A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the reviews, you have no idea how
much they mean to me.
Here's the deal. Exams are next week, and I have to study my ass off. (Even
though I probably won't.-_-') So, I won't be updating for awhile.
~Oh! And I decided to do something special for the 100 reviewer. (Whoever
that might be.) Here's what you can do. In your review, give me a thought for
a little one-shot (about Gh/Vi of course! Not neccessarily this plot though.)
and, tell me your idea. (or what you want me to write about) and I will do my
best to bring your ideas to reality..Erm, sort of..
~And I realize that I'm not giving you all a fair advantage, seeing that, since
not all of you are on at the same time, so I will really think about the first 5
reviewer's thoughts, and decide which one I like best!
~Anyway, I'm in a shitty mood (My sister just stole our car and packed her
shit, and a lot of mine, and high tailed it out of our home. BITCH!) so, my
writing will, unfortunately, probably, reflect that.
Life sucks. But then, hey, I imagine dying does too.
Enough blabber, I'll put what you came here for up:
Presenting: A chapter about nothing, and something, and absolutely nothing
at the same time.
.Chapter 10..
*I'm going to miss you
I think you already knew that
When you passed on through the night
There I just sat,*
He'd done some pretty bad things in his life. He'd stolen cars, beaten up
children, taken things for granted, disrespected his elders, raped a few....
people.
...'A few' to him maybe, but, you have to understand that he was the kind of guy
who strived to do these things. His goals were to do these things.
And he had, 'done' them.
..He'd come to the conclusion that his life was always ment to be this way. That, for
some fucked up reason, that I certainly can't explain, he had a job, and, it wasn't his
fault that his job happened to make people miserable, and ruin lives forever. Because,
hell, he loved doing it, it was a good way of excersizing.
...He figured he lost a few calories a go, and at the rate he was going, he was
anorexic.
Now, I'm sure you all are wondering what, what kind of person would want to
do something like this. And I'm sure, deffinatley sure, I couldn't tell yah. But this guy
loved his 'job'.
..He did it with a passion. No pun intended of course.
...And he figured that the world was so fucked up already, what the hell would rape
make a difference to anyone. Except the families involved. But, he had decided long
ago, that if he found a woman desireable, and wanted her. He would sure as hell go
after her, and if she wasn't willing to give herself to him, he would just. Take it from
her.
...Just steal it away, like a looter pickpocketing a purse full of cash and baby
pictures.
..It was just like stealing.
..Take that woman for example.
Yes, that woman he had met, that night at that club, some boring conventional party
thing. She had been by far one of the prettiest things he had laid eyes on in quite
awhile. Her friend was pretty too, but looked beyond her prime, and not as easy to
catch. He had quickly concieved a plan in his mind, and working with,(Or without) the
bartenders help, fixed her up a drink fit for a queen.
...So, he had walked over, as slick as the hair gel, coating his hair, and had laid a
hand on her shoulder.
...And of course she had turned around, and granted him with a perfect view of her
pretty little eyes.
She had been shocked at how good looking he was, and had then played hard
to get, telling him he was married. She had soon bent to his will though, and 'allowed'
him to pull her gently outside.
...And he wasn't kidding when he said if he was her husband he wouldn't let
her set a foot, or toe, out of the bed. Whoever that man was, he was one stupid
bastard.
And was probably mourning for his wifes sorrow right now.
..But, that wasn't his problem, and he didn't care, though, he had to admit to himself,
he would like to taste her again.
Maybe he would, someday, when she had the guts to venture out of her little
home again.
...He had left no evidence at her disposal, she would have woken up,
disoriented, confused, and then it would have hit her.
BANG.....
OH SHIT! He smirked.
Well, that would have been a sight to see. To bad he had had to get out of there, or
he would have risked her seeing him.
And he couldn't have that.
Oh, no.
He couldn't have that.
....Yet...
~~~
So.... how do you tell your soul mate you are pregnant with another man's
child?
*I couldn't see your face at all
Though I knew that you were happy
Though now that you've passed on
I think I'm beginning to see...*
How do you expect the love of your life to respond?
*I'm beginning to get scared
I'm not afraid to say that much
I can feel your presence
And things of the such*
With a hug? With a kiss? How would you respond?
*It's beginning to frighten me
I just don't want to say
Though it's the way of life
Maybe then it was just your day*
Tell, yourself. It's just another day, just another day. Any minute you'll wake up and
be in your bed, discovering that your bad dream was just brought on from being to
tied up in your covers. And your husband, or wife, will come over and cuddle you,
asking you whats the matter. Reaching over to hold you tight.
*I'm missing you
It's going through
I'm afraid to speak
I don't wanna seem weak*
People will look at you though. Look at you. "See, there's the woman who is with
another man's child." They'll say. "What a man that Gohan must be to still look at
her." "What a man he must be to still sleep with her."
*It's getting too hard
I don't wanna know anymore
My emotions are affecting me
Right through to the core*
And then, you realize that you have failed. In everything you hoped would never
happen. Whats that saying, of Murphey's Law. "Everything that can go wrong, will."
*I know I have to be strong,
But it doesn't feel that way
But I'm going to try
...And come what may*
And what you want more than anything. Is for him to just love you.
Love you no matter what.
No matter what.
~~ ~
A/N: Yep, I suck. But hey, so does my life so I'm aloud to piss you guys
off a bit right? Incase you guys didn't realize, this is the rapist's point of
view. Well, kinda. And you guys. The rapist is seriously not Trunks.
Review, and I will update. Oh! and wish me luck no my exams, God knows I
need it.
