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Title: Sane
Chapter Title: Meet the Madman
Author: EC-Chan
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Disclaimer: Don't own Dragonball Z.
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SLAM!
A strong force drove her into the hard wall, causing her to cry out in rage and pain. One strong arm gripped her throat while the other pointed a sword into her milky white flesh.
"Give up."
His voice was thick and slurred, pushing the two syllables together so they came out in a half-sneer, half-gasp. She shook her head, silent tears falling down her already mud-caked cheeks, gasping as the sword dug into her flesh, drawing pure red blood. His hand clenched into her throat, cutting off her airway and now only a slight gasp of air could struggle through her already tightened throat.
"Give. Up!"
He punctuated the syllables now as if they pained him, but again she shook her head. Her throat felt like it would burst like a balloon from both lack of air and the fact that there was a sword stabbing painfully into it as well. She was going to die- she knew this, but she didn't care. She was going to die.
And then- miraculously- the man stepped back, and released, the girl fell to the ground, clutching her neck and gasping for breath. She looked up at him, confusion icing her eyes, a haggard open jaw attempting to clench in either fear or anger. It didn't matter.
The man tightened his grip, lifted his hand backwards as if to sheaf his sword, but one thought caught him in his act. Stopped even his own heart from beating- she was going to die. And then the sword was falling in a lazy arc as if it were a pausing carnival ride that had simply been waiting for gravity to take its toll.
A horrid gasping, silence, and then a thump as her body fell to the ground. Dead.
He staggered backwards from the girl, his metallic sword dripping her blood from its normally clean visage. There was no way he could stop it, he told him: she was going to die. It was written, wasn't? All the deaths were written. All names were told to him…..! She deserved to die…..
"Or perhaps," His conscious told him. "It was not her, but you that deserved this."
"No," He shook his head, breathing hard now, black eyes nervously darting to the still figure- a thick puddle of red slowly pooling out of her. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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"I swear! When I get my hands on that child!" Chi Chi fumed, yanking a pile of logs forcibly from their neatly arranged stack. "Yes Grandma," She mimicked. "I'll be over half an hour before the ceremony Grandma- you know I wouldn't miss helping you for the world!"
With a growl of anger she kicked the door open, and stuffed the logs without further ado into the slowly heating stove. She turned to the vegetables and began to take her anger out on them, "Just great! Not only does Goten swear to me that he was too busy to help out today, but now my so called Granddaughter doesn't show up when she's supposed to! Probably out with Bura somewhere-."
"Grandma!" A voice cried cheerfully, walking into the doorway, and tugging a timid Bura behind her.
Chi Chi whirled on the girl, clenching the knife she had just been using even tighter then before and pointing it at her tardy Granddaughter. "And just Bwhere/B have you been useless girl?"
"Bura wanted to come with me," Pan said cheerfully- the two girls had been dating now for a few months and Chi Chi was still not too happy about it. "So I had to go pick her up. And then she couldn't fly so I had to carry her! You're lucky I could get her at all!"
"You promised you would help Ime/I out today Son Pan!" Chi Chi said sternly. "If you couldn't make it on time to get that-that girl! Then you shouldn't have went to get her at all! I needed you to help me with all this," She pointed angrily at the unprepared food with her knife. "Now I'll never get it in on time! Pah! What is with children these days?"
"Sorry Grandma," Pan chirped, pulling Bura towards the food and grabbing a knife. "But with B-Chan here too I'm sure we'll more then make up for the lost time!"
Chi Chi frowned, stared at Bura for a moment and then looked back at her vegetables, chopping them with double the speed as before. If Pan noticed she remained cheerfully unconcerned, and Bura only sighed and grabbed her own knife.
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Marron twirled around in front of the mirror, smiling as her pure white gown swirled around her. She loved this dress…. She loved the groom. And she loved the church. What else could she ask for? Pulling her silky blonde hair behind her, she wondered when the hairdresser arrived.
She didn't understand why he hadn't been in to see her yet- as well as she couldn't understand why no one else was in the room. They had all grown quiet and left her standing there, saying that they needed to check something out. They could have at least left Bsomeone/B with her!
Frowning now, she sat down on the stool she had just been standing on. How could she be so incredibly bored on her wedding day? It was so incredibly unfair and not right and she had half a mind to go out there right now and tell everyone off for just abandoning her like this, but the future wife of Trunks Vegeta Briefs could never do anything- not with all of the media filming this…..even if they weren't- she had more dignity then that and she refused to act like a spoiled child.
So she continued to sit there- minutes crawling by, but eventually she dozed off. She didn't know when she did or how she could- how could she forget herself like that? What if someone had walked into the room and found her sleeping like a baby? But when she awoke, her first conscious thought was not of berating herself, but of wondering why she wasn't alone. Wondering who that man standing in front of her was.
And then there was darkness.
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Okay…. I've never done T/M so leave me alone *glares at random people* And this was completely random…. Dunno where I'm going to go with this- I'm sorry if you don't like f/f relationships, but I felt like writing one;;; It probably won't remain B/P ……….. Depends on your reviews ^^;
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