Love me Not is about a young girl that was raped by a cruel saiyan and runs off. During the Saiyan Mating Season, she gets attacked again. It's going to have Chi-Chi, Bulma, and all the other girls. Its about how they deal with life in school with the saiyans. Espacially with General Kakkarott, Turles, Nappa, Raditz and Prince Vegeta Please read and review. This story is going to be.....angsty, I Wouldn't really call this happy!....more on the lines of depressing really.

-Love me Not-

Pick the petals...

"He loves me...."

Yellow light halo's..

We are a never be

"He loves me not..."

Maybe?

For the Love I sought...

It's a light that I'll never see...

"He cares......"

I can read it in his eyes...

I see how he fares..

Sad with last Goodbye's

"He never takes notice..."

He looks the other way when Im crying...

Life is not bliss...

When inside you're dying..

"He feels...."

He held me and embraced...

ut a black heart never feels...

Good is never chased....

Give me a kiss....

For this love So I have thought...

I wish you lived in pure hell as this....

Love me not

Rain..........the rain. The tears of Heaven. Oh, how they fall. They fall on one, on one whose innocence is lost. Gone. Stolen....Yes, stolen. The girl staggered throughout the streets, limping, falling. Without a edge to lean against. Without a shoulder to lean on and cry to. Lonely. Yes, she had a family. But the key word is had. They all died. Terrible thing really. They all died in a car accident three years ago. She had moved in with her Aunt and Uncle. Yet they were drug addicts. Why stay? Unfortunately she had no other place to go to. If it were up to her, she'd rather go to an orphanage, at least she'd have other people to talk to. Luckily for her, Bulma offered her to live with her, she took up on the offer. She had went back to get her stuff, that didn't seem like her wisest decision now. But now, all she could only hear, feel, remember....and smell........HIM.

His face replayed in her mind. Again and again and again. He'd wouldn't stop. Just laughing at her....and laughing..and laughing.....and laughing. 'Fuck you.......!", she growled fiercly, "Fuck this.....", throwing her arms up in the air, "FUCK THAT AND FUCK EVERTHING AND EVERYONE....FUCK IT ALL!". Thunder boomed, shaking the stillness in the streets. There wasn't much people out. It was late. She got a few stares from some men, who laughed. Laughing at....her! She spun around and gave a glare, a glare so frightenly serious and deadly for such a young innocent girl, that the men cowered away, disappearing into the shadows of the barren streets. The thing was, she wasn't innocent. She was never, and she most certaintly wasn't now.

Innocent is a word. A word whose meaning is hardly ever meant much to her. Never. She was one to fight, live, run free. She was rebellious. Her name was Lau Terri Galling. She liked her name. Her initials LTG, she made a nickname out of it. Lite The Gaze. Her friends called her that. She was like a burning fire. Hot..burning fire. Fire that stretched and touched those who dared simmer it. Those who dared, burned. Those who succeeded, wouldn't win entirely. They'd loose in a way.

The blood washed off her body. She knew it. Never wear a strapless dress in New York city! It's like tossing money to a poor mans, and then keeping it to yourself, Or putting food by a man whose starved, his body brittle and just bones, and refusing to give any. In her case, it was putting a body, a woman's body, in a provacative way, and flaunting it in the eyes of a hungry-sex-diprived man. Men couldn't help it. But they should. Should she not wear what she wants without having to be worried about stares...comments or.....attacks!? Sluts....well how they dressed is different. Oh fuck that! she thought., I don't need to think about this crap. Then again, she wasn't talking about men, or human men for that matter. She was talking about...saiyans!

Filthy..Disgusting.....horrible...putrid....beings of self-endulgence and bringers of pain and hurt. No caring or sympathy for the other people around them. They only cared for themselves. Those petty bastards. Those fucken bastards. She dreaded them. In school, she always noticed, In Public places, she always noticed, and in the presence of saiyans....she always noticed.....that people happened to notice her more than the other bodies. The saiyans would look at her and smirk, they would come up to her and slide their arms around her. They would hug her from behind and lean to kiss her neck. Either that, or they'd come and slap her ass. Touch her chest. Or anything else they could do to her.

A saiyan raped her. A FUCKEN SAIYAN. "I FUCKEN HATE THEM ALL!", she screamed with sobs. The streets didn't turn yellow and orange....when the Sun came up. For her they stayed the still gray, the barren black..and dreaded red that covered her body. Blood.

I hate it when Angels don't lift you up...

But leave you drowning in the rain