Chapter 12 “Prescriptions and Accusations”
The doctor emerged from Marron’s dark room. He looked up at the depressed
“Well I am afraid that she has a very mild case of the flu that
seems to be just draining all of her energy. But if you give her one of
these,” he said handing Bulma a bottle of pills, “every hour for 2 days
she should be back to normal in no time.” Trunks plopped down on the couch
and put his head in his hands.
“Trunks, she’s not dead.” Bra said softly to her upset brother.
“She’s just sick.” she laughed.
“Maybe I should just end all of it before we are hurt more then
you want to be.” a voice declared from the front door way then it began
to move toward Marron’s bedroom. Trunks ran and stood in his way.
“You touch one blonde hair on her head and you will never see
“Good. Never liked you anyways.” Vegeta snorted.
“Or me.” Bra and Bulma threatened in unison. A smirk formed
across Vegeta’s face. “Go home and make me dinner, woman.”
“Later.” she barked.
“Go on mom. We’ll be fine and we’ll meet back up with you at
the park, later.” Trunks reassured her.
“Well....ok. But if she get’s worse make sure to call me.”
“Ok mom, I will.” Trunks smiled.
And with that Bulma ushered Bra out but had to say nothing to Vegeta
to get him to leave.
Trunks put down the half empty bottle. He was thinking of ways he could
make her take her pills. She had taken them with little resistance up till
now. After 10 she said that she didn’t want to take and more. She said
they taste like chalk and she felt better before she started taking them
then she did now. He had brought her in the room with him and she was now
asleep on the couch. Then there was a light knock on the door. Trunks got
up and opened the door. He stares at the couple outside.
“Hello? We are out here.” the woman snapped.
“Oh my, I an so sorry.” Trunks opened the door wider. “I completely
forgot that the party was today.”
“What wrong with her?” Krillin asked, freaking out because his
little girl was aspleep on the couch.
“Oh, she has a case of the mild flu but she’s....” He stopped
when he noticed that 18's eyes hadn’t left him since he opened the door.
“Your Vegeta’s son. I can tell in you eyes. They are colder
than his are.” she snarled, then she raised her hand and gathered a small
amount of energy and aimed it toward Marron.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!”Krillin shrieked.
“Something! DON’T get in my way.” she growled and released it.
The small ball zoomed straight toward the limp Marron.
*Her mom’s a psychopath* Trunks decided as he realized that she couldn’t
protect herself. Selflessly he throw his body in front of it and absorbed
“Trunks?! Trunks?! Mom you killed him!” Marron exclaimed as she
shook her limp lavander haired boyfriend.
“Impossible. If he is really half Sayain then he could have
absorbed another hundred of those and not be affected at all.”
Trunks’ eyes fluttered open. “What’s going on?” he stammered. 18 looked
at him. “You did what no one else would have ever have even thought of
doing. It was a test and you passed.”
“Uh.....ok.” Trunks didn’t understand what just happened. He
looked down a his watch. “10:38? You mean I was out for that long?”
“Yeah, that’s why I was worried. You completely missed the party,
but don’ t feel to bad. I didn’t wake up till 10 and mom and dad didn’t
Trunks climbed up on the couch. “Please forgive me, but I am extremely
tired.” Marron smiled, “Come on. You can stay at his place.” Marron said,
getting up on her crutches and grabbing Trunks’ apartment keys off of her
counter then showing her parents to where they would be staying.
“Where is my son?!” a voice shrieked. 18 knew who it was immediately.
“Bulma?! Is that you?”
“Who is that? I have a husband who can kick your ass!!!!”
“And I know that.”
“Juuhachigou!!!!” Bulma embraced her long-lost friend. Then
she turned to Krillin and hugged him too. “So where are they?” she asked
“Who?” Krillin asked.
“Oh.” Krillin lead them across the hall to Marron’s place. Bulma
knocked but got no response. She turned the knob only to find that the
door never was locked. When they opened the door, they saw a scene that
they’d never forget. Inside the 2 had a fun fight. There was coke cans
all over and what remained of dried up soda everywhere. There was chips,
silly string, pickles, mayonnaise, toothpaste, and any other food item
in every corner of Marron’s apartment, and in the middle of it all was
the 2 lovers, holding each other close, and in peaceful slumber.