Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Marron Sandwich 2: Yours, Mine, and Ours ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

MS2 : Part Three

Blue white starlight filled the bedroom of the suite by the time Trunks was finally finished with his stockholders meeting, and then two long follow-up conference calls with the Board of Directors, and then with his mother…he was exhausted. And certainly not looking forward to the guilt trip Goten would probably lay on him for not showing up as promised for dinner on the boat. Hell, he'd barely eaten anything all day. It wasn't like he'd wanted to miss it. He'd much rather have been out sailing with his best friends than stuck in the hotel's conference room all day. No contest. At least Goten'd had Marron along to keep him company, but Trunks was definitely pulling the battery from his cell phone tomorrow; he wanted a nice slow relaxing vacation with his two favorite people in the world. He was getting so burned out with work.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly he stumbled through the suite, dumping his laptop and briefcase on the coffee table and almost knocking over the empty wine bottles and glasses that were sitting there. He raised an eyebrow slightly, too tired to be hurt that they'd had a good time this evening without him. After all, they were on vacation too; no sense everyone suffering just because he had to.

He nudged the door to the bedroom open with his hip as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, there was no evil greater than video conferencing in his opinion, otherwise he could have taken his meetings on the beach while working on his tan. He paused as he pulled his tie off and dropped his shirt on the floor, scenting the air like an animal. The room reeked of sex and his eyes immediately went to the pair sound asleep in the big bed.

Trunks' eyes narrowed to see Goten asleep in the middle of the bed in a snarl of sheets, his body wrapped around the much smaller form of Marron as he cuddled her against him. Trunks sulked momentarily, normally he slept in the middle at home, it was his accustomed place to have Marron and Goten wrap themselves around him in their sleep. It was one of his favorite things. He wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that they'd obviously had sex without him, either. But his overtired brain decided to take a raincheck on damaged masculine pride - conveniently forgetting that he'd slept with both of them alone the day before - in favor of sleep, and his smiled wryly at his sleeping lovers.

"While the cat's away, eh, Chibi?" he chuckled quietly as he shed the rest of his clothes and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came back out he saw that Goten had rolled to the other side of the bed, Marron following as her little body spooned up behind Goten's, like she habitually did to Trunks at home. Yawning hugely, Trunks climbed into the bed behind Marron and cuddled up to her, pulling her gently away from Goten to mold to his front. Cradling one of her breasts in his hand and burying his nose in her sweet smelling hair. Her soft body against his relaxing him immediately.

"Trunks…" she mumbled in her sleep, wiggling farther down into his embrace. He kissed the back of her ear softly, already half asleep.

"Mine…" he sighed as sleep claimed him.

It was quite possibly the closest to paradise that she would ever come, Marron thought as she closed her eyes and leaned back, relaxing into the gentle swaying of the oversized hammock in the breeze. The shade was cool under the lilting palm trees, the nearby surf a soft backdrop to the sounds of birds and the rustling palm fronds. Her head was cushioned on two heavily muscled biceps, as she lay wedged between Trunks and Goten in the hammock.

She dozed and drifted as she half listened to the muted tones of Goten and Trunks discussing the restaurant that Goten was planning to open with the money he'd saved. Having heard it all before, and her input as an accountant already given, Marron let her mind empty. She hadn't slept well the night before, worried about what Trunks' reaction to she and Goten sleeping together would be. She'd held her breath when she'd heard him come to bed, but he'd only pulled her away from Goten to cuddle up to him. In the morning he hadn't mentioned it at all, behaving as if everything was normal and making her wonder if she and Goten's concern was unfounded. So they had gone with it, if Trunks wasn't going to make a big deal of it, then neither was she, and Goten had seemed more than pleased by Trunks' behavior.

Smiling slightly, she wiggled into a more comfortable position between them. It was moments like these; just the three of them being together, that she loved the best. The cool ocean air wafting over her skin bared by the conservative black bikini she wore, the warmth of Trunks and Goten's skin against hers as their legs entwined, was heaven.

