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itsclydebitches · 6 years

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RWBY Recaps: The Shining Beacon Pt. 2

This is the last (!!!) reposting from March 26, 2018 in an effort to get all my recaps onto tumblr. Thanks!

With Volume Five completed and the latest season of RWBY Chibi underway, I thought it time to start these recaps back up again. Yes, we're jumping around a bit--back to Volume One--but we'll get to all the episodes eventually!

In fact, the simple days of Volume One feel pretty wonderful right now...

We begin with a pan across Beacon's entrance (our shining Beacon as the title attests), giving us another good look at the school that's presumably the best Huntsmen academy in Remnant. We're not told exactly how much time has passed between this episode and the last, but I guess it's been a couple of hours? When we last saw Ruby and Jaune they were lost, looking for a food court, and when they meet up with Yang she asks Ruby how her day has been. I'd love to read some fics exploring their first few hours together before they finally figured out where to go.

So it's presumably late afternoon when all the freshmen gather in a large meeting room, the same one that will later be used to welcome the other academies and allow everyone to choose their first missions. For now though it's chock full of shadow people and Ruby immediately abandons Jaune once she spots Yang--which is pretty rude of her? I get that Ruby is supposedly bad at making friends, but contrary to that we've always seen her as incredibly sensitive towards others and she was just abandoned by Yang earlier that day. She calls her out on it two seconds later too, so I actually find it a little hard to believe that Ruby would ditch the one new person who's been nice to her when he clearly has nowhere else to go. Jaune literally lurks in the background being awkward.

I’ve been there, Jaune. It sucks.

Nevertheless, it allows the writers to flesh out his Nice Guy mentality that we'll see him working to overcome over the next two volumes. As Ruby leaves, Jaune wonders where he'll find another "nice, quirky girl to talk to." We're not in a YA novel, Jaune. There are no manic pixie dream girls to sooth your manly angst.

Oh, except for the redhead that's conspicuously revealed when Jaune walks off screen. Not that I would ever disparage the glorious Pyrrha Nikos with such a title.

Yang: "I saved you a spot!"

You... did? In the giant room with only a handful of people that Rooster Teeth had the time and budget to animate? Oh yeah, I'm sure it was real hard claiming that spot for Ruby.

As Ruby tears into Yang for ditching her and recaps all the shit she went through that morning, Yang develops an expression that is the very embodiment of yikes and asks if Ruby is having a "meltdown already?" Interesting choice of words. It could just be exaggerated, sibling teasing--to match what Yang assumes is an exaggerated tale--but I do wonder if Ruby has had "meltdowns" before. We don't know much about their lives pre-Beacon, but I can imagine that a socially awkward girl growing up in a world infested by grimm, who lost her mom too early, dealt with a depressed father, and was in part raised by a sister just two years older than her might have had a tantrum or two.

I do find it a little hilarious though that Yang doesn't believe her at first. Given everything Ruby is going to do in the next week alone, it’s 100% believable that she would explode on her first day of school. Classic Ruby.

As she recounts the whole debacle, who should overhear but scary, shouting Weiss? I absolutely love that they have her literally creeping up behind Ruby only to yell "YOU!" at the end of her speech. If Weiss really hated this girl she could have easily ignored her. But no. Weiss' dramatic ass has to re-introduce herself in the most extra way possible. As Ruby throws herself into Yang's arms (adorable) Weiss gives a sped-up, high-pitched legal info dump about what the Schnee Dust Company is and is not responsible for. At the time this was pretty funny--another one of the cutesy edits that characterize Volumes One through Two--but now that we know more about Weiss' home life? About her abusive father and how the dignity of the Schnee name has been ground into her since birth? The fact that Weiss can rattle this off and feels like she has to suddenly isn't very funny anymore.

Ruby tries to salvage the situation by starting things over and asking to be friends, and of course Weiss is an absolute brat about it. She mimics the cliched, air-headed girl, saying that she and Ruby can "Try on cute clothes and paint our nails and talk about boys!" throwing in an insult at poor Jaune while she's at it ("scraggly"). The fact that Ruby happily agrees tells me two things: 1. She shares a lot of those traditionally "feminine" interests (which is great considering we usually only see her geeking out over weaponry) and 2. this is some of the first evidence we see for headcanoned autistic!Ruby. Weiss' tone is very clearly sarcastic, but Ruby reads it as quite earnest, honestly surprised when it's revealed she's being duped. Before these three can start a real fight though Ozpin takes the stage to make, in his own words, a short announcement.

Now this is by far one of the most fascinating moments in Volume One. Especially after Volume Five's world building. A lot of fans have speculated that Ozpin isn't... well, Ozpin here. That one of his other souls (perhaps the man whose body he currently inhabits) is the one speaking to the new students. This is based mostly off of Ruby and Yang's comments that he "seemed kind of off" and, crucially, that is was "almost like he wasn't even there." Admittedly there are a number of holes in this theory (If a full merge is a thing, wouldn't Ozpin's latest two souls already have merged by now considering that he's possessed that body for years? How does Yang know when he's "off"? She's never even met the guy), and ultimately I'm inclined to think that these were lines that perhaps were supposed to go somewhere, but were then dropped. Or just generic ‘oooh look Ozpin is mysterious’ characterization.

Regardless, there is something pretty fishy about this scene, most notably the cinematography. Ozpin is animated primarily in close ups with half his face (his eyes) cut off, he's shot once from behind, and only once do we get to see his whole expression. As said, he's filmed as if he's this mysterious, shadowy figure that we're just meeting; like we hadn't already had a whole conversation with him over cookies two episodes back. If you wanted to make a case that someone other than Ozpin is speaking here, the cinematography might be one way to do it. But, more likely, I think it’s RT pushing for the ‘he’s super morally gray!’ aspect, even though we actually learn too much about Ozpin to really make that work.

His dialogue is just as interesting though. Ozpin tells the kids that all he sees is "wasted energy," that no matter how driven they might be to succeed it means nothing without proper effort. Dreams alone won't cut it: "Knowledge will only take you so far. It's up to you to take the first step." Ozpin is far from one to shy away from reality, but he's usually kinder than this too. This is perhaps additional evidence that a part of Ozpin--one we don't see very often--is in control here; a personality not as inclined to sugarcoat things.

This word choice also tells us a lot about his motivations. As we'll learn later, Jaune forged his transcripts to get into Beacon and a lot of people wonder why the hell Ozpin would let an untrained kid get away with that. Ultimately though Jaune isn't in much more danger than anyone else. As Pyrrha's death makes abundantly clear, even the strongest of them can easily fall when up against the sorts of enemies they face. Thus, Ozpin prizes determination--the drive to do good--over talent or current levels of strength. Jaune was let in because he took his own first (admittedly illegal and arguably immoral) step and Ozpin, like with Ruby, rewards his resolve. This reminds me of Raven who has the knowledge of the threat Salem poses but refuses to do anything about it. Already we’re seeing characters who have internal motivations (a need to do good) and later we’ll meet others who just... don’t.

Again, Pyrrha showed us that being a prodigy is not a guarantee of success. Ozpin reminds everyone of that here.

But that horrible episode is still a ways off!

For now the kids shrug off his ominous speech and crowd together later that night in the dining hall for a sleepover, considering that they still haven't passed initiation and haven't found their teams yet. Yang jokes that Dad wouldn't approve of them sleeping with all these boys, though it's clear that she does. (Bi Yang, bi Yang!) Ruby continues writing a letter to "the gang back at Signal" which honestly kind of drives me up the wall? Yang ran off with her shadow friends and Ruby is writing to Signal friends and neither of these groups are ever heard from again. Yes, obviously the show is about their new friends at Beacon, but past friendships are important too, particularly for Ruby. She's been uprooted two years early and is supposedly really bad at forming new relationships. Theoretically we should have gotten something touching on all this: Yang torn between her new team and old loyalties; Ruby avoiding trying to get close to Weiss by texting Signal buddies. It would have rounded things out a whole lot more and, once we expand beyond Beacon in Volume Four, would have given us a lot of opportunities to see how these girls are connected to Remnant as a whole.

They're certainly determined to make friends now though. Ruby spots the girl from earlier in the courtyard (Blake) and before she can stop her Yang quite literally drags them over with a hilariously drawn-out, "Hello!" Too bad Blake isn't interested in pleasantries. Especially when Yang draws attention to her bow. She won't shake their hands and is pretty damn blunt about how she wants them to leave. We have a clear divide down the team between the social butterflies (Ruby + Yang) and the abused girls who haven't had the chance to figure out how to talk to people yet (Weiss + Blake). It makes for a well-balanced dynamic and later a whole lot of conflict.

Blake will always have a soft spot for books though. She opens up a bit when Ruby asks the title of hers and explains that it's about “A man with two souls, each fighting for control over his body.” Ha. THAT'S not significant or anything.

We have some lovely setup for Volume Two/Three in which Blake lectures Ruby on how real life isn't like a fairy tale. Ruby already knows this. She just wants to work to make it as close to one as possible. A lot of viewers forget the difference between naivety and optimism when it comes to her characterization and though Ruby will prove short-sighted in many respects later on, she’s never thought the world was perfect.

As Ruby and Yang get into another cartoon fight (a visual technique we won't be seeing for long), the commotion draws over Weiss who is not pleased that the troublemaker is Ruby again. She yells that Ruby is a "hazard to my health!" and I cackle at what a little drama queen she is. As they continue their fight Blake blows out her candle, ending our episode with the first shot that contains all of Team RWBY.

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When Weiss yells at Ruby she cries, "Oh god it's happening again!" 'Oh God' is such a common phrase in the English language that it only makes sense we'd use it to help characters express themselves, but it still raises some interesting, in-world questions. Is there a lot of organized religion? We know Qrow mentions people believing in various gods, but is it common enough to create this same phrase? Meanwhile, poor Ozpin has to cope with knowing that gods do exist and they're absolute assholes.

Ozpin doesn't even introduce himself to the kids. Like yeah, obviously everyone already knows who he is, but he could have at least started with a "Hey, I'm old as balls Ozpin" instead of jumping straight into a lecture about how pathetic their work ethic is. I’m torn between the “That wasn’t Ozpin” theory and just a straight up, “The man is SAVAGE at times hell yeah.” Granted, this is the guy that’s gonna chuck his students off a cliff in a few hours, so I’m leaning towards the latter...

We see Ozpin making use of his cane despite the fact that he doesn't appear to need it 99% of the time. Easiest way to walk around with it, or was this particular body injured once?

Love how horribly offensive Yang is here lol: "Yeah, this girl is a lost cause." Like damn Blake's right there!

Ruby is dressed in a tank top that I think has an Ursa on it. Made all cute of course and with a face mask with matching, red slitted eyes. It's a great bit of world building and says a lot about Ruby's personality. (Honestly I wouldn't be surprised to see Nora in those PJs either.)

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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November 15 - The Chibi Falcon

Halfway through November! This one’s a little short because I’m ahead on my word count and my hands hurt.

Word count: 1360

Warnings: Other than totally BSing the details of this thing? None.

Pairing: Sam Wilson X Reader

By the time the twelfth person had asked you where the “lovely violinist” who used to sit on your corner had gone, you were ready for the day to be over, but thanks to years of practice you managed to keep on smiling. A number of them actually sat down for you to caricatures of them, so it was still a profitable morning.

It had been your spot long before it was the violinist’s, but people seemed to have short memories. You’d allowed your cousin to busk in your normal spot during her summer break, while you’d worked a temporary but well-paying internship. Now her school had started back up again, and you were back to doing caricatures and portraits for tourists.

“Hey there, stranger. I missed you over the summer. Where have you been?”

At the familiar voice, you looked up and smiled. No matter what his reputation was to the rest of the world, you knew Tony Stark as the man who always stopped by after visiting the nearby coffee shop and dropped you a tip, even when he didn’t have time to sit for a picture. Today he was joined by his friend Colonel Rhodes and two others you didn’t recognize.

“Hello, Tony,” you replied cheerfully. “Hi, Colonel Rhodes. I let my cousin take my spot for the summer while I did that design internship you recommended me for.”

“Knew I was shooting myself in the foot with that letter,” he teased. “Got time for a couple of portraits? I’m showing some friends my favorite parts of the city, and we couldn’t take the tour without stopping by the best caricature artist in town.”

“I’ve always got time for Iron Man and company,” you said with a wink. “Who’s first?”

“After you, Cap,” one of them said when Tony looked at the two you didn’t know.

The blond sat down on the milk crate you had for people who wanted portraits and the others settled on a nearby bench. You went over your different styles, finding out what he wanted, and started in with your sketch.

“Add color,” Tony told you, coming up as you started your first few lines. Before the blond could protest, he added, “I’m buying, Capsicle, so no arguments. I like supporting my friends.” He patted you on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

You started a conversation with your subject to help him relax, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out that he was Captain America. (“Please, just call me Steve.”) Going off what you knew about the Avengers, that meant the other man you hadn’t met before was probably Sam Wilson, the Falcon. You silently thanked your experience with famous people wanting their picture drawn for helping you stay relaxed and friendly instead of fangirling all over the heroes.

Even with color, the bust portrait you did of Steve only took you twenty minutes. He was impressed with your speed, and you let him know that the amount of practice you’d had doing portraits over the years had actually made it hard to slow down.

“Is it possible to get a picture in color for a black guy?” Sam joked as he flopped down on the crate.

You flashed him a smile and gestured to the display board behind you. “You’ve got a great skin tone, so it wouldn’t be hard at all. Have you decided which style you like?”

“What’s this style called?” he asked, leaning forward and pointing to a selection of miniature Avengers you’d drawn.

“Chibi. That what you want?”

“Yeah, but can you do me in my gear?” He was studying the tiny Falcon closely with an expression off pure delight. “Or do you need to have something in front of you to draw it?”

“Your gear won’t be a problem,” you informed him. “Not if I’m drawing it chibi, anyway. If you wanted something detailed I would need to see it or work off a press photo.”

“Awesome!” He relaxed and brought one knee up, wrapping his hands around it and leaning back, balancing himself with a well-practiced ease. “Well, then, draw away!”

The two of you talked for the fifteen minutes it took you to draw and color your Falcon sketch (chibi drawings were always faster, even if you did the whole body). You found the conversation fun, and you both spent a good bit of it laughing.

“There you go,” you said, passing him your finished drawing, “one chibi Falcon.”

“You even drew Redwing!” he exclaimed, showing the drawing to his friends. “Look! I gotta say, Stark, this is the best stop we’ve had so far.”

You smiled up at Tony and Rhodes. “Did either of you want one while you’re here?”

Tony shot you a wink. “Pepper thinks I have enough Y/N street-side sketches, but I wouldn’t object to commissioning another painting.”

“Send me a description of what you’re looking for and I’ll get started. My schedule is fairly clear since I haven’t picked up any more design work since the internship.”

“Wasn’t the point of that to get you more design work?” Rhodes asked.

“Yes, but I cleared my schedule to focus on the work they gave me the last three months and it just ended yesterday.”

“Well, gentlemen, shall we be off?” Tony asked, waving for the group to follow and heading down the street. Sam, however, lingered instead of following immediately.

“Would it be alright for me to…?”

“Oh, give it here,” you said with a grin, grabbing his hand and using your pen to write your number across his wrist. “Call me sometime.”

He grinned back. “Absolutely.”

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“So, what brings a beautiful lady like yourself to a place like this?”

You turned to find Sam leaning in the doorway to the common room at the Avenger’s compound and broke into a smile. The two of you had been texting daily, but this was your first time seeing him in person since you’d drawn him.

“A rich genius bribed me with money in exchange for a service,” you teased, “or I’d never dream of hanging around such rabble.”

“You finished it, then?” Tony asked, sweeping into the room in his usual attention-catching manner.

You pulled the cloth off the canvas you had brought and displayed your work. “What do you think?”

Tony’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas. “Perfect, as I knew it would be if you made it.”

The canvas was a mass of color. You’d worked off press photos for the details and painted all the Avengers, family portrait style, in their full costumes in front of a statue of the Avengers “A”.

“This is incredible,” Sam breathed, taking in the detail. “You painted this?”

“My talent does extend past drawing caricatures on a street corner,” you smirked. “I’ve done a few other large pieces for Tony over the years. You’ve probably seen them and never noticed.”

“I keep your work in the penthouse,” Tony corrected you. “This is the first painting of yours he’s seen.”

“You included Bucky,” Sam observed, studying the painting closely. “We haven’t found him yet, though.”

You shrugged. “I worked off news footage as best I could for his gear and historical photos for his face. I thought Steve might appreciate having him included.”

“It’s perfect,” Tony declared. “He’ll be joining us once you’ve found him if he wants to, and maybe this will help him realize he’s welcome.”

Tony supervised as Happy took the painting to settle it in its new home location. Sam again hung back to talk to you.

“You really are incredible,” he said, taking your hand. “I hope you know that. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“That depends,” you said with a blush. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Have dinner with me? There’s a barbecue place off 3rd and 73rd if you like that sort of thing.”

“I love that sort of thing.” You slipped your hand from his and grabbed your coat. “What time?”

“Pick you up at 6?”

“It’s a date.” You planted a kiss on his cheek on your way to the door. “See you then, soldier."

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mizunocaitlin · 7 years

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A Synopsis of Le Mouvment Final, the Sailor Stars musical

Here is my mostly comprehensive synopsis of Le Mouvement Final, the final Sailor Moon revival musical that opened in Tokyo on September 8th, 2017. This synopsis is full of spoilers. And pictures. You have been warned.

Also, I apologize for errors and omissions. I took notes for this one, but it’s a tad hard to take comprehensive notes in the dark.

The musical opens at the airport where Usagi is seeing off Mamoru. He's gotten into Harvard and they're both quite sad about being separated, but Usagi wants him to see his dream through. Mamoru presents Usagi with a ring, but holds back actually proposing marriage. [Overture ~Prologue~]

Around the same time, the Three Lights arrive at the airport from presumably an overseas concert. Lots of fans to dodge! Usagi has no idea who they are and what all the hoopla is about. Walking by, Seiya and the gang sense the “Star Light” coming off of Usagi and Mamoru, but Yaten doesn't want to get involved. They are on a mission. Suddenly, the baddies show and Mamoru is taken/killed right in front of Usagi, who doesn't have time to transform or anything. He never even gets on the plane. No ambiguity. He's dead. She's frozen in terror. The Three Lights come to her aid and she collapses in their arms.

Usagi recovers physically, but she’s not all there mentally. Chibi Chibi makes her first appearance and serves as a distraction! Usagi pretends nothing happened and sees this stray child and decides to help her. Brings her to the authorities, I think.

...and cut to the Music Festival. I missed some dialogue so I'm not sure if it was supposed to be a student/school music festival or a general music festival, but the first act we see is the Sailor Band. Just like in the previous musicals, the inner senshi are a band. Usagi is late so they go on without her. They sing [Otome no Michi] and their performance clothes are so manga-like! Jeans jackets! Lace shawls! Minako's keytar made me laugh.

The act that follows the Sailor Band is a duet: Haruka on paino, Michiru on violin. Though we don't get to see the duet, one of the other senshi comments that the piece they perform is written by Haruka for Michiru. Haruka and Michiru are really THE couple of this musical. Japanese Twitter identified the dress on Michiru, btw. It’s available online.

Instead of seeing the Haruka/Michiru performance, we watch back stage as the inners chastise Usagi for being late. She says she'd gone to the airport to see Mamoru off. She's already PTSD forgot about his death. It was that traumatic. The girls gush about how the Thee Lights are performing at the same music festival they are. Amazing! And here they are now! The girls spend some stage time fawning over how perfect the boys of Three Lights are. The inners all in the fan club, too! Each of the inner senshi proudly recites her fan club membership number. Naturally, the punchline of this joke is Ami. Everyone else's fan club number is in the hundreds or thousands. Ami's is #7.

Usagi still has no idea who this boy band is, and begins listing off good qualities in a man, but comments at each one that Mamoru is better than these cheesy boy band guys. Seiya, who remembers that Mamoru was killed in the airport, instantly feels terrible for Usagi. He wants to correct her and comfort her, but when he tries everyone accuses him of being sweet on Usagi.

We see the Three Lights perform next. They're so cool! But, their song [Wandering Stars] is full of novelty English. A little too much for me, personally. We see Haruka and Michiru come off stage after their performance and meet the Lights. I believe at this point is when Haruka shakes hands very pissing contest style with Seiya and everybody sense everybody else's magic powers.

At the end of the Three Lights song, the power cuts out and Iron Mouse appears. Before she can really get an attack in on the Thee Lights, Sailor Moon is on the scene. She whips out a powerful attack that knocks down Iron Mouse. I believe this battle song is [Sky of Jewels]. Quickly pretty much all the senshi show up to join Sailor Moon in the fight with Iron Mouse and she's forced to retreat. The youma costumes in this musical aren't nearly as cool as before. All black and gold. Meh. In the battle, the Three Lights are outed as senshi to pretty much everyone. The outers are concerned. The inners are super stoked their favorite boyband is just like them.

