"THE UNPARDONABLE SIN" A V/M 'fic. Anything is possible.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ


Author's Note: All the characters belong to Akira Toriyama. I wrote the 'fic. I just wanted to write something out of the ordinary. It's a challenge when you have very little to work with. And yes, I know V/M as a couple sounds crazy, but I'll keep writing if there is enough people interested. I'll retire to my bunker now and put on my flame retardant suit. Geronimo...

CHAPTER 1: HOMECOMING

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"Hey Marron!" Bra and Pan shouted out to her from the lobby of the airport as the 25-year-old demi-cyborg put down her suitcases. She waved to her two younger friends, who were more like little sisters, and gave them both a big hug.

"Hey, you two! I missed you guys so much."

"Right back at ya. How was Paris? Did you meet any guys?" Bra asked impishly.

"Yeah, were they cute?" Pan piped in, nudging Marron in the arm suggestively.

The two Saiyan-jin teenagers were incorrigible.

"Well, let me put it this way," she replied, motioning them closer to a huddle. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Bra and Pan pouted in disappointment.

"That is so cold, Marron."

"You still look great though," Bra replied grudgingly. "Even if you are being mean."

Marron laughed teasingly. "Don't worry, I'll fill you in on all the details later on. Say, where are Goten and Trunks? Don't tell me those two lunkheads forgot that I was coming home today?"

"You rang?" they both chorused immediately behind her back, which promptly caused her to jump back in fright.

Marron turned around and gave them both a gentle slap on the chest.

"DON'T DO THAT! You know that I hate when you sneak up on me like that."

Goten grinned goofily at her. "But that was so much fun, right Trunks?" he asked to his partner in crime.

"I told you it would still work," Trunks agreed.

"Don't you two ever grow up?" she asked in exasperation.

"No, not really. How 'bout you, Trunks?"

"Hmmm...Nope. Can't say that I have."

"Boys," all 3 girls muttered under their breath.

"Come on. Mom's waiting at the house with your parents and the rest of the Z gang."

"Why?"

"Trunks, that was SUPPOSED to be a surprise," Bra admonished her brother.

"Oops! Oh well."

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Marron surveyed the group before her with fond memories. All the z senshi were gathered together at the CC mansion compound to throw her a surprise welcome home party. It was times like these that she was glad to be back home again. Paris had been an opportunity she couldn't pass up as she gained some much needed experience in the fashion industry, but home was where she really wanted to be.

She raked a slender hand through her long corn silk coloured tresses, preferring to let her hair flow free of the ponytails she used to wear. If it wasn't for the shape of her eyes, she could have easily been mistaken for her mother. Marron smiled wryly to herself. She had been such polar opposites when compared to Juuhachigou, when she was younger; shy & reserved, preferring not to become a fighter. Her parents decided the latter for her before she had a chance to object.

Now, she was a confident and headstrong woman who knew what she wanted. As for the fighting part...well, two out of three wasn't so bad.

Her eyes wandered over to the group of older Z senshi who were engaged in a lively conversation. Vegeta, as usual, kept his distance from everyone. He was always aloof and antisocial. But there was something about him today that was a little out of the ordinary. In fact, he seemed agitated as if he needed to release some tension.

"Hey Trunks, what's the matter with your Dad?" Marron asked her friend, while sipping some punch.

The demi-Saiyajin frowned slightly. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. He just seems angry...I mean, more than usual."

Trunks' frown deepened. "He and my Mom haven't been getting along."

"That isn't new," she quipped lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Sorry," she amended quickly when she saw he didn't even crack a smile.

"I'm serious Marron. Don't tell Bra this, but I'm really worried about them. Mom and Dad now live on opposite sides of the house, and when they are together, all they ever do is fight. It's like living in a war zone."

"They've had arguments before and they've always gotten back together. Your Dad's just being stubborn."

"I'm not so sure. Things have been this way for over two months. It's been hell for everyone, especially Bra."

"I didn't realize it was so serious. Don't worry Trunks. Everything will work out. You'll see."