Marron felt Goten shift more onto his side next to her, making the hammock rock as he and Trunks' conversation trailed off. She felt fingers - most likely Goten's, since he was always more inclined to casually touch her - trail over her bare stomach lightly. The soft caress almost tickling her and she kept her eyes closed, not quite ready to relinquish her dozing for conversation.

"Did she fall asleep on us?" she heard Goten ask Trunks. Trunks turned to mirror Goten's position as they faced each other over Marron's prone form. She could feel them looking at her even with her eyes closed and she kept her breathing even and slow as she played possum.

"Not likely, but I know how to find out…" Trunks said in a low voice. Marron felt another hand on the outside of her thigh, caressing slowly up toward her hip - definitely Trunks, since it was the hip opposite of him - a second before soft lips brushed lightly over her neck. Marron repressed a shudder, Trunks was too good at making her quiver into jelly at his barest touch. She hunched her shoulder a bit when he pulled away, cutting off his access to her sensitive neck as turned her face more toward Trunks so he couldn't tease her anymore. She had her hair piled on top of her head, leaving her neck bare and vulnerable so she was completely caught off guard when as she blocked Trunks, she left herself wide open to Goten. She bit the inside of her lip as Goten lightly grazed his lips and teeth over her neck to the juncture of her shoulder. Tracing the hollows above her collarbones with his tongue. The sensation of it, coupled with the lazy caresses they were still giving her hip and stomach sent tingles all the way down to the tips of her breasts, making her nipples stiffen.

"She likes that…" she heard Trunks chuckle, his breath stirring the loose tendrils of hair at her temples.

Goten made a mumbling-purring-murmuring sound against her throat as he worked his way up to her jaw, the vibration of his voice passing his lips made Marron's eyes roll up into her head underneath her closed lids. She had no idea why she was feeling so sensitive and responsive; perhaps it was the thrill of being outside, the weightlessness of the softly swaying hammock, all she knew was that her nerve endings were sizzling with awareness of them. Her lips parted as Goten nibbled at her jawline, and Trunks took advantage, lowering his head to hers to kiss her slowly. His hand slid up from her hip to rest on her ribcage, just below her breast. Goten's hand nearly mirroring the position on the opposite side only at her waist.

She arched her neck back, exposing her throat as Trunks joined Goten at kissing and nuzzling her neck, biting her full lower lip to keep from moaning out loud when Trunks started suckling her earlobe. She cracked her eyes open and could barely see the sky beyond Trunks and Goten's bodies as they rested shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning over her.

"You aren't playing fair," she gasped. Trunks grinned before turning back to trace the depression at the base of her throat with his tongue.

"Who said anything about playing fair? Goten, did you?" Trunks teased in a low voice.

Goten's answer was a short grunt of negation before he covered Marron's mouth with his, kissing her deeply. Their eyes closed as they kissed, and Goten cradled Marron's face in his palm. Trunks watched avidly as their mouths moved against each other's slowly, glimpses of their intertwining tongues, and Marron's soft sighs making him groan.

"Mmmm, Goten…have I ever mentioned how fucking hot it looks when you kiss my girlfriend?" Trunks murmured, before lowering his head to Marron's upper chest again.

Startled, Goten drew back slightly from Marron, his eyebrows lowering. Glancing up, Marron could tell that Goten was less than pleased with Trunks' use of the possessive. Before Goten could comment however, Marron's eyes widened impossibly and she shrieked point blank in their ears.

"Ecchi!!!! What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded, squirming wildly. Trunks lifted his head and grinned evilly at her, his hands still pushing her bikini top up to expose her breasts.

"That's a dumb question, what does it look like I'm doing?" Trunks asked, engulfing her breasts in his warm hands a moment, shaping them to his palms. Marron tried to free her arms from where they were trapped at her sides so she could pull her bikini top back down, but she was well and truly wedged between their bodies and couldn't get loose.

She felt a tongue slowly circling her nipple, she had no idea whether it was Goten or Trunks because her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Normally, she would love having this kind of attention from them, it was rare when the two of them paid attention to her at the same time and she wanted to enjoy it, she really did. Just not on a public beach where anyone could just wander by and see them.

