Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Accusations Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 1

Warning- Angst, Lemon, Yaoi, Cursing. Goten And Trunks~

Accusations Of The Heart By: Majin-Bulma Chapter

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` I fucking hate her.'

I thought as I stared outside of my window, towards the little blue haired bitch. Giggling and laughing as she climbed all around her father and mother.

"She has it so good. I HATE HER! When I was little all I got was a sneer or a punch in the face from him. Bulma always worked. Never paid attention! Grandmother and Grandfather took care of me! SHE HAS IT SO GOOD. Why do they disregard me so much?" I talked to myself with a glare towards my little 7-year-old sister.

"I hope she dies!" I growled as I shut the blinds and locked the window. I folded my arms over my chest as I lay back down onto my bed.

        I thought for a while with anger written all over my face. My eye would twitch every once in a while as my face wriggled in anger and fury.

"I need to get out of here." I said to myself after swinging my feet over the side of the bed, then getting up and out of my door.

        I walked down the long hallways of this damned house, down the damn long stares, out of the kitchen and through the kitchen door.

Of course know one saw me standing in the lawn where they were, to busy with that thing. "IM LEAVING!" I screamed at them, but they didn't seem to care.

"...Ok..." Bulma said giggling as Bra made faces at Vegeta.

"..." And with that said I stormed away, taking flight into the air.

        As I was flying through the air with a frown plastered to my face I stared over at my surroundings. Looks beautiful, as looks are deceiving. The planet is so beautiful, but filled with ugliness. I hate this planet! I hate everything about this place! I wish it would just blow up!

        Yes, those thoughts and much more, gruesome and disturbing, enter my mind every day and every minute of the day. Let's face it. I'm depressing and I have anger problems. Though I wouldn't admit that to myself. I don't have problems. It's all that little bitches fault. I never use to be like this. Ever since she came.

        I growl to myself again.

        God I hate her! Just the mention of her and I can just flip out! I hate that little bitch! I hate her parents! I HATE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

        ; Ah, there it is. My mind states as I prepare for my landing at the nice little building in my site.

        This is the place I have been going since... Well, since as long as my ` idiot mind', as my father puts it, can remember.

        I land right in front of the wooden brown doors. I don't care if anyone see's me or not. Fuck them. I don't give a damn. Go fuck yourself - pffffft.

        I stroll in and head straight towards the stools, taking a seat on the leather red seats. I love these. Maybe I should go buy a couple...

        "What would it be Trunks."

        My mind snaps back to reality as I hear my name from the elder man in front of me. White grayish mustache dark blue eyes and whitened hair. HE had his black apron with his tie and nice blue shirt and pants on underneath.

        Ya, he knows me, since I'm here just about every day.

        "Scotch on the rocks." I tell him. Start off with something easy and then work my way up.

        "Yes sir."

        My mind wavers off again as I stare at the painting on the wall on the far side of the bar.

        It's got dark colors, powerful. A horse and a man are painted towards the corner. The horse looks as if it's on fire, falling towards the ground with the man standing over the horse with a torch of reds yellows and oranges. Children are standing in the middle crying as they're village is set to fire and a man stands over a woman that looks to be the mother of the children. She's dead I presume. And the men stand over the dead people with torches and knives, as blood fills the ground and stones of rocks. Then, painted on the left as the colors brighten they're is an ocean of crashing white waves with doves flying over it with a woman in a long white dress with her eyes shut sitting on the cliffs edge.

        I don't know if that picture is supposed to mean something. But it calls to me in a... morbid kind of way I guess. It relaxes my state of mind when I am storming like I am today.

        "What's the news this time Trunks?" The elder man asks me as he begins to wash out a glass with a towel.

        I pick up my drink and slush it around and take a large sip. The glass clatters on the hard brown surface as I slightly slam it back onto the table.

        "Same old, same old." I tell him and motion for him to refill my drink with something more powerful.

        I know it is really early to be drinking. Seeing as it is only around 10:00 a.m., but I have nothing better to do. So, this is where my day and night will begin and finish

. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2:38 pm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I entered my house, looking around to see if anyone had gotten up. All the lights were out and no noise was heard.

"What loving parents, I'm gone since 9:30 this morning and I'm back at 2:40 in the morning, but no one cares! I OBVIOUSLY DON'T EXSIST!" I snarled "WHO CARES! I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT ANY OF THEM!"

I had been drinking a bit of alcohol earlier with some friends. I seem to be doing this a lot lately. The alcohol seems to calm me down a bit. But... I'm exhausted...

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