Thankies,
Jaina.
much they mean to me.
Here's the deal. Exams are next week, and I have to study my ass off. (Even
though I probably won't.-_-') So, I won't be updating for awhile.
~Oh! And I decided to do something special for the 100 reviewer. (Whoever
that might be.) Here's what you can do. In your review, give me a thought for
a little one-shot (about Gh/Vi of course! Not neccessarily this plot though.)
and, tell me your idea. (or what you want me to write about) and I will do my
best to bring your ideas to reality..Erm, sort of..
~And I realize that I'm not giving you all a fair advantage, seeing that, since
not all of you are on at the same time, so I will really think about the first 5
reviewer's thoughts, and decide which one I like best!
~Anyway, I'm in a shitty mood (My sister just stole our car and packed her
shit, and a lot of mine, and high tailed it out of our home. BITCH!) so, my
writing will, unfortunately, probably, reflect that.
Life sucks. But then, hey, I imagine dying does too.
Enough blabber, I'll put what you came here for up:
Presenting: A chapter about nothing, and something, and absolutely nothing
at the same time.
.Chapter 10..
*I'm going to miss you
I think you already knew that
When you passed on through the night
There I just sat,*
He'd done some pretty bad things in his life. He'd stolen cars, beaten up
children, taken things for granted, disrespected his elders, raped a few....
people.
...'A few' to him maybe, but, you have to understand that he was the kind of guy
who strived to do these things. His goals were to do these things.
And he had, 'done' them.
..He'd come to the conclusion that his life was always ment to be this way. That, for
some fucked up reason, that I certainly can't explain, he had a job, and, it wasn't his
fault that his job happened to make people miserable, and ruin lives forever. Because,
hell, he loved doing it, it was a good way of excersizing.
...He figured he lost a few calories a go, and at the rate he was going, he was
anorexic.
Now, I'm sure you all are wondering what, what kind of person would want to
do something like this. And I'm sure, deffinatley sure, I couldn't tell yah. But this guy
loved his 'job'.
..He did it with a passion. No pun intended of course.
...And he figured that the world was so fucked up already, what the hell would rape
make a difference to anyone. Except the families involved. But, he had decided long
ago, that if he found a woman desireable, and wanted her. He would sure as hell go
after her, and if she wasn't willing to give herself to him, he would just. Take it from
her.
...Just steal it away, like a looter pickpocketing a purse full of cash and baby
pictures.
..It was just like stealing.
..Take that woman for example.
Yes, that woman he had met, that night at that club, some boring conventional party
thing. She had been by far one of the prettiest things he had laid eyes on in quite
awhile. Her friend was pretty too, but looked beyond her prime, and not as easy to
catch. He had quickly concieved a plan in his mind, and working with,(Or without) the
bartenders help, fixed her up a drink fit for a queen.
...So, he had walked over, as slick as the hair gel, coating his hair, and had laid a
hand on her shoulder.
...And of course she had turned around, and granted him with a perfect view of her
pretty little eyes.
She had been shocked at how good looking he was, and had then played hard
to get, telling him he was married. She had soon bent to his will though, and 'allowed'
him to pull her gently outside.
...And he wasn't kidding when he said if he was her husband he wouldn't let
her set a foot, or toe, out of the bed. Whoever that man was, he was one stupid
bastard.
And was probably mourning for his wifes sorrow right now.
..But, that wasn't his problem, and he didn't care, though, he had to admit to himself,
he would like to taste her again.
Maybe he would, someday, when she had the guts to venture out of her little
home again.
...He had left no evidence at her disposal, she would have woken up,
disoriented, confused, and then it would have hit her.
BANG.....
OH SHIT! He smirked.
Well, that would have been a sight to see. To bad he had had to get out of there, or
he would have risked her seeing him.
And he couldn't have that.
Oh, no.
He couldn't have that.
....Yet...
~~~
So.... how do you tell your soul mate you are pregnant with another man's
child?
*I couldn't see your face at all
Though I knew that you were happy
Though now that you've passed on
I think I'm beginning to see...*
How do you expect the love of your life to respond?
*I'm beginning to get scared
I'm not afraid to say that much
I can feel your presence
And things of the such*
With a hug? With a kiss? How would you respond?
*It's beginning to frighten me
I just don't want to say
Though it's the way of life
Maybe then it was just your day*
Tell, yourself. It's just another day, just another day. Any minute you'll wake up and
be in your bed, discovering that your bad dream was just brought on from being to
tied up in your covers. And your husband, or wife, will come over and cuddle you,
asking you whats the matter. Reaching over to hold you tight.
*I'm missing you
It's going through
I'm afraid to speak
I don't wanna seem weak*
People will look at you though. Look at you. "See, there's the woman who is with
another man's child." They'll say. "What a man that Gohan must be to still look at
her." "What a man he must be to still sleep with her."
*It's getting too hard
I don't wanna know anymore
My emotions are affecting me
Right through to the core*
And then, you realize that you have failed. In everything you hoped would never
happen. Whats that saying, of Murphey's Law. "Everything that can go wrong, will."
*I know I have to be strong,
But it doesn't feel that way
But I'm going to try
...And come what may*
And what you want more than anything. Is for him to just love you.
Love you no matter what.
No matter what.
~~ ~
A/N: Yep, I suck. But hey, so does my life so I'm aloud to piss you guys
off a bit right? Incase you guys didn't realize, this is the rapist's point of
view. Well, kinda. And you guys. The rapist is seriously not Trunks.
Review, and I will update. Oh! and wish me luck no my exams, God knows I
need it.
Thankies,
Jaina.