"Guys…wait," she said breathlessly. She could feel both of their mouths on her exposed flesh now, their bodies looming over her smaller one in the hammock. She felt engulfed and yet overexposed. Despite the pleasure they were giving her, she couldn't relax into it. Visions of the hostile and judgmental looks she'd received from the other hotel guests - real or imagined - filled her mind, making her panic. "Please," she whispered, "not here…"

"Shhhh…" Trunks soothed, lifting his face from her breasts to speak. "Relax, Marron. No one is around, and no one can see what we're doing with Goten and I in the way. Besides," Trunks grinned, holding her eyes as he circled her nipple provocatively with his tongue while she watched, "it's exciting this way. Dangerous…" He purred.

"Trunks…no…" she gasped, still arching her body under them in a vain effort to free herself. Ignoring her, she felt Trunks' hand trailing lower over her stomach to the edge of her bikini bottom where he ran his finger teasingly just under the edge of the fabric. Her eyes shot open wider than she thought possible, he couldn't be serious. They were right beside the public beach of the resort, anyone could walk right up to their hammock tucked in among the hibiscus bushes and palm trees and get an eyeful of Trunks and Goten touching her intimately. Marron wasn't comfortable with that, she may be involved with two men at once, but she wasn't a voyeur…or an exhibitionist.

Trunks and Goten's breathing came heavier and Marron felt their mouths leave her breasts. Opening her eyes she was greeted by the sight of the two of them kissing right before her, even as Goten keep caressing her breast with his hand and Trunks slid his palm down her stomach and under her bikini bottom, his fingertips cupping her mound. "Guys…please…" she whimpered again, trying to squirm away from their caresses, their hard lengths pressing against the backs of her hands, still trapped at her sides, scorching hot even through their baggy swim shorts.

Goten pulled his face away from Trunks', seeming to hear her pleas at last. His dark eyes were hazy with lust as he blinked at her slowly, and Trunks' lips moved on to Goten's neck. Goten's eyes closed briefly as he tilted his head to the side to give Trunks better access. "Goten…" she whispered, and his eyes opened to meet her pleading ones again. Marron hoped he wasn't too far-gone to understand her hesitation.

She saw Trunks put his lips against Goten's ear, even as he watched Marron out of the corner of his eye. He whispered something, too quiet for Marron to hear, but it made Goten's face burn as he blushed bright red. Trunks smirked, pleased by Goten's reaction and he took the darker man's earlobe between his teeth briefly before letting go.

"C'mon, Chibi…you know you want to, "Trunks purred against Goten's ear. "You couldn't wait to do it yesterday the minute my back was turned, so why not now that I'm here? I want to watch you fuck my girlfriend."

Goten scowled furiously at Trunks and jerked back from him, the motion freeing one of Marron's arms at last and she took full advantage, shoving the two of them off of her enough to scramble out of the hammock. She yanked her bikini top back down and wrapped her arms around herself protectively as she looked from Goten to Trunks, the former glaring angrily and the latter giving him a smug sneer of challenge. Marron cringed at Goten's fierce expression. He wasn't angry very often, but when he was he could be intimidating, and she suddenly had an overwhelming desire to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. She looked at the sand, the hibiscus, her own toes, any place but the hammock and the silent battle of wills being fought there.

"I-I think I'll go get us some drinks…if that's okay," Marron whispered, unable to stand the tension any longer. With a muttered apology, Marron scooped up her sarong and fled back toward the hotel. Two intense sets of eyes following her every move as she tied the brightly colored silk around her hips.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole sometimes, Trunks?" Goten snapped when he was sure Marron was out of earshot. Trunks raised an eyebrow coolly.

"I'M being an asshole?" Trunks growled back. "On the contrary, Goten. I think I have been very accommodating, considering what happened yesterday."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Goten asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

Trunks leaned back in the hammock to see Goten's face and he folded his hands on his chest as he studied his lover. The hammock still gently swaying from Marron's hasty dismount and Trunks smirked a little. "Just what I said. I know the two of you slept together yesterday."

Goten clenched his jaw. "We sleep together everyday, Trunks. We live together remember? We all share one bed."

