Disclaimer: This is your standard disclaimer.
Arieslily17: I own nothing, that is until I win the lottery and can then buy the rights to everything.
Phoenix Lily Firestorm: Or until they let me use all of my powers. Then I could just...
Arieslily17: Nix! Not now!
DBZ is the property of Akira Toriyama and Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi. I don't own anything else that might make an appearance either.
Dedication: For SVZ, DTN, Ab, and Chaos-chan, for making several requests that I write more.
Note: Check out my other story, Thank You. It's apparently quite good. Feel free to review that one, and this one too!
Meditations
The dawn finds me already up and waiting. I've been awake since 4 AM meditating.
I've had quite a lot on my mind lately. With Senshi business constantly calling, and visions of enemies dancing in my mind, it's a wonder that I ever have a moment's peace. But that's not all that has been bothering me recently. I've become surprisingly at ease with pushing aside the nasty visions of the future. No, today I'm reflecting on a much larger problem. One that has eluded me for ages, until now. One that I never thought would be a problem again.
Boys.
Now, one would think that for a teenage girl, boys would be a welcome distraction. And I'm not saying that they aren't. I just didn't think they would be distracting ME. I mean, after that disaster with Kaido, I swore off serious thoughts about men forever. I was doing a very good job at it too, until I met HIM.
Who is he? He is perfection personified. Flawless hair, rippling muscles, and unmatched skills in just about everything from fighting to wits. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes that show me his soul. And what a beautiful soul it is. He is sadness, the tragic hero, a great warrior, and unending hope all rolled into one. He is my undoing. In such a brief moment in time, he has managed to break down all of my strongest resolves at least enough so that thoughts of him could escape through.
So what's the problem? I've found someone who understands me. He lives a life like mine, with friends like mine, and a destiny somewhat like mine. Only his call to fight must be more like with great power comes great responsibility, and his is to protect the world from evil, not protect a princess and the earth in the process. Like I said, perfection. Only it's not. I want to give in to myself, and just let myself think of him. But I can't. I can't be hurt like that again. I almost died when Kaido married that other woman. If I let myself start thinking of Trunks that way...Now I've done it. I've let myself admit his name. He is real now, and I can't get away.
Trunks Briefs. My current distraction.
We met by chance. A few seconds either way and I might not be having this dilemma. I was on my way out to go transform and meet the others at a battle, when he wandered up the steps of the temple. And right into me. Funny, I was distracted then, too. Not by a topic that was anywhere as nearly as pleasant though. After apologizing profusely, we exchanged names. I was, for some unexplainable reason, compelled to talk to him, when no other man since Kaido had captured my true attention. Right away I knew I was in trouble.
Since then, he's stopped by more and more often. It's getting to be almost everyday now. He always comes with questions and comments on anything and everything. I really enjoy talking to him, which kind of scares me. I don't want to give in to something that can never be. Such is the life of a senshi.
I'm not sure the others realize it yet. If they realize that Serenity is probably the only one of us who will ever be able to fall totally in love and be with him forever. Our lives are too violent. A normal mortal wouldn't survive too long. Certainly not as long as forever. Of course, Trunks is no ordinary mortal. I could feel that the moment he bumped into me. His aura and power felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I keep seeing flashes of giant monkeys whenever he's near too. I'm not sure yet what it means, but I know he'll tell me when he feels I'm ready to know. I know he's some kind of warrior though, and that he's seen horrors that rival the carnage I've seen. I see it in his eyes every time I look into them.
Of course, he's not the only one with a secret. I think he knows about mine too. Not anything specific, I don't think, just that I'm more than I appear.
How do you tell someone a secret like mine? I don't believe this. I've barely let myself start thinking about him, and now I'm wondering how to tell him about my other life? This is getting too dangerous already. It has to stop.
Then why don't I want it to?
Maybe it's because I know, deep down, that this could be a chance at a moment of happiness I never thought I would get. Or maybe I'm just desperate to relieve the loneliness for a while...
This is getting me nowhere. I'm not clearing my mind, only compounding things more. Maybe I should leave these thoughts for tomorrow morning, and truly start my day. The sunshine is, after all, waiting for me and chores are calling. And I'm sure the object of my distraction will be stopping in any time now too. Yes, I think that these thoughts need to be left for another time, when everything isn't so muddled and I can think clearly again, whenever that may be...
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Arieslily17: So, what did we all think?
Phoenix: Yeah, tell us what you think! And go read Thank You, too.
Arieslily17: Nix, just because the Kevin Smith character selector chose God for you, that does not mean you can order everyone around.
Phoenix: It just proves what we've always known. I am a goddess. Therefore, people should listen to me. Besides, we want them to review, right?