Then, we see Galaxia and get her intro song, [Dictator of Densetsu/Dictator of Legend]. Very rock opera. There's a ton of English in it. She sings her motivations and plans for taking over world domination. Pretty badass, really. Her costume glitters beautifully on stage. Galaxia is pissed that Iron Mouse took the initiative to attack, but didn't get any Star Seeds/Sailor Crystals. Iron Mouse pleads that there were more senshi than she expected. She gets punished by Galaxia for her failure.

After Galaxia's intro, we see the Animates talking among themselves. Tin Nyanko defends Iron Mouse and says they should stick together because they're friends. They should support poor chastised Iron Mouse! But Lead Crow and Aluminum Siren say, fuck no. We are not friends. We're henchmen in Galaxia's army. Fuck off. Iron Mouse leans on Tin Nyanko for comfort and says she's hungry, let's go get something to eat. So, two couples in the Animates and they want nothing to do with each other.

We cut to the Three Lights in school uniforms on the roof of Azabu Jyuban High School, where they've just enrolled. They lament to each other how they've been on this planet a whole month-ish and they still haven't found Kakyuu. They wonder aloud if it's because their singing isn't good enough. They accuse each other of being off key and then sort of test their pitch against each other, mocking each other's failures. Singing is very much the sign of power on Kinmoku.

Usagi ends up on the roof, too, writing a letter to Mamoru – Even though she's had no contact from him since she thinks he left for Harvard. Even though the Three Lights are aliens, they still dis her shitty grammar and kanji. Seiya tries again to spill the beans, but Setsuna, who appears to be the school nurse, finds Usagi with the Lights and intervenes. When she touches Seiya, she feels his power first hand and tells him to stay away from Usagi. Then, Setsuna freaks out because OMG she touched the hot lead singer of the coolest boyband ever. Kya!

That afternoon, they hold a meeting at I believe Rei's place, to discuss these Three Lights and the new threat. Chibi Chibi just shows up to the meeting like it ain't no thing. She sings an adorable song [CHIBI CHIBI] that reminds me of the Kewpie dance and everyone guesses she must be a new, mysterious relative of Usagi's. Another child or a grand child or something, maybe? And they just let her stay.

The meeting commenses. Setsuna has drawn up chibi faces of the Three Lights on a white board as a visual aid for the meeting. They talk about what the Lights have been up to since transfering to the senshis' school. Seiya is on the baskeball team and is naturally the best player. We see Seiya in a ridiculously poorly fitting basketball jersey playing around with a ball. Taiki has scored better than even Ami on that one test. Yaten is such a sassy gay that he called out Michiru on her make-up choices, which pissed off both her and Haruka. Like, literally. He called her out on her makeup. What the hell, Yaten?

The senshi speculate that they must have arrived in the meteor shower that happened last month. And, Setsuna further speculates that since she and Haruka both felt spiritual energy from them, that all three must be senshi.... Which means they can transform... Which means that they must put on sailor collars and short skirts and Setsuna starts to draw sailor fuku on the chibis she's sketched of the Three Lights on her white board and EVERYBODY FREAKS THE FUCK OUT. Partly at the idea of boy band guys in short skirts. Partly, seemly, at the idea that they might not be boys at all. Which, that part is a tad disappointing.

After the meeting, Chibi Chibi wanders off and Usagi bumps into Seiya looking for her in a nearby park. Since they both already know each other are senshi, Seiya takes this opportunity to sing [Wandering Stars Ballad Version] about what the Starlights are doing on earth. He gets just emo enough to release some of his spiritual power, which lures the baddies to the scene. Senshi and baddies convene on the spot and transform/arrive to the song [Sailor Make Up!].

In the battle, Siren an Crow sing about their back story in [Crow to Siren]. They kinda sorta were senshi, you see, but their worlds were not well off and relatively peaceful like Earth. Shit was bad, and they're with Galaxia now. Sailor Moon manages to get Iron Mouse and Tin Nyanko in a Gorgeous Mediation attack, healing them from the brainwashing and breaking their power bracelets. Mouse and Nyanko say even more about Galaxia and her insane slaughter across the galaxy. Before they get too far, however, Siren and Crow kill them for betraying Galaxia and reclaim their Sailor Crystals/Star Seeds.

This freaks Sailor Moon right the fuck out. Seing senshi-on-senshi violence and watching two people die in front of her, triggers her PTSD and she's basically frozen in trauma until we hear the snap snap snap. The Sailor Starlights appear! By now we've got basically all the senshi and all the baddies on stage, Galaxia included. Galaxia kinda mocks Sailor Moon and the senshi for being overly attached to their mortal, human bodies. We are so much more than that! I believe she then kills Mercury and Jupiter.

A sweet aside, Neptune laments that they're at war again and she's so tired of war. But Uranus says it doesn't matter, because they can face anything if they're together. Aw.

After the battle, we see Chibi Chibi walk on stage in the darkness. She starts to speak about Galaxia and the battle, then her speech is taken over by Sailor Cosmos who appears behind her.

Seiya is back in human form again, and shooting hoops to let off some steam. Haruka shows up to basically beat him up just because. Stay the fuck away from Usagi, bitch! She's ours! And Seiya once again has to be all, there's just something she needs to know. Something I have to tell her. Seiya relly gives off the vibe that he relates to Usagi's loss on a deep, traumatic level. He seems to correlate the trauma of him losing Kakyuu to the trauma of Usagi loosing Mamoru. Haruka's like ok fine you can talk to Usagi about whatever... BUT ONLY FOR 5 MINUTES I'M WATCHING YOU PUNK.

At some point here they sing [Scent of War].

The outers have a moment where they lament maybe putting up a shield around the solar system. Fucking, outers, man. WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT BEFORE ASSHOLES????

Everyone is freaking out about the new enemy. Usagi has a PTSD flashback about Mamoru's death but still can't quite accept it. Mars reads the Tarot and turns up a Death card, says this fight is different from all the rest. Minako complains that she just wants to be a normal teen for once and get a boyfriend. Yaten comment that this is foolish. They've all pledged their lives and their very souls to their princess. Romantic entanglements are for people without a mission. Minako quickly agrees.

Usagi sings [My Only Love], lamenting how much she treasures Mamoru and misses him and needs him. Seiya joins in her song, sort of realizing that his sympathy for Usagi is sort of turning into a crush on Usagi. Oops. Chibi Chibi sort of pushes the two together and Usagi finally fully remembers Mamoru's death. Seiya explains to Usagi more about Galaxia and this massive, universe wide war they're in.

But Usagi gets no rest. Galaxia ambushes them and kills Mars and Venus, again right in front of her. Galaxia says she's doing this whole murdering your loved ones in front of you thing on purpose, too. She says the anger and fear will rev up Sailor Moon's power and make her more ripe for the picking. Ugh. Asshole.

The Lights show up and Seiya wants to intervene, but Yaten pulls a Switzerland and rants that this is not their fight. The outers show up, though, and yell at them for this bullshit. They school the Lights all about how awesome Usagi is. She's so kind and gently and compassionate and everyone who meets her loves her and didn't you just sense her virtue standing next to her??? Aw, outers, I didn't know you cared so much!

This battle features Neptune and Siren so we get to see two water users battle it out. They “flood” the battle area. Pretty awesome, really. Siren is not nearly the ditz she was in the anime. They really go at it. When Usagi joins the battle, Galaxia unleashes the pain. Her massive attack hits the outers. Pluto uses herself as a human shield to protect Saturn (and secretly sends Saturn to the Time Gate) and Uranus and Neptune are fatally wounded. They reach out for each other as they die.

Sailor Moon is now alone, and Galaxia sets about the destruction of planet Earth. Chibi Chibi suddenly shows and stops it, however. And, Kakyuu comes out of hiding to join the fight. Holy shit, you guys. Kakyuu's voice? Basically opera. She's an opera singer. She sings [Saigo no Kibou/Last Hope]. On Kinmoku, singing ability = power for sure!

Intermission

Back from Intermission, Chaos is having words with Galaxia about The Plan. Blah, blah. Who cares.

Cut to Usagi. She's in her school uniform, just standing there. Alone. Grieveing. Then, suddenly, Ami, Makoto, and Minako appear! They form a playful ring around her Dogeball style saying they need to protect her. Tee-hee! Then they bring up this, basically, rape whistle that Rei apparently gave Usagi if she was ever in trouble. She blows the whistle and Rei comes running. Everybody laughs, and laughs. Usagi is tearful. Why is everyone so loyal to her? Why do they care so much? But the emotional manipulation is not over! The girls say that a special chef has prepared a meal for Usagi. It's Mamoru! He's made a special pun laden dish he calls “Tuxedo La Smoking Hamburg” and why hasn't THAT been on any of the cafe menus, huh?

The peace is broken by Galaxia, and the apparent dream becomes a nightmare. Chibi Chibi then wakes Usagi, who finds herself on the couch in the living room of the house the Three Lights all share. Kakyuu explains that she was always searching for Usagi, because Usagi is pretty much the most powerful being in the universe. She says her own lover was killed, and that's what set her off. Usagi laments that the Silver Crystal always starts conflicts.

Seiya is now in full angst mode. His princess is here, but Usagi is suffering. He wants to comfort Usagi, but feels he can't. He gets down on one knee before Usagi and vows not to leave her side. Meanwhile, Yaten is a catty bitch. Yaten wants nothing to do with these Earth people. Kinmoku First! Kakyuu shuts that down fast. No, we help.

They decide to seek out Galaxia where she lives. They band together and, in a great light show and bit of projection mapping, end up at the River of Memories that acts as a moat to Galaxia's Palace. It's a river of sand. Everyone is separated. We don't see Lethe and Mnemosyne, but the back up dancers that hassle Sailor Moon as tries to remember who she was and why she's here are dressed just like the pair are in the manga before they reveal themselves.

Usagi comes to herself and... poof! Heeeerrrrreee's Chibi Moon! Turns out when Pluto used herself as a human shield to protect Saturn, Saturn went to the future to fetch Chibi Usa. Genius! Nice shipper moment for Hotaru and Chibi Usa there. A battle occurs between Saturn, Sailor Moon, Chibi Moon, Siren and Crow.

Usagi manages to break the hold of the brainwashing bracelets, but Crow and Siren have much more complicated loyalties. Siren says she's sick of fighting. Crow talks about their home worlds. Kinda deep. They guilt Sailor Moon about her super powerful crystal being too strong a lure for bad people and things. They urge her to basically commit suicide for the good of the universe. Sailor Moon... considers it.

Naturally, Galaxia kills Siren and Crow for their betrayal. So, Kakyuu attacks! She's no real match for Galaxia, though, so she takes a fatal hit and dies in Star Fighter's arms. Seiya just can not win. All the Starlights get an attack in. Then, the inevitable. Galaxia revives Tuxedo Kamen and the solar system senshi as baddies complete with super charged abilities thanks to their power bracelets. They have special, Galaxia version of all their attacks and Tuxedo Kamen is the leader instead of Sailor Moon.

