"Bittersweet Symphony"
Chapter One
Cured?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters in it. Or this movie.. Sucks to be me.
Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own.
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People say that love is a dangerous game. Whether all's fair in love and war, I know not. But in this tale, love and war strike among the hearts of the young, causing happiness, and grief.
Deep blue eyes pierced the ceiling as a young man lay upon a forest green armchair, deep in thought. The woman staring at the young man sighed.
"Trunks, we have been at your problem now for about 4 months, and no progress what-so-ever! What are we going to do?" she rolled her eyes. Trunks sat up sharply and glared at her.
"Dr. Pareathe, I cannot help but do what I do! It is what I do best, and there is no stopping me. I seem to like it," Trunks spat. "It keeps me alive." The doctor sighed again.
"Just try to be more like the other kids at school," she reckoned. Trunks stood up, and started pacing.
"I cannot be like the other kids at school. I don't give a shit about any of this school spirit crap, or 'reports on society.' Teachers cannot teach either. I mean, hell, if they are so fucking smart, why do they have the books telling them all the answers. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore, except women, like yourself. I mean, when a male likes a female, they pursue her. Then she gives in and is conquered. Then move onto your next target. It is so... exhilarating." Trunks explained. Dr. Pareathe shrugged.
"So is that why you have the ultimately worst reputation in school?" Trunks nodded. "Well, then, you want to change that, right?" She suggested. He shrugged, sitting back down on the armchair. Dr. Pareathe looked at her watch. "Well, we are out of time."
"Same time next week?" Trunks asked. Dr. Pareathe shook her head.
"No sorry, Trunks. This was our last session," she explained. Trunks frowned.
"Why does it have to be our last one? I love to spend time with you. I really do. You have such a gorgeous body. I would love to photograph you." Trunks stated. Dr. Pareathe blushed.
"We are going to keep this on a professional level Trunks. Your father pays me to make sure you are kept in close watch," she stated. Trunks got up, and walked towards her mahogany desk. He picked up a picture of a young woman with light brown hair, and sea-gray colored eyes.
"And who might this be?" he asked. The doctor snatched the frame out of his hands, and set it back down on her desk.
"That is my daughter, Heather."
"She seems," he paused. "Nice."
"She is a wonderful girl. Straight A student and very moral conscious. She will be attending Harvard next fall," Pareathe glared at him. "She is too good for you, if that is what you are going for." Trunks looked at her innocently.
"Want to bet?"
"No, now please leave, I have some business to attend to. Good bye, Mr. Briefs," Dr. Pareathe points to the door. Trunks smirked and put on his glasses.
"Au Revoir, Madam Pareathe," and with that, Trunks left the room. Pareathe sighed, and sat down behind her mahogany desk.
"Damn, I forgot to call Heather back," she thought aloud, as she picked up the phone, and dialed her daughter's number. A weary, "Hello?" answered her call.
"Hello dear, and how are you?" Pareathe rested her legs on top of her desk.
"M.. Mom?" a small voice answered back.
"Well of course sweetheart!" she sighed. "What ever is the matter?"
"He.. He told me that he loved me!" Heather cried. "And I believed him! I'm so stupid! I should have never listened to that bastard!"
"Alright honey, just calm down, blow your nose, and take a deep breath. Things will be okay."
"Jeez Mom! Stop with the bull shit!! There are pictures of me on the front page of your god damn newsletter!"
"Well of course baby, you are my daughter. Remember the exclusive interview with Harvey Dag-"
"NUDE PICTURES MOM! ON EVERY COPY!"
"Wha-? How could you be so stupid in taking those sort of pictures!"
"I don't know! I tried to figure that out, and I just, I couldn't. He was just so handsome and charming! He told me I had a gorgeous body, and how he would love to photograph me. Then I guess things just got out of hand from there," Heather sniffed, and rubbed her red eyes. "Mom? MOM?? MOTHER?!"
~~~~
Pareathe bolted out of her office, screaming profanities. She spotted Trunks, and pushed people out of her way, to get to him, knocking hot cups of coffee everywhere.
"You little bastard!" she screamed, as Trunks stepped into an elevator. "I'm going to get you for this, you little shit!" Trunks smirked and blew her a kiss, as the doors to the elevator shut.
~~~~ Ah... Thats a day in the life of Trunks.. SO FAR!! Haha.. E-mail me and tell me what you think!! legolasluverchick@yahoo.com or review.. You know.. Whichever one is easier.. Cuz I'd like some input you know.. It'd be nice.
