Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken links ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Broked Links Chapter one.
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Warnings: Swearing, mention of adult situations and drugs, mention of suicide.

Disclaimer: No I don't own a thing, no profits are being made from this.



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Always together; forever.

We had made a pact. We were to be best friends for each and every of our living lives, then in other world we would never be separated. Never.

Right from the days of early childhood we had been inseparable. From the very moment we had been graced with the others presence we had basically vowed never to leave the other. And that's how it stayed.

As young children we were always together, going to fairs, fun parks, on our own juvenile adventures... What ever it was we were together.

Through the years this had continued. Even though Bura was a year older than me, that made no difference. Through school we were always together and this continued to the present day; Year 11.

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I know that you have strong feelings for your closest friends, but I can't help but feel mine are more. I feel so at ease with her, I can talk to her about anything in the world and I know she will understand. I can't fault her.

So many things have happened to me during this life time, and she has been my shoulder to cry on. But I'm not the only one who had problems, she had more than her fair share of them too.

We moved to different schools. For some reason or another, Vegeta insisted that his Princess went to an all girls school. I don't see any logic in that at all. And, reluctantly at first, Bulma agreed. I was heart broken. I was already in rolled at the local public co-ed school.

I bet they dread their decisions now.

Bura and I had been separated. I had thought that our connection was strong enough to get us through this, and at first it was, then she met up with the wrong people. And by wrong, I mean wrong.

Normally after schools and on the weekends we would just hang out, do whatever it was we wanted to do. I kept calling her, no-one answered. I got so worried! I was almost frantic! I flew over to Capsule Corps. in a mad flurry of emotions only to find Bura leaving with a group of girls and guys I had never seen before; I felt my heart breaking.

Immediately I raced up to her and asked her why she hadn't called me. Her answer was simple; "Sorry, I forgot". She smiled that sweet smile of hers and left. Just left me there standing by myself. I cried. And I cried. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of these over emotional teens who cry at the slightest notion of something bad, in fact this was the first time I had cried for real.

Two days went by and no word from Bura. I couldn't sleep properly, I would barely eat. My parents were getting so worried! I told them to forget about it, that it was nothing. Thank Kami they believed me. I don't think I could have put up with their over-parenting me at that stage.

Then at that point I decided that id she cant have other friends and just ignore me, then so can I!

I striped myself of the icky bandana and overalls. I chose for myself a new wardrobe. I would begin the school week with a new look, a new person, a new attitude and get some friends!

I remember picking up the bottle of foundation and not having ANY clue as to how I was supposed to put it on. Fumbling for about an hour I eventually managed to apply the foundation, rouge, mascara and gloss to my lips. I also left my hair out. I took a moment look myself up and down in the full length mirror. I didn't like what I saw at first. I was dressed in tight flair jeans and a pink tummy top which showed all of my stomach. How was school going to react to this?

It wasn't school I had to worry about actually, it was Dad! I remember hearing his shocked gasp as I came into the kitchen that morning. "You are NOT going to school in THAT!" He pointed at my new attire. I whinged for a while and finally Mum came to my rescue. She argued that I was only trying to express myself, and that I could look after myself after all; I have no idea really why she stuck up for me. I think she was just glad I was finally getting out of that tomboy stage. So I went to school.

I'll never forget that day.

I walked in the door and immediately I felt all eyes on me. It was a really queer feeling, knowing that everyone was watching you. It scared me. I walked down the corridor with my head hung. I then remembered something that Bura had told me "Keep your head high Pan-chan! If you want people to notice you, you have to show confidence!". So I drew my shoulders back and held my head up high.

I almost fell over when I bunch of guys said "Hey" to me. Never before had they spoken to me. This continued on! By the end of the day I was getting used to the fact of being noticed, and was quite happy to greet everyone as I strolled, or should I now say, strutted down the halls.

That was Monday. By Friday I had a new group of friends, I knew it was all fake, but it felt good to know that people actually wanted to know me! I'm actually happy now, really happy. Bura was not a good friend to me, I deserve better! And Better is what I've got!


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TWO YEARS LATER>>>>>> YEAR NINE


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I'm crying right now, crying for the love of Kami! Why has he done this to me?? WHY?? I guess the answers inevitable. I will never get it... I haven't cried this much since... since... since I lost Bura. But she was a bitch anyway. I've heard so many dirty things about her, that little skank. But then again, I guess I cant really talk after what I've done.

Today was horrible, absolutely horrible.

"We don't like you because of the things you do"

That's what they had said. And it hurt, it hurt like hell. I felt like slapping those bitches to HFIL, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything.

I guess it all started when I realised that to get noticed, you have to do something that is noticeable. I needed a guy. So a guy I got. He was from a school across town, and her was older. I was in year 8, he was in year 12. Only four years difference I told myself over and over... I knew it wasn't right, yet I couldn't stop what had already begun.

I knew that there would be no one home at my house this coming Friday night, so I invited him over; Matt was his name.

He bought with him a bottle of butterscotch snaps and a bong. I was no stranger to these things so I hooked in. Taking it in turns to scull out of the bottle, it wasn't long before it was gone. Then he pulled out his weed. I wasn't a fan of it, I only did it because he did. It is foul stuff. I pulled a cone and felt the thick smoke poison my lungs; I hated that feeling.

