Disclaimer: I OWN ALL!!! BWA HA HA HA HA HA H-ow! *sob sob, whimper whimper* Ignore the action figure. I'm broke. I don't own anything but him.
A/N: I'm gonna be nice and post twice tonight, on top of my one shot that no one's reviewed. Here ya go!
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Petrified Tears
chapter 14
*Midlife crisis. ~Mid~life Crisis. ~MIDLIFE CRISIS!?!?!?!?~*
He dove out of the limo after her, grabbing her by the arm, jerking her around to make her face him.
"What. The hell. Do you mean. By-"
She shrugged her shoulders, oblivious to the death grip he had on her arm. "Just that Momma's boys rarely ever backtalk their mothers over things so trivial."
He raised a hand, wanting to slap her, but forced himself to drop it back to his side.
"Midlife crisis," he repeated angrily, his eyes flashing and dark.
She nodded. "That's the only thing that I can think of, that's appropriate for those back in the limo."
He squeezed her arm harder, wanting to turn the skin blue, wanting to cut off the circulation.
"Trunks, usually, you're a sweet guy. Ever since last night-and granted in some way, you have a right to be pissed, but at ~me~, not Bulma. Ever since last night, you have been a complete asshole, really. I have never seen a mood swing like yours. Not even from women going through menopause! Which my grandmother is going through!" she hissed as an afterthought. She jerked her arm away from him, but didn't back down. "Listen, grow up and take it-whatever the hell ~it~ is-like a man."
He wanted to slap her. He wanted to rip her head off and piss on it while it was still warm.
He wanted her to experience this terrible pain that she had wrought, this pain that ate at his insides and wouldn't go away.
He forced himself to calm down. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Trunks," she said quietly, grabbing his arm and yanking him farther from the limo before he could make a greater ass of himself. "Listen, I know it's what's eating you, 'cause you're afraid that I'm going to squeal to my father and let him come after you. But I won't. You're too good a friend. Besides, I'm old enough to take care of myself. So you rejected me-big deal! You're still my best friend, and I would rather have that then something that probably wouldn't get much farther then dinner and a messy breakup. Alright? My dad doesn't know, and I intend to keep it that way, ok? So just relax."
He sighed, opened his eyes.
"Pan, it's not that it's-"
"Just remember that even if you ~did~ reject me, we're still friends, I understand, looking back, it ~was~ weird. Ok? I meant what I said last night, we're friends."
He ground his teeth, nodded.
"Now go apologize to your mother. She was on the verge of tears when I stormed out."
He shook his head.
"The bitch can apologize to me."
With that, he walked past her.
Midlife crisis his ass.
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A/N: Now remember class, review and you'll all get A's. Alright? You'll also keep a cocky piece of colored plastic from coming after you! (That was Chibi Trunks, I just paraphrased. ;P) Please peoples? Review? I get a kick out of em....I promise, I'll get to the romance eventually (to let you know, I never said this was a t/p, but I'm not saying it isn't either), and I'll get to what the hell is up with Trunks as soon as I figure it out. Ok? Ok.
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers
A/N: I'm gonna be nice and post twice tonight, on top of my one shot that no one's reviewed. Here ya go!
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Petrified Tears
chapter 14
*Midlife crisis. ~Mid~life Crisis. ~MIDLIFE CRISIS!?!?!?!?~*
He dove out of the limo after her, grabbing her by the arm, jerking her around to make her face him.
"What. The hell. Do you mean. By-"
She shrugged her shoulders, oblivious to the death grip he had on her arm. "Just that Momma's boys rarely ever backtalk their mothers over things so trivial."
He raised a hand, wanting to slap her, but forced himself to drop it back to his side.
"Midlife crisis," he repeated angrily, his eyes flashing and dark.
She nodded. "That's the only thing that I can think of, that's appropriate for those back in the limo."
He squeezed her arm harder, wanting to turn the skin blue, wanting to cut off the circulation.
"Trunks, usually, you're a sweet guy. Ever since last night-and granted in some way, you have a right to be pissed, but at ~me~, not Bulma. Ever since last night, you have been a complete asshole, really. I have never seen a mood swing like yours. Not even from women going through menopause! Which my grandmother is going through!" she hissed as an afterthought. She jerked her arm away from him, but didn't back down. "Listen, grow up and take it-whatever the hell ~it~ is-like a man."
He wanted to slap her. He wanted to rip her head off and piss on it while it was still warm.
He wanted her to experience this terrible pain that she had wrought, this pain that ate at his insides and wouldn't go away.
He forced himself to calm down. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Trunks," she said quietly, grabbing his arm and yanking him farther from the limo before he could make a greater ass of himself. "Listen, I know it's what's eating you, 'cause you're afraid that I'm going to squeal to my father and let him come after you. But I won't. You're too good a friend. Besides, I'm old enough to take care of myself. So you rejected me-big deal! You're still my best friend, and I would rather have that then something that probably wouldn't get much farther then dinner and a messy breakup. Alright? My dad doesn't know, and I intend to keep it that way, ok? So just relax."
He sighed, opened his eyes.
"Pan, it's not that it's-"
"Just remember that even if you ~did~ reject me, we're still friends, I understand, looking back, it ~was~ weird. Ok? I meant what I said last night, we're friends."
He ground his teeth, nodded.
"Now go apologize to your mother. She was on the verge of tears when I stormed out."
He shook his head.
"The bitch can apologize to me."
With that, he walked past her.
Midlife crisis his ass.
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A/N: Now remember class, review and you'll all get A's. Alright? You'll also keep a cocky piece of colored plastic from coming after you! (That was Chibi Trunks, I just paraphrased. ;P) Please peoples? Review? I get a kick out of em....I promise, I'll get to the romance eventually (to let you know, I never said this was a t/p, but I'm not saying it isn't either), and I'll get to what the hell is up with Trunks as soon as I figure it out. Ok? Ok.
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers