Pretty Boy
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walkyourownwayTitle: Pretty Boy
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Character(s): Marron, Trunks Briefs
Genre: Romance
Rating: K/G
Disclaimers: "Pretty Boy" © M2M, Dragonball Z © Akira Toriyama
Notes: Bold text = song lyrics, Marron POV, I'm such a sappy person ^^;; But keep in mind, a lot of these stories were written a long time ago....
Summary: 'Pretty, pretty boy of mine, just tell me you love me too.'
Pretty Boy
I stared at the ceiling in my dark bedroom. I couldn’t sleep again. I’ve been having a hard time sleeping for a while.
Turning on my side, I saw a picture frame on my nightstand. Propping myself one an elbow, I picked up the frame to look at it. I saw a picture of me, when I was younger, though I retained my same hairstyle, playing with Goten and Trunks.
Trunks. Wow, has he changed. He used to pull my pigtails and make fun of me all the time, just because I was a girl and four years younger than him. But now. . . . . things were different. The both of us seemed to have matured so suddenly. It seems just like yesterday I was still four and he was still eight, and we would be arguing, resulting in me running to Mom and telling on him.
But that was ten years ago. And at eighteen, I guess I didn’t blame other girls for falling for him. He was handsome, smart, and acted like quite the gentleman. But I should know him better than that. I know what he used to be like, and how mean and bratty and stubborn he was growing up.
So why had I fallen for him?
I lie awake at night
See things in black and white
I only have you inside my mind
You know you have made me blind
Placing the picture back on the nightstand, I rolled over on my other side. I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, his image would haunt my dreams. His soft lavender hair, blowing across his features. His lips formed into a gentle smile, and his deep, blue eyes. . . . . I could drown in those eyes.
But he didn’t see me as anything but a friend, or like a little sister at most. So what was I going to do?
I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this longing in my heart
I knew it right from the start
I wanted to tell him how I felt, that I loved him as more than a friend, but I could never find a way to. I longed to tell him, to feel the warmth I felt again whenever he was near me. But how could I? To him, we were just friends, and nothing more.
I knew that I sounded like a silly school girl talking about her silly little crush, but that’s not the way I felt at all. I knew it was more than that.
I finally was able to fall asleep, dreaming of the day I could hold Trunks close to me forever.
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
~*~*~*~
The next day, I was doing my homework. Or at least, trying to do my homework. All I had written so far was my name and Trunks’, encased with little hearts. I would write something like, “Trunks and Marron Briefs” and draw a little heart around it, all over my homework notebook.
Okay, so it did seem rather sad. But I felt my feelings very strongly, and I somehow knew that Trunks was the one for me.
I heard a small tapping on the window, and I turned around to see Trunks hovering there, waving.
I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometimes I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall
Closing my notebook, I walked over to the window, opening it. He sat on the window ledge.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, slightly surprised.
“I just came over to say hi,” he said, a small smile on his lips.
I nearly melted.
“I was just passing through the neighborhood, so I thought I would drop by.”
“‘Passing through the neighborhood’? Trunks, I’m on an island in the middle of the ocean.”
He simply shrugged. “So, it’s a pretty big neighborhood.”
I giggled slightly. It felt kind of nice that he would take the time to come say hi to me. Seeing as how I can’t fly, I couldn’t really travel on my own to meet him.
Checking at his watch, he said, “Sorry Marron. Wish I could stay longer, but I’ve got to meet a date in a few minutes.”
I tried not to look too disappointed. “Oh. Okay.”
“Don’t worry. You and your family are coming over for dinner. So I’ll see ya later.” And he took off.
I watched as he zoomed away, his energy making him look like a shooting star. I sighed, the wind tossing my blond hair about. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about his date. Possibly, because, he was going out with someone else. Of course I was jealous. But he seemed happy. I just wish he could be that happy with me.
You'd stay a little while
And touch me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine?
To reach out for you in time?
~*~*~*~
I watched as Daddy greeted Bulma, as Mom and Vegeta just stood off to the side. It was kind of funny the way they didn’t get along, but acted so much the same.
I heard little footsteps coming towards me. “Mawwon!” Bra said, coming towards me.
I bent down to meet the little three-year-old eye-to-eye. “Hi Bra,” I said.
She held up a doll in my face. “Wookie, wookie! Mommy bought it fow me!”
“That’s a nice doll. Hey, Bra, do you know where your brother is?”
She thought for a minute, playing with the ponytail on top of her head. “He went out eawiew today. I don’t know whewe he went.”
“He’s in the park,” Bulma said. “He left a few hours ago, saying he needed to think about something.”
