as the coffin was slowly lowered
into the gaping ground, forever laying to rest one the of the greatest warriors
the earth had ever known.

There
were varying sobs from the small crowd gathered � some were openly weeping
while others stood silently with blank faces and dry eyes, but all who were
present felt the terrible loss. There was something unreal in the air. It was
as if there should have been emotional background music or perhaps a
thunderstorm to emphasize the sorrow that hung over the survivors. They had
thought they had a cure but they had been wrong � they had merely delayed the
inevitable and now they were all doomed. Most had less then an hour, some had
only minutes but they would all pay the terrible price that came with life:
death.

The
virus killed faster now.

Marron
lowered her face, allowing her golden locks to fall in front of her eyes,
hiding her tears from the mourners. She had never felt grief like this before,
never imagined that such a horrible pain could come from death. It was not that
she had never experienced death before; it was just that it had never been so
painful or so personal to her before.

The
funeral wound to an end quicker then usual and Marron realised that she hadn�t
heard a word of what had been said, hadn�t heard the comforting words of the
priest as he�d laid her father to rest. She had just stared sightlessly ahead,
concentrating on not falling apart. She felt so fragile that had she fallen she
was sure she would have shattered into a million pieces.

The
others, her friends, drifted past in a wave of familiar faces, muttering
condolences, each and every one of them uncomfortable in her presence. Even
with her mother standing in front of her, a comforting presence in all the
confusion and fear that surrounded her, she could read the uncertainty in their
eyes about what to say to her. Of all the people who passed by her only one of
them said nothing, he simply met her eyes with an understanding look that
wasn�t pity or condescension. It was acceptance and understanding with perhaps
just a hint of disgust for the tears she so openly wept.

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It
was not a look that Marron would have thought ever to see in the eyes of Vegeta.
It was true that she hadn�t spent much time with the prince, but everyone knew that since Bulma�s death he hadn�t
been the most normal of people. He trained odd hours, he spent even less time
with his family then he had before. In fact since Bulma�s sudden illness and
death the saiyan prince had reverted back into some semblance of the man who he
had once been.

�Or
so her father had often told her. Her father used to watch Vegeta with a
worried glint in his eyes, muttering about how he didn�t trust the saiyan now
that Bulma was gone. Perhaps he had been right not to trust Vegeta, but her
father was gone now too and all Marron could do was swallow as Vegeta looked at
her with a cold fire in his eyes. This time her father wasn�t here to whisper
about how dangerous Vegeta was, about
how she should stay far, far away
from him.

Vegeta
had gone through this very same process with Bulma not two years ago. He�d had
to put up with the condolences of people who he couldn�t call friends but couldn�t
call enemies, people who he spent time with but didn�t really know. She could
remember the barely contained rage in his eyes as they�d nervously muttered
condolences and then scattered away - frightened and confused.

What
had been the worst for Vegeta, and now for her mother and herself, was that he
hadn�t aged at all. For this the others distrusted him. He was as youthful
looking now as he had been when the Z gang had first met him. The only sign of
his true age was in his endless obsidian eyes � they showed the age that his
body could not. When Bulma had passed on the other members of the Z gang hadn�t
known quite what to say to Vegeta. What did you say to a man who had watched
his wife age and then suddenly die while he remained youthful and healthy?

Now
it was her turn to face the stares of the others. The looks of suspicion and
distrust ate into Marron like acid, burning at her masked outer exterior. It
wasn�t her fault that her mother had been made into a machine and that her
mother�s artificial genes had been passed on in part. It wasn�t her fault that
she was going to remain the same age she was now until the day she died. Her
mother and herself alone understood
how Vegeta felt, how alone and
isolated he felt amongst the looks and the stares of the others.

Marron
blinked away tears and focused on Vegeta. He�d come to stop in front of her and
was gazing at her with an intensity that she had rarely seen on any mans face.
Drawn to him like a moth to a flame Marron stepporwaorwards knowing she had nothing
to lose. She didn�t have much time left�

~*~

Vegeta
walked past Android Eighteen, not bothering to stop and speak false words of
comfort. He�d never liked her husband and wasn�t about to comfort her for
losing someone who he�d never really had a chance to get to know.

