Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters mentioned in this story, or the book/movie that this story revolved around.

*note* Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own. And more notes on the bottom, after the chapter.

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Cerulean blue eyes scowled at the ceiling as a young man rested on a stiff forest green armchair, deep in thought. The doctor stared at the young man's hardness in his face, with sadness in her eyes and sighed.

"Trunks, I have been working on your case for over five months now, and there has been absolutely no progress. Do you have any idea how you want to fix your situation?" she stated with exhaustion in her voice. 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 can't even stop myself. I seem to like it," Trunks spat. "It keeps me alive." The doctor sighed again.

"Can't you just try to be more like other kids at school," she reckoned. Trunks glared at her again and stood up abruptly.

"I cannot be like the other kids at school. It's too boring. Teachers cannot teach either. I mean, hell, if they are so fucking smart, why do they have books telling them all the answers." He sat back down and held his head in his hands. "Nothing is a challenge for me anymore, except women, like yourself. I mean, when a male likes a female, he pursues her. Then she gives in and is conquered. Then you move onto your next target. It is in our nature and it's so... exhilarating." Trunks explained. Dr. Pareathe shrugged.

"So, this is your reasoning as to why you have the ultimately worst reputation in school?" Trunks nodded. "Then why don't you want to change that?" She suggested. Trunks looked away. "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 quite moral conscious. She will be attending Harvard next fall," Pareathe glared at him as if she were reading his thoughts. "She is too good for you, if that is what you are going for." Trunks looked at her innocently.

"Want to bet?"

"No, and for your sake I hope you grow out of this immature betting phase. It's going to get you in some serious trouble one day. 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.

"Are you scared you may lose the bet?" Trunks smiled. Dr. Parethe waved him out of the room. "This was all my pleasure, Doctor Pareathe," Trunks said, stepping out of the room. She sighed and sat down behind her desk.

"Damn, I forgot to call Heather back," she thought aloud, as she picked up the phone and dialed her daughter's number.

"Hello?" a weary voice answered.

"Hello dear and how are you?" Dr. 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 fucking bastard!"

"Alright honey, just calm down, who are you talking about? Things will be okay. Just breathe and explain to me how you're feeling."

"Come on, Mom! Stop with your psycho-babble 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 Dr. Barthol-"

"NUDE PICTURES MOM! ON EVERY COPY!"

"Wha-?" Dr. Pareathe shrieked. "How could you be so stupid in taking those sort of photos!"

"I don't know! He is just so handsome and charming! He told me that I have a gorgeous body and how he would love to photograph me. Then I guess things just got out of hand from there," Heather sniffed. "Mom? MOM? MOTHER?!"

Dr. Pareathe bolted out of her office, screaming profanities. She tracked down 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 stared at her, expressionless, and only smirked when the elevator doors shut. Dr. Pareathe halted at the closed doors and turned around to face her colleagues. Her secretary coughed and looked away, a copy of the newsletter on her desk. Dr. Pareathe grabbed it and gasped. She heard snickering behind her and spun around.

"Fuck off, Hanako." she spat at the girl, and walked into her office, slamming her door shut.

FINALLY Updating/Revamping this story. This has been my baby for so long. My New Year's Resolution is to finally finish this, and all my other stories this year.

And P.S. if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Legolas Luver aka *LL*. Let's get GTM back! HARUKO FOR PRESIDENT! (If you're still out there...)