Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Love ❯ Chapter 1 Diary ( Chapter 1 )
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By: smallbluecapricorn 
Bulla's deepest secret. Please Leave A Review if you want me to continue
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.24.2009 | Updated On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 879 | Visits: 388 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulla's deepest secret. Please Leave A Review if you want me to continue
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.24.2009 | Updated On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 879 | Visits: 388 | Status: Work In Progress
Blue Love Chapter 1-Diary
Dear Diary,
All I ever wanted from my brother, Trunks, is that he sends me a smile to me. To know I’m safe and protected. Ever since I could remember, he never once smile to me or gave me a friendly hug. When I’m around he acts a different person, a cold person. When I’m not around, another different person takes his place. He laughs, he smiles, and he acts friendly; a good person around friends and other people. Why can’t he be like that with me? What does he have against me? I spy around my brother when he’s around other people. There’s always a smile in his face. I seemed to finding myself wanting that smile go directly at me.
When I tried to follow him, he’ll be constantly yelling me to go away or just ignore me. Why he’ll be yelling to me if all wanted to do was spent time with him, with my big brother. I often find myself alone. I’m kind of jealous to other people who have nice big brothers or sisters there for them. I see them walking down the street with smile in their faces, walking side by side. And here I am, walking alone with nobody in my side.
Yes, I do have parents. My father, a great and proud warrior; my mother an understanding and smart woman. They love me, and I love them. I’m happy. Yet, I’m not happy because I don’t have the love of my brother. I have everything anybody could wish for, but I’m not happy. Is not that I’m a spoiled brat, is that there are some things money can’t buy. I learned that one when I was little.
I should hate my brother for not loving me. Hate him for not having a reason as to why hate me. Why hate me if all I’m doing to him is trying to love him. Be with my brother, the one I think so highly of him. All I wanted is his love. I didn’t do anything to him. Maybe I did and I don’t know.
Why I’m so need for his love? I can go do anything without him by my side. Pretty soon I’m turning 15 and him turning 19. Right now we are four years apart. He never did something for me. The other hand, I tried to do some things for him. He doesn’t know this but I always save him from being yelled at by our dad, or duties from our mom.
Why I want his love? Simple, no matter what I do or where I go he’ll be in my heart. I love him, but there are many kinds of love. I love my brother, except this love is far from sibling love. Not long ago, when I just turned 14, I notice my love for my brother turned to something more. The sibling love change. More like a forbidden love, no it is a forbidden love; a feeling that a sister shouldn’t have for a brother. I don’t know why I have this feeling, I just do. Thanks to this feeling, I would glance at my brother ever so often without him or anybody else knowing or seeing.
I’m secretly in love with my brother. I know it’s a sin, a wrong thing yet this feeling is giving me a warm feeling. Is it a sin to love someone, yet this love is a sin to other people. But how can you love someone that hates you?
This secret should not be found out, not even my brother. I can’t talk about it with nobody since this feeling is wrong. Besides, I barely have any friends. People see me innocent, sweet, and full of life. But loving my brother is a sin to them, does that mean I’m not pure or innocent as people say.
There are few secrets that people and friends don’t know. Not only I’m Saiyan princess, but also I’m a warrior as well. Only my parents know I trained, but also I turned into a Super Saiyan. Other people think that I’m not strong even though I’m half Saiyan. Even my brother thinks I’m weak. One day I’ll show them.
I write to this diary to release some thoughts I have been thinking lately. I just hope my secret never comes out. That’s all I have to say for today.
-Bulla
Bulla closed her black diary. No bigger than a composition notebook. She was sitting in her chair by the wooden desk in her plain room. It was late and she was in pink spaghetti-strap nightgown that reached her knees. With a sigh, Bulla walked towards her bed and lay down. Lying down to her side she covers herself with blue bed covers and fell asleep. But before she went to sleep she thought Goodnight Trunks and closed her eyes.
Dear Diary,
All I ever wanted from my brother, Trunks, is that he sends me a smile to me. To know I’m safe and protected. Ever since I could remember, he never once smile to me or gave me a friendly hug. When I’m around he acts a different person, a cold person. When I’m not around, another different person takes his place. He laughs, he smiles, and he acts friendly; a good person around friends and other people. Why can’t he be like that with me? What does he have against me? I spy around my brother when he’s around other people. There’s always a smile in his face. I seemed to finding myself wanting that smile go directly at me.
When I tried to follow him, he’ll be constantly yelling me to go away or just ignore me. Why he’ll be yelling to me if all wanted to do was spent time with him, with my big brother. I often find myself alone. I’m kind of jealous to other people who have nice big brothers or sisters there for them. I see them walking down the street with smile in their faces, walking side by side. And here I am, walking alone with nobody in my side.
Yes, I do have parents. My father, a great and proud warrior; my mother an understanding and smart woman. They love me, and I love them. I’m happy. Yet, I’m not happy because I don’t have the love of my brother. I have everything anybody could wish for, but I’m not happy. Is not that I’m a spoiled brat, is that there are some things money can’t buy. I learned that one when I was little.
I should hate my brother for not loving me. Hate him for not having a reason as to why hate me. Why hate me if all I’m doing to him is trying to love him. Be with my brother, the one I think so highly of him. All I wanted is his love. I didn’t do anything to him. Maybe I did and I don’t know.
Why I’m so need for his love? I can go do anything without him by my side. Pretty soon I’m turning 15 and him turning 19. Right now we are four years apart. He never did something for me. The other hand, I tried to do some things for him. He doesn’t know this but I always save him from being yelled at by our dad, or duties from our mom.
Why I want his love? Simple, no matter what I do or where I go he’ll be in my heart. I love him, but there are many kinds of love. I love my brother, except this love is far from sibling love. Not long ago, when I just turned 14, I notice my love for my brother turned to something more. The sibling love change. More like a forbidden love, no it is a forbidden love; a feeling that a sister shouldn’t have for a brother. I don’t know why I have this feeling, I just do. Thanks to this feeling, I would glance at my brother ever so often without him or anybody else knowing or seeing.
I’m secretly in love with my brother. I know it’s a sin, a wrong thing yet this feeling is giving me a warm feeling. Is it a sin to love someone, yet this love is a sin to other people. But how can you love someone that hates you?
This secret should not be found out, not even my brother. I can’t talk about it with nobody since this feeling is wrong. Besides, I barely have any friends. People see me innocent, sweet, and full of life. But loving my brother is a sin to them, does that mean I’m not pure or innocent as people say.
There are few secrets that people and friends don’t know. Not only I’m Saiyan princess, but also I’m a warrior as well. Only my parents know I trained, but also I turned into a Super Saiyan. Other people think that I’m not strong even though I’m half Saiyan. Even my brother thinks I’m weak. One day I’ll show them.
I write to this diary to release some thoughts I have been thinking lately. I just hope my secret never comes out. That’s all I have to say for today.
-Bulla
Bulla closed her black diary. No bigger than a composition notebook. She was sitting in her chair by the wooden desk in her plain room. It was late and she was in pink spaghetti-strap nightgown that reached her knees. With a sigh, Bulla walked towards her bed and lay down. Lying down to her side she covers herself with blue bed covers and fell asleep. But before she went to sleep she thought Goodnight Trunks and closed her eyes.