Sailor Moon can't bring herself to attack her brainwashed friends. Naturally, Galaxia has also brainwashed Tuxedo Kamen to be in love with her and they kiss just to fuck with Sailor Moon some more. Mamoru is really sexually abused throughout the series, isn't he? Chibi Moon wants to intervene, but Chibi Chibi stops her. When Tuxedo Kamen comes at Sailor Moon, apparently as an attack, the touch forms a telepathic connection. Mamoru assures Usagi that all of them are still alive and intact on the inside and it's just the push she needs!

Sailor Moon upgrades to her ultimate form and we get to see the wings again. Yay! She sets in on Galaxia. Galaxia mocks the fragility of life and human connection. Usagi sings the virtues of love and comradiere and compassion. The battle shifts to the Galaxy Cauldron.

Galaxia wants to make this shit final. She takes all the Sailor Crystals/Star Seeds she's collected and throws them in the Galaxy Cauldron to melt them and destroy them forever. She calls Sailor Moon the ultimate senshi. Galaxia makes a move to kill Sailor Moon, but it stopped by Chaos. Meanwhile, Chibi Chibi and Chibi Moon stand off to the side of the stage, seemingly helpless, watching.

Chaos reframes the argument. Chaos calls back to all the evil Sailor Moon has faced, and calls them the siblings of Sailor Moon. Everything powerful ever was formed in the same Galaxy Cauldron as Sailor Moon's Sailor Crystal/soul was. They are all one in the same.

Galaxia is injured, dying. Sailor Moon says she is lonely. Deserves compassion herself. Needs to be saved.

Chibi Chibi now speaks up. She builds on what the Animates and Chaos have said in the second act: If power exists, it will be used for evil eventually. The only way to achieve peace is to destroy the power that made the Silver Crystal and Usagi in the first place: The Galaxy Cauldron itself. Usagi objects. Wouldn't that mean no more souls would be created? Wouldn't the universe slowly whither and die? Yes, says Chibi Chibi. But there would be no more evil. There would be peace.

Sailor Moon doesn't really hesitate. Life is better. Deeply flawed life is better than peaceful nothing. She pledges to endlessly fight the battle against evil no matter what it takes, because life is worth it. She takes on the responsibility.

The injured Galaxia dies. Chibi Chibi disappears and is replaced by Sailor Cosmos. It's a dramatic moment. Everything is silent. Seeing the Cosmos and Sailor Moon on stage together is freaking amazing you guys.

They manage to revive the solar system senshi and Sailor Moon asks for their help to defeat Chaos. Cosmos and Chibi Moon both sit out the fight together, on the same part of the stage as before. This is the point where I started to suspect Cosmos and Chibi Moon were the same person.

The melted Sailor Crystals are pulled from the Galaxy Cauldron and reformed. Cosmos talks to Chibi Moon. She calls herself the future Sailor Moon. She says that she fled here from a distant future because the battle was too hard. She basically presented Sailor Moon with the moral choice she couldn't make. She says at one point “I have returned here many times”. Very cryptic. I plan to analyze the fuck out of this dialog when the DVD comes out. Usagi barely interacts with Cosmos. It's all Chibi Moon here. I really thing she's talking to her past self. Cosmos calls this Sailor Moon the best Sailor Moon. Read into that what you will. Cosmos promises she won't run away anymore.

Now with the battle over, everyone de-transforms and is reunited. The girls are all in white dresses and pose on the stage after hugging each other, happy to be alive, recreating an artbook scene. Mamoru is so happy to be alive and see Usagi that he wastes no time. Proposes marriage on the spot.

The last scene in the musical is the wedding of Usagi and Mamoru. Mamory is in the green embroidered tuxedo jacket from the artbooks and Usagi has on her pretty white wedding dress. They embrace and are so happy. SO HAPPY! Usagi tells Mamoru that she thinks she's already pregnany with ChibiUsa. I can't remember the exact phrasing but it's something along the lines of “I can already feel the light of a new star growing within me.” Mamoru is ELATED! I cried, you guys.

All of the other senshi flood into the stage, also in white. I believe it's Minako who says that Usagi it's not fair that Usagi be only one to wear a pretty dress. They pose on the stairs in a facimile of the artbook wedding dress image used in the musical promos. Usagi tosses the bouquet and Rei catches it. Whatever, we know Haruka and Michiru are getting married next.

They fade to black and a highlight montage of past musicals is projected on the stage. I cried again. At the end of the montage it says “The end.”. Noo!!! Do Sailor V or the side stories or ANYTHING! More! More!

There were 5 encore songs. Tuxedo Kamen, all senshi, Uranus/Neptune, Endymion, everyone doing Ai no Starshine, and then everyone doing Moonlight Densetsu. I didn't just cry, I bawled like a baby.

The musical was amazing. The story was much faster paced than, say, the Sailor Moon S musical. The way several characters framed the final battle as a moral choice was really masterful storytelling for one of these things. With the exception of the backup dancers, every costume was awesome. Super 90's civilian clothes! Super shiny senshi ensembles! Wedding dresses! The best! I can't wait to see it on DVD. Wish I could have gone again. And again.

Thematically, this musical really puts Usagi to the test. It presents her with the ultimate moral choice surrounding her power. She actively chooses to fight evil forever. She chooses to preserve life. She never wavers in her love for Mamoru. Seiya might start to fall for her, but she doesn’t seem to even notice. I feel like the writers really listened to criticism of previous shows here. So much worked so well!

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The Marron Sandwich Part 2 Chapter 4

This old Fanfiction was written by the talented Kinomi <~ Click and Support the author! WARNING: This story is Marron/Trunks/Goten, if this pairing isn’t your cup of tea then scroll away. :)

MS2 : Part Four

Alone again.

Marron curled herself into a ball on the single bed of her new room and stared at the wall. How had things gone to hell so quickly? And then she realized that they had been heading this way for several months, all it had taken was the catalyst of she and Goten sleeping together to shake them all out of the comfortable rut that Trunks had them in. She and Goten's quiet resentment overshadowed by the fact that they lived a porno fantasy come to life.

"And I had to go and fuck it up." Marron whispered miserably to the terra cotta colored walls of her room.

By the time she had walked back to the resort, her indignation and misery was nearly a tangible thing, she was consumed by it. Her eyes becoming like twin gas flames that shot daggers at anyone that looked at her crosswise. She needed to be alone, to think, and before she had given it a second thought she had registered for her own room. Luckily, both Trunks and Goten were still in absence as she packed up her stuff and moved it into her much smaller single occupancy room two floors up from the suite Trunks had reserved for them.

It was better to let Trunks and Goten have it. They needed to work out their own differences too, mostly why they felt so competitive with one another. And they couldn't do it if she was there like a prize to be fought over. Maybe she was naïve to want the three of them to just be…lovers - the three of them sharing their bodies and their hearts because they were friends, because they loved each other - not rivals for each other's affection. Maybe the whole thing had been a terrible mistake.

She cried as she looked out the small square window of her room. She had no view, just a small square of cloud filled sky - another bout of rain arriving to keep the Islands lush and green - and the fluttering palm fronds as the wind picked up. She felt so alone, so sorry for herself. She hadn't realized how much she had come to depend on Trunks and Goten's presence, always with her, until they were gone. She knew it was for the best, they had to learn to treat her like she had a say in things, but she still missed them terribly. It was hard to sleep alone after being spoiled with them both to warm the bed and hold her. She really wanted someone to hold her then as she cried herself to sleep.

Trunks was furious. Again.

He hated feeling helpless more than anything else. Inaction was his greatest nemesis. He got that trait from his mother, to never sit idly by and let things happen. Go out and make them happen. If something was broken, go and fix it.

But he didn't know how to fix this. And it pissed him off.

"What the fuck is THIS bullshit?" he snapped angrily at his counterpart as they stood in the bedroom of their suite. Trunks flung an arm out, indicating the empty hangers in the closet where Marron's sweet smelling clothes had hung shortly before.

He'd been angry since Goten had found him standing on the cliff that overlooked the resort. Arms folded and scowling as he surveyed the jungle before him. Looking every inch the insolent Prince he was, except for the pink flamingo Bermuda shorts he wore. His anger had ebbed when he and Goten had made up, but it had flared to life again as Goten told him about what had happened on the beach with Marron.

Between Marron and Goten, Trunks didn't know who was worse. They were going to be the very death of him with their incessant complaints about equality. Didn't they realize if they wanted something from him they had only to take it? He would move heaven and earth for either or both of them if they asked. But they said nothing; they did nothing, leaving him to believe that they were happy to let him be the leader. The alpha of their little pack, the way he always had been.

Instead they'd been resentful, accusing him of being selfish. How could they consider him selfish when he gave them everything they wanted? He neglected neither of them - no one had been left out - he gave them both his love freely. What more did they want from him? Blood?

Goten looked dazed as he sank to edge of the bed, looking forlornly into the emptied section of the closet. "I-I didn't think she'd…leave." Goten said helplessly, looking up at Trunks with dark miserable eyes. "What are we going to do?" Goten asked him.

Trunks gnashed his teeth, his back to Goten. Didn't the two of them see the irony? They complained that he manipulated things his own way, and yet the minute there was trouble they looked to him to solve it. It made him nuts. He turned his head, scowling at Goten.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to put a stop to this nonsense right now. Let's go get her." Trunks bit out, striding for the phone. Calling down to the front desk he got Marron's new room number and had his hand on the doorknob of the suite when he realized that Goten wasn't right behind him. He stalked back into the bedroom to see Goten hadn't moved. "Well?" he demanded, fisting his hands on his hips.

"It won't help. If you go up there like you are now, we'll lose her forever." Goten told him. Trunks' scowl got positively thunderous.

"How you figure that?" Trunks demanded. A tiny finger of fear at Goten's words made him angrier. He wanted to march up to Marron's room and prove to her that she couldn't live without him. He'd gotten so used to her sweet gentling presence with he and Goten, now he felt like there was a piece missing from them. It made him feel helpless.

"Look at you," Goten told him, "You're pissed off. What are you going to say to her if you go up there? 'Get your ass back down there'? Like she's some kind of unruly child?" Goten challenged. Trunks flushed red, remembering his behavior the other night, when he chased Marron down the hall naked.

"Forcing her to do what we want her to do isn't fair. I don't want her to go, but I can't force her to stay if she doesn't want to. If we go up there now - angry and hurt - then all she's going to hear is us telling her what WE want her to do." Goten told him. Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"What do you suggest? We just let her leave us and act like we don't give a shit about it?" Trunks asked incredulously.

"Of course not." Goten said softly. Trunks narrowed his eyes. There was something Goten hadn't told him. He could always tell when Chibi was holding back.

