Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Holding On ❯ 14 ( Chapter 14 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: ObsessiveOne 
'And without warning Marron found her lips captured with his (who's)?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.18.2001 | Updated On: 07.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 424 | Status: Work In Progress
'And without warning Marron found her lips captured with his (who's)?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.18.2001 | Updated On: 07.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 424 | Status: Work In Progress
Bra walked down the hall with a frown across her features. She couldn't believe the day she had encountered. First, there was a long assembly on drunk driving held in the cafeteria, in memory of Jeremy Johanson. Everyone kept telling her how sorry he or she felt for Pan and she couldn't help but wonder how Pan was dealing with all of this. The constant reminder of his death had to be bothering her friend.
It was lunchtime when Bra realized that Pan didn't have to deal with the constant reminder because he had skipped school. It didn't matter very much since they weren't really doing much the last day, but she couldn't help but feel jealous that her friend got to stay home, and she didn't even get to stay home to see how her...brother was doing. It was now the end of the day and Bra wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. Tossing and turning in an uncomfortable chair the night before was not her idea of a good night's rest.
She then remembered that she had a flying lesson with Goten and sighed. 'At least maybe he can brighten up my day.'
Her legs effortlessly strolled her out of the tall building and down the sidewalk towards the Dojo where Goten worked. She crossed the street and turned the corner with out thinking. Well, without thinking about where she was going. In fact she was doing a lot of thinking, mainly about what she was going to do.
'Come on Bra, make a decision! I have two choices. I can tell him the truth that I can fly now and thus end all flying lessons with him, and probably any chance that I have with him, or I can lie and continue to go to the flying lessons. It should be an easy decision. Mom always told me that "honesty is the best policy" but I don't want to tell him the truth. He may not want to spend all this time with me, but I don't want to give it up. I know he has to find out I can fly SOMETIME, but...a little later won't hurt anyone.'
"Hey! Bra!" A voice behind her yelled, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn around.
The tall figure jogged forward to meet her and she looked very puzzled. "Where were you going?" He inquired with a spark of amusement in his eyes.
Bra looked around and blushed. "Oh whoops. I guess I wasn't thinking and just walked too far." ::You weren't not thinking, you were thinking about something else. Tell him the truth::
"That's okay. Are you ready to go?" he asked, slipping his arm around her waist.
::This is when you're supposed to tell him that you don't need to go. You don't need the lessons anymore!::
Ignoring her conscience and leaning into his warm embrace, Bra nodded her head and he lifted them off the ground. They flew in silence towards their training spot. "Why do I always feel like I should know this place?" Bra murmured to herself.
Goten landed on the ground and smiled discreetly. "Maybe you do. Don't worry, if you've been here before you'll remember eventually."
She gave him a deciphering look but shrugged her shoulders when she realized he wasn't going to explain what he meant. "So, where do you want to start?"
::You don't need to start, you've already finished on your own::
"Well, I know you've been flying a billion times with other people, but I'm going to take you up again and we're going to try something new."
Bra took a cautious step back and held up her arms in self-defense, "You are not dropping me in that lake again Goten." she warned.
His face gave off a hurt expression, but his eyes shone with laughter. "Who me? I would never do that to you!"
With narrowed eyes she let down her defenses and hid a smile as he picked her up with one arm under her knees, and the other supporting her neck.
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The monitors in the room were making constant beeps in a high-pitched computerized tone. The two women in the lab were leaning over a desk and silently scribbling figures on a sheet of paper, altering formulas and trying to find an answer. In the center of the room lay an unconscious lavender haired demi-saiyan.
*Beep* "Do you think we should substitute this part into part B of the formula too?" *Beep*
The two women continued to discuss the complicated rows of endless numbers and formulas. *Beep*. "I don't why you asked me to help you, I never was that great at chemistry."
*beeeeeeeeeeeep*
The two women heard the long beep, causing their breath to catch in their throats. Their eyes briefly met each other's in a look of panic, and then diverted to the center of the room.
On the small computer monitor there was a startling display of a flat line where his heartbeat was supposed to register.
With the blink of an eye, and speed previously thought only reachable to Super Saiyans, they were at his side trying to find out what was wrong.
Marron sighed in relief when she noticed that the reason his heartbeat wasn't registering was that the finger glove that monitored it had fallen off. (AN: When I got out of surgery they monitored my heart on this little thing that snapped onto my finger, and it kept falling off and it gave me a flat line.) She slipped it back on his finger and froze.
Her hand was suddenly enveloped in warmth as his hand closed around hers. Marron looked at Bulma in surprise and saw the same dumbfounded look on her face, but her eyes were focused elsewhere. Marrons eyes drifted to where Bulma was looking and gasped. Trunks was lying still on his back, his eyes fluttering gently in the bright light.
