I played the part of a broken heart upon a shelf
I played that part so lonely and so well
Thought that love belonged to someone else
Not me and you
Yeah, I know that you've been shattered
You been bruised
We both know what it feels like when you lose
But I'd bet my life on a roll of the dice for you
--
[Author's Notes: This came out better than I expected, considering all the writer's block that tends to follow me around. As always, my eternal gratefulness to everyone who's responded, *cries* you're so wonderful ^_^ Anyway, if it's short, that's just how I write I guess.. the "creativity" (if you can call it that) comes and goes.. and that's all I'm going to ramble about now, enjoy! :)]
If That's What It Takes - If That's What It Takes
"That was NOT supposed to happen," Dende muttered under his breath, "I never should have sent Goku to talk to her." Why did everyone have to be so adventurous? An adventure was the last thing he needed now, after he had just finished taking care of the stock market crisis and the global shortage of canned peaches that came before that. What he needed now was a vacation. The stress was really getting to his head, and he was considered one of the more patient Gods around. Humans were much too complicated, and humans with saiya-jin blood? He wasn't even going to go there. For the thousandth time, Dende found himself wondering how life would've been if he had just stayed on Namek. No stock markets there, and no one needed anything but water, no one was stupid enough to go after the dragonballs these days, after hearing about Frieza's death. He longed for home. Being God definitely wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
~ if that's what it takes
"The dragon radar?" Bulma questioned, looking through an old pile of gadgets, "I know it's around here somewhere." Looking around thoughtfully, Bulma suggested, "I think I may have left it in the lab the other day, why don't you wait here while I go get it?" Pan nodded and sank into a leather chair, letting the bright surroundings engulf her. The last time she had been to Capsule Corporation was the day she snuck into Goku and Trunks' spaceship. Looking at everything now, there was peace.. there was calm. No robots zoomed through the halls, circuits overloading.. no stone-faced adults whispered grimly.. there was peace. Only peace.
Scanning her surroundings, a picture on the coffee table caught her gaze. A portrait of a family came into view.. Bulma looking as thoughtful as she always did, Bra smiling brightly, and even Vegeta managed a weak smile. Trunks stood next to his father, reflecting the same troubled look in his eyes, the same mystery. It wasn't hard to tell that they were related, no matter how much each tried to deny it.
Pan found herself lost in thoughts once more.. she had been doing a lot of thinking lately, and her Grandfather's words were not yet forgotten. She had yet to find herself.. to decide who she was going to be.. and though a part of her couldn't even begin to comprehend what that meant.. deeper within, she knew exactly what he meant. She knew exactly what she needed to do. She had always been two people.. two completely different people, chained together to the same soul, the same spirit, each trying desperately to rid itself of the other. Neither had succeeded, yet.
She was Gohan's daughter, intelligent and sweet, a girl who longed to be normal, who longed for peace. And she was Videl's daughter.. rebellious and stubborn, a girl who wanted to be strong, a girl who wanted a taste of adventure.
~ if that's what it takes
Bulma shuffled around in the illuminated laboratory, looking under her papers and digging through piles of rusted parts. "Aha!" She murmured triumphantly, digging one of her oldest creations from the pile. Wiping the dust from the tiny machine, she smiled, memories flooding her mind. Memories of her own adventure with the dragonballs.. memories of a time she could never forget. Sure, Pan was a little bit younger, but to strip anyone of adventure, to Bulma, would always be a crime. Besides, the girl was Gohan's daughter.. protecting herself would never be a problem. Still, something bothered her.. the dark seriousness of the girl's eyes was almost haunting. It was as if she held some dark secret, some urgent mission.. Shrugging it off, Bulma headed back up the stairs, engulfed in her own memories once more.
~ if that's what it takes
The sun pierced his eyes, and instantly, he was awake once more. Groaning, he glanced at his clock, and mentally bashed himself for getting up before noon. It was much too early for any normal person to even function correctly. Standing wearily, he brushed back his hair and dressed, desperately wishing he could go back to sleep. Suddenly, he felt it. Something was wrong, and it felt like he'd just been hit in the head with a brick. Waking up early was never worth it.
Trudging toward the window, a fleeting figure caught his gaze. "Pan?" Squinting, he saw his mother's dragon radar in her grasp, flashing wildly. Confusion dominated as he watched her disappear, what in the world would she need with the dragonballs? Dread flowed through his veins like blood, and he knew instantly that something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. But what?
It was weird how all his worries melted away when she was around, and to some extent, it scared him. He had finally found what he'd been looking for all his life.. and it had always been right under his nose. Always. But she wasn't his yet.. would she ever be? It was weird how in only moments, he knew what his heart had known since the day he was born, and in moments, he could lose it all. But she'd see.. he'd make her see. "If that's what it takes, I'll do it," he whispered to himself, "I swear.."
If his father ever knew how he was slowly breaking, he would never live it down. A saiya-jin, afraid his heart would break? Laughable. And had it been happening to Goten, he would've laughed. Hard. But it wasn't. And more than anything, he wished it was.
--
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna prove it to you
Do I have to break down, baby, just to break through
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
If that's what it takes..
