Yeah… this is an idea I had from a while ago…
1 More than That
1.1 March 26
Well, Diary, welcome to my world. You are now the only one I'll confide in. No one in the miserable world is going to keep my secrets. No chance. I'm never going to trust anyone ever again, not after the entire world betrayed me. Not that that really bothers me. It's my goddamned brother that bothers me! He's so arrogant, thinks he's the prince of the world, a complete asshole! Just like my father. The only real difference between the two is their hair. Oh, that hair, how I hate my brother's hair. He inherited my mother's silky locks. Well, I did too, but his is softer, shinier. I hate the way he flips those disgustingly beautiful locks of lavender, as those curses and insults directed at me come streaming out of those soft lips. Sometimes I forget to listen, I'm too busy staring. Why did my jackass of a brother get the good looks in the family?? Kami, he's a beautiful little bastard boy and I love to hate him. Oh, Kami, how I love to-
Trunks snatched the small blue diary out of his sister's hand, cackling.
"Ooh, let's see what Buraaaaa is writing now! Let's take a look-see, shall we?"
"Hey! You jerk! Give it back to me right this instant, asshole!" Bra jumped up and reached for her diary. Trunks turned his back as she tried to grab his hand, and opened it to where she was just writing and began to read. As his cerulean eyes scanned the neatly printed paragraph, Trunks began to chuckle. By the time he had finished reading, strong laughs were shaking his hardy, muscular body. Combing his hair behind one ear as if he were his sister, Trunks winked slyly at Bura and struck a sexy pose, saying,
"Oh, that hair, how I hate it!" in a high-pitched voice, pretending he was Bura. "And those lips, so soft and kissable! He's soooo sexy, if he wasn't my brother, I'd-"
Trunks stopped as his sister interrupted.
"I'm sick and tired of you harassing me all the time! Why can't you just leave me alone? All you do is make fun of me! I don't think you have ever said a single nice thing to me in your life! Sometimes I wish I knew how to fight, so maybe I could kick you're a-" Trunks slapped her so hard, she went flying into the wall across the room. Sneering, he turned his back as Bura struggled not to cry.
"Sometimes, Bura, you are such a weakling. I wish you had inherited Dad's strength too, so sometimes I could really beat you, when you really deserve it."
Trunks turned with a sneer coming across his face, and leaned out the door.
"Just a minute, Goten! I'll be out soon! I just had to talk to my bratty sister," Trunks grinned evilly at Bura, who let a small whimper escape her lips. She cowered in fear as her brother advanced and leaned down close to her ear to whisper,
"Dad won't save you either. Mom doesn't believe you. You just can't win, you really can't."
Bura raised her eyes, red from crying, to her open door where Son Goten stood, angelic face creased in concern.
"Bura, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His voice also had a concerned lilt to it. "Do you need someone to take you to the medical wing? I will, if you want." He looked over at Trunks, who nodded.
"Yeah, she slipped and hit the wall, I think she'll be okay." Trunks' voice was laced with fake sympathy. "I bet she could make it by herself, though. She's a big girl, let's get going."
"Nah, I think I'll take her. If she hit her head, she might have trouble getting down there by herself. I'll just be a minute anyway. Go start up the car. We can leave when I get back."
Bura hung limply in her hero-of-the-moment's arms as he ferried her to Capsule Corporation's medical wing. A single tear ran down her cheek.
'Why does he hurt me? Why can't he be sweet and kind, like Goten? He's wonderful to me, I really lo-' Her thoughts stopped and she gasped. Goten glanced down at her, navigating his ways through the many halls.
"Are you okay, Bura? Something wrong?" Bura shook her head no, and went back to thinking.
'Do I love him? But he's like my brother, well, like a kind brother. Maybe… I want more than that. Maybe I need more than a brother. I need someone who loves me, my family doesn't, so maybe that's what I'm looking for.'
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Well… not the greatest story you've ever read, right?? I really didn't want to make Trunks so mean to Bura, I really do love Trunks… but this is kind of relevant to me and my older brother, who thinks it's really funny to hurt me and make fun of me and my parents don't care. But that's beside the point. Please read and review!
