disclaimers: I own it all!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Wanna see *shows documentation*
Goten: Its not real
AK: WHAT?!
Goten: *grabs paper and tears it up* Thank Kami she doesn't own it.
Ak: Your just scared that I'd have yummy, lemony scenes with you and Trunks. @_@
ENEMIES OR LOVERS?
"Once again, there has been a violent rift between the Son family and the Briefs family. Today, in downtown West City near the infamous Capsule Corporation, a brawl erupted between Son Pan and Briefs Bura. The two teenage girls were seen emitting a strange energy ball that was directed towards the other. Currently, both have been released from custody just mintues ago when their parents arrived on scence at the courthouse. Stay tuned for further updates on the situation." Twenty one year old Son Goten wearily clicked the power button on the remote control. His niece had got into yet another disagreement with Bura. Those two were worse than their fathers. Goten ran a hand through his messy, ebony locks. The murky, brown eyes reflected nights of insomnia. The heir to the Son lineage rose from his seat admid the cushions of the relaxion room. He felt like doing anything but relaxing.
Goten stared from the window at the darkening sky above. He glanced at the grandfather clock. 7:30. It was high time he dressed for the annual ball his mother threw. The young man painstakingly limped to his room, his aching bones overcoming him for such a young age. He stretched his back, the kinks working themselves out. Taking a quick shower, he dressed in the costume he wore every year; an angel. Goten smirked. The sheer absurdity of him being angel was actually quite humorous. He was anything but that. Used as pawn in his father's sick and twisted game against the Briefs family. Goten himself had never associated with anyone in the rival family, he being kept inside so ensure his saftey. He knew he was the weakest of the Saiyans, save the girls. Goten sighed deeply, pulling the powder white wig over his natural hair. He stared into the mirror and hardly recognized himself. (an: think Bakura from Yugioh) The only reality that it was himself was the lively, dark eyes that seldomnly shone with mirth these days. It used to be, before the heavy arguing, his eyes sparkled with curiousity and innocence. That image was shatterted when he was first used in the deadly game.
Goten shook the gloomy cloud that was lingering over his head and adopted his best, classic, I'm-not-really-happy-but-you-can't-tell smile as he pulled the double doors that led into the ballroom. As expected, he was bombarded by a mixture of people; some male, some female. Just staring at all the people made him queasy. His questing eyes finally sought what they were looking for; his father and mother. The dark haired, dark eyed duo were calmly chatting with the more regal of society. Goten suppressed the urge to just scream his pain to the crowded room. Instead, he shook several of his father's colleagues hands and even danced with one of their daughter's. She was beautiful, but it didn't cure the hollow ache inside Goten's chest. He sent her to another man who happily obliged to dance with her.
Goten waved dismissevly at his father who nodded. Goten could feel those keen eyes boring into his back. His father had changed drastically since he regained his memories of the life of the Saiyans. He was no longer the happy-go-lucky idiot that everyone loved. He was now something everyone hated but he was admired nonetheless. He was a hero after all. How many times had he saved the planet? Dozens. Goten still remembered the day his mother had hit his father on the head, in the same spot, that had caused him to switch to Kakarrotto. It was then, that Goku had waged war on Vegeta, that only one family could rule Earth.
Goten came to a pause when he reached the impressive fish tank. Exotic fish of even more exotic colors swam lazily, not caring about their surroundings. Goten secretly wished he become a fish and have no worries. Through the glass, Goten could make out another figure. The other person's image was blurred from the glass but he could faintly distinguish the guise of a devil, complete with horns and tail. The most striking thing was the person's eyes, a clear, popsicle blue....
* * *
Trunks Briefs brushed his lavendar hair behind his ears for the upteenth time, seething with fury every time a strand escaped. He refused to use hair spray on his fine locks, complaining that the damage would be irreversible. Seeing his chance, he pulled the hoodie of the crimson jumpsuit over his head. Finally, no strands were showing. He adopted his stoic persona, despite the merriness of his outfit. His parents would have his head if they knew where he was going. He and his friends had decided to crash the party that was being held at the Son Mansion.