I played that part so lonely and so well
Thought that love belonged to someone else
Not me and you
Yeah, I know that you've been shattered
You been bruised
We both know what it feels like when you lose
But I'd bet my life on a roll of the dice for you
--
[Author's Notes: This came out better than I expected, considering all the writer's block that tends to follow me around. As always, my eternal gratefulness to everyone who's responded, *cries* you're so wonderful ^_^ Anyway, if it's short, that's just how I write I guess.. the "creativity" (if you can call it that) comes and goes.. and that's all I'm going to ramble about now, enjoy! :)]
If That's What It Takes - If That's What It Takes
"That was NOT supposed to happen," Dende muttered under his breath, "I never should have sent Goku to talk to her." Why did everyone have to be so adventurous? An adventure was the last thing he needed now, after he had just finished taking care of the stock market crisis and the global shortage of canned peaches that came before that. What he needed now was a vacation. The stress was really getting to his head, and he was considered one of the more patient Gods around. Humans were much too complicated, and humans with saiya-jin blood? He wasn't even going to go there. For the thousandth time, Dende found himself wondering how life would've been if he had just stayed on Namek. No stock markets there, and no one needed anything but water, no one was stupid enough to go after the dragonballs these days, after hearing about Frieza's death. He longed for home. Being God definitely wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
~ if that's what it takes
"The dragon radar?" Bulma questioned, looking through an old pile of gadgets, "I know it's around here somewhere." Looking around thoughtfully, Bulma suggested, "I think I may have left it in the lab the other day, why don't you wait here while I go get it?" Pan nodded and sank into a leather chair, letting the bright surroundings engulf her. The last time she had been to Capsule Corporation was the day she snuck into Goku and Trunks' spaceship. Looking at everything now, there was peace.. there was calm. No robots zoomed through the halls, circuits overloading.. no stone-faced adults whispered grimly.. there was peace. Only peace.
Scanning her surroundings, a picture on the coffee table caught her gaze. A portrait of a family came into view.. Bulma looking as thoughtful as she always did, Bra smiling brightly, and even Vegeta managed a weak smile. Trunks stood next to his father, reflecting the same troubled look in his eyes, the same mystery. It wasn't hard to tell that they were related, no matter how much each tried to deny it.
Pan found herself lost in thoughts once more.. she had been doing a lot of thinking lately, and her Grandfather's words were not yet forgotten. She had yet to find herself.. to decide who she was going to be.. and though a part of her couldn't even begin to comprehend what that meant.. deeper within, she knew exactly what he meant. She knew exactly what she needed to do. She had always been two people.. two completely different people, chained together to the same soul, the same spirit, each trying desperately to rid itself of the other. Neither had succeeded, yet.
She was Gohan's daughter, intelligent and sweet, a girl who longed to be normal, who longed for peace. And she was Videl's daughter.. rebellious and stubborn, a girl who wanted to be strong, a girl who wanted a taste of adventure.
~ if that's what it takes
Bulma shuffled around in the illuminated laboratory, looking under her papers and digging through piles of rusted parts. "Aha!" She murmured triumphantly, digging one of her oldest creations from the pile. Wiping the dust from the tiny machine, she smiled, memories flooding her mind. Memories of her own adventure with the dragonballs.. memories of a time she could never forget. Sure, Pan was a little bit younger, but to strip anyone of adventure, to Bulma, would always be a crime. Besides, the girl was Gohan's daughter.. protecting herself would never be a problem. Still, something bothered her.. the dark seriousness of the girl's eyes was almost haunting. It was as if she held some dark secret, some urgent mission.. Shrugging it off, Bulma headed back up the stairs, engulfed in her own memories once more.
~ if that's what it takes
The sun pierced his eyes, and instantly, he was awake once more. Groaning, he glanced at his clock, and mentally bashed himself for getting up before noon. It was much too early for any normal person to even function correctly. Standing wearily, he brushed back his hair and dressed, desperately wishing he could go back to sleep. Suddenly, he felt it. Something was wrong, and it felt like he'd just been hit in the head with a brick. Waking up early was never worth it.
Trudging toward the window, a fleeting figure caught his gaze. "Pan?" Squinting, he saw his mother's dragon radar in her grasp, flashing wildly. Confusion dominated as he watched her disappear, what in the world would she need with the dragonballs? Dread flowed through his veins like blood, and he knew instantly that something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. But what?
It was weird how all his worries melted away when she was around, and to some extent, it scared him. He had finally found what he'd been looking for all his life.. and it had always been right under his nose. Always. But she wasn't his yet.. would she ever be? It was weird how in only moments, he knew what his heart had known since the day he was born, and in moments, he could lose it all. But she'd see.. he'd make her see. "If that's what it takes, I'll do it," he whispered to himself, "I swear.."
If his father ever knew how he was slowly breaking, he would never live it down. A saiya-jin, afraid his heart would break? Laughable. And had it been happening to Goten, he would've laughed. Hard. But it wasn't. And more than anything, he wished it was.
--
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna prove it to you
Do I have to break down, baby, just to break through
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
If that's what it takes..