Trunks made an impatient gesture with his hand before flipping his bangs out of his eyes. "You know what I meant. The two of you had sex without me."

"So what?" Goten challenged, the lines of his face still tight. "You had sex with her without me the day before that. Not to mention all the times we've had sex without including her."

"That's different." Trunks dismissed.

Goten could feel himself getting angrier, and it wasn't a feeling he particularly liked, especially since the anger was directed at Trunks. He was never angry at Trunks. "How is it different, Trunks?" Goten asked in a low voice.

Trunks glared back and Goten couldn't help but find him beautiful, even in anger and hostility. "She's mine," Trunks hissed, "she always has been."

With a snarl, Goten lunged at Trunks, pinning him to the hammock with his hands on his shoulders. Goten had the height and weight advantage between the two of them, but not by that much. Half a head and about fifteen more pounds of muscle, but it was enough to hold Trunks immobile, as Goten got right in his face, his annoyance sharpening his features like a blade.

"Yours, huh? Like I'M yours?" Goten growled, his body covering Trunks'. Trunks' smirk was the mirror of his father's, and the sight of it pissed Goten off to no end.

"Of course." Trunks agreed smoothly. Goten bared his teeth, but didn't move away as Trunks wrapped his arms around Goten's waist, pulling his hips into closer contact with his and Goten discovered that Trunks hadn't lost his erection at all. Goten closed his eyes as he picked up the subtle fragrance of Trunks' pheromones, making his own body respond despite his anger as he swelled to full hardness again. He could feel his own pulse in the back of his throat, could feel Trunks' pulse against his chest as their hearts pumped in perfect synchronization. Trunks' hand slid down between them, giving Goten a discreet stroke through his swimsuit. Goten knew he should move, it wouldn't look good if someone happened along. But his body wasn't obeying as Trunks fondled him.

Trunks tipped his head up to Goten's, and Goten could feel his breath against his lips. "You're mine and you know it." Trunks whispered. Goten's eyes shot wide open and his face contorted in anger.

"I've got news for you, Trunks," Goten hissed through clenched teeth. "Not every fucking thing is about YOU. Get over yourself already. This isn't about YOU, or me…it's about US. There is no yours or mine here…only OURS. Got it?" Goten snapped, flinging himself out of the hammock in much the same way Marron had a few minutes before. Trunks lay there with a stunned and annoyed expression on his face. "Remember this, Trunks…there are THREE of us in this relationship. Not Trunks getting the best of both worlds. We agreed to share, all of us. And that makes her mine, too." Goten told him.

"You never complained before…now all of a sudden you get a little pussy and you've grown a backbone." Trunks muttered, his eyes flashing.

"I've ALWAYS had a backbone, Trunks. It just takes a lot to piss me off, but I have to say that you are doing an excellent job of it right now." Goten growled, his fists clenched at his sides. His powerful muscles tensed as he leashed in his power. Wanting nothing more than to launch himself at Trunks and settle this the Saiyan way…with his fists. And Trunks knew it as that annoying smirk on his face grew.

"Think you can take me, Chibi? Go right ahead and try…I was stronger then, and I'm still stronger than you." Trunks jeered, slowly rising to his feet to stand in front of Goten. "That makes me the boss."

Before Trunks could even see the motion, Goten's fist connected with Trunks' jaw, knocking him back down into the hammock. Trunks looked up in surprise at Goten's furious expression. Goten hadn't been holding back, that punch had HURT. Trunks rubbed his jaw; he could feel the power coming off Goten in pulses.

"I love you, Trunks, Kami only knows why I put up with your crap, but if you start this Saiyan dominance bullshit with me again I will finish it, so help me." Goten promised, his eyes burning into Trunks'.

"So you love her more than me now, Chibi?" Trunks asked flatly, and felt Goten's ki spike.

"Paranoid much? Dig the wax out of your ears, Trunks!" Goten spat, his patience at an end. "This isn't about her and me. This is about how you treat us. Like objects. Like we're possessions. Marron said it herself; you treat her like a blow up doll. Well, we're not here for your convenience, Trunks. You need to start treating us as equal partners."

