"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. This chapter will be packed with drama, at least I hope it will. Trunks knows everything, or does he? Hang on to your seats, 'cuz we're in for a bumpy ride! Enjoy!


Chapter 5: YESTERDAY'S DREAMS

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"Where is he?" Trunks demanded angrily, forcing his way into her apartment.

"He's not here," she replied softly, closing the door behind him. She saw no point in denying anything now. "How did you find out?"

"I had a private detective follow you yesterday."

He ignored the look of shock on her face. "I told you that I wouldn't give up until I found out what you were hiding. How could you, Marron? How could you do something like this?" he asked in shock and anger. "He's my father for god's sake."

"It just happened, Trunks. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially you."

"How noble of you," he scoffed sarcastically. "Tell me, did you get your kicks making a fool of me while I told you how much I was hurting? Did you run back to my father and have a good laugh at my expense? You were soooo convincing, telling me how sorry you were and how much you wanted them to get back together. What a joke," he said bitterly.

"It wasn't like that, Trunks!" she denied vehemently. "You know that I would never do that to you on purpose."

"I don't think I even know you anymore Marron. How long has this been going on? Weeks? Months?"

"Whatever you may think, I didn't plan any of this. We've only been together once since last night. I was the one who insisted that we shouldn't see each other any more. I knew he didn't want to hurt you and Bra, so I told him to go back to Bulma."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? Face it, you may have told him to go back to us, but you sure didn't waste anytime seeing him again once you found out that he and my mom broke up."

Marron placed her arms protectively over her abdomen, subconsciously. "I'm sorry it happened this way, but I won't be sorry for caring about Vegeta."

"Just like you 'CARED' about me?" he retorted.

"It was never about you. I fought like hell, trying to deny that I had any feelings for your father. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't deny it anymore than I could stop breathing."

"I don't get it. You were always the good one, Marron. How could you sleep with my own father? Do you have any idea how much you've hurt my family?"

Something inside Marron snapped. She didn't know if it was the hormones, or the fact that she resented Trunks giving her the riot act. She wasn't going to pretend that she wasn't partly to blame, but she would be damned if she let her less than perfect, friend judge her.

"I deserve to find happiness and to be loved, just as much as anyone else. The fact that I was always the 'good one' is irrelevant. I've already explained my actions to you, and I resent YOU coming here and judging me. I know what I did was wrong, and I'll spend the rest of my life regretting the way it happened. But that doesn't give you the right to tell me to how to run my life. And frankly Trunks, I'm getting tired of your bullying tactics. It doesn't work on me anymore like when we were kids."

"DO you actually think my father loves you?" he answered disdainfully. "He doesn't know the meaning of the word."

"I know that he cares for me, in his own way," she said softly. It was a start. "I've known your father all my life Trunks. And I know what I'm getting into."

"Do you? I hope you do, because all you'll end up being is his whore."

Marron wasted no time in crossing the distance between them and slapped him hard across the cheek, with all the strength in her body.

"That's ENOUGH!" she hissed angrily. "Now, get out, before I throw you out."

Trunks slowly lifted up his head and smirked at her, just like his father.

"I only have one last thing to say before I go. My father left my mother for you. What makes you think that he won't leave you for someone else?" he replied silkily, letting the full weight of his words sink in.

Marron's eyes stung with unshed tears, as she tried to hold them back. She had always been afraid of that possibility, but hearing her fears and insecurities like this hurt her to the core. She couldn't say anything in response, and Trunks knew it, as he left her apartment.

Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through her lower abdomen as she doubled over and collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain. Throughout her fight with Trunks, the pain she had experienced earlier had been magnified ten times more. She struggled to pull herself up to get to the phone, but only succeeded in moving a couple of steps before falling back to the floor and soon gave in to the black void engulfing her, as she fainted from shock.

~*~

Marron awoke to the smell of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol as she was urged awake by the sound of unfamiliar voices.

"She's waking up," someone said in relief.

"Miss Kuri, can you hear me?"

She turned her head toward the voice, slowly focusing on the stranger to her right. Her throat felt dry and parched as she spoke.

"Where am I?"

