Yeah Destiny Called…..
Summary: What's this? Trunks, Goten in a band?! A punk rock band? What will happen between Trunks and Pan……but what's the deal with a girl in a band named Dace? What will happen between Goten and Bra? Will the band members Interfere? But hold up. Vegeta-sei? Time machine? What the hell are these teenagers doing? Well you just have to read and find out.
Characters: Goten, Trunks, Pan, Bra, and I guess the rest of the Z gang……plus my
characters.
Rated: R w/quite a bit of language, so if you're younger then uh 14 I guess then go
talk to your parents about the birds and the bees / its not there yet though
Note: The music is not mine, when it is I will write it before the song. Also the first few chapters may be a bit boring, but I will ope it up more later...
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MEMORIES
*********
"Ready?" Dace the17 ½ year old with dark red hair (mixture of red and black) asked. Just about the same height as Goten but a little shorter. She's also half saiyan, and very proness. She's what some people would call a punker or a hard rocker; she has a regular slender figure that goes along with the way she dresses. And deep black eyes mixed with red, like her brother Owen's but his is tinted green.
"Yeah." The group agreed at the same time.
*Music starts to play in the open area of Capsule Corp.'s yard.*
Dace on her electric guitar, Owen and Goten on the drums, Trunks on another electric guitar, and Pan on the base.
"She clings to me like selafane,
Fake plastic submarine,
Slowly driving me insane,
But now that's over.
So what if the sex is great,
Just a temporary escape,"
Dace and Trunks worked their guitars, while Owen and Goten pounded the shit out of there drums.
"Another thing I coulda hate,
But now that's over.
Why?
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be
It's what she'll do right now
She'll do right now
I used to hang on every word
Each lie was more absurd
Kept me so insecure
But now that's over
She taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then she taught me how to cuss
That bitch its over
You know I used to be
Such a nice boy
Why ?
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be it's
What she'll do right now
*guitar solo by Trunks who worked it vigorously*
She clings to me like selafane
Fake plastic submarine
She's driving me insane
But now that's over
Now that's over
Why
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be
It's what she'll do right now
She'll do right now
Right now
Oh……right now"
*song ends with Pan and Dace dragging off the last few keys*
Trunks finished singing right before the music died.
"You've gotten better you guys." Dace said as she grabbed her water and started to chug it.
"Not to bad yourself." Trunks said with a toothy grin, and trying to get some of Daces water and trying to grab it while she dodged.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Dace said as she moved her hand to motion it away, also handing him the water which he took.
"So are you guys up for one more?" Pan asked setting her soda down.
Dace tilted her head in thought.
"Well that's completely up to you guys. 'Cuss I don't mind." Trunks replied.
Owen and Goten shrugged, and started making conversation about chicks on the beach in bikinis playing volley ball.
"Well it's up to you Dace." Pan said looking at the thinking Dace.
"I guess." She said shrugging.
"Ok I'll be nice, you pick the song." Trunks said as he picked up his guitar and pick.
"Ok then I guess I'll be singing it to." Dace smirked.
"What?!" Trunks said taken aback.
"You said I get to choose the song, so why not the one I wrote? Which includes me singing it." She said making her point.
"Fine you win."
"Ok Sustained Death, I guess were singing 'All That's Left'" Dace said then all the band members smirked.
*music starts once again*
"one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came
we hid the truth beneath our skin but
our shadows never looked the same
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead!
and when we couldn't stop the bleeding (echo)
we held our hearts over the flame (echo)
we couldn't help but call it treason
treason !!!
after that we couldn't fill our frames
after that our shadows never looked the same
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead
*guitar solo with drums*
in summers past we'd challenge fate
with higher pitch and perfect aim
and standing fast, we'd radiate
a light we loved but never named
but the answers never came
our shadows never looked the same
YEAH!!!!
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead
a ghost of everything we thought but never said
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the ones who lost our faith
we dug ourselves an early grave
we are the dead
can we be saved?!!!"
*song ends*
Bulma and Bra stood clapping in front of the little makeshift stage that only stood half a foot off the grass.
"That was great you guys." Bulma said smiling and stopped clapping. "Have you thought about going professional?"
"I don't think were that good." Pan, Goten, and Owen all said at the same time, then laughed.
"….actually I did give some of our music to a few contractors. And they like it." Dace said while she stood looking at the three who stopped laughing.
"THEY WHAT?!!!!!!" Pan burst out excitedly. "THEY LIKED OUR MUSIC?!!"
"Yeah were going to be famous!!!!!" Goten burst out giving Owen a high five.
"Were gonna be famous!!! Were gonna be famous!!!" Goten and Owen both chanted together.
