Out Of The Loop
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Disclaimer: In disagreement with the current rumors, I do NOT own DBZ.
Author's Note: A short story on a whim (Is there not a more dangerous concoction?). Typical "grass is greener
on the other side" story of everyone (or a certain someone) wanting to be someone (or anyone) else. Sorry if this
offends anyone, but it's logical that Marron would tend to feel excluded. I just dramatized it a bit.
Expect a sequel of sorts (This may be a good or bad thing, depending on your preference…).
Structured criticism is welcomed. Sorry for any grammatical errors.
Summary: POV/Marron. We never are what we want to be and, in a moment of loneliness and depression,
Marron's true feelings are expressed to no one in particular.
Rating: PG
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So here I sit alone in my room, alone being the key word. I mean, it's typical. I knew it all along. I'm no one special.
No super powers. No incredible strength. No genius. Just the blonde girl. Just plain old, boring, do-nothing,
taking up valuable oxygen Marron.
Let's review, shall we? Here we have the four offspring of the Z fighters: Goten, Trunks, Bra, and Pan.
The obvious difference between them and me is the Saiya-jin blood. They are all part alien. What am I? Just a
human, nothing special or unique about that, now is there? There's only billions more of my kind, while they're the
last of theirs. Reminds me of a rare, exotic species. I'm not rare or exotic. I'm not like them.
See, the point I'm trying to get across here is that no matter how "close" we are or seem to be, there are always going to be these
major differences. Yes, we are friends. We hang out. We love each other, and we always will. But it's like they are
in some elite club that I can't get into. They have something I'll never understand or be able to experience.
They all have a special feature that bonds them more closely to one another.
Today Goten, Trunks, and Pan are getting together to help Bra train and, as Pan put it, "…learn to use her unique powers to a fuller capacity", whatever
that's supposed to mean. So because I don't fight, and because I don't share their "unique powers" … I'm alone today.
Yes, there is a part of me that wants to learn how to fight. But what's the point? What's the point of trying to be like them when I know
I could never even REMOTELY compare to their levels. I don't have what they have. It isn't in MY blood.
The result? I love my friends. I love spending time with them. I love their personalities and I love their special abilities.
But I don't love me. I don't love realizing that I'll never be like them. I can't help feeling that I'm nothing
compared to them. I can't stop thinking I'm inferior. There is a major problem here. This problem being that
when I'm around them, no matter how much I love them, I feel like a nobody.