Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Conflicted Angel ❯ Father of Mine ( Chapter 1 )

Conflicted Angel

Just to let you guys know, this will be a different Pan/Trunks fic, I think. Well it's not gonna be like the rest where 15 year old Pan lusts after 31 year old Trunks and she gets pregnant and yadda yadda yadda.

This is Icy-Chic, queen of all Icyness. Well I think by reading my fanfic, my writing has matured somewhat. I don't think there are any mistakes if so very few. Please let me know what you think because I need to know the areas I need to work on. Thank-you

Parings: P/T OC/OC

Warings: Swearing, attempted rape, and angst. *tears* don't worry not for long.

Disclaimers: I don't anything, except my poem. Hopefully Dragonball Z would be put up on EBAY and I can buy them a dollar fifty, I mean just a thought….

I never knew that after the rain there was sunshine. I never knew a sun existed. I never knew that after darkness there was a light. I never knew light existed. I never knew these things because they never wanted to know me. At least it seemed that way.

I was raised to believe these things didn't exist because I didn't exist. I was nothing. I learned this so long ago when I was four years old in preschool when Eliza's mom brought cupcakes for the class because it was her birthday. I found out there were such things as birthdays. I found that everyone was born on their own special day and for their own special purpose. I was so excited and when I ran home to tell Mama. I asked her when my birthday was and she told me it was the 23rd of Fucktember. She told me I wasn't special because I was a mistake. One that you can't correct because it sticks with you your whole life. Then she whooped my ass for even reminding her.

So I was raised to believe I was a mistake. I learned this in the second grade when Daddy from got to pick me from school late for the fifth time in the third week of school. I waited out there for four hours until one of my teachers gave me a ride home. She called me precious. I figured someone wouldn't leave something so precious if it wasn't meant to be there in the first place. I wasn't meant to be here. I was a mistake. I was a big fat mistake. You couldn't fix me even if you tried. And I tried.

I tried so hard to make them love me. I was their only child. I tried that day when I was about six and I brought Papa home my man-made macaroni necklace on Father's Day. I spent extra hard putting each of the macaroni's in the tiny string. I thought it was pretty, but what kind of mistakes are pretty? Daddy was drunk that day and told me to get out of his face. I knew I should have listened to him the first time, but I had to give him the macaronis necklace. I just had to. Make him love me. But then I did it. I got in his way. And I got it. I have never been punished to severely in my life. He beat me until I cried and then beat me because I wouldn't stop crying. That day I gave up. I was only six years old and I gave up. Because I tried, dammit I tired! I was their only their only child. Their only fucking child. The next day, Daddy actually said sorry.

SORRY! What a bullshit word. That's all it is a stupid little word made up of five to little letters, stupidly put together for a stupid little meaning. But listen I'm saying, he had the nerve to say sorry though? After all that work. After all that pain. Well he was a day late and a dollar short. I gave up already. Cuz I tried, I really did. I was their only child. And I tried

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"Therefore, the plane has no net force because it is flying at a constant velocity. Any questions?" Mr. Harper asked. The dazed group of sixteen and seventeen year olds was almost hopeless in teaching.

Pan shook her head hastily to prevent herself to falling asleep in the class. Although, she was excelling pretty well in nearly all of her classes, physics has always been her least favorite. She took out a notebook and started writing a poem.

Tormented in her mind

And left behind,

Fallen from the sky,

An angel cries,

Look at the angel as she cries through the mist,

The pain conflicted on her that life insists,

Look at the angel as she tries to resist,

To end it all with the slit of her wrist.

Sighing, she glanced at the time. Thank God the bell was about to ring in about a few seconds.

"Hey Panny wait up!" Candace called after her as Pan jetted to the door to avoid the rush of impatient teenagers. Pan rolled her eyes playfully. This girl better not make her late to another class.

"What Candy?" Pan said pretending to be annoyed. She knew exactly what the girl was going ask her.

"So how about Friday night?" Do you wanna double date with me and Kyle?" Candace asked making the most puppy-looking, pleading face as possible. She knew how much Pan hated getting involved with boys. All Pan was focused on was getting a good education so that she can live to crap-hole she lived in called home.

"See I don't know, I have to-," Candace wouldn't even give her a chance to reply.

