All Over You

Chapter 8

Trunks flung his finely tailored blazer over the sofa, before reaching to loosen the tie at his neck his brow furrowed slightly. He made his way into the kitchen where he found Marron shuffling around various pots and pans, and he was met with the smell of garlic and various other spices, his stomach growled in response but hunger didn't seem like much of a priority at the moment. "You know, we have people that can do that for you."

She turned her baby blues meeting his. She looked so inviting, her heart-shaped face free of make-up, her pale blonde hair swept up into a messy bun, wearing a simple pink sweatshirt and jeans. And all he could think of was how badly he wanted to throw open the patio door and leap into the sky. What a dreadful, confusing feeling it was.

"I know that I happen to like cooking for you!" She smiled abandoning her place at the stove, to put her arms around his neck, and he breathed in the clean smell of her shampoo as she rested her head against his chest, resting his hands just below her shoulder blades. Still very aware of the tightness he felt in his chest. "I'm not working at the office anymore so I need to do something..."

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" She pulled back to fully look at the lavender-haired Saiyan. "I'm so excited! I know it's just the rehearsal dinner and not the actual wedding day yet but your mother has planned out the most fantastic..."

Trunks couldn't hear the rest of what she was trying to tell him, all he could focus on was how chokingly hot that kitchen suddenly felt. He needed space, he needed to breathe. "What did you say to my sister?"

The smile melted off of her face."What?"

"Bura, what did you say to her about me?"

The blonde took a step back. "Oh I just,... you've been working a lot more than usual recently... and that night you didn't come home, and you didn't call to check in I just thought-"

"You thought you'd go behind my back and ask my sister if I'm sleeping around?"

"No! It's not like-"

"Because I'm not."

Her eyes narrowed at that. "I never said you were, you've just- you've just been acting really strange for the last three months and you won't tell me why! In fact, you haven't been telling me much of anything!" Her lip quivered, eyes watering and he voice broke. "Lately I feel like I'm basically planning this wedding without you! I feel like part of you doesn't even want to marry me!"

He swallowed, her small shoulders shook with the effort to hold her tears back.

"...I'm sorry. I don't...mean to make you feel that way."

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He was an asshole. He was sure of that much. Goten had tried to talk to Bura, to apologize for the harsh way he'd spoken to her. But she repeatedly dodged him. She refused to speak to him. He was surprised no one else in the house noticed her blatantly ignoring his existence. He'd knocked on her bedroom door, and received no answer. He'd called her office, only to be left on hold for an absurd period of time. He'd gone to her lab, to be informed by her assistant that she was busy but he was 'free to schedule an appointment'.

He'd successfully pissed her off.

He was only trying to do the right thing. She would forgive him. She had to. There were too many unstable variables in the situation. Bura had to see that. What if they did take things further, and things didn't work out? He would lose her as a friend, Trunks who was like a brother would never forgive him for the betrayal, and Vegeta would more than likely kill him... And it seemed to him that she could give a fuck less about any of those things.