"Or what?" Trunks asked in a low dangerous voice, bristling at the veiled threat in Goten's.

"Or you're going to have a very lonely vacation." Goten told him, spinning on his heel to leave. He needed to get some distance from Trunks before he said or did something he'd REALLY regret. He got half a dozen steps away before he turned back to the lavender haired man. Trunks had his back to him as he stared out toward the sea. Goten didn't need to hear a word from Trunks to know he felt persecuted and put upon. He could read it in the tight angry lines of his back. Goten scowled again, Trunks would never learn, but Trunks would have to…or this whole relationship would never work.

"One more thing…" Goten called back. Trunks raised one eyebrow in question as he graced Goten with a quarter profile. "Stop fucking calling me Chibi." Goten barked and was gone.

Marron took her time walking back to the resort, trying to let the cool ocean breeze soothe the hurt and confusion away. She didn't understand what was happening within her as she slowly walked along the edge of the beach and the jungle, why every step she took farther away from Trunks and Goten she felt worse. Edgier and angrier. She paused several times to try to enjoy the lush tropical setting, the white sugar sand of the beach stretching away to meet the aquamarine sea. It was truly one of the most beautiful places Marron had ever been in her life, she just wished there wasn't this turmoil within her, making her apprehensive.

Despite the fact that she had never been formally trained in martial arts, those few early lessons her father had given her in sensing ki were sort of coming back to her it seemed. Or perhaps it was something else, something else that made her feel like she was furious, but at what she couldn't put her finger on. However, as she got closer to the bar at the edge of the beach the mysterious anger receded, replaced by a cold finger of unease. A group of single young women about Marron's age were lying out on the sand ahead of her and she could feel the hostility pouring off them as if it were a living thing.

Trying her best to be polite, Marron met the women's gazes' head on. Smiling at them as she walked past to the bar. Not one of them returned her smile and as soon as Marron's back was turned she heard a low viperous hiss from behind her.

"Slut." The voice said, sending a hot sizzle of shame and indignation to stiffen Marron's spine. She looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes narrowed in anger, but none of the women would meet her gaze as they flipped through magazines or sipped their drinks. They looked so nonchalant that Marron wondered if she had imagined the unfriendly gazes, or the whispered insult.

After ordering a pitcher of daiquiris to take back to Trunks and Goten, Marron rested her head in her hands as she leaned against the bar, her palms covering her face. What was happening to her? Was the guilt of sleeping with Goten making her imagine things that weren't there? At home the fact that the three of them were in a relationship had never bothered her, but then at home they had their lives that kept them busy. Marron her job as an accountant, Trunks had Capsule Corp to run, which took an inordinate amount of his time and energy. And Goten was busy as well, cooking at a well-known restaurant as he planned the opening of his own. This vacation was the first time the three of them had found the time to slow down and just be with each other with no conflicting schedules or other distractions. And so far it was going to hell in a handcar.

"So would you be being their whore then?"

Marron snapped her head up sharply to see the smiling face of the bartender as he set down the extra large pitcher of drinks in front of her.

"What did you say?" Marron asked, her voice tight with anger.

"I asked if you'd be wantin' anything more, Miss?" the bartender asked her in his subtly accented voice. Marron squeezed her eyes closed - she was losing her mind, had to be.

"No thank you," she whispered, reaching for the heavy pitcher. The bartender's wizened brown face cracked into a smile again and he handed her three handled mugs.

"You'll be wantin' these then, make it a lot easier to carry back to your men's." He said. Marron took the mugs from him.

"My what's?" she asked, her voice cracking in the middle.

"Your friends. I assume you're not gonna drink all dat your ownself?" The bartender asked, his expression concerned. "You be needing anymore mugs than dat?" Marron shook her head.

"No. Three is plenty." Marron replied. "Can you watch this a moment? I need to use the Ladies Room." Marron said absently.

