Disclaimer: you know the drill
Don't Cry
Part: 3
He was watching her. He was always watching her. No matter where she went. 18 turned to look at Trunks on his rooftop perch, his piercing blue eyes met her black ones and she looked away.
"What are you staring at!" she called toward him.
He effortlessly leapt from the roof and the next instant he was behind her. She spun to meet his gaze.
"You" he replied in low husky tones.
18 narrowed her eyes. "Are so afraid of me that you must watch my every move?"
He grabbed her wrist, squeezing it to the breaking point, and brought her to within inches of his own face. "I am not afraid of you android! Not now and never again!"
"Then why do you watch me so closely? Only one who is afraid would do such."
The hair on his head began to lift. "I am not-"
"Prove it." She smirked. "Turn around while I am here, I dare you."
Trunks didn't move.
"See? You are scared. You're scared that as soon as you take your eyes away, I'll go on a killing spree that you won't be able to stop. You're scared that everything you know and love will be taken away from you in an instant." She pulled a red bandanna from her pocket. "You're scared that everything you depend on will be gone. You're scared to be alone." She turned and slowly walked back toward the house. "Welcome to my world."
She infuriates me. Her very existence is the bane of my own. So why is it that I cannot bring myself to kill her!? It is more than my mother. That I could easily handle, it is something else. Could it possibly be that I am starting to believe in her? Believe that she has changed? I wage an internal war with myself I want to believe in change, believe that people can want to do good. I…I want something to believe in. As I see this crumbling world that I struggle to rebuild, I want something…something to hold on to. Is it possible that the thing I hate and fear most will give this to me? I want to forgive. My mother's blood is telling me that it is time to forgive, to start anew, but…but… The saijin part that is me will not allow that! She is my enemy, a murderer! I can accept nothing else.
AN: sorry it's so short but this is all I had time for. I know I said that I finished the fic (and I did) but I went back over it and I didn't like how it sounded so I'm pretty much re-writing it. R/R! ~ me
p.s ( to SSJ Easter Bunny, I kept your advice in mind when writing this part. O and I read yours it's not bad. (the review was supposed to say this is not a flame, just so you know).
Don't Cry
Part: 3
He was watching her. He was always watching her. No matter where she went. 18 turned to look at Trunks on his rooftop perch, his piercing blue eyes met her black ones and she looked away.
"What are you staring at!" she called toward him.
He effortlessly leapt from the roof and the next instant he was behind her. She spun to meet his gaze.
"You" he replied in low husky tones.
18 narrowed her eyes. "Are so afraid of me that you must watch my every move?"
He grabbed her wrist, squeezing it to the breaking point, and brought her to within inches of his own face. "I am not afraid of you android! Not now and never again!"
"Then why do you watch me so closely? Only one who is afraid would do such."
The hair on his head began to lift. "I am not-"
"Prove it." She smirked. "Turn around while I am here, I dare you."
Trunks didn't move.
"See? You are scared. You're scared that as soon as you take your eyes away, I'll go on a killing spree that you won't be able to stop. You're scared that everything you know and love will be taken away from you in an instant." She pulled a red bandanna from her pocket. "You're scared that everything you depend on will be gone. You're scared to be alone." She turned and slowly walked back toward the house. "Welcome to my world."
She infuriates me. Her very existence is the bane of my own. So why is it that I cannot bring myself to kill her!? It is more than my mother. That I could easily handle, it is something else. Could it possibly be that I am starting to believe in her? Believe that she has changed? I wage an internal war with myself I want to believe in change, believe that people can want to do good. I…I want something to believe in. As I see this crumbling world that I struggle to rebuild, I want something…something to hold on to. Is it possible that the thing I hate and fear most will give this to me? I want to forgive. My mother's blood is telling me that it is time to forgive, to start anew, but…but… The saijin part that is me will not allow that! She is my enemy, a murderer! I can accept nothing else.
AN: sorry it's so short but this is all I had time for. I know I said that I finished the fic (and I did) but I went back over it and I didn't like how it sounded so I'm pretty much re-writing it. R/R! ~ me
p.s ( to SSJ Easter Bunny, I kept your advice in mind when writing this part. O and I read yours it's not bad. (the review was supposed to say this is not a flame, just so you know).