"Well I'm so happy for you all, but I just came out here to say lunch is…….." Bulma stopped when four blurs went past her just at the mention of food.
Bulma and Bra turned to walk inside, then Bulma stopped. But Bra just kept walking and got into the kitchen with the four other hungry saiyans.
"You going to eat Dace?" Bulma asked with a look of concern on her face as she watched the young teen pack up her stuff and put her sunglasses on.
"Nah Bulma, I just wanna go think over some stuff alone." She replied as she slid her Happy Tree Friends sweatshirt over her head, and over her black wife-beater.
"Don't you want something to eat before you go?" Bulma asked awkwardly.
"No its ok, I'll just grab something on the way." She said making sure her band patches were still attached to her sweatshirt.(aka: Dead Kennedys, Thrice, Rancid, Metallica, offspring…ect.)
"Dace, its not like you to give up food, and not say goodbye to the band."
"Bulma… just don't worry too much, I'm fine." She went up and hugged Bulma goodbye. "Thanks for letting us practice here, see ya." Dace picked up her guitar case, capsuled it then went flying out of site.
"Poor girl, something's wrong." Bulma mumbled as she walked back to the house where the hungry saiyans were eating.
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"Damn nosy people…" Dace mumbled to herself as she kept flying, with no particular destination.
'There not nosy, there just caring.' The good inner voice said.
'Ah shut up twit, there annoying.' The bad inner voice said mockingly to the good.
'No they love me.'
'Who gives a rats ass if they love me or not there fucking annoying.'
Dace's inner voices went on for a while until it just started to piss her off. "OK YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP." She yelled at herself.
'Sorry' Both of the voices replied and shut up the rest of the way to nowhere.
"Mom…" A tear rolled down Dace's cheek as she was trying to find a way to a secluded destination.
Two years ago, the same day, Dace and Owen's mother died of a heart disease, even though her mother was saiyan, and saiyan could not get sick, her mother just got unlucky. It crushed her heart, and for the past two years it always came back to haunt her on the same fateful day. Her older brother was not that much of a help when she needed support, hell he wasn't much help with anything but fighting, and consumption of food. So she just learned to deal with it. By flying somewhere not close to civilization and cry and blow things up, which usually made her feel better…Fortunently Owen wasn't effected by the day…well that she new of at least.
Little did Dace know, she would not spend the rest of the day alone like she had planned.
Summary: What's this? Trunks, Goten in a band?! A punk rock band? What will happen between Trunks and Pan……but what's the deal with a girl in a band named Dace? What will happen between Goten and Bra? Will the band members Interfere? But hold up. Vegeta-sei? Time machine? What the hell are these teenagers doing? Well you just have to read and find out.
Characters: Goten, Trunks, Pan, Bra, and I guess the rest of the Z gang……plus my
characters.
Rated: R w/quite a bit of language, so if you're younger then uh 14 I guess then go
talk to your parents about the birds and the bees / its not there yet though
Note: The music is not mine, when it is I will write it before the song. Also the first few chapters may be a bit boring, but I will ope it up more later...
*********
MEMORIES
*********
"Ready?" Dace the17 ½ year old with dark red hair (mixture of red and black) asked. Just about the same height as Goten but a little shorter. She's also half saiyan, and very proness. She's what some people would call a punker or a hard rocker; she has a regular slender figure that goes along with the way she dresses. And deep black eyes mixed with red, like her brother Owen's but his is tinted green.
"Yeah." The group agreed at the same time.
*Music starts to play in the open area of Capsule Corp.'s yard.*
Dace on her electric guitar, Owen and Goten on the drums, Trunks on another electric guitar, and Pan on the base.
"She clings to me like selafane,
Fake plastic submarine,
Slowly driving me insane,
But now that's over.
So what if the sex is great,
Just a temporary escape,"
Dace and Trunks worked their guitars, while Owen and Goten pounded the shit out of there drums.
"Another thing I coulda hate,
But now that's over.
Why?
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be
It's what she'll do right now
She'll do right now
I used to hang on every word
Each lie was more absurd
Kept me so insecure
But now that's over
She taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then she taught me how to cuss
That bitch its over
You know I used to be
Such a nice boy
Why ?
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be it's
What she'll do right now
*guitar solo by Trunks who worked it vigorously*
She clings to me like selafane
Fake plastic submarine
She's driving me insane
But now that's over
Now that's over
Why
Why you always kick me when I'm high?
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Being around
Although she may not be
It's what she'll do right now
She'll do right now
Right now
Oh……right now"
*song ends with Pan and Dace dragging off the last few keys*
Trunks finished singing right before the music died.
"You've gotten better you guys." Dace said as she grabbed her water and started to chug it.