Trunks nervously shrinked into the leather of the converitble, desperately praying that he wasn't discovered by the guards at the gates of the mansion. However, the men's gazes barely flickered over him. Letting loose a mouthful of air he had been holding, he relapsed once again into the cold demeanor that had been trademarked by his father, Vegeta. Trunks shifted his form, muscles rippling from under the tight costume. He was feeling a little nervous, okay very nervous, and something else he wasn't quite sure of.
Yusuke prodded his friend as the car parked in the expansive driveway, the valet taking the keys. "Come on Trunks." The trio went inside, nodding to the servants at the door. Trunks stared around at all the people, immediately recognizing Goku and Chichi. He had to bite his tongue to quit from lashing out at the unsuspecting pair. After giving the two his best death glare, Trunks followed his two friends to the refreshment table. Yusuke and Sano ladled their glasses with punch, idly watching the girls in the crowd.
Trunks attention was elsewhere however. His gaze went to the a huge fish tank. He sauntered over to it and noticed, gratefully, that there wasn't another soul in sight. He stared at the fish, especially the bright yellow Sun Fish. Trunks paused, sensing another person in the room with him. He stared at the person, entranced by the way the light reflected in the chocolate orbs...
* * *
Like it? Love it? Hate it? Want me to die?
Hmm. I choose the first two. ^_^
Review Pretty Please. I'll give you......hmm....Vegeta!! Maybe not...Hmm. How about some cookies?
Well, here's a song for this chapter.
JUST FALLIN IN LOVE
Winding staircase, the time dropping lightly
The moment you turned to me,
I felt the perplexity of my heart
Have we met before?
Or is it just Deja Vu?
It's like a mysterious dream
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE maybe before we were born
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU looking down from a star far away
As clear as glass, the feeling taught me
within me flowing people, there is nothing
In such an ordinary life
Before I'm buried
Please come take me
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE I had a feeling we would meet
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU in many earnest nights
I realized when I fell in love with you
The strings of destiny are always shaking
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE maybe before we were born
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU looking down from a star far away
Goten: Its not real
AK: WHAT?!
Goten: *grabs paper and tears it up* Thank Kami she doesn't own it.
Ak: Your just scared that I'd have yummy, lemony scenes with you and Trunks. @_@
ENEMIES OR LOVERS?
"Once again, there has been a violent rift between the Son family and the Briefs family. Today, in downtown West City near the infamous Capsule Corporation, a brawl erupted between Son Pan and Briefs Bura. The two teenage girls were seen emitting a strange energy ball that was directed towards the other. Currently, both have been released from custody just mintues ago when their parents arrived on scence at the courthouse. Stay tuned for further updates on the situation." Twenty one year old Son Goten wearily clicked the power button on the remote control. His niece had got into yet another disagreement with Bura. Those two were worse than their fathers. Goten ran a hand through his messy, ebony locks. The murky, brown eyes reflected nights of insomnia. The heir to the Son lineage rose from his seat admid the cushions of the relaxion room. He felt like doing anything but relaxing.
Goten stared from the window at the darkening sky above. He glanced at the grandfather clock. 7:30. It was high time he dressed for the annual ball his mother threw. The young man painstakingly limped to his room, his aching bones overcoming him for such a young age. He stretched his back, the kinks working themselves out. Taking a quick shower, he dressed in the costume he wore every year; an angel. Goten smirked. The sheer absurdity of him being angel was actually quite humorous. He was anything but that. Used as pawn in his father's sick and twisted game against the Briefs family. Goten himself had never associated with anyone in the rival family, he being kept inside so ensure his saftey. He knew he was the weakest of the Saiyans, save the girls. Goten sighed deeply, pulling the powder white wig over his natural hair. He stared into the mirror and hardly recognized himself. (an: think Bakura from Yugioh) The only reality that it was himself was the lively, dark eyes that seldomnly shone with mirth these days. It used to be, before the heavy arguing, his eyes sparkled with curiousity and innocence. That image was shatterted when he was first used in the deadly game.