"Oh come on, no excuses! You never have fun. You are beautiful, you're smart and you never want to have fun? Just trust me you'll have the time of my life," Candace persuaded.

"Ugh Candy I don't even know how Kyle's brother looks like," Pan said thinking of more excuses.

"Well I kindatoldKyleto….bringhimhere…when he picks me up from school today," Candace said fidgeting with her fingers.

"You what?!"

"He's hot I promise. So are you coming?"

"I guess I have no choice now." Pan groaned.

"Great now all we have to do is get you a makeover," Candace half-muttered.

"No way am I gonna let your ditzy-ass touch me."

"We'll see about that."

They both giggled, each knowing full well Pan was easy to crack into.

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"Hey man tell me what the chick looks again?"

"She's hot, underbaggyclothes," Kyle insisted.

"Hol-up she wears baggy clothes? Don't tell me you got me hooked wit some lesbo," Trunks grimaced.

"Naw man you won't be disappointed I promise."

"It doesn't even matter I'm only out her for one reason, anyways."

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Candace was right by telling her that Trunks was cute but she could care less. Trunks stood there with a black t-shirt, some blue jeans, and black matching sunglasses, smirking. She could tell he was one of those ho-type guys that are only after girls to get some. Pan was a virgin but not an idiot. I will be a freezing cold day with hail, rain, and snow all combined in hell before she let any guy the best of her. (a/n: don't worry Pan doesn't stay this was forever).

"Hey beautiful, so you're the girl I'm lucky enough to take out this Friday night?" Trunks said still smirking. Pan rolled her eyes.

"My name Pan," Pan said simply. Candy pinched her arm. Pan glared at her and se glared back.

"Yea so what time do you wanna pick me up," she said pretending to be interested.

"Candy gave me your number so I'll call you tonight and we can go over the details. Until then, it was nice meeting you, Pan-chan," Trunks said. Pan wanted to vomit but instead she said good-bye and left for her bus.

This was the worst part of the day. Pan knowing that she had to go back to the living hell.

She hadn't even reached her front door when she heard her father bellowing. Here we go again.

"Pan get your narrow-ass over here and fix me something worth eating. You mother can't cook worth shit, but of course we woulda been rich and famous if we didn't have you ass." Damn how many times did he have to remind her?

But it didn't matter. Now Pan had grown. She was way too use to his hurtful words. It had no affect. She just did what they wanted her to do and prayed that she would get hurt in the process.

Pan looked up to the sky. She felt the first raindrop fall on her forehead and slide down to her chin. The world probably felt as bad a she did. She knew with all of her heart something must be up there. Hopefully.

"Damn-Pan! What is taking you so long?!" Her father yelled.

"I'm coming dumb-fuck," Pan whispered with mock sincere under her breath. She dropped her books of on the meager, old sofa in the front room and went into the kitchen to do as her father asked.

`Well of course mother can't make you anything worth eating if there's no food and she's not her!' Pan thought.

Her father refuses to do groceries and her mother was probably off gambling or getting laid.

"Papa, there's nothing to cook," Pan said. She was tired and worn-out. Hopefully her father would just leave her alone.

"That's okay Panny. Just come here," her father said with sincerity. A little too sincere.

"Uhh... what is it, Papa?" Pan asked wearily. Never once in her whole life have her father ever referred to her as Panny. He'd called every other curse word in the dictionary, but never `Panny'. And the way he said it sounded too…weird.

"I don't think I've ever said, `I loved you'."

"Ex-excuse me?" So now on a rainy April day, Papa was going to tell her he loved her. What's the catch?

"I know your mother and I have been pretty hard on you, but despite all of this, you have grown into a beautiful young lady. Much like your mother in those days."

Pan glared daggers into his eyes. There was something there that definitely wasn't there before. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Break your daughter's heart when she was six then come back and tell her you love her when she was sixteen. This was way beyond weird, especially if you take on account that she didn't think for once, Papa wasn't drunk.

Papa stood up and gave her a tight hug. Yep Papa wasn't drunk. He was just going insane.

"You even have her beautiful curves," he whispered huskily into her. He squeezed around him tightly feeling way up and down her torso. Pan panicked.

`Oooook this is my cue to leave and call the insane asylum because Papa actually loves me,' Pan thought.

She tried to push out of her father's grasp. It was beginning to feel even weirder, but he held tight onto his hold.

"Please stop Papa."

