Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cruel Intentions ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Tastless_Charms 
Pan's thought about her little sister Kaori and how she feels about her marrying Trunks..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 964 | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
Pan's thought about her little sister Kaori and how she feels about her marrying Trunks..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 964 | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
A/N: Another T/P story. I forgot to mention it in my list of stories in Lost w/out u. I don't think I'll be putting any lemon in this, but the rating will still stand, because of the heavy swearing and just a little bit of sexual tension. I hope ya like!
A/N: Oh, this story may seem a little dark.
Prologue
(A/N: Pan's POV)
My apartment. I sat in the dark, dim living room, on the black suede couch. In my hand I held a long string of black pearls with a blue crystal like jewel hanging from it. The jewel was rimmed with rare platinum and accented the beautiful jewel perfectly. I think the jewel was an Armenian Blue Gem, found in the Sahara desert somewhere. I don't know. My father got it for me. Surprisingly. But anyways...
My thumb rubbed the precious gem, as if it were Aladdin's magical lamp. Except, there was no wished involved or any Genie. Even though that would be really great if they're was, because then I could wish my younger sister Kaori out of my fucking life. I hate her. No. I loathe her; to the very center of her disgusting, filthy, perfect, preppy core. Why did everything I wanted...I needed...I loved, belong to her?
Isn't it supposed to be the other way around since I'm older then her stupid ass? FOR KAMI-SAMA'S SAKE, SHE'S 17 YEARS OLD! I'M 22! I don't understand. Where did I go wrong with my family? Why was it that the only people in my family who actually cared about and loved me were my Uncle Goten, Grandma ChiChi and Grandpa Goku?! My fist tightens and the black pearl beads tighten around my arm, threatening to cut off the circulation. But I don't care.
I'm too pissed off to notice that my arm is turning blue. Kaori had EVERYTHING her little dirty heart desired! She was absolutely brilliant like father, pretty, if not identical to me; except her hair was short unlike mines, which was long, silky onyx, flowing locks. Actually, more people tend to think I'm better on the eyes than my sister is. Yea, she has a perfect frame like mines and beautiful, but my body is toned. Legs of a woman who loved to fight and spar and didn't mind getting down and dirty with the guys.
But I know that I had choose to advance the saiyan inside me, unlike my sister had choose her human side. We were totally the opposite. And she got the full support of my parents when it came to going to college, all the money she wanted, and a new car. AND not to mention, she was now marrying the man I wanted. The man I had given all of myself too and then had to let go because my parents wanted an arranged marriage to Trunks Briefs, for her. A low animalist growl erupts from my throat as I picture my sister being, fucking my Trunks.
"Mine..." I grunted.
That was right. Trunks was mine. We were bonded. We would have become mates if my dad hadn't come up and told us the news. Telling me that I had to give up on whatever Trunks and I had because my little sister was going to marry him. And when he said that, I almost lost my mind. The only thing I could think was, 'What?' I shake my head, my brown orbs glistening in the streak of sunlight that had pour through the closed black curtains. Damnit. What the hell am I doing here, while my sister's out taking what belongs to ME!
I look up slowly from starring at the black shag rug. My eyes connect with a picture sitting a-top of the T.V. stand. I narrow my eyes dangerously, feeling the saiyan in me roaring, begging to be let free. It's only intentions; to murder my sister in the middle of her wedding. As I glare at the family picture with My father, mother, Kaori and me, my Ki beginnings to rise. Nope. I'm not controlling my temper anymore. It has now taking over my being and all I can see is red, red rage; rage for my sister. I've let her have everything else, without a lot of argument. But Trunks? No, she can't have him; I will not let her.
"He's mines!!" I say as I stand up, finally un-fisting my hand, "And you can't have him Kaori..."
I look down at my wristwatch and check the time. It's 12:00. If I hurry I'll get there before the pastor asks the question. I walk into my room and slam the door behind me. Thirty minutes. I'll make it. I will...
*****
A/N: Whelp! The prologue is finished! ^.^ I'm happy! Yea, it's short, but that's ok. It's the prologue. It's supposed to be short. Wow. Ms. Son seems to have a little attitude problem. What am I talking about. She has a big problem. But who could blame her, huh? Well, the next chapter should be up sooner than later, sO don't get all pissy!
Me: YeY! Another story up! WhooT!
Vegeta: Woman...could you move really quick. *Grins devilishly.*
Me: Um..ok. *Stands up, moving out the way.* What for?