"What haven't you told me, Goten?" Trunks demanded. Goten looked away, chewing the inside of his lip.

"She's hurting…I can feel it." Goten whispered. "She feels ashamed of what the three of us have."

Trunks was stunned. Not just at the knowledge that Marron was ashamed of their relationship, but that Goten had obviously formed a bond with his girlfriend. He fisted his hands so tightly he felt his knuckles might burst through his skin. How dare Goten? As if he knew what he was thinking, Goten flicked his deep eyes up to Trunks'.

"It's not permanent. I'm already sorry I did it. Marron was right…it was for selfish reasons." Goten told him matter of factly.

Trunks sat on the end of the bed near Goten, his fingers digging into his knees. He hated this! He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do to restore the harmony between them. Goten had bonded with his woman. Despite what Goten had said earlier about sharing, despite the childish and naïve wish of Marron's that the three of them be like some perfect circle of equality and love, Trunks still thought of them as his. Goten was his best friend, his other half. And Marron was the woman he still fully expected to take as his mate one day. He'd had this vision that he would have it all, a family with Marron, and his relationship with Goten too. And now his vision was having hiccups.

"This is fucked up." Trunks said under his breath, his rage giving way to a bone deep weariness. "I don't need this shit…I'm on vacation."

He could see Goten's grin out of the corner of his eye and couldn't stay angry with him. He'd never been able to hold a grudge where Chibi was concerned. He loved Goten more than life. Goten was in his blood now.

"We can always go on one of ZTV's talk shows, and bitch slap each other over Marron in front of a live studio audience." Goten joked, biting the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing.

"And watch the Company's stock take a nose dive? Let's not and say we did." Trunks grumped, resting his elbow on his knee and propping his chin in his palm. "So how do we resolve the Marron situation?" Trunks asked. Goten flopped back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head and looking up at the ceiling, like he could look through the two floors to where Marron lay sleeping, dried tears on her cheeks.

"We give her what she wants." Goten replied simply. Trunks looked over at Goten, his expression of confusion almost comical.

"Eh?" he puzzled. Goten shrugged.

"She loves us, I know she does. She's put up with way too much from us in the last year for her not to. I don't think she wants to leave. I think she's just drawn her line in the sand." Goten said thoughtfully. "She told me that she feels like we treat her like some kind of sex toy, or commodity to be passed between us."

"That's bullshit!" Trunks interrupted scowling. "She's…our girlfriend." Trunks said, correcting himself in time.

"But that's how she feels," Goten stressed gently, "She also asked me if I thought sleeping with both of us made her a slut. Now why, if she felt like she was our girlfriend and secure in the relationship, would she ask me that?" Goten asked, looking over to Trunks with an arched eyebrow.

"Because she's nuts." Trunks muttered, cutting his eyes away from Goten's pointed look.

"Try again," Goten coaxed, laughter in his voice.

"All right! You made your point. Maybe we haven't been treating her fairly lately." Trunks relented. Goten rolled on his side toward Trunks, propping his head up as he grinned.

"We?" Goten asked archly. Trunks scowled again.

"Don't push it," he grumbled. "So how do we show her that we consider her…'an equal partner in the relationship'?" Trunks parroted. Goten grinned devilishly.

"Use your considerable imagination, Trunks. I'm sure you can think of something to get us back in her good graces."

Trunks exhaled, resigned. "It would be SO much easier for me to just go up there and fuck her until she doesn't remember what she was upset about. You know that right?" Trunks complained, folding his arms across his chest. Goten rolled closer, resting his head on Trunks' thigh and patting his knee.

"I know, Trunks. But just think of all the character you're going to build this way." Goten humored him.

Trunks snorted noncommittally.

She was dreaming, had to be. She could hear the downpour and see the flashes of lightning through the sliding glass door of the bedroom suite.

Sliding glass door? Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she looked around the room. She was back in the bedroom of the suite. She sat up, rubbing at her eyes, what an awful dream she'd been having. The three of them having problems, people calling her names… She made a small noise of dismay as she realized it hadn't been a dream. Then how had she gotten back to the suite?

The door to the bedroom opened, letting in the light from the living room. Marron squinted as her pupils constricted painfully. Two sets of broad shoulders filled the doorway as Trunks and Goten came into the room. Goten turned the bedside light on low as he sat on one side of her, Trunks on the other.

They seemed almost like apparitions in the soft light, periodically highlighted by the flashes of lightning outside. Marron didn't like storms, and her eyes flicked toward the glass doors whenever there was a lightning strike. Repressing her trembling as the thunder rumbled ominously overhead.

"How…?" she asked softly, her face a portrait of confusion as she looked from Trunks to Goten and back.

Trunks gave her a crooked grin, and even in the low light she could see the ironic twist of his lips, his blue eyes glittering at her. Goten gave her a much warmer and gentler smile.

"What do you think? I went upstairs and fetched your a-" Trunks started to say.

"We brought you back," Goten interrupted him. "You belong here with us." He said gently. Marron's eyes were still fixed on Trunks' face, like she was trying to read the intent behind his amused expression. "Tell her, Trunks." Goten urged.

"Damn right, you do." Trunks agreed, sapphire locked with aqua. Goten exhaled in a hiss as Marron's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not your property," she said hotly, "I don't belong to you." Goten could see Marron working herself up to lambaste them both loudly. Her face scrunching up just like the fists she held in her lap. He reached out a soothing hand, trying to stroke her wildly tousled hair.

At that moment the storm outside intensified, the wind screaming against the eaves, making the whole building seem to shiver in response. A bolt of lightning so bright it left afterimages burned in their eyes streaked across the sky outside the windows, the deafening clap of thunder immediately following. Marron screamed in fright, her anger forgotten and all but threw herself into Trunks' arms. Scrabbling into his lap as she clung to him like a child. Goten hid his disappointment that Marron hadn't chosen him to comfort her, but he sensed through their bond that it was no conscious choice on her part, blind terror dictated her actions, but Trunks didn't have to look so damn smug about it.

Goten rested his hand on her back soothingly as he stroked her hair. Trunks chuckled and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his lap.

"You silly impossible woman," Trunks chided, "don't you ever listen? You belong with us, not to us. And you'd realize that if you weren't constantly making a mountain out of a molehill." Goten frowned at him.

"Trunks, be nice."

Trunks raised an eyebrow at his lover; Marron had shown no signs of having heard a word he said. Her face was still firmly tucked into his neck and if he wasn't careful she stood a chance of cracking his ribs she hung onto him so tightly. No wonder her father never trained her, she'd be a menace with a little power.

"I am being nice. I'm being very nice considering she's about to squeeze me to death." Trunks croaked.

Goten moved across the bed to sit beside them. Gently, he rested his hands on Marron's tight tense shoulders, his strong fingers lightly kneading her rock hard muscles. As Trunks watched, Goten leaned forward until he rested his forehead against the nape of her neck. Another crash of thunder overhead and Marron's arms tightened around Trunks convulsively, squeezing him even tighter. Trunks gritted his teeth, he was tough - he could take it - but it still didn't feel wonderful. Like he was stuck in a vise.

With his eyes shut, Goten slowly slid his hands down Marron's arms, until he too had his arms wrapped around Trunks' middle. Marron sandwiched between their two bodies as she clung to Trunks in terror. Goten lifted his head from Marron's back to meet Trunks' eyes. "Let go of her," he murmured, pressing his chest to Marron's back as Trunks' arms slid away. At the touch of his bare skin to her back - her thin cotton sleep tank between them - Goten could feel her start to relax. He didn't actively channel energy like he had when they had made love, merely opened himself to the energy between them that was already present. But this current wasn't sexual in nature, the energy he allowed her to sense was soothing, comforting, like that of a parent to a child.

"Goten…" Trunks growled warningly, sensing the rising connection between them. Marron jerked at Trunks' harsh tone, her arms tightening again in agitation. Goten didn't even look up, just rested his head on her shoulder with his eyes shut, swimming in the warm peaceful glow within.

"It's fine, Trunks…" he murmured back, sounding a million miles away. "See?" he asked and slid his hands off of Marron's arms to rest on Trunks' bare back.

Trunks almost gasped as he got a small taste of what he was sure the two of them were feeling. It was loving and peaceful, making his anger want to slip away. It was Goten's ki, as familiar to him as his own, but he could feel Marron's less strong presence as well. Twining around Goten's like a vine around a tree, hesitant and unsure and still a bit afraid.

"Marron, Marron…" Trunks whispered, lowering his head to rest his face against her, the motion bringing his lips close to Goten's. "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid and don't be sad, nothing will ever hurt you as long as I'm here. As long as we're here," he acknowledged Goten's look.

Bit by bit, Marron's death grip on Trunks loosened. "I don't like thunder and lightning," she whimpered softly. Trunks took her face in his hands, tipping her face up to his and pressing soft gentle kisses to her nose, her cheeks and her lips.

"I know, baby," Trunks whispered. "We'll keep you safe, always."

Marron could feel Goten's lips against her bared shoulder, the mindless terror that had gripped her when her phobia struck was gone, hazy and indistinct like it had happened to someone else as warmth and well being turned her loose and pliant.

"Always," Goten echoed softly against her skin as he moved her hair out of the way to expose the nape of her neck to his lips. She hissed in her breath as his lips scraping gently over one of her most erogenous zones made her nerve endings dance.

Trunks and Goten moved as one toward the center of the big bed, the motion so smooth and seamless Marron barely noticed they had shifted positions from the edge. It was uncanny and a little freaky the way they could move like that, like they were connected on some deep level that allowed them to communicate in a way that would always exclude her. Trunks shifted her in his lap a bit, opening up space between their bodies as Goten moved around Marron until the three of them made a sort of triangle with their chests. Their lower bodies a tangle of limbs with Marron perched precariously and somewhat uncomfortably on their thighs.

The storm outside was still violent, whipping the palm fronds by the balcony into a frenzy. Marron saw it, she knew that hurricanes frightened her, but for the life of her she couldn't be anxious about it. Their arms around her pulled her into the little world the three of them had created, and she wanted to get lost there again, she really did.

Trunks groaned as Marron wiggled in his lap for the third time, trying to find a more comfortable position, especially since something was decidedly poking her in the bottom. She looked down to see what it was and gasped in surprise, her eyes widening. They were both completely naked. She wasn't sure why that fact surprised her, Trunks and Goten often went naked at home on weekends they weren't expecting visitors, it just caught her off guard.

"You're naked!" she gasped scandalously. She could feel Goten's smile against her skin as he still rested his face against her shoulder, one of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist. Trunks rolled his eyes dramatically.

