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A/N: I haven't done anything about this story in so long. I had a very bad case of writers block. last chapter, I had NO idea where it was going. Now I do. Congrats to me. I don't like this fic very much any more. Its too unoriginal. But it will get away from the mass sea of organized chaos soon. What is in this sea? My thoughts and the thoughts of countless writers, trying to break free of the norm.
Changed the thought thing. Its *..............* now.
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~Go Away~
Trunks stared out the window of his office, his face unreadable. Silently, he argued with himself. All he wanted to do was fly out that window in front of him and ask Pan what was wrong, why she had said that to him, but part of him held him back. His pride. He had done nothing wrong. He was not the one who was going to fix what some else started.
~Go Away~
But part if him wanted to break down, run after her and beg her to tell him what was wrong. And tell her that no matter what it was, she would always be his friend, and he would always be hers.
Trunks was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the knock at the door, or the young man who walked in very nervously when there was no answer.
"Excuse me.....Mr. Briefs? I'm here to see you about the Orange contract. Mr. Briefs?" asked the man from the doorway. When he noticed that the President didn't respond he looked behind him for help. Finding none, he tried again. "I can come back if you want.........."
Trunks snapped out of his daze. "What?" he shouted a little too loudly. He grimaced at the look of fear on the face of the man on front of him. "Sorry, Mr..........?"
"Richards." answered the man uncomfortably.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Richards, but my mind has been a bit preoccupied this morning." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Now, what is it that you wanted to see me for?"
"Well Mr. Briefs, its about the contract with Orange Inc. I was wondering if we could go over some of the finer details before the dinner tonight."
*Damn!* Trunks silently cursed. *That dinner! Damn this stupid company. I never asked to be president. Man I wish Pan was here.......*
~Go Away~
"Sure!" agreed Trunks, faking a smile, trying to push Pan out of his mind but to no avail. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said... "Why don't you sit down? I'm sure you would be more comfortable....." Mr. Richards nodded and moved closer to the desk. When he moved, Trunks could see the dent in the wall behind him. The robots hadn't finished fixing what was once a rather large hole. The hole that he had put there.
*****Flashback*****
Trunks walked down the long hallway in Capsule Corporation, trying to keep the tears that where stinging his eyes from falling down his face. *Warriors don't cry.* he argued with himself angrily. *Stop being weak You are a Saiyan and a warrior. Don't show emotion. Emotions make you weak. Emotions make you vunerable.* But Pan's angry words kept playing over and over inside his head.
~Go away.~
"Hey Trunks! Where's Pan? I wanted to talk to her about the dance this friday. I haven't seen her in so long.............." called Bra as she came out of her room. Trunks just kept walking past her towards the offices and didn't reply.
*No wonder she hasn't been here. She doesn't want to be around me.* he thought bitterly.
~Go away~
"Where is she, bro?" asked his blue-haired sister quizzically after his retreating form. "Hey! Don't walk away from me!" she yelled, following him as he rounded the corner.
*She hates me. Oh, just leave me alone Bra, please. I don't want to talk to you.*
~I don't want to talk to you.~
"She's sick. She didn't feel well so she stayed home. Alright?" Trunks lied, struggling to keep his anger in check. *Bra did nothing wrong, do not take your anger out on her....*
"Bullshit." she scoffed as she continued to follow him to his office. "Pan never gets sick. So really, whats the problem? You kiss her or something and Gohan caught you? Is that it?" Bra smiled. "You'd make such a cute couple......"
"Dammit Bra!!" he yelled, spinning around, his eyes blazing. "It's none of your fucking business, so STOP ASKING ME!!!" He yanked open his office door and slammed it shut in his sisters face as she tried to come in after him.
"Fine! Don't tell me. But I'll find out sooner or later." Bra called through the door. Trunks sighed and rested his forehead against the wall as he listened to the to the fading footsteps as his sister walked back to her room. *Dammit! Now the whole world will know soon. I FUCKING HATE THIS!!!* he screamed in his mind.
Trunks took a few steps backwards, slowly curling his fingers into a fist and punched the wall with all his Saiyan strength. He pulled his fist back slowly as pieces of the wall rained down unto the plush carpet. He sighed once more. His mother would not be pleased with the new 'window' in his office. The lavender haired Saiyan stared in wonderment at the tiny drop of blood that was streaked on the pure white wall.