Goten shook the gloomy cloud that was lingering over his head and adopted his best, classic, I'm-not-really-happy-but-you-can't-tell smile as he pulled the double doors that led into the ballroom. As expected, he was bombarded by a mixture of people; some male, some female. Just staring at all the people made him queasy. His questing eyes finally sought what they were looking for; his father and mother. The dark haired, dark eyed duo were calmly chatting with the more regal of society. Goten suppressed the urge to just scream his pain to the crowded room. Instead, he shook several of his father's colleagues hands and even danced with one of their daughter's. She was beautiful, but it didn't cure the hollow ache inside Goten's chest. He sent her to another man who happily obliged to dance with her.
Goten waved dismissevly at his father who nodded. Goten could feel those keen eyes boring into his back. His father had changed drastically since he regained his memories of the life of the Saiyans. He was no longer the happy-go-lucky idiot that everyone loved. He was now something everyone hated but he was admired nonetheless. He was a hero after all. How many times had he saved the planet? Dozens. Goten still remembered the day his mother had hit his father on the head, in the same spot, that had caused him to switch to Kakarrotto. It was then, that Goku had waged war on Vegeta, that only one family could rule Earth.
Goten came to a pause when he reached the impressive fish tank. Exotic fish of even more exotic colors swam lazily, not caring about their surroundings. Goten secretly wished he become a fish and have no worries. Through the glass, Goten could make out another figure. The other person's image was blurred from the glass but he could faintly distinguish the guise of a devil, complete with horns and tail. The most striking thing was the person's eyes, a clear, popsicle blue....
* * *
Trunks Briefs brushed his lavendar hair behind his ears for the upteenth time, seething with fury every time a strand escaped. He refused to use hair spray on his fine locks, complaining that the damage would be irreversible. Seeing his chance, he pulled the hoodie of the crimson jumpsuit over his head. Finally, no strands were showing. He adopted his stoic persona, despite the merriness of his outfit. His parents would have his head if they knew where he was going. He and his friends had decided to crash the party that was being held at the Son Mansion.
Trunks nervously shrinked into the leather of the converitble, desperately praying that he wasn't discovered by the guards at the gates of the mansion. However, the men's gazes barely flickered over him. Letting loose a mouthful of air he had been holding, he relapsed once again into the cold demeanor that had been trademarked by his father, Vegeta. Trunks shifted his form, muscles rippling from under the tight costume. He was feeling a little nervous, okay very nervous, and something else he wasn't quite sure of.
Yusuke prodded his friend as the car parked in the expansive driveway, the valet taking the keys. "Come on Trunks." The trio went inside, nodding to the servants at the door. Trunks stared around at all the people, immediately recognizing Goku and Chichi. He had to bite his tongue to quit from lashing out at the unsuspecting pair. After giving the two his best death glare, Trunks followed his two friends to the refreshment table. Yusuke and Sano ladled their glasses with punch, idly watching the girls in the crowd.
Trunks attention was elsewhere however. His gaze went to the a huge fish tank. He sauntered over to it and noticed, gratefully, that there wasn't another soul in sight. He stared at the fish, especially the bright yellow Sun Fish. Trunks paused, sensing another person in the room with him. He stared at the person, entranced by the way the light reflected in the chocolate orbs...
* * *
Like it? Love it? Hate it? Want me to die?
Hmm. I choose the first two. ^_^
Review Pretty Please. I'll give you......hmm....Vegeta!! Maybe not...Hmm. How about some cookies?
Well, here's a song for this chapter.
JUST FALLIN IN LOVE
Winding staircase, the time dropping lightly
The moment you turned to me,
I felt the perplexity of my heart
Have we met before?
Or is it just Deja Vu?
It's like a mysterious dream
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE maybe before we were born
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU looking down from a star far away
As clear as glass, the feeling taught me
within me flowing people, there is nothing
In such an ordinary life
Before I'm buried
Please come take me
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE I had a feeling we would meet
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU in many earnest nights
I realized when I fell in love with you
The strings of destiny are always shaking
JUST FALLIN'IN LOVE maybe before we were born
TAKE ME UP WITH YOU looking down from a star far away