Love Uninhibited

Ryo Angel

Rated PG-13

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Sister. I... have a sister... no. Not really. I sat in the background as I watched

her lean towards Goten, laughing, smiling, flirting. I studied her - rich dark

blue hair, turquoise eyes that shines. Her mouth was now drawn to a small

pout. It was her birthday today. The instant she walked in through the door,

everyone had jumped up and yelled surprise. The look on her face was

priceless, yet now she looks ready to cry, in despair. Nonchalantly, I inched

my way to eavesdrop, my skills perfected by so many years of hanging

around in the streets. No one noticed. No one, but perhaps Father.

Mother was right, I resemble Father in many ways. Our scars are the same,

encaged in tragedy and horror, growing up with only the intent to survive. And

yet, we are complete opposite. I had known love all my life. Mother had always

made it clear that no matter what happens, she will always be there, she will

always love me. A mother's love is eternal... but Father... he was taken away,

pain was his only reward for doing well.

"What are you saying, Goten?" Her voice held a trace of pain, so low that I

doubt he could have detected it. Especially if he had came from Goku's line.

"I have a girlfriend already, Bra. She's really nice too." He grinned as he

stuffed himself on cake and ice-cream. No one noticed her downcast eyes as

her face broke into a soft smile. She intrigues me. She also have a bit of Father

in her as well. I looked away and stared at my other self. Is this my past or my

future? My reality or another? He looks so much like me, yet he has not

suffered the pains that I did. He had the love of both parent's, though one would

deny it, Father was always there for him, whenever he needed him, Father was

always there for my other self.

The Z fighters were always there. Gohan, my mentor... I searched for him in the

crowd of friends and relations and found him with one arm wrapped around a

black-haired petite woman. Vidal Satan, I believe. They also have a daughter...

if memory serves me correctly. Pan. Heh. Mischief maker. Out of the corner of

my eyes, I saw Bra stole away out the side door. No one will miss me. I

walked silently outside, just in time to see her fly off. Hiding my ki, I took off

after her, staying far away enough so she would not be able to see me should

she look behind her. But she didn't. She merely flew onwards, passing many

beautiful lakes and green lush meadows. She finally landed on a small island

overflowing with large wildflowers. She walked over to a well worn out grove

and sat down. "Don't you know it's rude to follow people." She said aloud,

without a glance in my hidden spot behind a tree. "Just come out, Trunks."

I considered it and just as I was about to, I heard my other side's voice. "Jeesh,

Bra. I know you're hurting..."

"Am not!" She denied loudly. "I just wanted a bit of peace, is all."

A shuffle and then a loud sigh, "Look, I know you really like Goten, but he's

completely clueless that you even like him."

I can imagine her eyes now, blurry with unshed tears, yet aflamed with anger.

"Don't tell me what to do, Trunks. Like you're any better than me! It's always

Marron this, Marron that, but she has NO idea!"

Silence.

"Trunks," she began.

"You're right." He interrupted. "Tell you what. You tell Goten you like him, and

I'll tell Marron."

Bra snorted, "He already has a girlfriend, a Yashu or Yasa or something like

that."

Yasu! My eyes opened wide and I listened intently.

Trunks laughed. "It's Yas'a." He corrected, my heart continued to beat. I had

promised to forget her, yet my heart stopped at the mention of her name. My

eyes closed and I could see her in my mind vivdly. Her smile, her laughter,

they brought sunlight into my life, yet she betrayed me. Betrayed me bitterly.

Anger ripped through me as my eyes opened, but I forced it down. No more

anger. I have to let go. "Chikuso." I whispered as I saw Bra and Trunks in front

of me, curiousity and slight anger in their eyes.

"Why were you following us?" Bra demanded.

My eyes narrowed slightly, but my face remained passive, "Yes." I admitted.

I have nothing to hide. "I wanted to get away." My voice was soft, a hint of

defense. "I'll be going now." Before they could say another word, I took off,

where? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

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"Weird." I muttered as I watched him fly off. Turning to Trunks, I poked him in

the stomach, "Well, brother dearest, shall we go back to MY party?"

He smiled down at me, "Dad was right when he said you were a brat." Laughing,

he took off into the air and with a pout, I followed, my brother's face embedded

in my mind, yet, not my brother. This is so confusing. Mom explained briefly

how he's from the future where the androids had destroyed their world. And he

had traveled to the past and tried to change it. But his present didn't change...

Ah! Too damn confusing. And all this on my birthday too! Damn Dede! Always

out to make my life miserable.

As I landed on the grass, I noticed that the GR was on. Dad's probably in there

training again. Angered, I marched over there and punched in the passcode. He

promised me he wouldn't train. I walked in and turned around blushing scarlet.

Oops...

"Knock first." A soft and lithe voice drifted to me seconds later.

My mouth was drawn into a tight pout, "How was I suppose to know you're in

there?!" I demanded. "And why the hell aren't you wearing any clothes??"

No answer, I felt him as he brushed past me, fully clothed. I grabbed his arm

and took a step back as his eyes landed on me. "What I do is my business,

none of yours." His eyes flickered to my hand on him and I let go. He looked

so much like father with that face, so cold and deadly.

"Just because you're from the future doesn't mean you can mess up my past."

I muttered. If he heard, he gave no sign of it. My day's ruined. Sighing, I walked

back into the house.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I looked up at Mom's concerned face.

"Damn brother." I muttered as I stalked into my room. I blinked once. "What

are you doing?" I asked him.

He looked at me with the same cool eyes. "Nothing." He started towards the

door, but I blocked it. He stared at me.

"What were you doing here?" I asked again, folding my arms, my eyes

searching for anything amiss.

His eyes shifted down, left, right, then back at my face. "Nothing." He took

another step, but I stood firm.

"You were doing something here and I demand to know what it was!" Anger was

building up as I stared at his face. Nothing. There was nothing there. It was

starting to get creepy. He may have my brother's features, but his face was his

own. "I... I..." Swallowing, I shivered slightly. Why do I feel a slight chill in here?

He continue to stare at me, a small smile then appeared. "Dresser." He said in

his soft voice.

I looked towards my dresser and saw a small package in there. I looked at him

questioningly.

"Happy Birthday." Was all he said as he brushed past me, another shiver shot

through me. I stared stupidly at the empty door, my arms hanging limply at my

side.

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Long chappy this time... kinda. I think I'll make the rest of the story like this, a shift of POV .

I guess I can do a lemon, but too many of you guys will hurt me... I think... ah well, whatever.

emily - Thankies ^^

Supaa Saiyajin Trinity - What are you confused about? Does this chapter clear things

up a bit?