The president’s Kimono girl pt3

He he! Third chappie!!!!!! Hope you like!!
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Marron came home 3 hours later. It was cold that evening, the sun gone
leaving the stars to shine in the darkness. She used her capsule and had a
hard time navigating Kame house. Her tears were still dissolving as she
opened the door of her home. Master Rochi was in the living room. She looked
at him. Yep he was asleep. Still clenching to his beloved “Play pen”
Magazine. She sighed walking up the stairs passing her parents room. She
peeped through the key whole. The lights where all on and a soft glow
clashed with the wallpaper. Krillen was at the corner doing a prayer. She
knew in that corner he was not to be disturbed.

But then where was …

“Marron?”

She looked back. Jumichagou’s cool blue eyes stared back at hers. She was in
her nightshirt. Blue with thin white stripes. Her hair was backed in a soft
bun like Marron’s but shorter.

“Mama…”

Jumachigou didn’t say anything. Her eyes fixed on the door.

“Your fathers finished his prayer.” She sighed as she passed Marron. Then
opened the door just slightly. “I’ll tell him you said goodnight.”

Jumachigou gave a grin meaning to be a smile. Marron bent her head as she
shut the door.


Her throat was dry. Her room was freezing as she walked in. Slowly the
female got out of her Kimono. She shivered wrapping her long towel around
her (AN: Also courtesy of hello kitty). Gradually she removed her hairpins
and flower tiara.  Was Jumachigou mad at her?  She wasn’t sure. Maybe she
was just worried about her. #18 never showed much tension like how Vegeta
showed no consideration. Well she guessed that’s how life had to be…no use
complaining. She sighed looking at her Kimono as it balanced on the yellow
hanger. Well there was always a national holiday. Slowly she forced herself
to smile. It had been an ok day she guessed. She had a shower, still
thinking about Trunks. What was wrong with her? She did something she always
wanted to do to him for 10 years. Yet it didn’t feel right. She felt mean
and cruel…. but her obduracy won… she felt he deserved it.

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*Next morning*

“Junk…junk …junk … £50,000 dollars? Oh wait that’s junk…junk.”

Krillen threw the letters in the bin. Jumachigou smile then frowned at the
burnt French toast. She gave a sigh of disgust throwing the burnt bread in
the half full bin. Master Roshi was in the living room scanning through his
porn videos (An: Ewe O_O:) Marron was still upstairs combing her hair
slowly. Her eyes closed as she remembered a song she loved years ago. She
opened her eyes again breathing in the fresh air. She felt much better that
day. Nothing could bother her that day she guessed. That’s when she
remembered Trunks again…Oh why did he haunt her? What was with the saiyan
anyway? Buying her things she didn’t ask for…carrying her bags…smiling at
her and giving her lots of attention…

Oh my god. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. She was sounding so…
snotty. And rude. What did the years in France do to her? She was acting
more like her mother than anyone else. Damn. Poor Trunks she bit her lip.

He must be heart broken

“Damn my mothers uncaring Jens.” Great. Just great. She a plain simple girl
from a distant island… came out to insult someone who could smash a building
with his five fingers… she sure had pure intellectual faults. How the heck
was she going to apologize?

The beep from her cell phone interrupted her thinking. After searching
through a not so big pile of clothes she found it held panting and flipped
it open.

“Moshi moshi?”

She heard the background noise. It wasn’t noisy and had no telephone sounds
in the background. Still she heard no voice.

“Hello?”

She spoke again but then in English. Marron thought it was probably an
international call since the surroundings thuds where sort of drawling.

“Hi…”

Wait a minute… she knew that voice. Somehow she felt someone was grinning at
her.

“Trunk…”

Then she sensed he was grinning even more.

“You guessed? Good I thought I had to speak in French… Nice day isn’t it?
It’s kinda windy…”

She looked outside seeing the ocean acting strange as the wind interfered
with its usual blue, serene way. Now despite the white sand on Kame house
shores, the currents of air blew wrathfully at the color giving it a
slightly grayish green shade.

