/ / ❯ SHATTERED ❯ Hate ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Falling... Where was she?

She had no idea. She didn't know... if she even wanted to know.

The world flew past her at dizzying speed, leaving nothing in her memory at all.

There he was before her, inherited smirk prominent on his facial features.

She leaned in, as if to kiss him...

But then she woke up.

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise

Story written by kate...

Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand

Pan

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh... I've had it up to here!

Trunks

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide

Marron

I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

Bra

'Cause I'm just a girl,
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night

Goten

I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes

Bulma

I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me

Vejita

Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here!
Oh... am I making myself clear?

Gohan

I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!

Videl

I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?

Goku

What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies

Juuhachi

What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Chichi

Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to here.

SHATTERED

Never let go... you might lose everything you stand for... sometimes love is all you need...

HATE

There were few things in the world he hated more than her.

Very few.

His dad's treatment of him.

Who wouldn't hate that?

His parent's fighting.

It got so annoying.

And he had to be stuck with her.

Why?

She was his sister's friend.

He loved his twin dearly.

But, not her friends.

Definitely not her friends.

*

She was dancing around the empty ballroom, the stereo system pumping out Shakira's Objection.

"It's not her fault that she's so irresistible
But all the damage she's caused isn't fixable
Every twenty seconds you repeat her name
But when it comes to me you don't care

If I'm alive or dead"

She belted the words out at the elaborately painted ceiling, dancing still.

Ain't it ironic how one day these words may symbolize her struggles?

"So objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother"

She walked out of the room and the music continued playing to an audience of no one.

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

Next to her cheap silicon I look minimal
That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible
But you gotta know small things also count
You better put your feet on the ground
And see what it's about

Objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

I wish there was a chance for you and me
I wish you couldn't find a place to be
Away from here

This is pathetic and sardonic
It's sadistic and psychotic
Tango is not for three
Was never meant to be

But you can try it
Rehearse it
Or train like a horse
But don't you count on me
Don't you count on me boy

Objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
And you don't even bother

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

*

Trunks...

He seemed so lost in hatred...

Her little prince...

He'd always be her baby...

Him and Bra...

Her little royals...

Her babies...

Same as when they were little kids.

*

Hey.

Ya, Trunks?

Have you ever wondered what you'll be when you're older? Who you'll be? What you'll be like?

No, not really. I'll just be a princess, same as always, with a mysterious love.

Bra, you should really think more about that crap.

And you should think more about minding your language.

Oh, c'mon Bra I mean it.

Really? What do you want Trunks?

I want adventure. I want to be strong and powerful and chase enemies all over the galaxy then beat the living shit out of them.

Trunks! How could you want to fight? Maybe a little adventure would be nice, but I don't want to live my life on the wild side.

Whatever Bra. Although, somehow I doubt that'll be true in the future. I mean, really, the princess of Saiyajins not want a life of adventure when of Age? Talk about bullshit.

*

She sighed, running her fingers frustratedly over the picture of her mother.

Beautiful and exotic, just like her daughter.

Silky Prussian blue hair, sky blue eyes, shimmery blue tail.

Perfect curvaceous body, slim tail, tan skin.

Very different from the normal Saiyajin.

Hell, even more different than Bulma, who had odd colorings.

For not many Saiyajins were tanned naturally, except for a select few.

Pan was one of that select few.

So was Prince Trunks, Bulma and Vejita's son.

It was odd, the similarities between her feisty daughter and the hot-tempered Prince.

Quite odd indeed, Videl...

*

Punch.

Block.

Kick.

Punch.

Kick.

He was on the offensive now, his partner on the defense.

Block.

Or maybe not...

*

There. The first chappie of Shattered. Like it? Understand it? Yeah right, if ya do. I right it this way on purpose. Don't worry. Next chappie'll make this one a lil easier 2 understand. Most likely. I think. lmao. Hey, be flattered, I made at least one part understandable, well da POV part anywayz. lmao.

The songs are NOT by me: Theme: No Doubt-I'm Just a Girl

Bra's dance: Shakira-Objections

DISCLAIMER

No, I do not own DBZ, any of the songs in here [so far], or the characters [except for Videl's mother].

PREVIEW:

ORDERS

"No!"

She took orders from no one, save herself.

Who was this man to order her around?

"Under orders from King Vejita, all females with a power level over 10,000 and born on or within a week of the Prince's birthday must go to the Palace so the Prince and his Guards can choose mates."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me the first time, ne? This time you're just making sure."

He smirked.

"Well I'm not born on his birthday."

"Nice try. You were born on his birthday. Same hour, in fact."