"Reminds me of Pan." he remarked, cocking his head to the side. "Her blood red lips, against her pale china-doll like skin." Trunks cursed himself quietly. "Why the hell can't I get you out of my head?" he asked, looking towards the ceiling in hopes of finding the answer. "What did I do Pan? Why are you so mad at me?"
~Go away~
Finding no answers to his questions Trunks lowered his eyes to the floor, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face.
Warriors don't cry...
~~End Flashback~~
Trunks raised his hand slowly and stroked his cheek where his tear had fallen. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. His father never showed any feelings for anybody. He never comforted his mother when she was upset. All because of his damn Saiyan pride. He said emotions were weaknesses of human and that Saiyans were warriors and had no need for them. Trunks smiled slightly. He supposed he acted like that too sometimes. But he was human, or at least part-human and he felt emotions and he was willing to bet that the great Saiyan Prince did as well. Why else would he have stayed with his mother so long. The lavender-haired hybrid shuddered. He probably didn't want to know the answer to that.
His mind wandered again. He barely noticed the man who was talking to him. Something about percentages.........downsizing......contracts. Trunks sighed again. He did not want to go to that dinner tonight. He was being punished. His mother was punishing him for using his office as a punching board and for yelling at his sister. Trunks knew he most likely deserved it, but he hated being there, surrounded by people who didn't care about who he was. All they cared about was his money and how they could get some of it. Trunks mentally corrected himself. That wasn't true all the time. There were some nice people in the world of business, but not many. Most were dull and grey, mindlessly doing they're jobs, throwing away their lives for money.
*Am I going to end up like that?* Trunks mused. *Become a money grubbing old miser? Where am I going to be in 10 years? In 20? In 30? Am I still going to be here, working everyday in this grey world? That's a scary thought.*
Trunks noticed Mr. Richards looking at him quizzically. "What?" he asked, confused. "I'm terribly sorry, what did you say?"
The representative sighed and stood. "I can do this another time if you're busy, Mr. Briefs...."
Trunks shook his head. "No stay, please." He gestured towards the chair. "I don't want want Orange to be uneasy about this deal. Please, sit down."
Mr. Richards eased himself back into his seat. Trunks forced himself to pay attention to the man as he droned on about his worries....again. The president answered all of his questions readily. All the man wanted was a little assurance.
Eventually Mr. Richards stood and gathered up all his papers into his briefcase. He extended his hand towards Trunks. "Thank you Mr. Briefs. It's been a pleasure."
*Yeah, I'm sure it has. This man was extremely annoyed with me, he's just too afraid to say so.* Trunks smirked and grasped the hand in front of him lightly. Mr. Richards winced at his 'firm' grip, but covered it with a smile and allowed himself to be shown out the door by the young purple-headed man. Trunks closed the door softly behind him and grinned at the muffled cry on the other side.
"That man really should work on his handshake." He remarked quietly before walking back to his desk.
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Bra walked into the office an plopped down onto one of the plush chairs. "What's this?" she smirked. "My brother, actually working? Wow, this must be a first."
Trunks growled. "I'll have you know that I run this company, and if I didn't work...."
"Blah, blah, blah. Tell it to someone who cares. What I really want to know, is what really happened to Pan last night, and why you were so pissed off that you broke part of your office." The blue-haired girl nodded towards the wall that was by now had been properly fixed. She turned back around and smiled. She stood up and leaned over the desk. "Please??" she asked, putting on her best puppy-dog face.
"You are really annoying, you know that right?"
"Sure do." said Bra. She grabbed the prototype that Trunks had been looking at and began to play with it. "Hey, what does this do?" she asked, poking at the buttons.
"Give me that!" Trunks yelled, making a futile attempt at getting it back. Bra just shook her head and danced out of reach. "Not until you answer my question. What happened?"
"Mom'll be pissed if you break that. She's been working on it for months and she wanted me to look over it. And you know what Mom's like when she's mad." Bra paled at the thought of being on the receiving end of Bulma Briefs' wrath. Trunks seized the moment of distraction and snatched the prototype out of Bra's hands. He smirked at his sisters downcast face. "That won't work on me, Bra, so don't even bother. Now, shouldn't you be somewhere? Don't you have school or something?"