The words “think about something” didn’t sound very well together. Standing up, I said, “May I go look for him?”
Daddy and Bulma looked at each other for a minute, before Daddy replied, “Well, I don’t see why not, since you know your way around well enough.”
“And while you’re at it,” Bulma added, “bring him back here.”
“I will,” I said, grabbing my coat and leaving. As I did, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.....
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
~*~*~*~
I found Trunks in our secret place, the one place that only he, Goten, and I know about. We used to play there together all time when we were younger. Now, it was a more common hang-out place.
I sat down next to him on the green grass. “Trunks?”
“Hey Mar.” I couldn’t help but notice the sad tone he had as he called me by the nickname that he gave me. He was the only one who ever calls me that.
“Are you okay, Trunks?”
“As okay as someone can be when they just get dumped.”
“Your girlfriend dumped you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.” After a few minutes of silence, I added, “But she doesn’t know what she’s done. She doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway. You’re too good for her.”
He looked at me, the soft smile on his face again. “Thanks, Mar. But I guess it’s for the best. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”
“Or really? Why not?”
“It’s kind of hard to be in a relationship when your heart is calling for another.”
“Another? So, you like another girl?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
“May I ask. . . .?” I didn’t get the chance to finish my question, though, because his warm lips quieted mine.
Oh pretty boy
Pretty boy
Pretty boy
Say you love me too
I stiffened, my eyes widening slightly, when he suddenly pulled back.
“Sorry,” he said, slightly embarrassed. A thin, crimson streak appeared on his face. “I shouldn’t have done that. You probably think I’m an idiot right now.”
I shook my head. “That’s the farthest thing from my mind, Trunks.”
“Oh really?” He looked at me, his cerulean eyes sparkling like a lake in the summer. “May I ask what you're thinking then?”
“Nothing really. Just a question.”
“What question would that be?”
I smiled as I felt heat rise towards my face. “I was just wondering if you want to try that again.”
He smiled, pulling me closer to him, his lips gently brushing over mine. I felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine as he deepened the kiss. His hands tenderly rubbed my back, and I melted into him.
I felt safe in his arms, enjoying the warmth I got from him, just like I always did when he was close to me. This time, though, I knew I would never leave his side.
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
The End
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Character(s): Marron, Trunks Briefs
Genre: Romance
Rating: K/G
Disclaimers: "Pretty Boy" © M2M, Dragonball Z © Akira Toriyama
Notes: Bold text = song lyrics, Marron POV, I'm such a sappy person ^^;; But keep in mind, a lot of these stories were written a long time ago....
Summary: 'Pretty, pretty boy of mine, just tell me you love me too.'
Pretty Boy
I stared at the ceiling in my dark bedroom. I couldn’t sleep again. I’ve been having a hard time sleeping for a while.
Turning on my side, I saw a picture frame on my nightstand. Propping myself one an elbow, I picked up the frame to look at it. I saw a picture of me, when I was younger, though I retained my same hairstyle, playing with Goten and Trunks.
Trunks. Wow, has he changed. He used to pull my pigtails and make fun of me all the time, just because I was a girl and four years younger than him. But now. . . . . things were different. The both of us seemed to have matured so suddenly. It seems just like yesterday I was still four and he was still eight, and we would be arguing, resulting in me running to Mom and telling on him.
But that was ten years ago. And at eighteen, I guess I didn’t blame other girls for falling for him. He was handsome, smart, and acted like quite the gentleman. But I should know him better than that. I know what he used to be like, and how mean and bratty and stubborn he was growing up.
So why had I fallen for him?
I lie awake at night
See things in black and white
I only have you inside my mind
You know you have made me blind
Placing the picture back on the nightstand, I rolled over on my other side. I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, his image would haunt my dreams. His soft lavender hair, blowing across his features. His lips formed into a gentle smile, and his deep, blue eyes. . . . . I could drown in those eyes.
But he didn’t see me as anything but a friend, or like a little sister at most. So what was I going to do?
I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this longing in my heart
I knew it right from the start
I wanted to tell him how I felt, that I loved him as more than a friend, but I could never find a way to. I longed to tell him, to feel the warmth I felt again whenever he was near me. But how could I? To him, we were just friends, and nothing more.
I knew that I sounded like a silly school girl talking about her silly little crush, but that’s not the way I felt at all. I knew it was more than that.
I finally was able to fall asleep, dreaming of the day I could hold Trunks close to me forever.
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
~*~*~*~
The next day, I was doing my homework. Or at least, trying to do my homework. All I had written so far was my name and Trunks’, encased with little hearts. I would write something like, “Trunks and Marron Briefs” and draw a little heart around it, all over my homework notebook.