Despite
the fact that he and Krillen had worked together, gathering survivors from
around the world, they had never become friends. Besides, he�d come to this
funeral to see someone else. Marron stood behind her mother. Her blue eyes were
identical to the woman�s in front of her. The same shadow of grief haunted
them, the same fear of what was to come. Yet, while he felt contempt for
Eighteens fear � the damned android should have known better then to have
become attached to a human, especially given the present state of the world - he
felt some semblance of emotion for the android�s daughter. There was something
so fragile in her stance�in the way her arms were wrapped protectively around
her body, the way in which she hunched as though trying to protect herself from
the weight of the world.

He�d
never bothered to deny his attraction to the android�s daughter since Bulma�s
death. She was an indisputably attractive woman, and everything her mother was
� but so much softer and warmer. Now, as he stood by her, he wanted nothing but
to take her into his arms and hold her. The feeling was strong and he had to
cross his arms across his chest to prevent himself from reaching out to her.
Living on earth had made him weak. It had made him softer and, since Bulma�s
death, had made him crave the company of the female sex.

It
wasn�t that he loved the blonde creature in front of him � it was just that he
wanted a woman, and Marron happened to fit his profile for the perfect woman. It
was crude but true. He wanted a woman and she was exactly what he needed. He
wanted someone � anyone � to pay
attention to him.

But
he especially wanted it to be her that realised he was still alive.

His
ebony orbs caught her gaze and held it, communicating his need effortlessly. He
watched as she stared mesmerized, frightened yet drawn by the fire in his eyes.
His effect on women was something that he had been aware of for some time and
something that he planned to put to good use. Human females were enchanted by
strength, power and danger, and he
positively oozed all three.

The
blonde needed someone to belong to now that her father was gone; in this fading
world women were a rare commodity. She needed someone to take care of her and
protect her from the cold hard world that had stolen Krillen away � and he
intended it to be him � if only for an hour. She would be his; an obsession
this strong could not possibly be one sided.

It
didn�t matter that she was engaged to his son; even the blindest of people had
known that Marron had been marrying Trunks for money and prestige. Vegeta
couldn�t fault her for that, it was hard to get ahead in this world, and
marrying Trunks would have given the voluptuous blonde an edge in upper-class
society.

Trunks
would have been content with her hanging on his arm like an ornament, just as she
would have been content se hse him for his money. While they would have
appeared together in public their personal life would have been a very
different story. Wether Marron knew it or not Trunks had been having an affair
with Kakarot�s son Goten for quite some time and would have continued the
affair even after his marriage to Marron.

But
of course Goten was gone now too. So many people were gone. Too many.

Since
Trunks had been planning on embroiling her in a sham marriage to cover up his
homosexuality, it was fitting for Marron to indulge herself in her own
pleasure. Trunks would never have to know that his future wife and his father
had spent her final minutes together. Even if he did somehow manage to overcome
his giant ego and discover their betrayal, he had his own skeletons jiggling
away in the closet�and it wasn�t as if Trunks had much time left either.

He
concentrated and felt Trunks faint ki signal. His son was still alive, but not
by much.

Vegeta
waited until Marron stood beside him before he turned and gestured that they
should walk together. He had imagined her protesting at first, determined not
to leave the safety of the crowd to walk with him, but to his surprise she
accompanied him willingly, apparently unafraid of being along with him.

He
wondered how long she had left.

~*~

Marron
swallowed hastily. Her heart was fluttering in her chest like a caged bird and
her stomach was churning as though she were on a roller coaster ride. She could
almost feel heat emanating off Vegeta
as he walked beside her. Her mind was
working a mile a minute as she ran through all the reasons that Vegeta could
possibly have for talking to her alone. Had he been anyone else, the most
obvious reason would be that he wanted to give his condolences in private�but
this was Vegeta, and she was sure that whatever his reason was, it was not to give her pity and sympathy.

She
didn�t think Vegeta could even feel sympathy and pity. Her father had told her
horror stories about him when she was a child � frightening her and intriguing
her about the dark prince who had come to earth seeking immortality. Had he
really been able to transform himself into a giant beast under the full moon?
Had her mother really beaten him in a fight long an a n a freeway?

When
she was small, she could remember seeing Vegeta and her mother training and
being terrified that he would kill her. He had been so fast, so powerful�there
had been a lust for battle in his eyes so strong that even as a child she had
recognised the danger. That day he had come close to seriously injuring her
mother and from that day forth, despite the stories her father had told her,
she couldn�t imagine anyone beating
Vegeta in a fight.

�Marron?�
Her mother�s voice reached her ears and she turned around with a soft sigh,
waving and signalling to her mother that she would be along in her own time.
She saw her mother close her eyes as though in pain and then slowly turn and
walk away. Despite wanting to comfort her mother, Marron was intrigued by what
Vegeta wanted with her. She turned back around and gasped when she found Vegeta
staring at her again, standing closer to her then she had thought he was.