"No, you idiot. It's Saturday. Remember? The day that comes after Friday? No school. You're stuck with me." She sat back down in her chair and crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened between you and Pan last night."
"Nothing happened!! Now go away!!" yelled Trunks.
~Go away~
He ran his fingers through his fine, silky hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Bra scowled at him. "You don't have to lose your temper at me...again. Though it would be funny." She covered her smile with her hand. "Dad'd probably drag you to the Gravity Room to 'train'."
Trunks snorted. "More like 'Lets beat the shit out of Trunks'."
"You know, if you trained regularly, you'd actually be able to stand up for yourself." informed Bra, smirking.
"Why thank you, Miss Know-It-All. I am astounded by your knowledge. I never would have guessed that." said Trunks, standing up and preforming a mock bow.
"Finally, I get the respect I deserve. But there is one thing I can't figure out. What do all those girls see in you?" asked the 17 year-old, flippantly.
"I." stated Trunks. "Am the most handsomest, richest, smartest, kindest, sexiest man in the world."
"Yeah, sure." scoffed his sister.
"It's true! I swear! It's written in People. Here." He reached down to the bottom drawer in his desk and pulled out the magazine and handed it to Bra. "See, on page 71, 'The most eligible bachelor in the world, Trunks Briefs' and underneath it goes on to say that I am the handsomest, sexiest......."
Bra waved her hand. "I don't care. You've said it once and thats enough. Man, I can't believe you keep this is your desk! Urgh. You need a life, bro, 'cause this is just sad." She shook her head and handed the magazine back to Trunks, who put it away in the drawer.
"What?" he asked innocently. "It's all true. I can't help it if I'm the hottest thing ever to walk the earth."
Bra just stared at him. "Your ego is getting even bigger than Dad's, and that's saying something."
"Oh shut it, and go away."
~Go away~
"No." she said simply.
"Bra, I mean it. Go away." Trunks warned, his Ki raising.
"Why? What are you going to do if I don't?" she taunted. "Trunks....?" she asked when he didn't respond. "What........"
Bur his sisters voice seemed miles away. All he could hear, was Pan. Her words, playing and replaying, over and over in his head. Yelling at him. Screaming at him. Hurting him.
"STOP YELLING AT ME!!!!!!" he shouted, clutching his head. He tightened his hands into fists and screamed, trying to drown the voice in his head.
~Go away
Go away
Go away~
Blood began to drip down slowly from where his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. The aura surrounding him grew as he screamed again, sending his eyes a dangerous green.
~Go away
Go away
Go away~
The windows in the office cracked and shattered around the two demi-Saiyans. Trunks smiled and screamed for the third and final time, his lavender hair turning gold. He could feel the raw power flowing through him and he welcomed it, letting it wash away all thought and reason.
He was past caring.
Trunks lifted his empty green eyes towards his petrified sister.
"Get out." he said hoarsely
"I...I'm leaving." she stuttered, stumbling backwards.
~Just.~
"Not nearly fast enough." smiled Trunks, powering up a blast in his hand. A look of fear passed over Bra's face before she willed her legs to move. She slammed the door just as the Ki blast hit where she had been standing seconds before.
~Go.~
The faint sobs that could be heard behind the door brought him out of his rage. Disbelief of what he had done hit him hard. He almost killed his own sister. He wanted to hurt her. Trunks fell down onto his knees, his hair hanging limp around his ears. He could feel the darkness coming, and he welcomed it and savoured its hold on his mind and he knew no more.
~Away.~
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My god, that was hard. And long. And my best. Do you think my writing has improved since chapter 1? I do. I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING!!!!! I am so happy. I figured it out last night. I LOVE THIS FIC NOW!!!! I hope you do too. And even if you don't, I want everybody to review. Reviews keep me happy, they keep me sane
You think I deserve a Z fighter to help me with the fic? I really want one. Tell me in a review if you think that this fic is good enough to have one.