Pan was starting to feel disgusted. Something hard was pressing against the pit of her stomach. As if it was some kind of a reflex, she quickly shoved her father pretty hard, making him stumble back a little. She backed up, but unfortunately, she was met with the wall. He took it to an opportunity to pound on her.

"Drop your pants," her father growled. Pan's eyes widened in fear. Was he dead serious?

"Papa stop it," Pan said pleadingly. He was not about to do what her mind was telling her. After all of the rotten things Papa and mother made her felt and do this has got to be number one.

"Drop it now you stupid little bitch!" He grabbed her hair and slapped her sharply across her face. Tears began to roll down her face hysterically. He let go of her hair making head jerk back into place. Pan tried to run but he snatched a handful of her lustrous brown hair in his hand again and unbuckled his pants with the other, letting it drop to the floor.

"You would do as I tell you."

Pan didn't want to look down, she was too scared to. Pan tried to budge but he felt both hands on each side of her and his enormous bodyweight, effortlessly pinning her down. Her father was no where near fat. All of body was well toned and muscled. If it wasn't for the drowsy look he gave off, her would be handsome.

"Papa?" She whimpered. She tried to close her eyes as new tears surfaced. Pan's father grabbed her shirt and tore it open, leaving the upper part of her body clad in only a flimsy bra.

"Yes you body is-," Her father began, but was interrupted by a door opening and slamming shut.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Pan's mother screamed. Simultaneously, her father let go of her. Who would have thought that through all of these years, her mother was her savior? The same mother who made Pan stuff things under she shirt when they didn't have enough money to buy both liquor and food. The same mother who whooped Pan's ass if she got in the way. The same mother who referred to Pan as a mistake. That mother saved her.

"I can explain…." Pan's father staggered. He struggled to regain composure and fixed his pants. Pan took the opportunity to bolt. She ran as fast as her legs could take her to her room and locked the door. Drowning under her blankets and pillows on her, she tried real hard to block out the noise of her parents practically yelling at each other. But more importantly, she tried to block out the memory of the events that had just took place between her and father. If her mother had not came back busting threw the door like that, she wasn't sure whether her father would have raped her.

"What the fuck were you guys trying to do here?" her mother questioned. A moment later Pan heard a "crackkkkk!" She could tell her mother threw something.

`You guys? I wasn't trying to do anything,' Pan thought.

"If you weren't out there fucking every guy in town accept for me, I wouldn't have to fulfill my needs elsewhere.

"That doesn't mean you had the fuck the dirty slut, that not to mention is your daughter!"

"It's not like she's my daughter by blood and you know it, bitch."

No. Pan did not just hear her father say that weren't related by blood. No. Her mind was playing games of her. Clearly, Papa was just kidding around, in a sarcastic behavior. Yes that was it. That man standing out there was her father. The same man that abandoned her when she was seven. The same man that almost tried to rape her. That man was her father. No, that man is.

"What the fuck are you talking about Harry? Don't make up shit so that you can get yourself out of this."

"Pan's father is Gohan Son. The stupid fuck that took your virginity long time ago, isn't that right Videl?"

What was she hearing? What was she thinking? Pan couldn't do anything. She sobbed uncontrollably.

"I-I don't know of this Son you are speaking of," Videl replied. Pan could tell that she was choking back sobs.

"Let me refresh your memory. Little Videl grew in a home where nobody loved her. When Little Videl was seventeen years old when she met Gohan. Gohan manipulated her and screwed her brains out. Videl, being the stupid cunt that she was, ran away from the only person in her life that even loved her, carrying his child."

"Gohan Son never loved me," Videl cried.

"Is that so? It that the reason why you still scream out his name on those rare moments we fuck. You can never forget about him. That's why you hate Pan so much. Every time you look into her eyes you see that bastard.

"Shut-up!" At this moment Pan could tell her mother was crying harder than she was. This was unbearable. She go to. She had to run.

Pan got putting on the first sweatshirt she could see insight and jumped out her window. She ran. She ran past her neighborhood crossing streets, alleys, and roads, not caring of ongoing cars. Luckily, if she were to cross one a car would stop just in time so it wouldn't hit her. She didn't care if it would or wouldn't. She had to get away. Pan ran and ran. Until she hit something hard.

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So I never knew that after night came the day. Because in my life there was no sunshine.

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