1 More than That
1.1 March 26
Well, Diary, welcome to my world. You are now the only one I'll confide in. No one in the miserable world is going to keep my secrets. No chance. I'm never going to trust anyone ever again, not after the entire world betrayed me. Not that that really bothers me. It's my goddamned brother that bothers me! He's so arrogant, thinks he's the prince of the world, a complete asshole! Just like my father. The only real difference between the two is their hair. Oh, that hair, how I hate my brother's hair. He inherited my mother's silky locks. Well, I did too, but his is softer, shinier. I hate the way he flips those disgustingly beautiful locks of lavender, as those curses and insults directed at me come streaming out of those soft lips. Sometimes I forget to listen, I'm too busy staring. Why did my jackass of a brother get the good looks in the family?? Kami, he's a beautiful little bastard boy and I love to hate him. Oh, Kami, how I love to-
Trunks snatched the small blue diary out of his sister's hand, cackling.
"Ooh, let's see what Buraaaaa is writing now! Let's take a look-see, shall we?"
"Hey! You jerk! Give it back to me right this instant, asshole!" Bra jumped up and reached for her diary. Trunks turned his back as she tried to grab his hand, and opened it to where she was just writing and began to read. As his cerulean eyes scanned the neatly printed paragraph, Trunks began to chuckle. By the time he had finished reading, strong laughs were shaking his hardy, muscular body. Combing his hair behind one ear as if he were his sister, Trunks winked slyly at Bura and struck a sexy pose, saying,
"Oh, that hair, how I hate it!" in a high-pitched voice, pretending he was Bura. "And those lips, so soft and kissable! He's soooo sexy, if he wasn't my brother, I'd-"
Trunks stopped as his sister interrupted.
"I'm sick and tired of you harassing me all the time! Why can't you just leave me alone? All you do is make fun of me! I don't think you have ever said a single nice thing to me in your life! Sometimes I wish I knew how to fight, so maybe I could kick you're a-" Trunks slapped her so hard, she went flying into the wall across the room. Sneering, he turned his back as Bura struggled not to cry.
"Sometimes, Bura, you are such a weakling. I wish you had inherited Dad's strength too, so sometimes I could really beat you, when you really deserve it."
Trunks turned with a sneer coming across his face, and leaned out the door.
"Just a minute, Goten! I'll be out soon! I just had to talk to my bratty sister," Trunks grinned evilly at Bura, who let a small whimper escape her lips. She cowered in fear as her brother advanced and leaned down close to her ear to whisper,
"Dad won't save you either. Mom doesn't believe you. You just can't win, you really can't."
Bura raised her eyes, red from crying, to her open door where Son Goten stood, angelic face creased in concern.
"Bura, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His voice also had a concerned lilt to it. "Do you need someone to take you to the medical wing? I will, if you want." He looked over at Trunks, who nodded.
"Yeah, she slipped and hit the wall, I think she'll be okay." Trunks' voice was laced with fake sympathy. "I bet she could make it by herself, though. She's a big girl, let's get going."
"Nah, I think I'll take her. If she hit her head, she might have trouble getting down there by herself. I'll just be a minute anyway. Go start up the car. We can leave when I get back."
Bura hung limply in her hero-of-the-moment's arms as he ferried her to Capsule Corporation's medical wing. A single tear ran down her cheek.
'Why does he hurt me? Why can't he be sweet and kind, like Goten? He's wonderful to me, I really lo-' Her thoughts stopped and she gasped. Goten glanced down at her, navigating his ways through the many halls.
"Are you okay, Bura? Something wrong?" Bura shook her head no, and went back to thinking.
'Do I love him? But he's like my brother, well, like a kind brother. Maybe… I want more than that. Maybe I need more than a brother. I need someone who loves me, my family doesn't, so maybe that's what I'm looking for.'
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Well… not the greatest story you've ever read, right?? I really didn't want to make Trunks so mean to Bura, I really do love Trunks… but this is kind of relevant to me and my older brother, who thinks it's really funny to hurt me and make fun of me and my parents don't care. But that's beside the point. Please read and review!