She breathed a sigh of relief once she was in the cool echoing stillness of the restroom. And felt even better after she splashed some cold water on her burning face. She wished she knew what was happening, why all of a sudden she felt like she wasn't in control of her own emotions. Granted, she was concerned by Trunks' barb at Goten about fucking his girlfriend. She didn't want to cause problems between Trunks and Goten, certainly, but there was also a part of her that was angry. Resentful of Trunks' possessive, like she belonged to him and had no voice of her own. Like a talking doll.

She stared at herself in the mirror; her cheeks were flushed with anger, sun, and a lingering trace of the arousal they had stirred in her. Her hair was a mess; long tendrils having fallen out of the clip she'd used to pull it up, and damp wisps from her wetting her face curled at her temples. Some would say she had that artful disheveled look that so many tried for and failed. Marron could pull the look off with her model perfect features and pinup body, but to her own eyes she simply looked frazzled and anxious.

She had her hand on door to leave the restroom when she heard the voices of a group of women outside. She wasn't ready to face more disapproving looks - either real or imagined - so she withdrew. Slipping into the last stall farthest from the door as she heard them enter. She sat on the tank of the toilet, resting her feet on the closed lid so no one would know she was there.

Marron could hear three different voices as the women chatted, but her gut clenched as she realized they were talking about her.

"Can you believe the audacity of that slut? Waltzing around the resort with those two pieces of heaven like she owns the place. It makes me sick!"

"Come on, Hiromi…admit it. You're jealous." Another woman laughed. Hiromi sniffed imperiously.

"And you're not, Aina? I heard you saying 'lucky bitch' quite clearly when we saw her with that dark haired one at dinner last night." Hiromi said.

"She's got you there, Aina. But I just can't believe that she's so…blatant about it. I heard the bellhop saying that the three of them share one suite. So it's like totally obvious she's sleeping with both of them. And of course you heard what happened the other night, right?" The third woman said.

"Oh, about her being chased all over the place by the naked one. I heard. And I also heard that they found her clothes at one of the waterfall pools, but no her. What did she do? Walk back to her room naked?" Hiromi scoffed.

"Don't even get me started! My room is on the same floor as theirs and I could hear them having sex last night AND the night before like they were in the same room with me. That slut is a total screamer, it's positively indecent." The third woman said.

"Lita, you're just wishing that was you!" Aina laughed.

"Duh! Haven't you SEEN those men? They are the most gorgeous things I have ever clapped eyes on. But do they pay attention to any one else? No… It's like the three of them are in their own little world or something. Like they're too good for the likes of us. What makes that dumb blonde so great anyway? She's not THAT hot…" Lita grumbled.

Marron's fingernails dug into her knees as she tried to keep her temper in check, to not run out there and give them a piece of her mind. Despite the fact that they richly deserved it, she kept quiet. She could hear them finishing up and getting ready to leave. With a last few choice observations on Marron's character and moral standards their voices diminished as they left the restroom.

When she was certain that they were gone, she left the stall. Her body was so wound up with hurt and anger that she was shaking. She tried splashing water on her face again, but nothing helped. She couldn't get their catty and judgmental voices out of her mind. She slipped out of the restroom, her eyes scanning the beach ahead of her and her neck crawling with the hostile stares she felt she must have been getting.

Forgetting all about the drinks, Marron took off down the beach, away from the resort and away from Trunks and Goten. She needed some time to think, to work off the anxious energy that riddled her body. She wished desperately that she could fly like Trunks and Goten. How nice it would be to just take to the air and immediately put distance between herself and her troubles, but she could only run. Her feet flying over the sand as she sped down the beach.

She ran until her legs burned and her lungs were bursting before she pulled up. Panting heavily as she surveyed the deserted stretch of beach she was on. Looking behind her she couldn't even see the resort anymore.

Slut…

Lucky bitch…

Who does she think she is…?

Marron tipped her head back to look at the fluffy white clouds on the horizon, big white thunderheads that scraped the ceiling of the sky as they piled up. Promising rain that night. The nasty words of the women echoing in her ears, and her father's disapproving face filling her mind's eye, making her skin crawl with shame. She couldn't hold on to her anger about the judgments people were making about them, despite what Goten had said about the three of them, the truth of the matter was that she was being shared by two men at the same time. That must make her a slut.