"God! She finally noticed! I was starting to wonder…" Trunks teased. Marron blushed; she always blushed when Trunks and Goten teased her about sex. She couldn't help it. "Aren't you a little overdressed for this party?" Trunks purred at her, sliding the hand that rested on her hip up to caress the outer swell of her breast through her tank top.

"Party?" she squeaked, a little hitch in her voice as Trunks began tugging at her tank top impatiently, yanking it off of her and exposing her upper body. One of her breasts filling Goten's palm almost before the fabric was over her head. That boy wasted no time.

"The 'We're sorry' party," Goten murmured, his face buried in her neck as he nuzzled the hollows at the base above her collarbones. "We've been selfish, insensitive, jerks…and we want to make it up to you."

Marron turned her head slightly toward him, a dubious expression on her face. "Now where have I heard that before?" she scoffed. Goten raised his head, his eyebrows lofty, and Trunks just chuckled softly.

"You don't believe us?" Goten questioned incredulously. Marron looked between the two of them quickly, her reason returning to her once they weren't touching her. It was amazing how her faculties could take a vacation when either of them got their mitts on her body.

"Oh, I believe you think you mean it," Marron answered readily.

"But?" Trunks prompted, still amused by the expression on Goten's face. Of course Trunks had years of experience on Goten when it came to Marron's moods. He rested his hand on her hip as he watched them, never one to pass up copping a feel off of her when she was distracted.

"But no change will come of it," Marron finished matter of factly. Trunks' expression of amusement faded until he mirrored Goten in disbelief. Marron fidgeted in Trunks' lap again as they gaped at her, feeling the need to elaborate on her reasoning. "You know it's true," she accused them, "it's always been this way - since that very first time. You guys will make a token effort and then things will go back to the way they were. Nothing will be resolved," she shrugged. "Not with just sex anyway."

"But…" Goten started. Marron's hands fluttered nervously as she shrugged again. She tried to move out of Trunks' lap, to move away from where she was wedged between them, but Trunks' fingers held her in place. A glance up at the forbidding look on his face told her he wanted her right where she was. "But we love you…" Goten finished at last, a vaguely hurt look on his face. Leave it to men to take the wrong thing personally.

"She knows that," Trunks said in a low voice. His eyes still locked on Marron's face as she chewed her lip. "Tell her what we decided to do, Goten."

Marron's eyes narrowed farther. She didn't process the fact that they realized they were being selfish, her own feelings of self pity making her hone onto the fact that THEY had decided on something. They - as in without - her. "Oh, do. Please tell me this wonderful thing that YOU guys have decided to do." Marron said sarcastically, folding her arms over her chest.

Trunks made an annoyed face as he flexed his thigh muscle under Marron's bottom, unseating her and making her have to unfold her arms and grab one of Goten's so she didn't fall over. "We're trying to make a gesture here, don't be a bitch." Trunks told her. Marron's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Trunks raised an eyebrow in challenge, daring her to contradict him; she shut her mouth with a snap. Scowling mutinously. She hated it when he was right.

"M'not a bitch," she grumbled under her breath. Trunks blew upwards through his bangs.

"No, you impossible woman. I didn't say you were a bitch, I said don't be a bitch." Trunks clarified, sounding exasperated. Marron glared up at him.

"Same difference!" she exclaimed. Trunks rolled his eyes again.

"Are we speaking the same language?" Trunks asked the room at large. "Or did I just start randomly spouting off in Namekian or something?"

Marron scowled, her hands fisting and knuckles cracking. "I'll spout you…" she threatened, "right in the kisser."

"Oh baby, you know the rough stuff turns me on," Trunks teased, his dark blue eyes sparkling with mischief. How he loved riling her up.

"Can we get back to the subject, PLEASE?" Goten practically yelled from beside them. Trunks and Marron turned their heads as one to look at him, their expressions of surprise at his outburst almost identical.

"Which was?" Trunks asked, scratching the back of head.

"Marron. And how she feels that we aren't serious about being sorry for taking advantage of her and not respecting her feelings more." Goten said flatly, annoyed with Trunks for getting them off topic.

"Right," Trunks nodded, wisely avoiding saying more considering Goten's expression.

"Marron," Goten addressed her, gathering her hands into his and looking into her eyes. "I don't know what to say to make you believe me, but we really are sorry that we haven't been more sensitive to your feelings. Trunks and I talked this afternoon after you left me on the beach, and we realized that we have been taking you for granted. That we haven't been treating you like an equal partner in the relationship. And we've decided that we want to change that. Don't we, Trunks?" Goten said pointedly, his eyes never leaving Marron's face.

"Uh…yeah," Trunks agreed, even though it sounded more like a question. Marron glanced over at Trunks and noticed he looked mildly confused. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. Confused Trunks was one of her favorite things, she loved seeing that cool exterior of his rattled once in a while.

"So here is what we propose," Goten said with a singular look to Trunks, "since nothing is decided unless all three of us agree. From now on, no more sharing. Sharing implies possession, and nobody belongs to anyone else. We're all equal. This is as much your relationship as it is mine, as it is Trunks'. The relationship is 'ours'." Goten told them. Marron nodded in agreement and Trunks just looked dazed.

"Next," Goten continued.

"There's more?" Trunks blurted out. Marron couldn't help but smile at the pained expression on Trunks' face. She slid her arm around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder as she waited for Goten to continue. Trunks was President of a multi-billion zenni corporation, he was used to being in charge of things. A change like this in their relationship was going to be the hardest on him.

"Next," Goten repeated like he hadn't been interrupted. "To prove that we are serious about considering you an equal in the relationship, when we get back home we're going to look for a new place to live. You moved in with us into our apartment. This will be a space that the three of us will decide on. That will be considered ours from the beginning." Goten said. Marron perked up, her eyes shining at Goten.

"A house?" she asked hopefully.

"As long as we all agree," Goten nodded. Marron beamed at him, reaching toward him to throw her arms around his neck.

"That's a wonderful idea!" she cried happily as she hugged Goten, half her body still in Trunks' lap.

"I never agreed to-" Trunks started in a low voice, but Goten's determined look as he held Marron against his chest, and Marron's happiness shut his mouth with a snap. Marron twisted around to look at Trunks, having heard his voice, but not his words.

"What, Trunks?" she smiled at him. Trunks forced himself to smile back, his pride injured that Goten had just manipulated him the way he had. Who knew Chibi had it in him? Too many years spent in his company, he figured. His smile turned genuine as he saw how happy Marron looked about the change. He could put aside his pride for her, because he loved her.

"I said, I absolutely agree. I think we should…be this way." Trunks said. Goten let out the breath he'd been holding silently.

Marron's smile got even wider and she let go of Goten to hug Trunks again. Pressing her bare chest to his and her lips to his neck. "Thank you," she whispered to him. Trunks wrapped his arms around her slim back, just about engulfing her in his arms as he lowered his head to her shoulder.

"Does that mean we can get back to fooling around now?" Trunks whispered in her ear so only she could hear. She giggled softly and turned her head toward his, kissing his ear lightly.

"As long as we all agree, remember?" she teased. Trunks groaned.

"Now we have to fuck by committee too?" Trunks griped, looking over his shoulder to wink at Goten. A massive grin spread across the dark haired man's face in response.

"Not necessarily," Marron said loftily, pulling her face away from Trunks with a sniff. "I just want input."

Trunks smile was positively wicked as he trailed his fingertips lightly over her collarbones down to the peaks of her nipples. "I always put it in," Trunks purred huskily.

"That's NOT what I meant!" Marron told him exasperated. Goten moved closer again, sliding his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Trunks leaned toward Marron and she instinctively leaned back to keep an equal distance between their bodies, however the motion pressed her back against Goten's chest. Trapping her between them.

"Then what did you mean?" Trunks teased her in a low voice. Marron hissed in her breath as she felt Goten's hands slowly slide up her torso to cup her breasts in his hands. The rage of the storm outside was all but forgotten as Trunks and Goten filled her awareness. Every fiber of her body attuned to them. She licked her lips nervously before answering.

"I - uh, I just mean that I want a say in what we do. I want to feel like a participant, not a…a…" she trailed off, looking for the right word to convey her point.

"An accessory?" Goten murmured helpfully, squeezing Marron's breasts gently as he held her against him.

"Yes! Exactly!" Marron crowed, "thank you, Goten."

Trunks scowled momentarily at Goten, not just for getting Marron sidetracked, but also because he was getting all the prime groping in. Goten gave Trunks a lazy half smile, his eyes hooded as he slowly stroked and fondled Marron's breasts. Trunks could feel the desire building in him as he watched Goten handle Marron, his own eyes growing smoky and dark. "All right then," Trunks murmured and before Marron could take a breath to respond he swooped in and kissed her.

Marron was reminded of that afternoon in the hammock as Trunks took control of her senses the way he always did. His soft lips, the taste of his tongue as he slowly swept it through her mouth all made her body sing and her throat hum with a low moan of pleasure. Goten's hands squeezed her tighter for a heartbeat as he heard her low sound of yearning and let go, moving away from her to let Trunks lower her to the bed.

She kept her eyes closed as Trunks kissed her lips, her eyelids, and her jawline, arching her back when she felt Goten's lips on her breast. She cracked her eyelids as a particularly bright flash of lightning lit up the room to see them looming over her again, making her feel overwhelmed a bit, like she had in the hammock.

She felt the confident and purposeful caress of Trunks' hand as he slid it down her belly to the waistband of the little cotton boyshorts she slept in, and gasped as he cupped her sex in his palm through the thin cotton. The heat of his hand stoking her own fire, and he squeezed her gently, acknowledging her response to his caresses. She gasped even louder when he took his hand away for a moment, only to repeat the maneuver underneath her shorts.

"That's better," Trunks murmured, his breath tickling her just below her breast. "Raise your hips," Trunks urged, and she did, pressing her sex more fully into his palm as her bottom left the bed, Goten sliding the shorts down and off her legs, leaving her as bare as they were.

"Lots better," Goten murmured in agreement. Marron looked down her body at them, sitting on their heels on either side of her. She felt like she was up for inspection as they gazed down on her body intently.

"See anything you like?" she asked mockingly, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth. She should be annoyed that they were gaping at her like a couple of little boys with their first centerfold, but it was sort of flattering actually.

Goten gave her a wide grin, his dark eyes sparkling in the dim room. "I know I do," he told her, lowering his dark head to flick his tongue tantalizingly over the nipple closest to him. Feeling mischievous, Marron cupped her breasts in her hands, all but offering them to Goten, and biting her lower lip softly as he suckled her. Her eyes half opened as she looked over Goten's head to where Trunks watched them, lightly stroking her sex with the backs of his fingers.

"What about you, Trunks?" she asked, smiling slyly. It was sort of fun teasing them, normally she let them do with her what they would, and trusting that whatever they wanted would feel good to her too. It never occurred to her before that she had control too; she just had to learn how to use it. Trunks' eyes burned into hers, his grin dangerous.

