~PART 3~
12/1
Trunks asked me to go for a fly with him. I told him no. Don't asked me why I said no because I have no idea why! He looked disappointed at my answer but didn't say anything; just stared at me for the longest time, as if he was trying to figure me out. I stared right back at him.
Finally, the hard glare in his eyes softened and he looked kind of amused. "I will come here again tomorrow." He stated softly. "Maybe you'll change your answer then." Then he disappeared, as quickly as he appeared.
Hmm, should I change my answer then? Maybe, maybe not!
12/2
Today was like a day in hell.
First off, I totally forgot about the history quiz we had today. I think I failed, no scratch that, I know I failed. I do not do well when it comes to history that's why I had to study extra hard for all my history tests. I have to find some way to make up for that mark. I'll beg (as much as I hate begging) my history teacher for some extra credit work. I hope Grandmother will never find out about this.
Next, some idiots were having a little food fight in the cafeteria. They were pretty brave actually; nobody even dared to throw a gum wrapper on the floor because the fat lady who was supervising the lunchroom had a pair of eagle-sharp eyes. Anyways, back to the point, one of the idiots missed his target and the corn dog he threw, complete with mustard and ketchup landed onto MY HEAD!
Of course, my nose started bleeding again (some said it was ketchup running down my nose). Instead of apologizing, that little bastard had the nerve to tell me that I should have been more alert and run away before that corn dog could do any harm. I would have been more alert if I wasn't stressing over that stupid history quiz, dammit! Of course, I didn't say a thing, just picked the little twerp up coolly and threw him across the room. Thump, it was such a satisfying noise; he hit the wall and dropped onto the floor.
I would have started laughing but the principal stomped in. Naturally, I got suspended for three days, three whole fucking days! When I protested, this was what my oh-so-wise principal said: "Miss Son, you have to remember, even though your Grandfather, Mr. Satan saved the whole world once, you are not considered better than the rest of the people. We are all humans, we're all equal and you had no right to throw somebody across the room."
Excuse me, but if it weren't for my Grandfather (not the one from my Mom's side, by the way, the one from my Dad's side), then Earth would have been blown up years ago, or taken over by a little blue over-weighted man, or being turned into a huge candy shop for a fat pink Pillsbury dough boy!
And human? Me? Uh-uh, I am three quarters humans and one quarter Saiyan. I'm just a sixteen-almost-seventeen quarter Saiyan who got upset because she got hit by a stupid corn dog! They are lucky that I'm just taking my anger out on one person. Even then it's not like I killed him! I simply bruised him a little bit. If it were Bra's Dad, I think the whole school would have been blown up.
They don't thank me for my kindness but suspend me instead. Jeez!
Oh yeah, Dad is MAD. He just gave me a big lecture about anger control and suspensions and is now in the living room, surfing the net to find information on boarding schools. I tried to explain the situation to him but he wouldn't listen! Why wouldn't anybody listen to what I think for once these days?
12/3
It's 3 AM in the morning but I just had to write this down -- every last detail before I forget something. I feel so happy now. So happy that I wanted to jump around, yell, and scream but I can't. Mom and Dad are sleeping and they had no idea that I wasn't in bed like I was supposed to but was outside having the time of my life. Here's what happened:
I was lying on my bed today with a big bucket of ice cream and a spoon, exhausted from this whole day when Trunks came again today like he said he would. I was too depressed to do anything fun so I told him to go away. The stupid guy totally ignored me. He grabbed my hand and carried me despite of my complaints and struggles for him to put me down to…paradise. Okay, maybe not exactly paradise but it was a very beautiful place.
I had no idea that such a place even existed in the universe. I don't even know how to describe it. There was a huge waterfall running down a steep, rocky hill to a big lake. The sound of the water clashing down the rocky hill still rang in my ears. The sky was so clear and there were million of stars twinkling. There were trees and flowers all around. The sweet aroma of flowers was calming and soothing. Everywhere was silent, except for the constant noise of the water hitting the rocks. Beautiful, the sight was hauntingly beautiful.
Trunks dropped me into the lake. The water was cold and refreshing against my skin. I cupped my hands together and drank. It's the best water I had ever tasted, completely natural. When I emerged from the water, Trunks was sitting on a huge rock beside the waterfall, watching me. I climbed up beside him. "How did you find this place?" I asked him.
He shook his head and shrugged. "I was lucky one day, I guess." He reached to his green necktie, loosen it, and lay it down beside him. Next, he took his green jacket off and then his white shirt, revealing a very nicely toned abdomen.
I look up in alarm. "What are you doing?"
"Undressing," he replied, a smirk followed. "To go for a swim."
"Oh," I blushed, turning away from him. "I'll let you have some privacy then." I lay my head down on the cool smooth surface of the rock and studied the stars above me. For some unknown reason, I started singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars". Trunks joined in at the "up above the sky" part. He sang kind-of off tune but in a cute way.
"I'm going in!" Trunks announced when the song ended. I sat up and saw him jumping into the pool canoe-ball style. I rolled my eyes; that was so typically him. I lay back onto the cool rock and started thinking about my life.
Most people think my life is perfect but sad to say; it's not. Some people think I complain too much, and I agree. I do complain a lot, but I'm not looking for sympathy. I am just trying to relief some stress and anger stored inside of me. Everybody has problems and not everybody can be happy all the time. That's the truth. Damn, now I sound like some corny sap.
How come when you're think of something (like a sentence or phrase) in your head, it sounds pretty decent but when you write it down on paper, then read over it a few times, it sounds absolutely retarded?
Um…okay, back to the main topic. After a while, I guess Trunks got bored of swimming so he climbed back onto the rock, water was dripping down his face and his trunks (Trunks and trunks…hmm) were drenched. He used his ki to dry himself off and plopped down right beside me.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"How do you know that I'm thinking about something?" I asked back.
"I just know. You get that look in your eyes that make you look all dumb and…" his voice trailed off. "Never mind."
I sat up and glared at him. "All dumb and what?"
"I said never mind!"
"Tell me, you idiot!" I shoved him.
"Okay, okay," he grinned. "Don't get mad though."
"I won't." I promised with my fingers crossed behind my back.
"All dumb…and, and cute as hell." He finished quietly.
I swallowed; blood was rushing to my cheek. "Hey, who are you trying to insult?" I joked weakly. "Hell's not very cute." Okay, maybe this was beyond lame but it was a good try. You try to think up something better!
We shut up for a few minutes. Then…um, I think I'll continue tomorrow. Right now, the happy feeling had drained out of my body and I'm having a very hard time trying to keep my eyelids open. It's 4 AM now. Better get some sleep!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, DBGT or any of the characters in it. Hell, I don't even own the Pillsbury Dough Boy (not that I want to). So don't sue.