The ocean breeze made the loose tendrils of her hair tickle her neck and cheeks and she turned her head, something farther down the beach catching her eye. It was a man sitting with his knees pulled to his chest; the amazing part was that he looked like he was sitting on the sea. Marron scrunched her eyebrows and started walking down the beach toward where the man was, determined to see how the trick was done.

As she got closer, two things became apparent. One was that he wasn't sitting in the ocean; he was sitting on a sandbar, surrounded by the turquoise water on three sides. The second was that the person staring out to sea was Goten. He turned his head slightly as she approached, but his face didn't split into the warm welcoming smile that she was used to from him, he just watched her silently. She cocked her head to the side as she walked up the narrow spit of sand behind him and she could see the tension in his back.

"Hey there," she greeted softly. "What are you doing all the way out here?" Goten continued looking out over the low waves of the lagoon to where the surf broke against the reef a quarter of a mile out. Shooting white foam into the air.

"Hiding," Goten replied simply, his elbows propped on his knees. She moved closer until she stood at his side in the wet sand, the gentle waves lapping at her toes.

"I hear that," she laughed quietly. She glanced over when Goten didn't move over to make room on the narrow strip of sand for her to sit beside him and saw he had his chin propped on his clasped hands. The pose and his expression made him look like a forlorn little boy and she leaned over to look at him, her hands clasped behind her back. No response.

Marron walked around in front of him, standing between Goten and the water. She expected him to tip his head back to look at her, but he just kept staring in the direction of her thighs, like she wasn't even there and she frowned even more. Moody Goten was like snow in July…it wasn't natural and it made her forget her own troubles. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her feet in the water and sat on her heels, her face level with his.

"Goten…" she coaxed, trying to get him to look at her. She scooted closer until her knees were between his legs. Her bikini covered breasts right in his line of sight, but Goten still seemed a million miles away. She reached out hesitantly and brushed the long black spikes from his eyes. She'd never seen Goten like this before, so introspective. He was always so cheerful and good-natured; she realized that she had come to expect that from him. How selfish of her to assume that Goten never had bad days too.

"Are you all right, Goten? Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently. Brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek lightly. He didn't answer, just closed his eyes and Marron had the sudden realization that perhaps he didn't want company, and her presence was being intrusive. Embarrassment colored her cheeks and she got back up. "I'll leave you alone then…" she said apologetically, and started to walk past him back down the sandbar when she heard his quiet voice.

"I hit him."

She stopped two paces behind him and looked back. "What?" she questioned, not sure if she'd heard him correctly.

"I hit Trunks," Goten repeated, staring at the sand between his feet. Marron resumed her place in front of him, sitting on her heels at the waters edge so she could look at his face.

"Why?" she questioned softly, afraid of the answer. Goten raised miserable eyes to hers. He looked so conflicted, it made her want to put her arms around him and pull his head to her breast and comfort him. But instead she twisted her fingers together in her lap and waited patiently.

"He's a prick," Goten growled, "a cocksucking bastard." Marron bit her lip softly.

"That sounds more like a description than a reason," she quipped before she could help herself. It wasn't the time for levity, but it seemed to help as Goten gave a ghost of a smile in response. "Wh-what were you two fighting about?"

"What do you think?" Goten asked sarcastically. Marron looked away as she wrung her hands lightly.

"Was it about…what happened yesterday? Or was it about…" she swallowed miserably, "…me?"

"Among other things." Goten said dryly, now it was Marron's turn to stare at the sand. She never wanted this to happen. She never wanted the two of them to fight because of her. Things were turning out just awfully…the women at the resort calling her names; Trunks and Goten fighting because of her…She wanted the ground to swallow her up. She absolutely hated the thought that the two people she loved the most were unhappy because of her. She was about to apologize to him, to tell him that they never should have done what they did the day before when he spoke again.