“Where are you?”

She felt she was in the movie “scream” being watched by a masked
murderer…but in that situation it wasn’t a masked murderer just an angered
28 year old.


"It's a secret..." He was teasing her all right  "But may I talk to the
owner of this cell phone please?"

Her senses where confused. What did he mean by that?

"This is my cell phone..." Her voice wasn't cold... just confused. She
waited for the voice to come through the receiver.

"You must be very proud..." His voice was calm and conclusive. Marron nearly
exploded.


“Just because I have blonde hair doesn’t mean I’m a dummy!!!!” Her voice
rose but Trunks could obviously sense she was upset.

“I didn’t say that.” The saiyan replied defensively but all through wasn’t
at all serious at the words. “Don’t cry…”

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. But she thought she might as well. “Stop making fun
of me it’s not funny…”

He always teased her and anything cruel even if playfully made her
cheerless. Well she guessed she deserved for what he did to her earlier… but
wait a minute? Wasn’t he the one who was to rich and to special to even
write her a postcard or even call her? He did deserve that. In fact how dare
he call her and insult her… however maybe he did have a reason. His training
with Vegeta had made him stiff and it must have been really hard when he had
college hours.

“If it makes you feel better…I didn’t even know your number.”

The sentence made her smile briefly but faded at the damp whiff of reality.

“Then how…did you…get my number?”

“My roots.”

“Ohh…”
She should have guessed it before. Being President of a company worth
Billons had its advantages. For example, no power failures (AN; Except for
big badies and monster attacks) more popularity, great treating in
public…everything was great if you had money, fame and charm. Marron felt
she had neither. She learnt that the hard way in California where she had a
rich boss.

“If you want to know why I’m calling…I’ll tell you” He looked over at the
window watching her expression. She looked beautiful. Her hair was dangling
below her shoulders. She looked like an angel…no Aphrodite. And he was Mars…
an arrogant bullhead in love with a goddess. Sure she hurt him yesterday…
but he was saiyan and refused to be rejected when he thought he thought he
really needed someone, wanted someone…

…Or even owned someone.


“That would be a great idea…” Marron’s faint blush made the saiyan carve a
grin on his attractive features.

“Meet me at Bijou’s perfume house this afternoon at three okay?”

“I guess so…”

He watched her and smiled.

“Au revoir. “

She heard the click and sighed

“That rich …” Marron sighed out loud “Puppy dog …” She rolled her eyes the
blueness more than sparkling. She felt the blush crawl up her neck… what a
romantic dummy…She grabbed the only photo she had of him wrapping her arms
around it, dropping her head on her bed. She thought Goten was bad?

Trunks couldn’t accept the answer no.

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Trunks watched her as her head fell on her bed clenching on the picture.
Glancing at his Rolex he flew of towards work. Marron seemed confused about
what was happening.
Good…

…That’s where he wanted her to be

She hurt him… well slightly. There he was stranded with clothes… Mmmm should
he have cried? I don’t think so. You see their two sorts of men in the
world.
1.     The emotional type who gives up at one go
2.     The strong attractive type…(who’s father is from another planet but it
doesn’t matter)
So that’s when it got into him. He had been too kind… I mean sure he bought
her stuff but it really didn’t interest her. The way he saw it…

It was better if he surprised her so she couldn’t be fast enough to figure
what was going on. He had many girlfriends. Cheerleaders, Homecoming queens
and especially rich girls his mother set him up with. None of them worked.
All of them useless and to full of themselves to be concerned with anyone…

Marron was not like them. She had raised charity funds when she was little…
had cookie and lemonade sales to raise money for a better retirement home …
She had worked hard through her life. Sure she never fought but it didn’t
matter. She liked seeing people happy and knowing she had done something for
a person. She wouldn’t admit as usual but it was true and was far from a
lie. ...She wanted someone to play with her. And tame her.  When she was
much younger he sort of controlled her making her sad, make her laugh. With
thought and reasoning… she depended on him most of the time. She needed him
to write to her. She needed him to talk to her. He hurt her. She was lonely.
She hurt him. She was miserable. In her early teens she went away heart
broken. No one knew how much she succeeded. And seeing #18 was her mother
she’d be a bit stubborn to admit it. She wanted him. However the phone call
proved it. She was angry with him for not writing or calling. Blah blab!!!
It didn’t mean she didn’t care about him. Just a bit lost in a way. He had
to tame her…