P.S. Sorry your a psycho bitch Pareathe. I still love you!! =P
Chapter One
Cured?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters in it. Or this movie.. Sucks to be me.
Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own.
Read and Review Dumb Shits!
People say that love is a dangerous game. Whether all's fair in love and war, I know not. But in this tale, love and war strike among the hearts of the young, causing happiness, and grief.
Deep blue eyes pierced the ceiling as a young man lay upon a forest green armchair, deep in thought. The woman staring at the young man sighed.
"Trunks, we have been at your problem now for about 4 months, and no progress what-so-ever! What are we going to do?" she rolled her eyes. Trunks sat up sharply and glared at her.
"Dr. Pareathe, I cannot help but do what I do! It is what I do best, and there is no stopping me. I seem to like it," Trunks spat. "It keeps me alive." The doctor sighed again.
"Just try to be more like the other kids at school," she reckoned. Trunks stood up, and started pacing.
"I cannot be like the other kids at school. I don't give a shit about any of this school spirit crap, or 'reports on society.' Teachers cannot teach either. I mean, hell, if they are so fucking smart, why do they have the books telling them all the answers. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore, except women, like yourself. I mean, when a male likes a female, they pursue her. Then she gives in and is conquered. Then move onto your next target. It is so... exhilarating." Trunks explained. Dr. Pareathe shrugged.
"So is that why you have the ultimately worst reputation in school?" Trunks nodded. "Well, then, you want to change that, right?" She suggested. He shrugged, sitting back down on the armchair. Dr. Pareathe looked at her watch. "Well, we are out of time."
"Same time next week?" Trunks asked. Dr. Pareathe shook her head.
"No sorry, Trunks. This was our last session," she explained. Trunks frowned.
"Why does it have to be our last one? I love to spend time with you. I really do. You have such a gorgeous body. I would love to photograph you." Trunks stated. Dr. Pareathe blushed.
"We are going to keep this on a professional level Trunks. Your father pays me to make sure you are kept in close watch," she stated. Trunks got up, and walked towards her mahogany desk. He picked up a picture of a young woman with light brown hair, and sea-gray colored eyes.
"And who might this be?" he asked. The doctor snatched the frame out of his hands, and set it back down on her desk.
"That is my daughter, Heather."
"She seems," he paused. "Nice."
"She is a wonderful girl. Straight A student and very moral conscious. She will be attending Harvard next fall," Pareathe glared at him. "She is too good for you, if that is what you are going for." Trunks looked at her innocently.
"Want to bet?"
"No, now please leave, I have some business to attend to. Good bye, Mr. Briefs," Dr. Pareathe points to the door. Trunks smirked and put on his glasses.
"Au Revoir, Madam Pareathe," and with that, Trunks left the room. Pareathe sighed, and sat down behind her mahogany desk.
"Damn, I forgot to call Heather back," she thought aloud, as she picked up the phone, and dialed her daughter's number. A weary, "Hello?" answered her call.
"Hello dear, and how are you?" Pareathe rested her legs on top of her desk.
"M.. Mom?" a small voice answered back.
"Well of course sweetheart!" she sighed. "What ever is the matter?"
"He.. He told me that he loved me!" Heather cried. "And I believed him! I'm so stupid! I should have never listened to that bastard!"
"Alright honey, just calm down, blow your nose, and take a deep breath. Things will be okay."
"Jeez Mom! Stop with the bull shit!! There are pictures of me on the front page of your god damn newsletter!"
"Well of course baby, you are my daughter. Remember the exclusive interview with Harvey Dag-"
"NUDE PICTURES MOM! ON EVERY COPY!"
"Wha-? How could you be so stupid in taking those sort of pictures!"
"I don't know! I tried to figure that out, and I just, I couldn't. He was just so handsome and charming! He told me I had a gorgeous body, and how he would love to photograph me. Then I guess things just got out of hand from there," Heather sniffed, and rubbed her red eyes. "Mom? MOM?? MOTHER?!"
~~~~
Pareathe bolted out of her office, screaming profanities. She spotted Trunks, and pushed people out of her way, to get to him, knocking hot cups of coffee everywhere.
"You little bastard!" she screamed, as Trunks stepped into an elevator. "I'm going to get you for this, you little shit!" Trunks smirked and blew her a kiss, as the doors to the elevator shut.
~~~~ Ah... Thats a day in the life of Trunks.. SO FAR!! Haha.. E-mail me and tell me what you think!! legolasluverchick@yahoo.com or review.. You know.. Whichever one is easier.. Cuz I'd like some input you know.. It'd be nice.
P.S. Sorry your a psycho bitch Pareathe. I still love you!! =P