Nervously
her hand moved up to play with her hair, a habit from childhood that she had
never quite been able to shake. He continued to stare at her for several
moments; the only sounds were that of their families leaving in the distance,
and the only movement were a few tawny autumn leaves that floated down from the
trees above; circling and dancing around them, caught in a gentle breeze.

Vegeta�s
eyes softened. �Shall we continue?� He gestured at the artificial forest that
had been planted along one side of the graveyard. The trees were alight with a
hundred shades of yellow, orange and red and autumn leaves spiralled from them
in an almost constant shower.

Marron
nodded despite her fears, and felt her heart calm itself. Whatever happened
now, she would go with the flow like those beautiful leaves � it wasn�t like
she had anything planned to do with the time she had left. Besides, she�d
longed for this moment since she had been a teenager; had longed for a chance
alone with Vegeta to discover who he really was.

What
made act the way he did? Did he alienate people deliberately? Did he like his
loneliness?

Vegeta
was a mystery, an unsolvable puzzle which she couldn�t stop thinking about.
Part of her engagement to Trunks had come about because she wanted to learn
more about the man who had sired him, but so far Trunks had been willing to
tell her very little about his father. The only thing he had said was that
Vegeta had loved Bulma, and that the
only reason that the Earth was still around today was because Vegeta and cared
enough for Bulma not to destroy it. He had said nothing about how Bulma had won
Vegeta�s heart, nothing about what it was that had attracted Vegeta to her. It
was as though Trunks was reluctant to discuss any of his family matters with
her.

~*~

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He
had her now. He�d seen it in her eyes when she�d turned around to find him
watching her. He mystified her, so much so that it overrode her common sense
and defied all reason, but then, he�d known all along that she was drawn to
him. He had known that Krillen had been worried about his daughter�s safety
around him. The fool had been overprotective, so much so that he�d watched
Marron like a hawk whenever Vegeta was within eyesight.

No
doubt Krillen had noticed the way his daughters eyes followed his every
movement, and no doubt he hadn�t been happy. Indeed, Vegeta had little douthatthat the small man had probably done everything in his power to dissuade Marron
from her curiosity about him. Obviously though, he hadn�t done enough to get
through to her, the girl seemed to be enamoured by him.

Vegeta
led Marron towards the maple tree�s that had been planted in an artificial
grove on one side of the cemetery, a small smirk playing on his lips. Although
he would have liked a more intimate setting for his seduction, the fiery
colours of the leaves did make a spectacular backdrop for what he had in mind.

He
snuck a sidelong glance at the beautiful creature by his side. She was clothed
in a simply black sheath dress to which she had added knee high boots, black
gloves and a black hat with a small veil. She was dressed for mourning, but
strangely enough her eyes were dry and her spirit seemed less then damped.

Vegeta
frowned and looked ahead again, his face clearing when he realised that
Krillen�s family had had time to prepare themselves for his death. Although the
illness had come upon Krillen unexpectedly and although he had died within a
day, they had known that the virus would find a way to finish them off. No
doubt Marron was hurting, hell, he could see the pain in her eyes every time he
looked at her, but the pain wasn�t as raw and fresh as it should have been.

She
had more of her mother in her then he�d given her credit for.

They
reached the small grove and stepped into the swirling mass of leaves that
flowed like lava from the trees. The leaves surrounded them on all sides,
allowing them to view only snatches of the world outside.

�What
is it that you want, Vegeta?� Marron had stepped back from him, her face
puzzled as the leaves half hid her from the saiyan�s penetrating gaze.

�I
want many things...� Vegeta ran a hand through his short spiky hair and stepped
closer to Marron, laughing softly. �But mainly I want you.� He let his words
spiral into the air and follow the leaves, curios to see their affect on the
android�s daughter.

�Me?�
She tossed her head, her blonde hair rippling with reflected colours. �I�m dying, Vegeta. You don�t think that perhaps telling me this is inappropriate?�
Her blue eyes were deadly serious, but she hadn�t laughed or panicked.

Vegeta
hesitated for a second. �I�m more concerned with the inappropriateness of
telling you this on the day of your father funeral, in the cemetery not even
one hundred metres from his grave, no less.� He shook his head slowly. �No, I�m
not concerned with death, and nor,� Vegeta caught her eyes again, �should you
be.�

�Oh?�
Marron raised perfectly arched eyes brows and crossed her arms over her chest.
�Any why, pray tell, should I be unconcerned with my future?� She narrowed her
eyes, struggling to keep up a civilised and polite front. It was hard when
Vegeta was looking at her like that.