I shall try to make less A/N's ^_^
~Jennsyn~
P.S. To everyone who reviewed, I thank you. You make it seem worthwhile. *bows in graditude*
A/N: I haven't done anything about this story in so long. I had a very bad case of writers block. last chapter, I had NO idea where it was going. Now I do. Congrats to me. I don't like this fic very much any more. Its too unoriginal. But it will get away from the mass sea of organized chaos soon. What is in this sea? My thoughts and the thoughts of countless writers, trying to break free of the norm.
Changed the thought thing. Its *..............* now.
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~Go Away~
Trunks stared out the window of his office, his face unreadable. Silently, he argued with himself. All he wanted to do was fly out that window in front of him and ask Pan what was wrong, why she had said that to him, but part of him held him back. His pride. He had done nothing wrong. He was not the one who was going to fix what some else started.
~Go Away~
But part if him wanted to break down, run after her and beg her to tell him what was wrong. And tell her that no matter what it was, she would always be his friend, and he would always be hers.
Trunks was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the knock at the door, or the young man who walked in very nervously when there was no answer.
"Excuse me.....Mr. Briefs? I'm here to see you about the Orange contract. Mr. Briefs?" asked the man from the doorway. When he noticed that the President didn't respond he looked behind him for help. Finding none, he tried again. "I can come back if you want.........."
Trunks snapped out of his daze. "What?" he shouted a little too loudly. He grimaced at the look of fear on the face of the man on front of him. "Sorry, Mr..........?"
"Richards." answered the man uncomfortably.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Richards, but my mind has been a bit preoccupied this morning." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Now, what is it that you wanted to see me for?"
"Well Mr. Briefs, its about the contract with Orange Inc. I was wondering if we could go over some of the finer details before the dinner tonight."
*Damn!* Trunks silently cursed. *That dinner! Damn this stupid company. I never asked to be president. Man I wish Pan was here.......*
~Go Away~
"Sure!" agreed Trunks, faking a smile, trying to push Pan out of his mind but to no avail. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said... "Why don't you sit down? I'm sure you would be more comfortable....." Mr. Richards nodded and moved closer to the desk. When he moved, Trunks could see the dent in the wall behind him. The robots hadn't finished fixing what was once a rather large hole. The hole that he had put there.
*****Flashback*****
Trunks walked down the long hallway in Capsule Corporation, trying to keep the tears that where stinging his eyes from falling down his face. *Warriors don't cry.* he argued with himself angrily. *Stop being weak You are a Saiyan and a warrior. Don't show emotion. Emotions make you weak. Emotions make you vunerable.* But Pan's angry words kept playing over and over inside his head.
~Go away.~
"Hey Trunks! Where's Pan? I wanted to talk to her about the dance this friday. I haven't seen her in so long.............." called Bra as she came out of her room. Trunks just kept walking past her towards the offices and didn't reply.
*No wonder she hasn't been here. She doesn't want to be around me.* he thought bitterly.
~Go away~
"Where is she, bro?" asked his blue-haired sister quizzically after his retreating form. "Hey! Don't walk away from me!" she yelled, following him as he rounded the corner.
*She hates me. Oh, just leave me alone Bra, please. I don't want to talk to you.*
~I don't want to talk to you.~
"She's sick. She didn't feel well so she stayed home. Alright?" Trunks lied, struggling to keep his anger in check. *Bra did nothing wrong, do not take your anger out on her....*
"Bullshit." she scoffed as she continued to follow him to his office. "Pan never gets sick. So really, whats the problem? You kiss her or something and Gohan caught you? Is that it?" Bra smiled. "You'd make such a cute couple......"
"Dammit Bra!!" he yelled, spinning around, his eyes blazing. "It's none of your fucking business, so STOP ASKING ME!!!" He yanked open his office door and slammed it shut in his sisters face as she tried to come in after him.
"Fine! Don't tell me. But I'll find out sooner or later." Bra called through the door. Trunks sighed and rested his forehead against the wall as he listened to the to the fading footsteps as his sister walked back to her room. *Dammit! Now the whole world will know soon. I FUCKING HATE THIS!!!* he screamed in his mind.
Trunks took a few steps backwards, slowly curling his fingers into a fist and punched the wall with all his Saiyan strength. He pulled his fist back slowly as pieces of the wall rained down unto the plush carpet. He sighed once more. His mother would not be pleased with the new 'window' in his office. The lavender haired Saiyan stared in wonderment at the tiny drop of blood that was streaked on the pure white wall.