"You know full well what I like," Trunks purred. His middle finger traced her cleft and spread her wetness around to facilitate his movements before sliding inside. "I love this," he told her, thrusting his finger deep. "I love the shape of your ass, your legs, the way you walk, your eyes, your lips - especially when they're wrapped around my--"

Marron flushed bright red, embarrassed. "All right! I get the picture," she interrupted with a nervous laugh. Trunks' eyes crinkled at her as he smiled.

"No, I don't quite think you do. But we'll be happy to show you." Trunks said softly. Goten had his head resting against Marron's breasts as he looked down her body at Trunks, smiling in understanding.

"Show me what?" Marron asked before she could help herself. Goten turned the other way to look at Marron.

"How important to us you are," Goten answered, that same dopey half smile on his face and soft gleam in his eyes.

"How are you going to do that?" she asked them playfully. The two of them shared a conspiratorial look and equally wicked grins as they sat beside her. She found it difficult to raise her eyes any farther than the impressive sets of ripped abs and powerful thighs that filled her line of sight. If they were going to gape at her, turn about was fair play.

"By doing nothing," Trunks told her. Marron looked up at him confused.

"Huh?"

Goten just smiled at her, his hands resting lightly on his thighs and she swung her gaze back to Trunks, who flicked his bangs out of his eyes with a careless motion.

"We're all yours tonight, Marron," Trunks said. "You're in charge. We'll do whatever you want."

"Really?" she asked skeptically. "So if I said I wanted a pedicure and a triple-decker-Goten-special-strawberry shortcake…?"

Trunks winced, a pained smile on his face. "I'd say where's those stupid foam thingies you stuff between your toes?" Trunks answered. Goten snickered. "Laugh it up, Berry-boy." Trunks snapped at him.

Marron bounced up, sitting on her heels as her eyes sparkled. "Oh this is gonna be fun!" she giggled, clapping her hands together. "I get to do anything I want with you?" She asked excitedly.

"I'm going to regret letting you talk me into this, aren't I?" Trunks muttered to Goten under his breath. Goten's eyes were locked on Marron's jiggling breasts as she bounced happily beside them, and the dark haired man grinned. But it wasn't Goten's usual goofy grin; it was the wide lascivious grin of a horny half Saiyan male.

"Doubtful," Goten muttered back.

"What are you two whispering about?" Marron demanded, her eyes narrowing. "No whispering while I'M in charge," she stated, fisting her hands on her hips. Trunks stared at her like she'd grown a second head, but Goten inclined his head slightly, that grin still playing around his lips.

"Whatever you say, my lady," Goten told her. Now Trunks was staring at Goten as if he'd taken leave of his senses while Marron beamed at him.

"Oh you're gooood…" Marron purred, rising to her knees to crawl over to Goten. She traced his cheek with her fingertip lightly down to his mouth, letting her index finger rest on his lower lip. "Very, very, good…" she breathed, her eyes sparkling with a curious mixture of mischief and desire that made Goten's blood rush in a decidedly southern direction.

"Yes. I am." Goten murmured, his voice growing huskier with lust. His palms fairly itched to grab her and yank her into his lap and kiss her, but it was his idea to let Marron take control. To let her set the pace and dictate what they did for once and he was going to hold to it, even if it killed him…or Trunks. Her smile was so genuinely pleased it lit up her whole face, making whatever suffering he and Trunks might have to endure before they could have their way with her worth it. He just hoped Trunks would see it that way too.

"My own two gorgeous love monkeys," Marron mused. "My little love slaves." Her mouth wouldn't stop twisting into a delighted grin and she felt as though she would burst into hysterical giggles at any moment. How liberating this was, how very exciting to think of all the things she could do with them. She felt empowered. The nasty comments of the women in the resort only had the power to hurt her as long as she doubted where she stood with Trunks and Goten. But as she gazed into Goten's dark passionate eyes she could see the depth of his feelings there. She could see the love.

"If that's what you want," Goten whispered, his lips staying parted. She knew he wanted her to kiss him and her mouth curved in pleasure at making him wait. "I'll be whatever," he breathed.

She leaned in until her lips just barely brushed his, drawing back slightly whenever he moved to close the distance. Slowly, she traced his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, tasting him. "Mmmmmm…" she hummed, flicking her tongue against his upper lip to give it the same slow treatment. Goten shuddered slightly and she glanced down to see his hands fisted tightly against his thighs, his cock engorged and twitching, as though it had a will of it's own. She lifted her eyes back to Goten's glazed ones, barely able to repress her pleased smile.

"You want me," she stated, reaching out to trail a finger down Goten's chest. Scraping her fingernail lightly over his well-defined muscles, making them jump under her teasing touch. Goten swallowed, licking his lips.

"Yes."

She leaned even closer, her lips almost against his cheek so Trunks wouldn't hear. "So if I told you that I wanted your face between my legs…?" she purred.

"I'd gladly lick you until you screamed," Goten answered immediately.

"And if I told you to call me, Mistress, and cater to my every whim and desire? Even at the expense of your own?"

"If that's what your fantasy is tonight, I'll do it." Goten said carefully, his voice as low as hers. "If that's what I have to do to prove my love, you know I will." Marron let her lips brush his soft cheek lovingly.

"And after tonight?" she taunted. Goten licked his lips again.

"That's up for negotiation," Goten said hesitantly. Marron chuckled softly. Best not to push her luck.

"Just testing," she told him, and then kissed him long and deep. Exploring his mouth with a seductive slowness she never had before. She'd kissed Goten countless times before, had been kissed by him even more than that, but never had she kissed him just for the sake of feeling his lips on hers, to memorize the feel of his teeth and tongue with her own, to taste him just because she wanted to.

She drew back from Goten's hooded eyes and lusty expression to look back over her shoulder at Trunks. Little surprise there to find him staring at her exposed backside intently. He wasn't touching her - there seemed to be an unspoken agreement in the air that she had to make the first move - but she could feel his eyes on her skin. As tactile as a touch.

Marron swayed her hips slightly to get his attention, turning from Goten to crawl over to Trunks. His blue eyes burned in a way Goten's didn't. Where Goten's lust was tempered with the love he had for her - his best friend - Trunks' eyes smoldered hotter for it.

"And what about you?" she mused; resting on her knees and hand as she touched Trunks the same way she had Goten. "Are you going to be my love slave too? Are you going to fulfill all my kinkiest fantasies?" she teased. One of Trunks' eyebrows raised even higher.

"Do you even have those?" Trunks snorted in disbelief. Marron frowned.

"Ah ah ah!" she chided, wagging her finger in front of his nose before tapping it against his lower lip. "None of that, I'm in charge remember? You have to do what I say and what I want," she informed him. Another burst of giggles escaping her lips at the sheer improbability of the whole concept. Trunks catering to her every whim. This was too much fun. Trunks grinned crookedly.

"I don't think dominatrixes are supposed to giggle," Trunks offered, which made stifling her giggles harder, so she scowled at him. Trying to look serious and domineering. "Sorry," Trunks said glibly, "I'll behave."

"I sincerely doubt that," Goten muttered behind her. Marron scowled for real, feeling the control of the situation slipping away with Trunks' teasing. She got her face right in his and growled, some instinct inside of her telling her that aggression was needed with Trunks. His expression sobered as his eyes locked with hers.

"Are you going to do what I want?" she demanded, "or am I going to have to punish you?" Trunks arched an eyebrow again in question, but there was no humor in the gesture this time. Marron leaned closer to him, repeating the position she'd had with Goten so she could whisper to him.

"I could you know," she told him in a low voice. "I know you so well…I know what would drive you crazy. Having to watch, and not touch," she flicked her tongue out against the corner of his lips, "or be touched." She finished.

"All right," Trunks ground out. Marron lifted her gaze to his and saw that same barely contained lust and fury from the other night warring in his eyes. And then it was gone, leaving only the deep sapphire of desire reflected there as the tension in his face released. "I'll play this little game for tonight," Trunks told her. Marron let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. "But remember one thing, Marron…" Trunks said warningly. Marron's lips parted in surprise as she pulled back to see him.

"It's PRINCE Love Monkey to you…Mistress." Trunks informed her with a wink. "And you know I'm always up for any kink you can throw out."

"That's comforting," Marron muttered, feeling her moment slipping away. Trunks moved his face slightly, enough to bring his lips to her cheek and he grazed her soft skin with his teeth, making a low sound in his throat that her body responded to.

"It should be, the way it should always be between us. You only have to tell me what you want, Marron - both of you, actually - don't make me guess. Tell me what you want." Trunks urged, nibbling at the corner of her mouth. "I can't fulfill those kinky fantasies of yours if you don't tell me what they are."

"So you'll do it?" Marron whispered, her face brightening.

"Anything you tell me to," Trunks told her. Marron studied his face closely, tracing his features with a fingertip.

"This is just killing you, isn't it? Not being in charge?" she asked him quietly, her voice serious.

"I'll live. You're worth it." Trunks replied softly, his expression tender, making her heart rise up to her throat.

"God, I love you," she whispered, her voice almost tremulous, and tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Trunks smiled.

"I know," he replied. But his tone was gentle, no trace of arrogance or conceit in it. Unshed tears made her eyelashes spiky, and Trunks leaned closer to her ear again. "I'm almost positive that dominatrixes don't cry, either," Trunks whispered, making her giggle weakly. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and looked up at Trunks, waiting patiently for her to tell him what she wanted him to do, before glancing back at Goten, who smiled encouragingly at her as he waited for the same.

Whatever she wanted, huh? Pity that she suddenly had no idea what that was - kinky or otherwise. She sat back on her heels again and looked at them, totally at a loss.

"I…uh," she blushed, "don't know what I should do." Marron confessed. She felt Goten's warm hand on her back, and tingles danced up and down her spine as she felt him move closer to her. His calloused palms smoothed over her narrow shoulders as he tucked her smaller body between his legs.

"Anything you want," Goten breathed softly, his breath caressing her ear. "Is there anything that you've always wanted to do, but never have?" Goten asked her when she said nothing. Marron bit her lip.

Trunks took that as his cue to scoot forward, sliding his legs underneath Marron's and over Goten's until the three of them were fitted together like sardines in a can. A year of having two lovers instead of one had made Trunks a natural at arranging six legs instead of four. Marron gasped as she felt herself pressed between them intimately, making Trunks chuckle softly and he took her face between his palms.

"It amazes me," Trunks murmured, brushing his lips against hers. She could still feel Goten's hot breath against her neck as she stared into Trunks' sapphire eyes. "How after a year you can still be so innocent and shy around us."

"I'm not," she said immediately, even as pink tinted her cheeks.