I looked into the reddened and half-lidded eyes of Matt and saw that he was totally out of it. It seems I have more tolerance for this than he does, must be my Saiya-jin genes. Still, I was pretty out of it myself and when he pulled me to the couch I did not resist.

I had been with guys before, but never further than a kiss. I knew of girls my age and younger who did it all the time. I was still scared though. I mean, I was only 14! I didn't really know what was going on at the time, the room was spinning as a result of the drugs and alcohol I had taken.... it had also restricted my use of Ki.

He began kissing me sloppily, he tasted disgusting. His hands were roaming all over me, he was urging me to touch him; I felt sick in the stomach at the thought of it. Yet I did it anyway.

It wasn't until I felt a sharp pain in my neither regions that I actually realised what he was doing. We were naked. Of course I should have assumed this was what he planned on doing, I guess the alcohol really did affect me. I felt no pleasure, only pain. It hurt like hell. I hated the grunting noises he was making while he was stealing away my innocence. Did he know that I was a virgin? I guess it doesn't really matter, it never matters, although it might score him more points when he tells all his stupid friends.

He asked me over to his place the next night. I went. I didn't tell my parents where I was going, I said I was staying at a friends house and watching videos. They are so stupid.

It happened again, and again and again. By now the pain had dulled, but still I got no pleasure. I guess its true that sex is best when its with the person you love.

I fell asleep beside him. He was supposed to have the house all to himself that night. His parent had gone out over night to stay in a town that was 2 hours away. I guess we never anticipated they would return at 6am and not 6pm!! I heard the door and my mind went into a frenzy. Our clothes were distributed all about the lounge room. I am so caught. Matt ran out there to get them all and assure his parent that there was no one in his room. I could hear them; "Let us take a look then" there was a pause and I knew this was my time to hide. As silently as I could, I leaped out of bed and searched for a place to hide. The wardrobe! I opened the door only to be confronted with a set of draws. Damn. I looked up and noticed that there was a higher shelf. I levitated up and squished myself in just in time to see the light flicker on. Luckily I had shut the wardrobe door.

I could almost hear Matt's sigh of relief.

"See Mum, Dad, no one here!" I heard him say. His father huffed.

"Yeah well, your safe this time" They exited his room. I almost fell from my hiding spot with relief.

After the light had been extinguished, I came out of my hiding place. He didn't even apologise to me, he simply told me to leave unnoticed. He had the nerve to be angry at me! I gathered my things and left through his window. It was 6am. How could I go home now? What would my parents say? He didn't give a shit at all! Just used me for sex I bet. I never felt so lonely.

I flew to the cliff tops and sat there deep in thought. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. The nicotine hit me and I felt the tingle of the rush it gave me. I really should stop this.

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I didn't see Matt again after that night.


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I told my 'friends' all about him and I. They kept asking me all these questions about sex, it really got on my nerves. For the moment I was the most popular of out little clan. I knew it wouldn't last, and it didn't. I didn't really care, to tell you the truth. I didn't care that I had no real friends, I didn't care if I got taken advantage of, I didn't care if was known to be just one more stupid little skank. I just couldn't care less.

So I went out and drank, smoked and picked up guys. I lied to my parents, I knew they were very suspicious but I was always too smart to get caught.

I hated my life.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I sat down and thought of Bura. I remembered her beautiful smile, her blue hair, he huge wardrobe and the way she always made me smile. I haven't spoken to her in two years. I've heard things about her, it seems as if she's on the same track as me at the moment. Maybe I should call her? Should I?

I didn't.

That is how all this shit between my friends came about. They didn't like the fact that I didn't care anymore. I treated them like crap, and I didn't care. I don't know if they really did care about me, of if they were just jealous when they told me that I had to stop sleeping with random guys. Then they told me to quit smoking. Who the fuck are they to just tell me to stop doing something?

I hated them, I hated every thing. I contemplated suicide, but realised that was too easy. The sorrow that filled my heart was just so damn over powering. I felt empty, worthless, lost in a cruel world of people who didn't care. Many a time I picked up that knife and held it to my skin. I would press down, but only ever enough to break the skin. I couldn't feel a thing. It was as if I was numb, that I was so accustomed to pain that I had become immune to it. I cut my arm, I drew blood and painted patters on my skin with it. A few of the warm droplets reached the bathroom basin, I watched as they mingled with the water and ran down the drain. Would I really wash my life down the drain? I didn't that night, and I didn't the next.

I didn't know what I was going to do. I now had no friends at school, I was constantly taunted by other students.

"SLUT! BITCH! WHORE!" Every obscenity known to our language was directed at me. I dreaded school. I hated everything. I came to a decision; I was going to end it. I was going to push aside my belief that I was taking the easy way out and just do it, just take all the pain away.

I sat in my bathroom and held the blade to my wrist. Should I do it this way? I looked up into the cabinet and spied a full packet of Panadol (Aspirin, whatever!). Would that do? I don't know.

Slowly I began to graze the blade alone the scarred skin... blood, red and thick as ever began pooling out of the small wound that was sure to grow. I shut my eyes and concentrated on the pain; there was none. I actually wished that there would be pain... that it would hurt like fucken hell.

"PAN!!!"

I jumped as my name was yelled out loudly, damn mother. I dropped the knife and headed to the door, holding a few tissues to the small wound on my wrist.

"WHAT?" I cried out.

"BURA'S ON THE PHONE!"

I stopped at those words. I was frozen to the ground... Bura wanted to speak to me...

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^_^

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