"Reminds me of Pan." he remarked, cocking his head to the side. "Her blood red lips, against her pale china-doll like skin." Trunks cursed himself quietly. "Why the hell can't I get you out of my head?" he asked, looking towards the ceiling in hopes of finding the answer. "What did I do Pan? Why are you so mad at me?"
~Go away~
Finding no answers to his questions Trunks lowered his eyes to the floor, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face.
Warriors don't cry...
~~End Flashback~~
Trunks raised his hand slowly and stroked his cheek where his tear had fallen. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. His father never showed any feelings for anybody. He never comforted his mother when she was upset. All because of his damn Saiyan pride. He said emotions were weaknesses of human and that Saiyans were warriors and had no need for them. Trunks smiled slightly. He supposed he acted like that too sometimes. But he was human, or at least part-human and he felt emotions and he was willing to bet that the great Saiyan Prince did as well. Why else would he have stayed with his mother so long. The lavender-haired hybrid shuddered. He probably didn't want to know the answer to that.
His mind wandered again. He barely noticed the man who was talking to him. Something about percentages.........downsizing......contracts. Trunks sighed again. He did not want to go to that dinner tonight. He was being punished. His mother was punishing him for using his office as a punching board and for yelling at his sister. Trunks knew he most likely deserved it, but he hated being there, surrounded by people who didn't care about who he was. All they cared about was his money and how they could get some of it. Trunks mentally corrected himself. That wasn't true all the time. There were some nice people in the world of business, but not many. Most were dull and grey, mindlessly doing they're jobs, throwing away their lives for money.
*Am I going to end up like that?* Trunks mused. *Become a money grubbing old miser? Where am I going to be in 10 years? In 20? In 30? Am I still going to be here, working everyday in this grey world? That's a scary thought.*
Trunks noticed Mr. Richards looking at him quizzically. "What?" he asked, confused. "I'm terribly sorry, what did you say?"
The representative sighed and stood. "I can do this another time if you're busy, Mr. Briefs...."
Trunks shook his head. "No stay, please." He gestured towards the chair. "I don't want want Orange to be uneasy about this deal. Please, sit down."
Mr. Richards eased himself back into his seat. Trunks forced himself to pay attention to the man as he droned on about his worries....again. The president answered all of his questions readily. All the man wanted was a little assurance.
Eventually Mr. Richards stood and gathered up all his papers into his briefcase. He extended his hand towards Trunks. "Thank you Mr. Briefs. It's been a pleasure."
*Yeah, I'm sure it has. This man was extremely annoyed with me, he's just too afraid to say so.* Trunks smirked and grasped the hand in front of him lightly. Mr. Richards winced at his 'firm' grip, but covered it with a smile and allowed himself to be shown out the door by the young purple-headed man. Trunks closed the door softly behind him and grinned at the muffled cry on the other side.
"That man really should work on his handshake." He remarked quietly before walking back to his desk.
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Bra walked into the office an plopped down onto one of the plush chairs. "What's this?" she smirked. "My brother, actually working? Wow, this must be a first."
Trunks growled. "I'll have you know that I run this company, and if I didn't work...."
"Blah, blah, blah. Tell it to someone who cares. What I really want to know, is what really happened to Pan last night, and why you were so pissed off that you broke part of your office." The blue-haired girl nodded towards the wall that was by now had been properly fixed. She turned back around and smiled. She stood up and leaned over the desk. "Please??" she asked, putting on her best puppy-dog face.
"You are really annoying, you know that right?"
"Sure do." said Bra. She grabbed the prototype that Trunks had been looking at and began to play with it. "Hey, what does this do?" she asked, poking at the buttons.
"Give me that!" Trunks yelled, making a futile attempt at getting it back. Bra just shook her head and danced out of reach. "Not until you answer my question. What happened?"
"Mom'll be pissed if you break that. She's been working on it for months and she wanted me to look over it. And you know what Mom's like when she's mad." Bra paled at the thought of being on the receiving end of Bulma Briefs' wrath. Trunks seized the moment of distraction and snatched the prototype out of Bra's hands. He smirked at his sisters downcast face. "That won't work on me, Bra, so don't even bother. Now, shouldn't you be somewhere? Don't you have school or something?"
