When Spring Came || Trunks/Marron DBZ Fanfic

Bumper To Bumper

Marron begrudgingly sat in the passenger seat of, admittedly, a luxurious car. Due to an unfortunate series of events she is now stuck in the worst possible scenario with Trunks; stuck in lunch-time traffic, besides what seemed to be the most obnoxious driver in existence. Was it vital to make a comment every time someone shoved their way in front of you, or that people were moving too slow?

He's an alien freak with supernatural powers, he can just pick up the car and fling it to where the congestion clears up. Or, better yet, leave her and fly off…Marron definitely didn't mind the drive, anyway. "Oh come on asshole!" His hand outstretched as it slammed back down to the leather wheel.

Marron let out a sigh, her arm propped up on the armrest as her hand lay covering her eyes. Partly due to the sun, the other to avoid eye contact with Trunks and the civilians simply trying to get to their destination. "Do you have to live in the Libra district?" Trunks rolled his eyes, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wheel, "that place is always packed."

"Boo-hoo, cry me a fucking river," Marron groaned as she looked out the window, "you shouldn't have offered if you were going to complain…" She was definitely in her right to complain, every little thing that he did irritated her. His annoying complaining, his smart comments, his stupidly perfect face…all of it was obnoxious,

Trunks stayed quiet. She was right, for once. She never asked to be taken home by him, he kind of just forced the idea unto her, and here they were. He looked over to the blonde whose face was fully turned towards the window. Her long tresses brushing against her waist, her hair was rather glossy – much to Trunks' annoyance the light practically refracted off of it.

"So…" Trunks began, making an attempt at conversation to fill the dead air, "do you uh–, want some…music on?"

Marron turned over to look at him, "yeah actually."

"Okay, pick," he replied as he passed her his phone which was sitting inside the cupholder between them.

Marron fumbled to grab the phone, holding the rather large phone in her hands. She preferred a smaller fit, it always felt strange to hold a new phone. She eyed the screen, her nails clicking on the screen as she typed on the screen, putting on a sugary pop-beat, a whispery and feminine voice singing about flowers or lilacs or something — Trunks, mainly tuned it out.

"You and Bulla listen to the same stuff," Trunks stated, glancing over to the blonde who he caught mouthing the lyrics.

"No we don't," Marron scoffed, her arms crossed, "I listen to mainly bubblegum pop, she listens to r&b and hip-hop." The fact Trunks was so musically unintuitive didn't surprise her, his only exposure to human culture for the past three years were phone calls and tv from that dumb space trip he took.

Trunks rolled his eyes, a fake laugh along with it, "the fact you care is hilarious." Marron huffed, as she folded her arms as the chorus of the song continued on, as she hummed along with the beat of the song. Trunks continued to ignore her the best he could but tapped his fingers to the beat eliciting a smile from her.

They rode in relative silence the rest of the way, with a stray comment about something along the way but what Trunks found, is Marron is the definition of a girly girl. Everything in the way she presented herself was hyper-feminine, down to the intoxicatingly obnoxious scent. Granted, he wouldn't find the scent itself obnoxious on anyone else, but because it was her he did.

"Make a left here," Marron chimed in as Trunks' pulled into the parking lot of the bulbous-looking skyscraper. In the fashion of West City, the oddly cylindrical buildings were a mainstay of the architecture of the city. Trunks parked the car and glanced over to Marron, whose hand hovered over the handle. "Ah…thank you, Trunks."