#:::Goku hesitates, then walks on the stage:::
Goku: Um...... what was I suppose to do again?
F.F: (-_-;;) Just read the piece of paper Goku....
Goku : Oh! That girl over there doesn't own my show or the one about the girls in miniskirts.
F.F: Thanks....I think....by the way, I don't own Pink's song "Family Portrait" either
(onward with the fic)
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The small 11-year-old girl walked up the long spiral staircase. She could hear another pair of footsteps behind her, each step reminding her of what was to come. The latch on her door was unlocked, she pushed it open to hear the hinges squeak.
[Momma please stop crying, I can't stand the sound,
your pain is painful and it's tearing me down.
I hear glasses breaking, as I sit up in my bed,
I told Dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said.]
She walked in the room, and sat down on her bed. A man one might call either an aristocrat or a snake-like miser followed.
"Serenity, I know you and Helios went to the hill the other night to watch the fireworks over the palace last night. You know I don't like it when you stay up after hours, especially with boys."
His voice sounded raspy, like a piece of paper was caught in his throat.
"Yes Papa, I'm sorry..." came her muffled voice.
[You fight about money, about me and my brother
This is what I come home to, this is my shelter.]
The man swirled around and sat beside her on her bed.
She closed her eyes, she knew what was coming.
"You know Renity, I won't tell your mother if you do me a favor..."he said, entangling her pink hair with his fingers.
"What do you want?" she asked, afraid of what he might ask.
"Let me touch you...."
[It ain't easy growing up in World War III
Never knowing where love might be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it's done my family]
Her eyes widened. "No daddy, please don't. You hurt me last time...."
He got right down in her face, his eyes level with hers.
"Listen Demon Spawn, you don't have a choice. I fucking own you. I can do whatever I please
with you because no one gives a damn about you! You are nothing but a shadow, a spot on the floor!
If you died tomarrow, no one would care! If you talk back to me again, I'll cut out your mother's
vocal chords, do you understand?!? I am your master! Whatever I tell you do you will comply
without question. Is that understood?!"
[Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
Promise I'll do better,
Mommy I'll do any thing.]
Serenity closed her eyes, holding back tears of self-pity. She ignored his words, from him, they were
pretty casual. The only thing she ever cared about in his words were threats to her mother,
her shining star, her hero.
A man like him would most likely act out on those threats, so she kept her mouth shut.
It didn't matter if her life was questioned, she knew somewhere inside of him.....
He was dead afraid of her.
When she was upset, when rage truly sparked her, she would begin to glow. She would glow an abnormal glow
that in later years, she would come to call it Super Saiyan.
But for now, she was still weak, King Endymion had her twisted around his pinky finger.
He could make her do whatever he wanted, for she was, in a sense, his slave.
[Daddy please stop yelling, I can't stand the sound,
Make Momma stop crying because I need her around
Momma she loves you, no matter what she says its true,
Mom, I know that he hurts you, but remember that I love you too. ]
He slowly began to peal off her clothes. She shuddered at the touch of his grimy hands.
"Please stop..." she said, almost at her breaking point of tears.
"Don't worry, you'll like this. And if you don't...." he said cupping her face.
"...I'll fucking kill you."
[I ran away today,
Ran from the noise, ran away
I don't want to go back to that place
But I don't have no choice, no way. ]
She knew his hands would run over her like a farmer's would a newly harvest peach.
[In our family portrait we look pretty happy.]
She knew that he would he penetrate her.
[Lets play pretend, act like it goes naturally.]
She knew her blood would spill.
[I don't want to split the holidays]
She knew her tears would fall.
[I don't want two addresses. ]
She knew how she would scream and no one would hear, or at least pretend not to.
[I don't want a step-brother anyways. ]
She knew he would make her beg to stop, to gravel. And when it was all over and done with, she would feel worthless, like he wanted her to. She would feel like she deserved it, like he wanted her to. In her mind, she was becoming her fathers words.
A speck of dirt on the floor, a shadow, a nothing.
He had no remorse.
[I don't want my mom to change her last name.]
She layed on the floor, as naked as the day she was born. Endymion wiped saliva from his mouth.
"Clean yourself up, you might look half way attractive," he said, heading for the door.
"Oh, and don't worry, you did good. I won't tell your mom about you and Helios. By the way, remember, this is our little secret."
He quietly shut the door and locked the latch.
Blood and semen and other fluids lay in puddles on the floor beside Chibi-Usa.
She quickly picked herself off the floor and began scrubbing everything until it looked like nothing had ever been touched. It was all routine to her. She drew a bath and soaked and tryed to scrub all of HIM off of her too. But no matter how clean she got, she could never wash off the smell of HIM, the memories of his touches.
She knew she would cry herself to sleep.
[In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
We look pretty normal
Lets go back to that
In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
Lets play pretend
Act like it goes naturally.]
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Tsukino Usagi woke up from her dream sweating bullets. She hated being reminded of her life at the palace.
"He's torturing me even in my sleep. Bastard Pedophile......"
She looked at her surroundings to make sure she wasn't still in her castle bedroom. Her eyes searched the room, and they fell on a pair of ice-blue ones. Her brother was crouched at the side of her bed starring up at her.
"Trunks? What are you still doing up? It's really late."
"I wanted to go to Mom and Dad's room, 'cause I had a nightmare, but they're doing some freaky stuff in there so I came to your room," he said
He cocked an eyebrow at his sister.
"Why are you crying?"
She didn't even realise it. She put a hand up to her face and felt the small droplets of water on her cheek.
"I had a bad dream too."
"You did? About what? Mine was that fat Buu came back, and turned the world into one giant Oreo. The only person left was Uncle Goku who kept trying to eat everything. What was your dream?"
"Your too young too understand, Trunks."
He scrunched up his face. He hated it when people said he wasn't old enough to understand something."
"No I'm not! What was your dream about?"
Usagi rested a hand on her brother's shoulder. She often forgot how mature he was.
"Sometimes adults do things that they shouldn't."
"What do you mean? Did Dad hit you too hard when you were sparring?"
"No, Dad may be a prick sometimes, but he'd never do anything to really hurt us."
She noticed he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. She gave him a soft dmile.
"Did you want to come stay with me because of your nightmare? I used to do that with my Mom of the past when I would have a dream about Black Moon. It made me feel safer."
He nodded and crawled into bed beside his older sister, and rested his head on her shoulder.
She was about to fall back asleep when she heard her brother laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I know what your dream was about....."
"You do?"
"You were dreaming about Gohan....your secret lover...."
"Trunks, shut up before I kick your ass out of my bed."
"Okay..."
He finally did quiet down and fell asleep on his sister's shoulder.
She giggled a little, Trunks' suggestion of a dream wasn't all that bad of an idea.
"Too bad he ain't single..." she thought to herself.
"Kinda cute."
She smiled a little, thinking of her friend-wish-he-was-more-than-that-kind-of-friend, but her smile faded as her thoughts went back to Mamoru.
"That fucker is watching me, I know it."
She looked over to the sleeping face of her brother. She pushed aside a lock of his lavender hair and kissed his fore head.
"Please keep me safe from his touches Trunks, even if it's only for tonight..." and sleep drew upon her.
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To Be Continued.........
