+++Disclaimer+++
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 3+++
So Serena and I had unordinary but not too terrible childhoods. It was high school that got to us, I think. Yeah, Orange Star went straight to our heads. If we thought we had felt rejected before, we were in for a crude awakening. Everyone in high school had heard rumors about us, horrible ones, mostly about Serena, things about how she killed her brother and father, and how I'd helped. Yeah, right. First of all, Goku was dead when she was born. And second, well, it tortured Serena more than anything to see her older brother die, so why in the hell would she assist in bringing more pain to herself? But kids will be kids, I suppose, and that was how we put up with things. We dealt with it rather well, I guess. Having no friends didn't bother us, and since we were through puberty (damn the pre- teenage years suck ass), we didn't bother each other so much anymore. Instead we kind of clung to each other, as if maybe, just maybe if we let go, the other one would fade away forever. We went out to get drinks together on Friday nights, and we combined our record and CD collections so that it would look like we had more music to listen to than we did. In reality, there were only a few records out of those couple hundred that we even bothered with, and those were the ones that really hit you hard right in the gut.
With no friends, no high school partying, no going to dances, no playing school sports, Serena and I were afraid of being left along for the rest of our lives, and so we made sure that we were always with the other. We watched films together, and we trained together. We would take turns reading books we bought; I would read one, and she would read a different one, then we would exchange and start all over again. And we like things like that, so things stayed like that. Until Chi-Chi died.
Serena and I were at school practicing for Orange Star High Graduation the following weekend; we were going to take the subway home since neither of us felt much like flying. Practice went fairly well; Keith, this popular but clumsy jock, got tangled up in the stage curtains and a few sandbags came crashing down onto his back. It gave us something to laugh about when there wasn't normally much that could do so. When the two of us got onto the subway train afterwards, we ended up playing the usual game we play when we're bored, called Top Five. It's not much of a game, really, just kind of an immature thing we like to do to pass the time. Serena'll say something like "Top five favorite movies featuring a tomboy character!" And then I'll list off mine, and she'll list off hers, and sometimes she'll give me a sub-question, like, "How many of those films had a star that was later charged for drug scandals?" Yeah, we have fun with it, and we take turns saying questions.
So we play a few rounds of Top Five, and we even get a couple of the blokes next to us to join in, too. Until we reach the stop in front of Chi- Chi's workplace (she's a bank teller), where Serena and I get off wide-eyed and jaws-dropped. The whole bank is burned down to the ground, firefighters and ambulances and police are everywhere, people crying about 'those blasted monsters who kill the innocent'. And Serena, well, she goes berserk. Tries to run into the remains of the building, screaming "Mama" and "I love you" and reaching her hands towards the flames, wanting, hoping, praying that her mother is still alive, when she and I both know good and well in our hearts that Chi-Chi being alright would be impossible.
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 3+++
So Serena and I had unordinary but not too terrible childhoods. It was high school that got to us, I think. Yeah, Orange Star went straight to our heads. If we thought we had felt rejected before, we were in for a crude awakening. Everyone in high school had heard rumors about us, horrible ones, mostly about Serena, things about how she killed her brother and father, and how I'd helped. Yeah, right. First of all, Goku was dead when she was born. And second, well, it tortured Serena more than anything to see her older brother die, so why in the hell would she assist in bringing more pain to herself? But kids will be kids, I suppose, and that was how we put up with things. We dealt with it rather well, I guess. Having no friends didn't bother us, and since we were through puberty (damn the pre- teenage years suck ass), we didn't bother each other so much anymore. Instead we kind of clung to each other, as if maybe, just maybe if we let go, the other one would fade away forever. We went out to get drinks together on Friday nights, and we combined our record and CD collections so that it would look like we had more music to listen to than we did. In reality, there were only a few records out of those couple hundred that we even bothered with, and those were the ones that really hit you hard right in the gut.
With no friends, no high school partying, no going to dances, no playing school sports, Serena and I were afraid of being left along for the rest of our lives, and so we made sure that we were always with the other. We watched films together, and we trained together. We would take turns reading books we bought; I would read one, and she would read a different one, then we would exchange and start all over again. And we like things like that, so things stayed like that. Until Chi-Chi died.
Serena and I were at school practicing for Orange Star High Graduation the following weekend; we were going to take the subway home since neither of us felt much like flying. Practice went fairly well; Keith, this popular but clumsy jock, got tangled up in the stage curtains and a few sandbags came crashing down onto his back. It gave us something to laugh about when there wasn't normally much that could do so. When the two of us got onto the subway train afterwards, we ended up playing the usual game we play when we're bored, called Top Five. It's not much of a game, really, just kind of an immature thing we like to do to pass the time. Serena'll say something like "Top five favorite movies featuring a tomboy character!" And then I'll list off mine, and she'll list off hers, and sometimes she'll give me a sub-question, like, "How many of those films had a star that was later charged for drug scandals?" Yeah, we have fun with it, and we take turns saying questions.
So we play a few rounds of Top Five, and we even get a couple of the blokes next to us to join in, too. Until we reach the stop in front of Chi- Chi's workplace (she's a bank teller), where Serena and I get off wide-eyed and jaws-dropped. The whole bank is burned down to the ground, firefighters and ambulances and police are everywhere, people crying about 'those blasted monsters who kill the innocent'. And Serena, well, she goes berserk. Tries to run into the remains of the building, screaming "Mama" and "I love you" and reaching her hands towards the flames, wanting, hoping, praying that her mother is still alive, when she and I both know good and well in our hearts that Chi-Chi being alright would be impossible.