Vegeta: This is why...*Blast her laptop.*
Me: *Stares in shock at where her laptop once was as he walks away.* ...my...my..my! VEGETA!! *Wails, running after him with a mallet in her hand.*
A/N: Oh, this story may seem a little dark.
Prologue
(A/N: Pan's POV)
My apartment. I sat in the dark, dim living room, on the black suede couch. In my hand I held a long string of black pearls with a blue crystal like jewel hanging from it. The jewel was rimmed with rare platinum and accented the beautiful jewel perfectly. I think the jewel was an Armenian Blue Gem, found in the Sahara desert somewhere. I don't know. My father got it for me. Surprisingly. But anyways...
My thumb rubbed the precious gem, as if it were Aladdin's magical lamp. Except, there was no wished involved or any Genie. Even though that would be really great if they're was, because then I could wish my younger sister Kaori out of my fucking life. I hate her. No. I loathe her; to the very center of her disgusting, filthy, perfect, preppy core. Why did everything I wanted...I needed...I loved, belong to her?
Isn't it supposed to be the other way around since I'm older then her stupid ass? FOR KAMI-SAMA'S SAKE, SHE'S 17 YEARS OLD! I'M 22! I don't understand. Where did I go wrong with my family? Why was it that the only people in my family who actually cared about and loved me were my Uncle Goten, Grandma ChiChi and Grandpa Goku?! My fist tightens and the black pearl beads tighten around my arm, threatening to cut off the circulation. But I don't care.
I'm too pissed off to notice that my arm is turning blue. Kaori had EVERYTHING her little dirty heart desired! She was absolutely brilliant like father, pretty, if not identical to me; except her hair was short unlike mines, which was long, silky onyx, flowing locks. Actually, more people tend to think I'm better on the eyes than my sister is. Yea, she has a perfect frame like mines and beautiful, but my body is toned. Legs of a woman who loved to fight and spar and didn't mind getting down and dirty with the guys.
But I know that I had choose to advance the saiyan inside me, unlike my sister had choose her human side. We were totally the opposite. And she got the full support of my parents when it came to going to college, all the money she wanted, and a new car. AND not to mention, she was now marrying the man I wanted. The man I had given all of myself too and then had to let go because my parents wanted an arranged marriage to Trunks Briefs, for her. A low animalist growl erupts from my throat as I picture my sister being, fucking my Trunks.
"Mine..." I grunted.
That was right. Trunks was mine. We were bonded. We would have become mates if my dad hadn't come up and told us the news. Telling me that I had to give up on whatever Trunks and I had because my little sister was going to marry him. And when he said that, I almost lost my mind. The only thing I could think was, 'What?' I shake my head, my brown orbs glistening in the streak of sunlight that had pour through the closed black curtains. Damnit. What the hell am I doing here, while my sister's out taking what belongs to ME!
I look up slowly from starring at the black shag rug. My eyes connect with a picture sitting a-top of the T.V. stand. I narrow my eyes dangerously, feeling the saiyan in me roaring, begging to be let free. It's only intentions; to murder my sister in the middle of her wedding. As I glare at the family picture with My father, mother, Kaori and me, my Ki beginnings to rise. Nope. I'm not controlling my temper anymore. It has now taking over my being and all I can see is red, red rage; rage for my sister. I've let her have everything else, without a lot of argument. But Trunks? No, she can't have him; I will not let her.
"He's mines!!" I say as I stand up, finally un-fisting my hand, "And you can't have him Kaori..."
I look down at my wristwatch and check the time. It's 12:00. If I hurry I'll get there before the pastor asks the question. I walk into my room and slam the door behind me. Thirty minutes. I'll make it. I will...
*****
A/N: Whelp! The prologue is finished! ^.^ I'm happy! Yea, it's short, but that's ok. It's the prologue. It's supposed to be short. Wow. Ms. Son seems to have a little attitude problem. What am I talking about. She has a big problem. But who could blame her, huh? Well, the next chapter should be up sooner than later, sO don't get all pissy!
Me: YeY! Another story up! WhooT!
Vegeta: Woman...could you move really quick. *Grins devilishly.*
Me: Um..ok. *Stands up, moving out the way.* What for?
Vegeta: This is why...*Blast her laptop.*
Me: *Stares in shock at where her laptop once was as he walks away.* ...my...my..my! VEGETA!! *Wails, running after him with a mallet in her hand.*