"You're in a hospital. I am doctor Yamoto. How are you feeling?"

"Like I was just hit by a Mack Truck."

"We were worried for a minute there. You gave us all quite a fright."

"All I remember is having abdominal cramps and falling to the floor before I blacked out. Somehow I ended up here."

"You'll be all right Miss Kuri. Your husband was worried that you wouldn't make it. He's been waiting all night to see you."

"My husband?" she repeated in confusion.

"I'll get him for you." The doctor became very quiet. "You'll want to be together at this difficult time."

He and the nurse left just as Trunks entered the room. He slowly walked up to her bedside with a pained expression on his face. He couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Trunks? You brought me here?"

"I found you lying on the floor after you had passed out and brought you to the emergency room. You've been in surgery for most of the night. Marron, I...I..." he stammered.

"What is it?"

"I don't know how to tell you what I have to tell you."

Marron stared at him briefly, before she began to realize what he was implying. She began to shake her head in denial, dreading what he was going to say. "No. No, it's not true."

"Marron, the baby's gone," he blurted out. "You had a miscarriage."

"You're lying Trunks! You're only doing this to get back at me," she replied angrily, refusing to believe that her child was dead.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered brokenly and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame.

She began to resist him by pummelling her fists against his chest, trying to push him away from her.

"No! It's not true! I hate you Trunks! I hate you for lying to me. How can you be so cruel? Is this your sick way of getting revenge?"

He gently grabbed both her wrists to keep her from struggling, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Marron, listen to me! It's gone. It died inside of you. The doctors tried everything to save the baby, but there was nothing you or anyone else could do. I'd give up everything I had if I could change things, but I can't. I swear with all my heart, that's the truth."

Her eyes welled up with hot tears as they cascaded down her cheeks, as she realized that it was all true. She had lost her little baby.

Finally, she released her pain with an anguished cry as she buried her face against his chest, weeping uncontrollably.

"Oh Kami, not my baby!" she repeated over and over again.

Trunks just held her as she continued to mourn over her loss. He felt tears spring to his eyes as he shared her pain and sorrow. He had been so angry at Marron, his father, and himself. But he never wanted this to happen in a million years. If he had known she was pregnant, he wouldn't have upset her the way he did. It was his fault that Marron had the miscarriage.

When she could cry no more tears, she finally laid back against the pillows and stared out the window as an eerie calmness had come over her.

"Is this what you wanted, Trunks? To see me get the punishment I deserve?" she asked quietly.

"No! Never!" he denied automatically.

"Tell me, what was it? A boy? A girl?" she asked, still staring out the window, with a blank look in her eyes.

He hesitated for a second, before telling her. "It was a boy," he replied in a sombre voice.

Marron closed her eyes to keep herself from crying again. "A boy...a son."

"The doctor said that you could still have another child."

"It won't replace the one I lost. I can't even wish him back now that the Dragonballs are gone."

"I'm sorry Marron," he said contritely.

"Please just go Trunks. I want to be alone."

He nodded and left her alone with her thoughts.

Vegeta had wanted a son so much. She wished he was here by her side to comfort her, but that was probably asking too much of him. Trunks had been right about one thing. Now that the baby was gone, there was nothing to keep him from leaving once he grew tired of her. Marron began to cry again until she fell asleep from exhaustion. She had been drained both physically and mentally throughout her ordeal.

A lone figure stood outside of the window on the ledge watching her sleeping form. He knew that something was wrong immediately, when he felt the spark of his child's ki was gone. He had wanted to be the one to comfort her instead of his son, but his pride wouldn't allow him to follow his heart. Instead, he had stayed there all night watching over her, keeping a constant vigil.

He crept into the room and slowly walked over to her. The light from the overhead lamp bathed her in a soft light, making her look like some sort of fallen angel. For one brief moment, he allowed the back of his fingers to softly trace over her cheek, as he wiped away the tears that stained her beautiful face. Marron stirred slightly, but remained in slumber. She looked so fragile like this. In that moment, he knew that the child they had lost had been a boy. Another son.

Vegeta gritted his teeth in anger and took off to deal with his own pain.



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