"He needs to know that he can't treat us this way. But that was still no excuse for what I did." Goten said. Marron raised her agonized blue eyes to his. "He made me so angry, telling me that you were his. Treating the two of us like we're his pets or something…telling me he's the…" Goten swallowed the word, the muscles of his jaw bunching as the remembered anger hardened his features. Marron could feel his anger, like the very thought of what Trunks had said infuriated her too, and she hadn't even been there. "I've never struck him in anger like that before. I've hit him plenty of times, but that was sparring. It's different." His dark eyes held hers, pleading for understanding. "My mother does that. She hits my father when she's angry. I always swore that I would never do that; I'd never be like her and hit someone I loved that way. And I did…" Goten finished quietly.

Marron reached out to touch his cheek, bewilderment still clouding her beautiful face. She felt such a crash of emotions all of a sudden: sorrow, shame, anger…and confusion, all mixed with the urge to comfort him. The feelings intensified in her as her fingertips touched his cheek. "Goten?" she whispered uncertainly. That feeling was back, the feeling that she wasn't in control of her emotions and it frightened her a little. Goten leaned his cheek into her hand, his dark eyes sliding closed.

"It's all right. It's because we shared energy yesterday. We're still attuned to one another…it'll wear off." Goten told her gently.

"Attuned?" she questioned. Goten lowered his face slightly, his bangs falling over his eyes, hiding his expression from her.

"We…bonded yesterday," Goten said softly. "Not permanently, we aren't life mates or anything." Goten finished quickly. Marron dropped her hand. Her brows knitting together.

"Why did you do that, Goten?" she asked. Goten didn't answer. "Goten?" she questioned again, more forcefully. He looked away.

"I wanted to feel close to you. I wanted to make us feel good. I just wanted…" he trailed off, his gaze on her stomach, rather than her face.

"Wanted what?"

"I wanted to feel like you were mine too. Even just for a little while." Goten whispered. Marron sat with her back ramrod straight. Goten looked up at her, obviously feeling the anger coursing through her via their bond. She took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. She looked off down the beach, trying to think of the words, knowing that Goten was staring at her profile.

"I don't belong to you. And I don't belong to Trunks. I'm not some commodity to be passed between you," she said urgently, her voice low. "I'm sorry that you and Trunks argued, and I'm sorry that you hit him. But I don't want the two of you fighting over me. This was never what I wanted."

"I didn't mean it like-" Goten started. Marron stood up suddenly and fisted her hands on her hips, towering over Goten's seated form despite her petite size.

"But you did it, Goten," she interrupted. "You're just as bad as he is! Don't you see? It's like what happened in the hammock, it was like I wasn't even there! Like what I wanted didn't matter!" she shouted, her eyes blazing. "So as long as the two of you keep using me against each other then we can never have an equal relationship. It'll always be the two of you sharing me…making what those women said about me true." Marron finished under her breath.

Goten scowled up at her. "WHAT women? What are you talking about? Did something happen?" Goten asked her. Marron folded her arms over her breasts and half turned away from him toward the sea. Goten grabbed her by the ankle. "Don't shut me out, I'm on YOUR side here." Goten said hotly. Marron hopped on one foot, trying to keep her balance as she frowned back at him. She yanked her foot back from his grasp and almost fell on her backside in the water, winding up shin deep in the lagoon by the time she regained her balance.

"I don't WANT you on my side! I don't want there to be sides at all!" she said frustrated, fisting her hands before her. "I just want the three of us to love each other, like equals. But as long as Trunks keeps being selfish, and you keep feeling the need to compete with him…then I don't see how it can ever be that way. It will always be yours and Trunks' relationship with me on the side. I'll never be one of you." She said imploringly.

Marron waded out of the lagoon and this time Goten didn't stop her as she walked past him back down the sandbar to the beach. What could he say?

"I want the same thing you do, Marron." Goten called after her, noting the sway of her hips as she walked away from him, she hesitated a step and then continued back the way she had come, never looking back. Goten could share the emotions she carried, could feel her sadness and shame.

Goten, do you think I'm a slut? I was wondering does sleeping with both of you make me a slut now? He heard echoed in his mind. Her fear from the day before. How could he and Trunks be so blind? He watched Marron until she was a tiny speck on the beach. "Fuck…" Goten muttered under his breath and then got up to go find Trunks.

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