�Because
I don�t think worrying will help
you.� He took yet another step closer and reached up to brush a strand of her
hair aside. He trailed his fingers slowly down her cheek, watching with
fascination as she shivered with repressed desire. �You worried about Trunks
cheating with other women and that never helped you.� His voice turned sly as
he changed the topic.

Hastily,
Marron cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure. �You�re referring
to Trunks� relationship with Goten? Well don�t worry, I know all about it.� She
tilted her head back, out of Vegeta�s reach. �Trunks was honest with me from
the start.�

�Good
to know.� Vegeta�s voice came out in a purr and his eyes positively glowed. �So, let�s move on shall we? How
about we talk about us?� The black
overcoat that Vegeta was wearing flapped noisily in the breeze and with a
careless gesture that surprised Marron he shrugged it off his shoulders and
allowed it to drop to the ground.

�I
don�t know what you mean, Vegeta. There is no �us�.� She allowed a hint of
scorn to enter her voice. It wasn�t that she didn�t want to experience
everything that Vegeta could offer her; it was just that she couldn�t allow him
to win so easily. Theirs was a battle of wills, a battle of dominance.

�Really?�
Vegeta breathed, his breath tickling her neck as he leant closer still. He
pulled back enough to look into her eyes, increasing the intimacy of their
conversation. �I�ve seen how you look at me, how your eyes follow my every
move.� His voice dropped lower, causing Marron�s stomach to flutter nervously.

�My
father used to tell me stories about you. I was curious.� For some reason it
was hard to catch her breath and she was forced to speak in short gasps. Vegeta
closed to gap between them, bringing his hard muscular body into contact with
hers. His lips hovered over her and Marron shivered with delight. She tried to
open her mouth to say more but Vegeta quickly claimed her mouth, his kiss
surprisingly gentle for someone so ruthless. She whimpered softly and Vegeta
pulled back, his eyes so deep and inviting that Marron couldn�t help but fall into
them.

She
found herself tumbling into their depths, falling deeper and deeper into the
darkness. She leant forward again, pressing her mouth to Vegeta�s as her hunger
overwhelmed her. She�d been running from her desire for so long it had become
habit. Her father had always told her to stay away from Vegeta�now she knew
why.

She wanted him. She�d wanted him for so long
she�d learnt to ignore the feelings whenever he was around her, but this time
she had nowhere to hide from her desire, no way to escape from the burning
flame inside of her which had roared to life with that simple kiss. She�d been
running from Vegeta for so long that somewhere along the line she�d lost
herself, and it was only in Vegeta�s kiss that she found herself once more.

Their
movements were almost frantic as the kiss deepened, until Vegeta tore his mouth
away and proceeded to kiss and nip her neck, forcing small cries of delight
from Marrons throat. Her knees gave way and Vegeta caught her, lowering her
gently to the ground as he continued to weave his magic.

Marron
wound her hands around Vegeta�s muscular arms; the sheer strength she could
feel in them was thrilling. She caught his shirt in her hands and bunched the
fabric into her fists, forcing Vegeta to pause and wrench off his shirt before
he could continue. She gasped for breath as he removed her from her dress none
too gently and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder.

She
caught hold of his shoulder and pulled herself into a sitting position, easily
straddling his waist as their hands explored each others body without
restrictions. The autumn leaves continued to shower down around them, hiding
them from the rest of the world as they both gave into the hunger that
threatened to devour them both if it wasn�t sated.

With an
effort Marron broke the kiss and laughed throatily. �Now I know why my father
warned me about you.�

normal'>Author Note: Depressing I know, but I got inspired
to write a M/V fic. It wasn�t until the very end that I decided to add in the
twist of having only two people survive�and not having Marron be one of them.
I�d love to hear what people think of this fic - apart from the usual �they
aren�t in character� complaints because believe me � I know they aren�t in
character! It�s an A/U! Please also remember that I�m an Aussie girl and spell
things the Aussie way!

NOTE:
This fic was written and inspired by the tracks �Then There Were 2� �In the
House � In a Heartbeat� and �Season Song� from the 28 Days Later
soundtrack. Highly recommended that you listen to these songs if you can �
especially �In the House � In a Heartbeat�.
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Then There Were Two

By Vegeta Goddess