Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ❯ Trunks? ( Chapter 2 )

I guess you guys really like the story so far. I didn't think that it was that good. Yes people this is my first fic. I don't know how long it will be but I'm hoping to make it as long as possible. Enough of me, on to the fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, Sun Coast, Hot Topic, Spencers, Tylenol, West Coast Choppers, or whatever company that makes Jaguars. (I don't know much about cars.).

Chapter 2: Trunks?

Have you ever hidden a part of yourself from someone else and you hide for so long that you no longer know what you were hiding? That part of you died and for some reason, you can't find it anymore. You can't find the happiness you once had when you were yourself. When a person looses them self to the way society is, they loose who why are. They became what they were always against. Their eyes become clouded and they no longer know who they are or what they stand for. They die and are can no longer function to their full capacity. They become a lifeless manikin that is only moved by those around them. Their thoughts and actions are always played by those they died for. Soon, they start to hate and become hated. They slowly loose themselves and can no longer be themselves. They are not one anymore, but are many. They are everybody else. But if they are around a person who is still them self, then that part of them that died, slowly shows their light. And maybe, just maybe, they haven't truly died after all.

-From the Diary of Son, Pan

She sat there finishing her lunch. She hated coming to the mall. She loved to shop for more black clothing, but she hated the stares that she always received from those that went to her school. It was Saturday and she was pissed off. They were always staring at her. They could never mind their own business. She never talked to them, she never looked at them. Couldn't they at least give her the same curtisy. She sat alone, eating alone.

'Just like at school, just like at home. Always alone.' Pan thought to herself. She glanced up from her finished food as she could hear what they were saying about her. She noticed them as some of Marron's friends. She wished she could go over there and just punch the girls in the face for what they were saying, but that would probable kill them. 'Sometimes I wish I were just a normal human. Then I could kick their ass without being worried about going to jail for murder. This saiyan hearing isn't helping either,' she thought to herself as she got up to throw away her trash.

"Can you believe she goes out in public like that? Her outfit is hideous! The black has got to go," one of the girls said.

'Bitch,' Pan thought as she looked at her choice in clothing. It was almost similar to the ones she was wearing the day before except that she didn't have a hoddie on and she was wearing a 'West Coast Choppers' shirt that had a few small holes here and there.

"I know! She has holes in all of her clothing. She's comes to the mall, buys all this clothing, and doesn't even wear it. She's always wearing too much make-up and all offense to her, but she could use some plastic surgery." The two girls laughed at that and Pan just walked back to the table that she was eating at, grabbed her eight Hot Topic, Spencers, and Sun Coast bags as she looked at them, flicked them off, and walked to the entrance of the mall. They all thought she was poor, but if they were smart they would take a moment and see that she was buying all these things then they would realize that she wasn't as poor as they thought. She could hear them gasp and call her names as she smiled as she daydreamed about ways she could kill them. She could hog tie them with their own intestence. She smiled at the thought. Maybe just charging a ki blast would give them a heart attack.

She was almost at the entrance as she was too absorbed in her thoughts about murder as she bumped into a wall. She fell back onto her ass as her bags fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" She cursed as she stood up and started to gather her things but something stopped her.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't looking were I was going," the mysterious voice said to her.

She looked up to see his face and gasped as he looked right back at her. She could see his hands as he picked up his things and helped her with her's. More like picking up her stuff for her. She was in too much shock.

'Is he really helping me? I thought he hates me? Does he realize it's me?"

He sat in his room, bored as hell. He really didn't want to leave. This was his sanctuary. This was the one place were he would never be judged. Why? Because nobody was aloud in here. This was his room and he refused to let anybody come in. Not even his girlfriend. He would always just take her in the back seat, her house, or just take her to a cheap motel. Why a cheap motel? Simple, she was cheap and he knew it.

He laid on his bed as he contemplated what to do. Marron had called earlier asking him to take her out but he lied and said he was busy. He knew he shouldn't lie to her but he really didn't like her. She was too bossy, snotty, stuck-up, and bitchy. He really didn't like that type, but it was what others expected of him. He hated being popular. He could never be himself. Always being judged.

He sighed as he rolled over on his bed. He was only wearing a pair of jeans. It was too hot to wear a shirt. 'Guess I should try to sleep.' He yawned as he closed his eyes. A few minutes later, just as he was falling asleep, there was a loud knock on his door snapping him from his comfort.

"Who is it?" he asked exasperated.

"Trunks, Mom says you have to take me shopping at the mall," his sister, Bra, called in through the door.

"Why can't she do it?" Trunks asked not wanting to run into anybody he knew.

"She said she has a meeting." There was a long pause as he sat up and rubbed his head. He really didn't want to go because then he has to carry all her bags and follow her around like a man servant. They were rich, couldn't they just hire someone to follow his sister. She was only thirteen, but she could shop for hours. "Please Trunks? I'm being nice, but Mom says you have to!" She yelled through the door loud enough to give Trunks a headache.

"Fine, we'll leave in ten minutes. Let me get dressed first...and take a Tylenol," he whispered the last part to himself. He groaned as he stood up. He could hear his sister's cheers as she skipped down the hall. He quietly walked to his bathroom to get the Tylenol. He grabbed the bottle, popped two into his mouth and put his face under the faucet to wash the pills down. He looked as himself in the mirror. He was a wreck. He splashed water on his face and dried his face with a hand towel that was sitting on the counter. He walked to his closet as he grabbed a clean pair of jeans, and put them on. He then grabbed a blue muscle shirt and pulled it over his head. He grabbed his capsules an put them in his pocket, he then put on his shoes, walked to his door, and opened it revealing his sister.

She was dressed in dark blue hip hugger jeans and a tight red t-shirt that said 'Princess' on it. Her green hair was brushed back over her shoulders. She was 5' exactly, compared to Trunks' 5' 7".

"Can we go now?" she practically begged him.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." They both walked down staircases and through hallways to get to the front of the Capsule Corp. building they called home. When they reached the front, he reached into his pocket and grabbed out the capsules he put in there only minutes before. He pushed the button on the top of the capsule and threw it in front of him. When the smoke cleared, his black Jaguar appeared. He got in on the driver's side as his sister took the passengers side and they make their way to the mall.

They had been shopping for three hours. More like she was shopping and he was caring her bags. Three hours and it didn't look like she was slowing down.

'Why did I have to be the one to take her shopping? If I wanted to carry around bags all day, I could of gone with Marron instead,' he continued to berate himself as he wasn't watching were he was going and he felt something hit him hard as he dropped all his sister's bags.

He was, at first, in a daze, but then realized that someone had run into him. He looked down at the girl not seeing her face as she kept her head down. She never looked up as she started to gather her things.

"Damn it!" he heard her say. He then reached down to help her with her things.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't looking were I was going," he said suddenly remembering his manors. That was when she looked up and he recognized her face. He didn't smile, he didn't say anything else as he picked up his sister's things and helper her with her own.