Marron tried tugging her hand from his and frowned. His grip only tightened to prevent her leaving his grasp. What was she supposed to do? A day ago she was so angry with him she could hardly breath, but with the discovery of his condition the hatred somehow turned to commiseration. But the compassion in her heart was wearing thin as their last conversation replayed in her mind. She had to fight hard not to punch him where he lay when Bulma shot her a pleading look.
"Remember the plan. Play along!" The scientist mouthed across the table.
Marron nodded slowly, the hair in her ponytail falling across her shoulder.
"We need to ask you a few questions to make sure you're alright. Can you tell us your name?" Bulma asked in a professional tone. If he didn't know who he was, or worse if he thought he was someone else then she'd have to play innocent scientist who was helping a passerby that was mugged. The mugged part would at least explain lack of identification.
The lavender haired Saiyan squinted his eyes and groaned. "I'm ok mom."
Marron frowned, if he knew Bulma was his mom then why the hell was he holding her hand?
Bulma sighed in relief. "Thank Kami, we were so scared you'd have amnesia or something."
Trunks accepted his mothers outstretched hand and pulled himself into a sitting position, at the same time hesitantly let go of Marrons hand to prop himself up.
"Ow...what happened?" He asked, sliding of the table to stand on the cold floor. Shivers ran through his bare feet and up his spine and he hopped from one foot to the other sending a pleading glance to Marron.
With a raised eyebrow, and an amused expression dancing across her face she kicked a pair of sandals towards him from underneath the table. He smiled and mouthed "thank you" to her with a wink.
Bulma's eyes narrowed. Something was definitely wrong, if he was so angry at Marron before then why was he being nice to Marron now? With a hasty decision she decided not to tell him the truth. It was best not to let him know about the disease until after they had a cure.
"Well, you were training and things got a little rough, we found you passed out on the gravity room floor."
Mirai seemed to accept the explanation and stretched. "So can I go now?"
Bulma nodded her head warily and walked with Marron over to the door.
Mirai Trunks walked behind them and took a step out the door before turning around and giving them the shock of their lives.
With a sincere grin he leaned towards Marron's ear and whispered softly. "I'll see you after work honey." And with out warning Marron found her lips captured with his in a demanding yet gentle kiss. Leaving all occupants of the lab completely silent and dumbstruck.
He released her and turned around, walking out the lab and down the hall towards the executive elevator that led straight to the president's office.
AN) Sorry this chapters so short. Who's going to kill me? Just be nice, all (well most) will be explained in the next chapter, which I hope to have out sometime tomorrow. Why did Mirai Trunks kill Marron? Will Bra ever tell Goten she can fly? What is Pan doing at home all day? What is Trunks doing since he finished all his work early?
It was lunchtime when Bra realized that Pan didn't have to deal with the constant reminder because he had skipped school. It didn't matter very much since they weren't really doing much the last day, but she couldn't help but feel jealous that her friend got to stay home, and she didn't even get to stay home to see how her...brother was doing. It was now the end of the day and Bra wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. Tossing and turning in an uncomfortable chair the night before was not her idea of a good night's rest.
She then remembered that she had a flying lesson with Goten and sighed. 'At least maybe he can brighten up my day.'
Her legs effortlessly strolled her out of the tall building and down the sidewalk towards the Dojo where Goten worked. She crossed the street and turned the corner with out thinking. Well, without thinking about where she was going. In fact she was doing a lot of thinking, mainly about what she was going to do.
'Come on Bra, make a decision! I have two choices. I can tell him the truth that I can fly now and thus end all flying lessons with him, and probably any chance that I have with him, or I can lie and continue to go to the flying lessons. It should be an easy decision. Mom always told me that "honesty is the best policy" but I don't want to tell him the truth. He may not want to spend all this time with me, but I don't want to give it up. I know he has to find out I can fly SOMETIME, but...a little later won't hurt anyone.'
"Hey! Bra!" A voice behind her yelled, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn around.
The tall figure jogged forward to meet her and she looked very puzzled. "Where were you going?" He inquired with a spark of amusement in his eyes.
Bra looked around and blushed. "Oh whoops. I guess I wasn't thinking and just walked too far." ::You weren't not thinking, you were thinking about something else. Tell him the truth::
"That's okay. Are you ready to go?" he asked, slipping his arm around her waist.
::This is when you're supposed to tell him that you don't need to go. You don't need the lessons anymore!::
Ignoring her conscience and leaning into his warm embrace, Bra nodded her head and he lifted them off the ground. They flew in silence towards their training spot. "Why do I always feel like I should know this place?" Bra murmured to herself.
Goten landed on the ground and smiled discreetly. "Maybe you do. Don't worry, if you've been here before you'll remember eventually."