"No, you idiot. It's Saturday. Remember? The day that comes after Friday? No school. You're stuck with me." She sat back down in her chair and crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened between you and Pan last night."
"Nothing happened!! Now go away!!" yelled Trunks.
~Go away~
He ran his fingers through his fine, silky hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Bra scowled at him. "You don't have to lose your temper at me...again. Though it would be funny." She covered her smile with her hand. "Dad'd probably drag you to the Gravity Room to 'train'."
Trunks snorted. "More like 'Lets beat the shit out of Trunks'."
"You know, if you trained regularly, you'd actually be able to stand up for yourself." informed Bra, smirking.
"Why thank you, Miss Know-It-All. I am astounded by your knowledge. I never would have guessed that." said Trunks, standing up and preforming a mock bow.
"Finally, I get the respect I deserve. But there is one thing I can't figure out. What do all those girls see in you?" asked the 17 year-old, flippantly.
"I." stated Trunks. "Am the most handsomest, richest, smartest, kindest, sexiest man in the world."
"Yeah, sure." scoffed his sister.
"It's true! I swear! It's written in People. Here." He reached down to the bottom drawer in his desk and pulled out the magazine and handed it to Bra. "See, on page 71, 'The most eligible bachelor in the world, Trunks Briefs' and underneath it goes on to say that I am the handsomest, sexiest......."
Bra waved her hand. "I don't care. You've said it once and thats enough. Man, I can't believe you keep this is your desk! Urgh. You need a life, bro, 'cause this is just sad." She shook her head and handed the magazine back to Trunks, who put it away in the drawer.
"What?" he asked innocently. "It's all true. I can't help it if I'm the hottest thing ever to walk the earth."
Bra just stared at him. "Your ego is getting even bigger than Dad's, and that's saying something."
"Oh shut it, and go away."
~Go away~
"No." she said simply.
"Bra, I mean it. Go away." Trunks warned, his Ki raising.
"Why? What are you going to do if I don't?" she taunted. "Trunks....?" she asked when he didn't respond. "What........"
Bur his sisters voice seemed miles away. All he could hear, was Pan. Her words, playing and replaying, over and over in his head. Yelling at him. Screaming at him. Hurting him.
"STOP YELLING AT ME!!!!!!" he shouted, clutching his head. He tightened his hands into fists and screamed, trying to drown the voice in his head.
~Go away
Go away
Go away~
Blood began to drip down slowly from where his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. The aura surrounding him grew as he screamed again, sending his eyes a dangerous green.
~Go away
Go away
Go away~
The windows in the office cracked and shattered around the two demi-Saiyans. Trunks smiled and screamed for the third and final time, his lavender hair turning gold. He could feel the raw power flowing through him and he welcomed it, letting it wash away all thought and reason.
He was past caring.
Trunks lifted his empty green eyes towards his petrified sister.
"Get out." he said hoarsely
"I...I'm leaving." she stuttered, stumbling backwards.
~Just.~
"Not nearly fast enough." smiled Trunks, powering up a blast in his hand. A look of fear passed over Bra's face before she willed her legs to move. She slammed the door just as the Ki blast hit where she had been standing seconds before.
~Go.~
The faint sobs that could be heard behind the door brought him out of his rage. Disbelief of what he had done hit him hard. He almost killed his own sister. He wanted to hurt her. Trunks fell down onto his knees, his hair hanging limp around his ears. He could feel the darkness coming, and he welcomed it and savoured its hold on his mind and he knew no more.
~Away.~
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My god, that was hard. And long. And my best. Do you think my writing has improved since chapter 1? I do. I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING!!!!! I am so happy. I figured it out last night. I LOVE THIS FIC NOW!!!! I hope you do too. And even if you don't, I want everybody to review. Reviews keep me happy, they keep me sane
You think I deserve a Z fighter to help me with the fic? I really want one. Tell me in a review if you think that this fic is good enough to have one.
I shall try to make less A/N's ^_^
~Jennsyn~
P.S. To everyone who reviewed, I thank you. You make it seem worthwhile. *bows in graditude*