Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bachelor Party ❯ Ni ( Chapter 2 )

+The Bachelor Party+

+by Faye Valentine+

Chapter Two

Marron burst through the ballroom back entrance in a flurry, evoking a smile from Chris. "In a hurry there?" He snickered, but put a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, you're not late. The other girls are still doing their thing." He noticed the flush on Marron's face. "You okay?" He asked. She tried not to look in his eyes-what did he know about all her inner torrent of emotions? Nothing. So why bother him with them now?

"I'm fine." She plastered on a nighttime smile and tried to look as sexy as she could, flipping the hair out of her face. "I'm just a little nervous, that's all." Her eyes became dark suddenly, something in her brain realizing something she didn't want to believe as true. One of our best-paying customers yet... She shook her head when she heard her cue music. Chris looked at her strangely for a moment, never having seen this side of Marron before, but gave her a pat on the shoulder and tap on the bottom,

"Go get `em, girl." He smiled a golden-toothed smile and she hurried to step behind the curtain. "So who's the lucky guy tonight?" She asked, peering out into the crowd of unusually familiar faces. That's odd, it's like I've seen half these people before.

Chris leaned discretely and pointed straight out in front of the stage. A shock of purple hair caught Marron's eye and she froze. The part of her brain that had been blocking out all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend for six whole years at last came alive again. He was right in front of her, now. She had to face him... right now. Now, now, now...

"Marron! Now!" He gave her a little shove and suddenly she was on the stage, half naked in front of men she had grown up around. Oh, Dende! Please, please, let that be someone else besides Uncle Yamucha. She silently prayed, noticing a dark figure in back of the room. Her prayer was answered, but when she realized who it really was, she almost wished it to be her loving friend. Oh, thanks a lot, Dende! Goten! That's so much better. For a moment she felt as if she would faint right there on the stage until her eyes fell on Trunks. He was staring at her in amazement and what seemed to be the same shock that she must have had on her face. Some kind of vindictiveness passed over her then and she felt the need to slap the man she was supposed to be "entertaining." Instead, however, she winked at her ex and began to move in a slow, rhythmic and sensual dance that had everyone in the room pick up their drinks and watch intently.

Marron was thoroughly pleased with her performance when it was over, and secretly in some part of her heart she enjoyed the lap dance she had given Trunks. In the end, every man at the party was smashed as they lumbered out of the ballroom and up to each of their respective rooms. Everyone except Trunks, anyway. He paced around outside in the parking lot, waiting for a solution to enter his brain. Something in his heart was screaming and he knew what it was. He was getting married tomorrow. It was terrifying him-not the fact that he was entering into a lifelong commitment, but rather that he was entering into that covenant with a woman he didn't even love. Even he had to admit that Pan was a beautiful and loyal woman, but that didn't mean they were meant to be...

Crossing the bloodlines. That's what everyone was talking about. They'd been talking about it ever since Goten had found his niece kissing Trunks' cheek that fated afternoon at a Capsule Corps picnic. How could he have known then that he would be so pressured to marry her? He shook his head, but when he looked up from the gravel he saw her-the beautiful temptress that she was: long blond waves falling down her back; her black dress from the party still clung to her soft curves. He didn't know what to do, but he began to walk toward her, much to his conscience's protest. She had been staring at him from the back steps of the hotel.

It was a misty night, giving the whole situation an eerie feel. Marron watched Trunks come to her from across the asphalt and shivered even though it was warm. She could feel his eyes on her skin... I haven't spoken to him in years... Her heart beat rapidly against her chest and she thought for a moment that it might leap out of her throat. How can he still be doing this to me? I haven't touched him in so long...

Trunks stopped when he saw the expression of growing anxiety on her face and remained a few yards away, still staring intently. Finally he brought his hand to his eyes and rubbed his face, looking away. At last the trance was broken... "Marron. Long time, no speak."

"Nor see..." She whispered softly, her hurt still prevailing. Her eyes met his, "We never did see each other much, did we?"

"Nor write," He said emphatically, irritated. "You could have been dead for all I knew! Don't talk to me about not seeing each other..." His voice died away when he saw the look on her face. A single, fat tear rolled its way down her cheek and he suddenly wanted to caress it away and hold her forever, like they had always planned to do.

"What was I supposed to do, Trunks? Write back and say, `Sure! Congratulations, Trunks. I'm so happy you're getting married to someone else! Sure I'll come.' Is that what I was supposed to do?" Her voice wavered and she looked down at the cracked concrete of the steps. Silence followed and Marron could feel the tension begin to wrap around them until it was almost palpable. Not being able to bear it anymore, she walked down the steps and past him, her heels clicking along the ground. There was something like electricity when her hand brushed the roughness of his shirt, and she tried her best to ignore it. I can't get away from him. "No matter what's happened in the past few years and no matter what comes in the future," Her throat worked, "I can't let your memory die in my heart. You're always there, even if it's subconscious. You haunt me."

Trunks felt his emotions pull at his composure and he fought to keep from grabbing her arm and enveloping her in a long-desired embrace. "But you just disappeared," He made an attempt to keep the conversation flowing, even if it was torturous. He swallowed and forced himself to look away from her back. "Oh, gods, it's been so long..." He whispered, more to himself than her. He felt something break when she turned around and he could see her eyes. She came two steps towards him and then stopped when a door opened and a man came out to throw trash in the dumpster. He disappeared just as quickly but it made Trunks nervous all the same. "Come to my room with me," He said, and turned around. Hypnotically, Marron followed.

+O+W+A+R+I+

+Chapter Two+

A/N: Well, well, well. It looks like we have a cliffie here! ^_^ I'm sorry to cut it off, but I wanted to get this updated and well, you'll just have to wait for some major emotional outpouring and some citrus. Thanks for reading.. Hope you liked!

~Faye/Mistress