ALL ALONE
I DON'T OWN DRAGONBALL Z! If I did, Vegeta and Goku would be gay, Piccolo
would be a pimp with Trunks and Goten as his bitches. Tien would have killed Chaoutzu a LONG LONG time ago and Gohan would have told Chi-Chi to
'shut the fuck up' and then become a heroin addict. Anyway...I wrote this story when I was 12 (two years ago) for a English test. Slight differences from the original, in the original people died with guns...not ki blasts and
such. This story kinda depresses me, review and tell me what ya think.
The sun slipped into the horizon. The wind dropped. A stillness soft as tissue paper settled over the hills. He looked over at the graves, his sister; Bra's grave and his 16 year old friend's grave. Anger swept through him when he saw the candles and flowers placed around the graves. The people that had placed them there would have never experienced a loss as great as his. He sat down between the two graves. He ran his fingers over the name etched in the marble. "Sis" he said, "I know you think I'm a loser for coming here everyday and talking to you b—but I miss you"
A tear rolled down his cheek. He bit his lip to stop himself from bawling, he couldn't cry, the press were watching him and there was no way he was giving them the satisfaction of watching the him cry. He wasn't going to show that this was affecting him, not out in public. He sat for a while in silence choking back the sobs that were threatening to come out. Finally he spoke again. "Pan...why'd you have to die, I need you...God. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? What did I do to deserve this?" He heard a camera click. He turned his head and stared at the photographer, whose face was full of sympathy. Trunks couldn't stand that, they didn't know. They hadn't lost everyone. An anger boiled within him. He raised his hand and fired a ki blast.
He smirked. Killing humans was not something he liked, but it angered him to see that they were invading his privacy. They had no right to watch him mourn. They watched his every move. It wasn't fair. The media had lied to the world, saying his father, sister and friend had died because of a gas explosion. It made Trunks searing with rage. It made them look weak. His sister and father and friend had given up their lives to save the planet from a deadly enemy and they didn't even get the praise they deserved.
He had lost the respect from his friends. Gohan, Goten and Videl had turned their backs on him. After all, the attack had been against his father...the girls just happened to be with him at the time. Goten couldn't speak to him. Gohan and Videl blamed he was the son of Vegeta and Vegeta wasn't around to blame. The dragonballs had long ago disappeared and no one knew where the new Namek was situated. They were gone forever.
Trunks looked behind him, at his father's grave next to a small pond. Trunk's sadness swept in him as he felt more and more alone every second. Nothing had ever made him feel so alone in all his life; he wanted to be with them, his whole family. His mother had killed herself after his father did. She had become overwhelmed by the grief. She made the ultimate sacrifice to be with his father. Trunks wanted to the same. He wanted to be with his whole family but his family were all gone now. No one left. He was all alone. He walked over to his parents grave.
He felt the tears well up behind his eyes but he wouldn't cry, not when he knew he' d be with them soon He clutched his father's tombstone, "Dad' he whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be with you and mum in a second" He made a ki ball at the end of his finger and shakily pointed it his head. "Not alone anymore"......:::::::::
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I DON'T OWN DRAGONBALL Z! If I did, Vegeta and Goku would be gay, Piccolo
would be a pimp with Trunks and Goten as his bitches. Tien would have killed Chaoutzu a LONG LONG time ago and Gohan would have told Chi-Chi to
'shut the fuck up' and then become a heroin addict. Anyway...I wrote this story when I was 12 (two years ago) for a English test. Slight differences from the original, in the original people died with guns...not ki blasts and
such. This story kinda depresses me, review and tell me what ya think.
The sun slipped into the horizon. The wind dropped. A stillness soft as tissue paper settled over the hills. He looked over at the graves, his sister; Bra's grave and his 16 year old friend's grave. Anger swept through him when he saw the candles and flowers placed around the graves. The people that had placed them there would have never experienced a loss as great as his. He sat down between the two graves. He ran his fingers over the name etched in the marble. "Sis" he said, "I know you think I'm a loser for coming here everyday and talking to you b—but I miss you"
A tear rolled down his cheek. He bit his lip to stop himself from bawling, he couldn't cry, the press were watching him and there was no way he was giving them the satisfaction of watching the him cry. He wasn't going to show that this was affecting him, not out in public. He sat for a while in silence choking back the sobs that were threatening to come out. Finally he spoke again. "Pan...why'd you have to die, I need you...God. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? What did I do to deserve this?" He heard a camera click. He turned his head and stared at the photographer, whose face was full of sympathy. Trunks couldn't stand that, they didn't know. They hadn't lost everyone. An anger boiled within him. He raised his hand and fired a ki blast.
He smirked. Killing humans was not something he liked, but it angered him to see that they were invading his privacy. They had no right to watch him mourn. They watched his every move. It wasn't fair. The media had lied to the world, saying his father, sister and friend had died because of a gas explosion. It made Trunks searing with rage. It made them look weak. His sister and father and friend had given up their lives to save the planet from a deadly enemy and they didn't even get the praise they deserved.
He had lost the respect from his friends. Gohan, Goten and Videl had turned their backs on him. After all, the attack had been against his father...the girls just happened to be with him at the time. Goten couldn't speak to him. Gohan and Videl blamed he was the son of Vegeta and Vegeta wasn't around to blame. The dragonballs had long ago disappeared and no one knew where the new Namek was situated. They were gone forever.
Trunks looked behind him, at his father's grave next to a small pond. Trunk's sadness swept in him as he felt more and more alone every second. Nothing had ever made him feel so alone in all his life; he wanted to be with them, his whole family. His mother had killed herself after his father did. She had become overwhelmed by the grief. She made the ultimate sacrifice to be with his father. Trunks wanted to the same. He wanted to be with his whole family but his family were all gone now. No one left. He was all alone. He walked over to his parents grave.
He felt the tears well up behind his eyes but he wouldn't cry, not when he knew he' d be with them soon He clutched his father's tombstone, "Dad' he whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be with you and mum in a second" He made a ki ball at the end of his finger and shakily pointed it his head. "Not alone anymore"......:::::::::
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now people...REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!