Okay, so it did seem rather sad. But I felt my feelings very strongly, and I somehow knew that Trunks was the one for me.
I heard a small tapping on the window, and I turned around to see Trunks hovering there, waving.
I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometimes I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall
Closing my notebook, I walked over to the window, opening it. He sat on the window ledge.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, slightly surprised.
“I just came over to say hi,” he said, a small smile on his lips.
I nearly melted.
“I was just passing through the neighborhood, so I thought I would drop by.”
“‘Passing through the neighborhood’? Trunks, I’m on an island in the middle of the ocean.”
He simply shrugged. “So, it’s a pretty big neighborhood.”
I giggled slightly. It felt kind of nice that he would take the time to come say hi to me. Seeing as how I can’t fly, I couldn’t really travel on my own to meet him.
Checking at his watch, he said, “Sorry Marron. Wish I could stay longer, but I’ve got to meet a date in a few minutes.”
I tried not to look too disappointed. “Oh. Okay.”
“Don’t worry. You and your family are coming over for dinner. So I’ll see ya later.” And he took off.
I watched as he zoomed away, his energy making him look like a shooting star. I sighed, the wind tossing my blond hair about. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about his date. Possibly, because, he was going out with someone else. Of course I was jealous. But he seemed happy. I just wish he could be that happy with me.
You'd stay a little while
And touch me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine?
To reach out for you in time?
~*~*~*~
I watched as Daddy greeted Bulma, as Mom and Vegeta just stood off to the side. It was kind of funny the way they didn’t get along, but acted so much the same.
I heard little footsteps coming towards me. “Mawwon!” Bra said, coming towards me.
I bent down to meet the little three-year-old eye-to-eye. “Hi Bra,” I said.
She held up a doll in my face. “Wookie, wookie! Mommy bought it fow me!”
“That’s a nice doll. Hey, Bra, do you know where your brother is?”
She thought for a minute, playing with the ponytail on top of her head. “He went out eawiew today. I don’t know whewe he went.”
“He’s in the park,” Bulma said. “He left a few hours ago, saying he needed to think about something.”
The words “think about something” didn’t sound very well together. Standing up, I said, “May I go look for him?”
Daddy and Bulma looked at each other for a minute, before Daddy replied, “Well, I don’t see why not, since you know your way around well enough.”
“And while you’re at it,” Bulma added, “bring him back here.”
“I will,” I said, grabbing my coat and leaving. As I did, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.....
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
~*~*~*~
I found Trunks in our secret place, the one place that only he, Goten, and I know about. We used to play there together all time when we were younger. Now, it was a more common hang-out place.
I sat down next to him on the green grass. “Trunks?”
“Hey Mar.” I couldn’t help but notice the sad tone he had as he called me by the nickname that he gave me. He was the only one who ever calls me that.
“Are you okay, Trunks?”
“As okay as someone can be when they just get dumped.”
“Your girlfriend dumped you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.” After a few minutes of silence, I added, “But she doesn’t know what she’s done. She doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway. You’re too good for her.”
He looked at me, the soft smile on his face again. “Thanks, Mar. But I guess it’s for the best. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”
“Or really? Why not?”
“It’s kind of hard to be in a relationship when your heart is calling for another.”
“Another? So, you like another girl?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
“May I ask. . . .?” I didn’t get the chance to finish my question, though, because his warm lips quieted mine.
Oh pretty boy
Pretty boy
Pretty boy
Say you love me too
I stiffened, my eyes widening slightly, when he suddenly pulled back.
“Sorry,” he said, slightly embarrassed. A thin, crimson streak appeared on his face. “I shouldn’t have done that. You probably think I’m an idiot right now.”
I shook my head. “That’s the farthest thing from my mind, Trunks.”
“Oh really?” He looked at me, his cerulean eyes sparkling like a lake in the summer. “May I ask what you're thinking then?”
“Nothing really. Just a question.”
“What question would that be?”
I smiled as I felt heat rise towards my face. “I was just wondering if you want to try that again.”
He smiled, pulling me closer to him, his lips gently brushing over mine. I felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine as he deepened the kiss. His hands tenderly rubbed my back, and I melted into him.
I felt safe in his arms, enjoying the warmth I got from him, just like I always did when he was close to me. This time, though, I knew I would never leave his side.
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I love you
Like I never, ever love no one before you
Pretty, pretty boy of mine,
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I need you
Oh my pretty, pretty boy, I do
Let me inside, make me stay
Right beside you
The End