Arieslily17: She does have a point. Please review!
Arieslily17: I own nothing, that is until I win the lottery and can then buy the rights to everything.
Phoenix Lily Firestorm: Or until they let me use all of my powers. Then I could just...
Arieslily17: Nix! Not now!
DBZ is the property of Akira Toriyama and Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi. I don't own anything else that might make an appearance either.
Dedication: For SVZ, DTN, Ab, and Chaos-chan, for making several requests that I write more.
Note: Check out my other story, Thank You. It's apparently quite good. Feel free to review that one, and this one too!
Meditations
The dawn finds me already up and waiting. I've been awake since 4 AM meditating.
I've had quite a lot on my mind lately. With Senshi business constantly calling, and visions of enemies dancing in my mind, it's a wonder that I ever have a moment's peace. But that's not all that has been bothering me recently. I've become surprisingly at ease with pushing aside the nasty visions of the future. No, today I'm reflecting on a much larger problem. One that has eluded me for ages, until now. One that I never thought would be a problem again.
Boys.
Now, one would think that for a teenage girl, boys would be a welcome distraction. And I'm not saying that they aren't. I just didn't think they would be distracting ME. I mean, after that disaster with Kaido, I swore off serious thoughts about men forever. I was doing a very good job at it too, until I met HIM.
Who is he? He is perfection personified. Flawless hair, rippling muscles, and unmatched skills in just about everything from fighting to wits. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes that show me his soul. And what a beautiful soul it is. He is sadness, the tragic hero, a great warrior, and unending hope all rolled into one. He is my undoing. In such a brief moment in time, he has managed to break down all of my strongest resolves at least enough so that thoughts of him could escape through.
So what's the problem? I've found someone who understands me. He lives a life like mine, with friends like mine, and a destiny somewhat like mine. Only his call to fight must be more like with great power comes great responsibility, and his is to protect the world from evil, not protect a princess and the earth in the process. Like I said, perfection. Only it's not. I want to give in to myself, and just let myself think of him. But I can't. I can't be hurt like that again. I almost died when Kaido married that other woman. If I let myself start thinking of Trunks that way...Now I've done it. I've let myself admit his name. He is real now, and I can't get away.
Trunks Briefs. My current distraction.
We met by chance. A few seconds either way and I might not be having this dilemma. I was on my way out to go transform and meet the others at a battle, when he wandered up the steps of the temple. And right into me. Funny, I was distracted then, too. Not by a topic that was anywhere as nearly as pleasant though. After apologizing profusely, we exchanged names. I was, for some unexplainable reason, compelled to talk to him, when no other man since Kaido had captured my true attention. Right away I knew I was in trouble.
Since then, he's stopped by more and more often. It's getting to be almost everyday now. He always comes with questions and comments on anything and everything. I really enjoy talking to him, which kind of scares me. I don't want to give in to something that can never be. Such is the life of a senshi.
I'm not sure the others realize it yet. If they realize that Serenity is probably the only one of us who will ever be able to fall totally in love and be with him forever. Our lives are too violent. A normal mortal wouldn't survive too long. Certainly not as long as forever. Of course, Trunks is no ordinary mortal. I could feel that the moment he bumped into me. His aura and power felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I keep seeing flashes of giant monkeys whenever he's near too. I'm not sure yet what it means, but I know he'll tell me when he feels I'm ready to know. I know he's some kind of warrior though, and that he's seen horrors that rival the carnage I've seen. I see it in his eyes every time I look into them.
Of course, he's not the only one with a secret. I think he knows about mine too. Not anything specific, I don't think, just that I'm more than I appear.
How do you tell someone a secret like mine? I don't believe this. I've barely let myself start thinking about him, and now I'm wondering how to tell him about my other life? This is getting too dangerous already. It has to stop.
Then why don't I want it to?
Maybe it's because I know, deep down, that this could be a chance at a moment of happiness I never thought I would get. Or maybe I'm just desperate to relieve the loneliness for a while...
This is getting me nowhere. I'm not clearing my mind, only compounding things more. Maybe I should leave these thoughts for tomorrow morning, and truly start my day. The sunshine is, after all, waiting for me and chores are calling. And I'm sure the object of my distraction will be stopping in any time now too. Yes, I think that these thoughts need to be left for another time, when everything isn't so muddled and I can think clearly again, whenever that may be...
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Arieslily17: So, what did we all think?
Phoenix: Yeah, tell us what you think! And go read Thank You, too.
Arieslily17: Nix, just because the Kevin Smith character selector chose God for you, that does not mean you can order everyone around.
Phoenix: It just proves what we've always known. I am a goddess. Therefore, people should listen to me. Besides, we want them to review, right?
Arieslily17: She does have a point. Please review!