"You are…" Trunks argued, "you blush like crazy if I even mention sex, your blush goes to defcon three if you see either of us naked, Dende forbid." Trunks teased. Goten chuckled in agreement, remembering Marron's discomfiture about his g-string on the boat the day before. "What happened to my little dominatrix?" Trunks smiled against her mouth.

"Well…I…uh…." Marron stammered. Goten had his hands on her slender hips and he smiled over Marron's shoulder at Trunks. Trunks winked at him as he nibbled at the corner of Marron's lips.

"Don't be shy, Marron…" Goten whispered in her ear, pausing to trace the shell shape with his lips and tongue as he slid his hands slowly up her torso to cup her breasts in his palms. "Not with us, we'll never ever judge you. We love you. Trust us."

"I-I do trust you…" Marron said breathlessly. Trunks took Marron's small hands in his and held them to his chest, trapping them.

"Then look at me," Trunks urged, "and not in the eyes. Look at my body, Marron. Look at Goten's…without blushing," he said as she immediately turned bright red at his words. Her eyes jumping from his face to where her hands were on his chest in panicked little jerks. Trunks pulled her hands inexorably down, down to his abs, and lower…until they brushed his erect cock. "Look at us, Marron, with the same desire that we look at you with. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Trunks whispered. Marron's mouth dropped open and her eyes flew back up to his.

"I'm not ashamed," she told them, but her voice wasn't super steady. Goten had his arms folded around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder, just quietly offering his support by holding her.

"Then why do you stammer and blush whenever we tell you we want you?" Trunks asked her, tilting his head slightly. "You were doing so good a few minutes ago…"

Marron tipped her head forward, letting her tangled hair cover her embarrassment. She had always been this way; bold when the moment swept her away, and self-conscious when it didn't. "I'm sorry…" she whispered.

"Don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry…" Goten said immediately. Brushing her hair back from her face so he could see her profile as he leaned over her shoulder, reaching around to turn her head back toward his when she would hide her face from him. "Stop thinking about your father, or what those idiots in this hotel think. This is ours, this belongs to us…what they think doesn't matter." Goten told her. Marron closed her eyes at the mention of her father, making Trunks' eyebrows lower slightly. He'd have to remember to ask Chibi what that was about. Goten had turned Marron's face most of the way to his, his lips on her cheek near the corner of her mouth and Trunks couldn't resist. He leaned forward; putting his lips between theirs so all it took was small left to right motions of his face to be kissing them both.

"Nothing else matters," Trunks echoed quietly after he'd tasted them both. "Nothing but the three of us."

"Even if I'm not a Saiyan too?" Marron asked softly. Goten hugged her tightly, lowering his head to her shoulder again. Trunks smiled at Marron, looking so small in Goten's embrace.

"We love you for who you are, Marron." Goten told her. "Don't we, Trunks?" Trunks touched Marron's cheek gently.

"Always have."

Marron's audible sigh of relief was almost comical to Trunks as she sagged in Goten's embrace. The tension releasing from her small frame, he just wished that Goten would move his arms so he could see her body. As if he knew what the other man was thinking Goten adjusted his arms, sliding his under hers to cradle her breasts in his palms again.

"O-okay…I'll try not to be…so embarrassed by…things." Marron said, and then to make her point, slowly let her eyes roam over Trunks' body. Trunks leaned back on his hands and watched her, as she looked him over, her blue eyes bright as she studied him. She stared longest at his cock of course, that part of him - and Goten - that she'd only ever looked at in brief stolen glances or because it was in close proximity to her face. She'd never bothered to just…look.

"Do you want to touch him?" Goten whispered in her ear. "Or want me to touch you? Or maybe watch me touching him? Don't be afraid to tell us what you want." Goten purred. Marron blushed again.

"You guys make it really hard to think…" she complained. Trunks smirked.

"If you're thinking, then we aren't doing our jobs right," Trunks quipped, then as Marron watched Trunks took one hand and rested it casually on his sternum before sliding it slowly down over his washboard stomach. Trunks smirked at the two pairs of eyes - one blue, and one black - that avidly watched him touch himself. Goten and Marron exhaled at the same time as Trunks wrapped his hand around his erection, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Despite all their talk it was still up to him to get things moving, otherwise they'd sit here naked all night and listen to the rain. Not that cuddling and watching the storm didn't have its merits, but he'd much rather get laid.

He lay back on the bed, his legs still entwined with theirs. Folding his free arm behind his head, he lazily began to stroke himself, watching and waiting for Marron to work up the guts to act. He knew that Goten wouldn't make any move that would cut Marron out of the direct action, having made too much of a deal about how this had to be Marron's show to run to back out of it now. His blue eyes were half open as he looked at Marron, watching Goten fondle her breasts and kiss her neck, but he was pleased to note that her eyes never left his body. He slid his hand farther down, like he would cup his scrotum and Marron's breath caught as he purposefully brushed the backs of his fingers over her curls, their lower bodies still in close proximity.

Marron closed her eyes, leaning back against Goten as Trunks teased her with his fingers. His touch feather light and slow, unlike his usual aggressive and demanding touch. Goten lightened his touch on her breasts, gently plucking at her nipples until they stiffened, and she moaned.

"That feels…so good," she murmured, her cheeks still pink. Trunks' eyes narrowed predatorily and he sat up swiftly, slipping his middle finger into Marron's wet sheath to rub her g-spot. Her mouth fell open and she tipped her head back, tilting her hips unconsciously to encourage him deeper within her. Her eyelashes feathered across her cheeks and Trunks could see her eyes moving under her closed lids. Her breath coming faster as she panted in little mews.

Leaning closer, Trunks scraped his teeth gently over the exposed skin of her throat, up to the underside of her chin, making her shiver between them. He was tempted to work his way over to where Goten was sucking gently at her neck. Wanting to nudge Goten's head up to kiss the dark haired man deeply, knowing already that Goten's mouth would taste like Marron's skin. He could feel Marron's hands, whisper light on his shoulders as she steadied herself, trying to maintain equal distance between them. With a sound of impatience, Trunks tore his mouth from her throat and put his mouth near her ear, the one opposite of Goten, even as he forced himself to remain gentle while he stroked her intimately with his fingers.

"If I make you come like this…" he rasped, "if I get you off and Goten and I have our fun…then it's just like any other day. Is that what you want?" Trunks asked her, making a heroic effort to not just lift her onto his cock and screw her while she was wedged between them. Her eyes were glazed as she opened them, lowering her head to see him. Her lips parted, the tip of her pink tongue visible between her teeth, driving him crazy. She was the only female to inflame his lust this way; the only other person who could drive him to such a state was Goten. Usually even quicker than she could.

"No," she whispered, "I…I…" she stammered. Goten lifted his head to watch them and the slow burning lust in the darker haired man's eyes nearly undid him, the two of them would be the death of him, he just knew it.

"Tell me what you want, then…" Trunks pleaded, his lips against the corner of her mouth. "Don't make me guess…"

Her cheeks turned so red that for a moment Trunks wasn't sure her head wouldn't explode. As always, Goten was right there to soothe her, kissing her cheek softly and cradling her small form against him. Trunks was starting to think he was taking this connection bullshit too seriously.

"It's okay, Marron…" Goten urged. "We're not going to force you into anything you don't want to do."

Unable to stand it, Trunks removed his fingers from her sheath and held her hips, trying to tilt her to facilitate his entry, the head of his cock nudging at her insistently. He wanted to lift her onto his lap, but Goten's arms around her kept her prisoner against him.

"I want to be inside you, so bad…" Trunks groaned against her cheek, his patience wearing thinner by the minute. "Tell me that you want me inside you too, baby," he demanded, and then kissed her before she could answer. Trunks felt a hand wrap itself around his throbbing erection and squeeze gently…Goten…trying to calm him down. To pull him back from the edge of acting selfishly.

"I want you, Trunks…" Marron whispered hoarsely, "but…"

"'But' what?" Trunks asked sharply, his eyes narrowing. Goten squeezed him again gently, tempering his tone. Marron's eyes cut to the side as she glanced over her shoulder at Goten. A lazy half smile was pasted on Goten's lips and he slid his hands down her torso to her belly, pulling her lower body farther into the cradle of his spread legs.

"But you want me instead?" Goten purred in her ear, his voice a low husky growl that made her belly flip flop and her cheeks grow even hotter. She needed air, even though there was a storm outside, someone needed to open a window.

"It's hot in here," Marron murmured, flapping a hand in front of her face and swallowing convulsively. Trunks caught her chin in his fingers, holding her face steady when she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"It's gonna get a whole lot hotter," Trunks promised, his eyes gleaming. "Don't leave us hanging, Marron, by changing the subject…which one of us do you want?" Trunks asked.

Marron bit her lower lip softly, mortified beyond belief. She stole glances at Trunks' beautiful body, highlighted in white and blue by the lightning flashes outside, and she didn't need to see Goten's to know that it was equally perfect, perhaps even a shade more so since he was taller. His long lean frame was a perfect example of masculinity. How could she ever choose between two such gorgeous men, how could any woman?

Goten's hand slipped lower from her belly to cup her sex in his palm as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His middle finger subtly insinuated itself between her nether lips to rub her core. She bit her lip again, closing her eyes. One thing was for certain; even blindfolded she would never be able to confuse Goten's touch with Trunks'. Where Trunks demanded response, Goten coaxed it. Goten snuck up on her, while Trunks was a steamroller. And she loved it both ways.

Trunks' mouth was hot on hers as he held the back of her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. His tongue flicking against her teeth and stroking the insides of her mouth in a way that made her melt. Goten's finger still lazily rubbed her clit in slow sensuous circles. Her fingers dug into Trunks' thighs just above his knees, her legs thrown over his giving her no leverage to grind her hips into Goten's fingers like she wanted. She wanted to urge him on, to dip into her well and scratch the itch she could feel building inside of her. But wedged between their bodies she could only wiggle helplessly as Goten teased her, and Trunks took command of her senses.

She dropped her head back panting when Trunks let her up for air, nibbling at her jaw and running his fingers lightly up and down her neck (forcing Goten to relinquish his spot she barely noticed) in a way that made chills run up and down her spine and her nipples to harden painfully. It had been a long time since Trunks had touched her that way, she'd thought he'd forgotten that her neck was one of her most erogenous zones, and that a light touch could reduce her to a quivering, pleading mess.

"Which one, Marron?" Trunks whispered sensually as he held the slender column of her neck between his palms. Brushing his lips over her face softly. "Which one of us do you want to fuck you?" he asked finally, his mouth almost touching hers. She could feel them both waiting for her answer, neither seeming to breathe or move. Goten's caresses stilled and Trunks just held her there, his mouth against the corner of hers. Be brave, she told herself.

"B-both," she squeaked out.

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