"Not to bad yourself." Trunks said with a toothy grin, and trying to get some of Daces water and trying to grab it while she dodged.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Dace said as she moved her hand to motion it away, also handing him the water which he took.
"So are you guys up for one more?" Pan asked setting her soda down.
Dace tilted her head in thought.
"Well that's completely up to you guys. 'Cuss I don't mind." Trunks replied.
Owen and Goten shrugged, and started making conversation about chicks on the beach in bikinis playing volley ball.
"Well it's up to you Dace." Pan said looking at the thinking Dace.
"I guess." She said shrugging.
"Ok I'll be nice, you pick the song." Trunks said as he picked up his guitar and pick.
"Ok then I guess I'll be singing it to." Dace smirked.
"What?!" Trunks said taken aback.
"You said I get to choose the song, so why not the one I wrote? Which includes me singing it." She said making her point.
"Fine you win."
"Ok Sustained Death, I guess were singing 'All That's Left'" Dace said then all the band members smirked.
*music starts once again*
"one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came
we hid the truth beneath our skin but
our shadows never looked the same
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead!
and when we couldn't stop the bleeding (echo)
we held our hearts over the flame (echo)
we couldn't help but call it treason
treason !!!
after that we couldn't fill our frames
after that our shadows never looked the same
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead
*guitar solo with drums*
in summers past we'd challenge fate
with higher pitch and perfect aim
and standing fast, we'd radiate
a light we loved but never named
but the answers never came
our shadows never looked the same
YEAH!!!!
a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are
we are the dead
a ghost of everything we thought but never said
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the ones who lost our faith
we dug ourselves an early grave
we are the dead
can we be saved?!!!"
*song ends*
Bulma and Bra stood clapping in front of the little makeshift stage that only stood half a foot off the grass.
"That was great you guys." Bulma said smiling and stopped clapping. "Have you thought about going professional?"
"I don't think were that good." Pan, Goten, and Owen all said at the same time, then laughed.
"….actually I did give some of our music to a few contractors. And they like it." Dace said while she stood looking at the three who stopped laughing.
"THEY WHAT?!!!!!!" Pan burst out excitedly. "THEY LIKED OUR MUSIC?!!"
"Yeah were going to be famous!!!!!" Goten burst out giving Owen a high five.
"Were gonna be famous!!! Were gonna be famous!!!" Goten and Owen both chanted together.
"Well I'm so happy for you all, but I just came out here to say lunch is…….." Bulma stopped when four blurs went past her just at the mention of food.
Bulma and Bra turned to walk inside, then Bulma stopped. But Bra just kept walking and got into the kitchen with the four other hungry saiyans.
"You going to eat Dace?" Bulma asked with a look of concern on her face as she watched the young teen pack up her stuff and put her sunglasses on.
"Nah Bulma, I just wanna go think over some stuff alone." She replied as she slid her Happy Tree Friends sweatshirt over her head, and over her black wife-beater.
"Don't you want something to eat before you go?" Bulma asked awkwardly.
"No its ok, I'll just grab something on the way." She said making sure her band patches were still attached to her sweatshirt.(aka: Dead Kennedys, Thrice, Rancid, Metallica, offspring…ect.)
"Dace, its not like you to give up food, and not say goodbye to the band."
"Bulma… just don't worry too much, I'm fine." She went up and hugged Bulma goodbye. "Thanks for letting us practice here, see ya." Dace picked up her guitar case, capsuled it then went flying out of site.
"Poor girl, something's wrong." Bulma mumbled as she walked back to the house where the hungry saiyans were eating.
*******
"Damn nosy people…" Dace mumbled to herself as she kept flying, with no particular destination.
'There not nosy, there just caring.' The good inner voice said.
'Ah shut up twit, there annoying.' The bad inner voice said mockingly to the good.
'No they love me.'
'Who gives a rats ass if they love me or not there fucking annoying.'
Dace's inner voices went on for a while until it just started to piss her off. "OK YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP." She yelled at herself.
'Sorry' Both of the voices replied and shut up the rest of the way to nowhere.
"Mom…" A tear rolled down Dace's cheek as she was trying to find a way to a secluded destination.
Two years ago, the same day, Dace and Owen's mother died of a heart disease, even though her mother was saiyan, and saiyan could not get sick, her mother just got unlucky. It crushed her heart, and for the past two years it always came back to haunt her on the same fateful day. Her older brother was not that much of a help when she needed support, hell he wasn't much help with anything but fighting, and consumption of food. So she just learned to deal with it. By flying somewhere not close to civilization and cry and blow things up, which usually made her feel better…Fortunently Owen wasn't effected by the day…well that she new of at least.
Little did Dace know, she would not spend the rest of the day alone like she had planned.