Notes: Ok this has got a little flavor of yaoi in it. You'll just have to read and find out. No sex scenes in it though. (Unfortunately lol) I got in trouble so decided to come down in my room and write something. Don't ya just hate younger siblings? I sure do. ^_^ Anyhow please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters so please don't sue me. I do this simply for fun and am making no money off of this.
By: Satonic
They Stole Everything
I can't believe this! My own brother, my on brother has betrayed me. He was mine, mine and he stole him away from me. I had loved him for years but had always been too much of a coward to confess my feelings to him, and now he is my brothers' and my brother is his.
Do the fates like torturing me? First taking away my father and then my mother. My house and making me move in with my brother and niece, Videl passing away about three years ago. Everyone was dying and he wanted to die to. The fates had taken away everything he loved, and now his love had been stolen by his perfect fucking brother!
He hated fate and could tell it felt the same way towards him. Why couldn't he be a normal human and die like everyone else seemed to be doing. He cursed his saiyan heritage for the first time in his life. Knowing that he still had many years to go on in misery.
Unless....No he couldn't do that he still had Pan to take care of. At least he thought so. She had been spending more and more time with Vegeta and it was scaring the hell out of him. He was old enough to be her grandfather and several times he had smelled sex on her when she came home from their 'supposedly' sparring matches and training time.
Everything was going wrong and he hated himself for feeling like such a failure. Sure everyone was being taken away from him, but so what? Just because he didn't so anything with his life didn't mean no one else could. He was acting selfishly but still couldn't help the depressed state he was in.
Why couldn't he be more like his father and just brush these things off like they were nothing? He had never had to worry about these things when he was younger and wished with all his heart he could just go back to that time once again, where nothing mattered. There was no one left everyone was either dead or married or in 'love'.
Why couldn't he do any of those things? Well not get married. He wasn't bi like his brother, just gay. He hung his head low in denial. Yes, he was gay and had never worked up the courage to tell any of his family. Although he knew Pan suspected it. She was a smart girl he would give her that.
He remembered when he was younger when he said he wanted to grow up real fast. (He's using his kiddy language ^_^) Now that he understood the horrors of adulthood he wanted to go back and strangle the little brat for even thinking such a thing. He laughed bitterly at the image of him strangling his chibi for saying he wanted to grow up.
His life sucked! Big time.
As he berated himself for his mistakes and losses he had forgotten about one person. One person who wasn't dead, married or in love. He watched in the shadows of the woods as the boy silently mumbled to himself and could smell the depressed air around him.
Piccolo smiled to himself, he wasn't the only one. He wasn't.
-End
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters so please don't sue me. I do this simply for fun and am making no money off of this.
By: Satonic
They Stole Everything
I can't believe this! My own brother, my on brother has betrayed me. He was mine, mine and he stole him away from me. I had loved him for years but had always been too much of a coward to confess my feelings to him, and now he is my brothers' and my brother is his.
Do the fates like torturing me? First taking away my father and then my mother. My house and making me move in with my brother and niece, Videl passing away about three years ago. Everyone was dying and he wanted to die to. The fates had taken away everything he loved, and now his love had been stolen by his perfect fucking brother!
He hated fate and could tell it felt the same way towards him. Why couldn't he be a normal human and die like everyone else seemed to be doing. He cursed his saiyan heritage for the first time in his life. Knowing that he still had many years to go on in misery.
Unless....No he couldn't do that he still had Pan to take care of. At least he thought so. She had been spending more and more time with Vegeta and it was scaring the hell out of him. He was old enough to be her grandfather and several times he had smelled sex on her when she came home from their 'supposedly' sparring matches and training time.
Everything was going wrong and he hated himself for feeling like such a failure. Sure everyone was being taken away from him, but so what? Just because he didn't so anything with his life didn't mean no one else could. He was acting selfishly but still couldn't help the depressed state he was in.
Why couldn't he be more like his father and just brush these things off like they were nothing? He had never had to worry about these things when he was younger and wished with all his heart he could just go back to that time once again, where nothing mattered. There was no one left everyone was either dead or married or in 'love'.
Why couldn't he do any of those things? Well not get married. He wasn't bi like his brother, just gay. He hung his head low in denial. Yes, he was gay and had never worked up the courage to tell any of his family. Although he knew Pan suspected it. She was a smart girl he would give her that.
He remembered when he was younger when he said he wanted to grow up real fast. (He's using his kiddy language ^_^) Now that he understood the horrors of adulthood he wanted to go back and strangle the little brat for even thinking such a thing. He laughed bitterly at the image of him strangling his chibi for saying he wanted to grow up.
His life sucked! Big time.
As he berated himself for his mistakes and losses he had forgotten about one person. One person who wasn't dead, married or in love. He watched in the shadows of the woods as the boy silently mumbled to himself and could smell the depressed air around him.
Piccolo smiled to himself, he wasn't the only one. He wasn't.
-End