"I hope you're right."

"Trunks! Where are you?" Bulma called out loudly, across the lawn.

He gave her an apologetic look. "I'd better go see what she wants."

Marron nodded understandingly and waved him off. She empathized his situation. It was never a pleasant experience when the people you love fight with each other. Her head began to throb painfully. The only thing she had was the cup of punch. Someone must have spiked it. Marvellous.

She wandered out to the balcony, hoping to catch an evening breeze to soothe her headache. Unfortunately, she was not the only one out there.

"Do you mind?" a familiar voice grated.

Marron's head whipped over to see Vegeta sitting on the ledge of the railing with his arms crossed over each other. He was staring out into space, with a distant look on his face. He hadn't really changed that much since she saw him two years ago, except that the tall spiky tower of hair was cropped shorter. In fact, he looked pretty much the same physically since he first came to Earth. He was wearing black jeans with a matching tank top and vest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were out here," she apologized.

"Where else would I be? Inside with all the insipid humans having 'fun'? he scoffed derisively, not bothering to look at her when he spoke.

Marron's hands gripped tightly to her sides angrily. She had never stood up to the proud Saiyajin prince before, for fear that he would tear her head off, but she was not going to let him get away with treating her as if she didn't matter.

"Well, I see you're still the same disagreeable, inconsiderate BASTARD you've always been," she shot back angrily. Marron rarely swore, but then again, she wasn't feeling too kind at the moment.

Vegeta turned his head towards her and scowled. "I have no reason to celebrate your presence here, jinzouningen," he replied coldly.

"So what else is new? You know, if you weren't so full of yourself, you might be able to see that the world does not revolve around you."

"Humph. So, you've acquired an attitude."

"Should I be honoured that you noticed such trivial things, 'your majesty'?" she replied sarcastically. "I am my mother's daughter, after all."

"Ah, so that explains where that bitchiness comes from," he responded, walking towards the sliding door to leave.

Marron's blue eyes darkened with rage. She stepped out in front of him, blocking his way. "You take that back!"

Vegeta smirked at the young woman. "Why should I?"

"Because underneath all that nastiness, I know you don't mean that."

"I ALWAYS mean what I say, little girl."

"Is that why your family is being torn apart?" she shot back at him.

"You know nothing about it," he said in a dangerous tone of voice. "And I suggest you STAY out of it."

"I can't do that. Trunks, Bra, and Bulma mean a lot to me. I thought they meant something to you as well."

Vegeta didn't even know why he was discussing his personal life with this female. His relationship with Bulma had been deteriorating for months. Neither one would back down and make the first move. He was fed up with her constant nagging and demanding temperament. At first, he was just annoyed and tolerated it. But after 30 years with the woman, he felt like he was suffocating. He needed his space. Bulma had even used Bra and Trunks to keep him tied down.

It was unnatural for him to settle down with one mate. Saiyajin males on planet Vegetasei had never stayed for such a long period with the females, let alone with one particular female. He was just acting on instinct.

Vegeta surveyed Marron haughtily, raking his eyes over her figure, noticing how curvaceous she had become in all the right places. She was no longer a little girl, despite his comments to her.

Marron suddenly became very uncomfortable under his open scrutiny, not liking the way he was staring at her at the moment. Her breasts strained against the material of her blouse as her breathing became shallow, as he continued to stare at her.

"Why am I reacting this way? And to VEGETA, of all people?!" her mind screamed in her head.

He closed the gap between them and lowered his face to hers, making her back up immediately until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere she could run to now. His face came dangerously closer to hers, so that she could feel his breath fanning across her cheeks.

"What I feel or don't feel is none of your business," he said warningly.

All Marron could do was gulp nervously. Her bravado was all gone.

After what seemed an eternity, he finally left, leaving behind a very confused and rattled Marron. She put a hand up to her mouth and leaned back against the wall, not wanting to admit that for a brief moment, she was attracted to Vegeta.

TO BE CONTINUED...