She gave him a deciphering look but shrugged her shoulders when she realized he wasn't going to explain what he meant. "So, where do you want to start?"
::You don't need to start, you've already finished on your own::
"Well, I know you've been flying a billion times with other people, but I'm going to take you up again and we're going to try something new."
Bra took a cautious step back and held up her arms in self-defense, "You are not dropping me in that lake again Goten." she warned.
His face gave off a hurt expression, but his eyes shone with laughter. "Who me? I would never do that to you!"
With narrowed eyes she let down her defenses and hid a smile as he picked her up with one arm under her knees, and the other supporting her neck.
------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------
The monitors in the room were making constant beeps in a high-pitched computerized tone. The two women in the lab were leaning over a desk and silently scribbling figures on a sheet of paper, altering formulas and trying to find an answer. In the center of the room lay an unconscious lavender haired demi-saiyan.
*Beep* "Do you think we should substitute this part into part B of the formula too?" *Beep*
The two women continued to discuss the complicated rows of endless numbers and formulas. *Beep*. "I don't why you asked me to help you, I never was that great at chemistry."
*beeeeeeeeeeeep*
The two women heard the long beep, causing their breath to catch in their throats. Their eyes briefly met each other's in a look of panic, and then diverted to the center of the room.
On the small computer monitor there was a startling display of a flat line where his heartbeat was supposed to register.
With the blink of an eye, and speed previously thought only reachable to Super Saiyans, they were at his side trying to find out what was wrong.
Marron sighed in relief when she noticed that the reason his heartbeat wasn't registering was that the finger glove that monitored it had fallen off. (AN: When I got out of surgery they monitored my heart on this little thing that snapped onto my finger, and it kept falling off and it gave me a flat line.) She slipped it back on his finger and froze.
Her hand was suddenly enveloped in warmth as his hand closed around hers. Marron looked at Bulma in surprise and saw the same dumbfounded look on her face, but her eyes were focused elsewhere. Marrons eyes drifted to where Bulma was looking and gasped. Trunks was lying still on his back, his eyes fluttering gently in the bright light.
Marron tried tugging her hand from his and frowned. His grip only tightened to prevent her leaving his grasp. What was she supposed to do? A day ago she was so angry with him she could hardly breath, but with the discovery of his condition the hatred somehow turned to commiseration. But the compassion in her heart was wearing thin as their last conversation replayed in her mind. She had to fight hard not to punch him where he lay when Bulma shot her a pleading look.
"Remember the plan. Play along!" The scientist mouthed across the table.
Marron nodded slowly, the hair in her ponytail falling across her shoulder.
"We need to ask you a few questions to make sure you're alright. Can you tell us your name?" Bulma asked in a professional tone. If he didn't know who he was, or worse if he thought he was someone else then she'd have to play innocent scientist who was helping a passerby that was mugged. The mugged part would at least explain lack of identification.
The lavender haired Saiyan squinted his eyes and groaned. "I'm ok mom."
Marron frowned, if he knew Bulma was his mom then why the hell was he holding her hand?
Bulma sighed in relief. "Thank Kami, we were so scared you'd have amnesia or something."
Trunks accepted his mothers outstretched hand and pulled himself into a sitting position, at the same time hesitantly let go of Marrons hand to prop himself up.
"Ow...what happened?" He asked, sliding of the table to stand on the cold floor. Shivers ran through his bare feet and up his spine and he hopped from one foot to the other sending a pleading glance to Marron.
With a raised eyebrow, and an amused expression dancing across her face she kicked a pair of sandals towards him from underneath the table. He smiled and mouthed "thank you" to her with a wink.
Bulma's eyes narrowed. Something was definitely wrong, if he was so angry at Marron before then why was he being nice to Marron now? With a hasty decision she decided not to tell him the truth. It was best not to let him know about the disease until after they had a cure.
"Well, you were training and things got a little rough, we found you passed out on the gravity room floor."
Mirai seemed to accept the explanation and stretched. "So can I go now?"
Bulma nodded her head warily and walked with Marron over to the door.
Mirai Trunks walked behind them and took a step out the door before turning around and giving them the shock of their lives.
With a sincere grin he leaned towards Marron's ear and whispered softly. "I'll see you after work honey." And with out warning Marron found her lips captured with his in a demanding yet gentle kiss. Leaving all occupants of the lab completely silent and dumbstruck.
He released her and turned around, walking out the lab and down the hall towards the executive elevator that led straight to the president's office.
AN) Sorry this chapters so short. Who's going to kill me? Just be nice, all (well most) will be explained in the next chapter, which I hope to have out sometime tomorrow. Why did Mirai Trunks kill Marron? Will Bra ever tell Goten she can fly? What is Pan doing at home all day? What is Trunks doing since he finished all his work early?