Geminus has changed from its originally intended Humor to Angst. The story has taken a path that I had not intended when the idea for the story hit me, however, as the words escaped so easily from my fingers, I have no complaints. Although, I do completely blame this turn of events on my mother...even though she has no idea that I'm doing this and couldn't care less...

Standard disclaimer: If I owned DB, DBZ or DBGT, *clears throat* DO YOU THINK I WOULD ACTUALLY BE DOING THIS FOR FREE???!!!! I DON'T THINK SO, PEOPLE!! What is that? You think I would? HA! That's hilarious!!!

Geminus

by: youkaiprincess

Chapter 1

Dusk: Prelude to the Night

People say I'm beautiful. Together with my sister, supposedly one of the most beautiful females on Earth. People say my life is perfect. I have surpassed my mother's intellect (or so my grandfather says), I have a beauty that is envied, I have enough money to feed most of the starving people in the world and still be rich. My life must be the epitome of happiness, just as I am of perfection in their eyes. I wonder what everyone would think if they could see into me, the tight, black knot that resides inside my chest, eating away at my entrails and killing me from the inside out. The knot caused by fear and the great anger characteristic of my kind.

I am painfully afraid of failure. I cannot fail. I must not fail. I cannot bear to let down my father. My mother. All the expectations the world has dumped on me must be met. I must not fail. I cannot fail. For what will happen if I do? I will be left with nothing. I will be nothing. I am nothing but what others expect from me. What do I expect from myself? Not to fail. Not to let down anyone, no more, no less. Ha, my goal in life has become to please everyone. I say "stay true to oneself". What a hypocrite I am... for, how can I stay true to myself, if there is not a myself? I am nothing. Nothing but a compilation of what people think me to be, of what they expect me to be.
Looking at me, you would never guess that my life is less than perfect. Never know about the anger that boils deep within my soul. Anger towards everyone who thinks they know me but in reality doesn't understand at all. Towards my mother, for, although I was borne from her womb, she is one of these clueless people. But, most of all, towards myself, for not letting my true self come out, whatever it may be. The least I could do, would be to show my anger and despair, yet I don't.
I can't blame everyone. I can't blame Trunks, my dear brother. Although he loves to tease Bra and me, and is overly protective of us, I love him with all my heart. I have the suspicion that he's not as ignorant about my condition as I'd like to think. I think he sometimes catches glimpses of the fact that I am not what I appear to be. My sister cannot be blamed. She, being my twin, has a slight understanding of the darkness that battles within my soul. But I am like a fog to her; she is aware that something is there, yet she can't quite see it. Sometimes she manages to reach out and touch it, and, although it never lasts long, is able to give me some comfort. She understands my wishes and continues my charade, acting like I am the happy, fun-loving girl everyone believes me to be. The girl I only am, sometimes, with her or Trunks. Thanks to Bra, few people have been able to see through my façade.
Mother, on the other hand, has seldom seen any hints to the reality I live in, and when she does, she almost always refuses to acknowledge them. She knows I can harbor great anger, and she thinks she understands, but, in all reality, she has no idea. How could she, when she does not listen? During our last fight, I pointed this fact out to her... and she couldn't answer. The only times she bothers to listen in when I come home from school crying. That has happened only twice. Both times, I was unimaginably depressed, and problems with my friends had sent me over the border. She thinks she ahs seen me at my angriest, in the darkest depths of despair. She's seen nothing. With my power, if I ever let my darkest emotions completely loose, the planet would be in danger. I can NEVER lose control, for if I do, I will lose everything I love, even if I do despise it at the same time.
I think Dad understands. He looks at me differently than how he looks at my siblings. He knows Bra is her mother's daughter, while I am my father's. Trunks has proven to be strong in every aspect, and Dad is not worried about him. Yet, when he looks at me, he seems to see through the barriers I've erected to shut everyone away from the real me. He has been there himself, he should know. My father has suffered greatly during his life, and our situations have been completely opposite. While I have been surrounded by light, yet harbor emotions as dark as my obsidian hair, the Saiyan no Ouji grew up with a cursed evil all around him. The shadows he absorbed from his surroundings continually battled with a light, though. A light that was not soft and caring like the one around me, but the sharp and cool light of his pride and the memory of what it had been. He managed to find the comfort he needed to make the brightness win in Mom, though. But Daddy has never been one to talk, and even though he gives me a feeling of safety, I know I have to deal with this, like he did. He had help, though. Who will save me?

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Okay, this story started with the objective of being humorous, and now I have strayed far from that path, exploring Katana's mind. Oh, well, it's my story. I don't like how the prologue looks now, ff.net messed it up... or maybe I did, I dunno. I'm barely figuring out how this works, so I have an excuse. Hopefully, this one will actually look how I wrote it. I'll go back and fix the last chapter, anyways... Oh yeah, and I have decided I'll put this at the end of all my chapters (or at least try to... -_-; ) :

Author's pick: *super chirpy voice* This week...an author from ff.net:
Anyone who likes Cardcaptor Sakura should read any of syaoransbear's
stories. She may not have too many, but they're of good quality, quite
entertaining. So go see her quick-like bunny (a saying I have gotten
from her @_@ )!!! It's good stuff!!! *announcer's voice* On the next chapter of Geminus... Bra's relationship with her sister is explored, as is how she and the rest of the family deal with Katana's internal struggles.