To be his girl… His Kimono girl. (An: who did you think thought Goten to be
a player? Gohan? *Falls down it laughter*)


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It was 2:45 when she reached the city. Her white trainers where extra clean
but not as new as her green dress. She waited coolly, walking up and down
the street waiting for his appearance. She was waiting patiently not even
acting stubborn. Why she was there? She had no clue…the power of the purple
haired saiyan was amazing. Maybe she wanted to make up for the day before…
She wasn’t at all sure that was the reason. It didn’t seem easy to confront
him. What will she say to him? And why did he bother her? He was acting so
romantic…but scary. Her feeling where mixed up and was shy if he tried to do
anything on the date. Date? It wasn’t a date…was it? She never thought about
that. She lied to her parents saying she had to go for a job interview.
Which was a lie. She had never lied to them before. She didn’t know why she
lied to them then. If they found out they’d be hurt…well Krillen would be
hurt. Jumachigou will just scream and insult the Brief family. She waited
glancing at the time.

2:50
She should leave then. It would save her any embarrassment that was going to
happen that day. I mean he’d tease her all day she guessed. Maybe she could
go to Goten’s apartment. It wasn’t so far away and maybe he’d be there. No…
Trunks wouldn’t do that. Sure he was arrogant sometimes… but he always kept
his promise.

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2:55

Okay so Trunks wasn’t that perfect. But he did great things by saving the
world, running a company and still has time to be himself. His personality
was fine. So why was she tensed so much? It wasn’t as if Trunks was a
strange or something… he was normal and considerate…when he wanted to. No
use worrying right?

3:00

Okay…so he forgot to write it didn’t mean he didn’t care right? He save the
world more than once and probably never got a chance to…I mean could he
deliver a letter from space? Impossible.

3:05

Sure…he didn’t promise to write…he didn’t even talk to her as she was
leaving and he didn’t even bother. So why would he want to meet up? He
didn’t promise to meet up did he? He just said meet me at blah blab at blah
blah time. He didn’t promise he was going to be there… he didn’t even
promise he was gonna be on time…

3:10

No…  she was being ridiculous he could be late…then again why would he be
late? He could fly and reach there in ¾ minutes so how the hell could he be
late…

“Oh forget this!!!”

Trunks or no Trunks she didn’t care.

Beep!!!

So he was rich she didn’t care…

Beeep beep!!

But she still wanted to make it up to him…

Beep!!!

And what the hell kept on beeping…

“Marron…”

Ahhhh!!! Something grabbed her arm. Help!!!!

“What the heck is wrong with you?”

Marron looked around seeing cool blue eyes looking at her dumfounded face.
He was there his hand through the window of what seemed to be a black
limousine…
Trunks grinned whispering something to the driver. Marron stood aside and
watched as he opened the door stepping out.

“It’s time for our day out.” He grinned, as she looked inside “And I think
those belong to you”

There they where still in there bags… the clothes he had bought the day
before.

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Goten had gotten out of the doughnut shop. He was on his way to meet Parseu
at her favourite restaurant when he caught a glance of a girl entering what
seemed to be a limo he recognised

“Hello…” Well that was suprising...

...He wasn't expecting that.

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“I’m only staying for an hour with you…” Marron looked at him… his hands
playing with a Ccorp capsule “Are you listening to me?”

“Yeaaaaaah…”

“Then why aren’t you facing me?”

He drew his face too her. Calm, but still in a way attractive.

“Happy?” He gave his saiyan grin. Marron frowned.

“Yes.” She then turned away from him but still wondering where they where
going.


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An: There I’m done for the third chapter!!! I know short chappie but next
one is going to be long I promise!!!

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