Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ❯ To A Love That Doesn't Exist ( Chapter 4 )

This chapter is were things start getting good. This is were things start to come into the light. You will soon see why I have a few things the way that they are. Enough of me talking about it…just read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z

Chapter 4: To a Love That Doesn't Exist

Have you ever had one of the biggest decisions of your life made for you? A decision so big that it would change your life forever and you could do nothing to stop it? What if it involved someone you knew? Someone you hated? Someone trapped like you? But they never knew it was you? Would you give them a second chance and hope that this was your second chance? Or would you cast them away as they do you? What if they didn't want this to happen either? Would you try and get through this on your own, or would you try and work together to get out of it? What if it turned out to be what you wanted even though you knew it would never work?

-From the Diary of Son, Pan

She put her car in park as she turned off the engine. She sighed. Today was another miserable day, she could just feel it. She grabbed her backpack and climbed out of her car. She locked her car door and shut it. She put her keys in her pocket as she looked at her school. Everybody around it was laughing and smiling. She could see it in their eyes how much it killed them. So many of them were faking it. They all hated them and yet she felt bad for them. One day she would be free to be who she wanted as well. Nothing could stop her from running away from all the emptiness and heart brake. She would leave and she would finally be happy. Unlike all those around her who wanted the emptiness, she wanted freedom. She would get away. One day.

She walked up to the entrance of the school ignoring all the stares she got as she entered. She quickly and silently walked to her locker to put her books away and grab the ones she needed. Before she got there though she had to walk past Marron's locker where she always was in the morning.

`Maybe if I'm quick and silent she won't see me.' Pan thought to herself as she walked quicker to her locker. She was almost at Marron's locker and she could see her laughing while hanging off of Trunks. It disgusted her that she was so flurtatious with Trunks. `He was almost nice on Saturday. Until he had to stick up for Marron.' Pan thought as she walked quicker. Suddenly, she fell to the ground as her books tumbled out of her arms. She quickly looked up to see Marron with her foot out, obviously the reason she fell, and laughing hysterically. All her cheerleader friends were laughing along with her as well as some passer-bys in the hallway. She looked up at Trunks and realized that for once he wasn't laughing. He was looking on with pity. Pan just `hmph'ed and looked away. She grabbed her books, stood up, and continued on to her locker.

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That was the bell. Everybody started walking off to their class as Pan opened her locker. She wanted to be late for class. She didn't really feel like going right now. Suddenly she noticed the piece of paper that fell out of her locker. She leaned down to pick it up looking around and noticing that there weren't many people around and definitely none that would pay her any attention. She unfolded the paper and saw that there was a hundred dollars in there. She looked at the paper and saw that it had some writing on it.

Sorry about Saturday. I shouldn't of been so rude. I accedentaly didn't give you back one of your bags. My sister found it among her things and saw that there was a broken DVD in it. A documentary on Jimi Hendrix. Sorry about it. It was completely cracked. Here's enough money to pay for it and a little extra for what I put you through. And what Marron has been putting you through. I'm really sorry about it.

Trunks

Now Pan was really angry. She was glad that she knew what happened to her DVD even though she guessed that he probably had it. But now he was offering her money. She shook her head as she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a quick note, stuck the money in it and folded it up. She walked over to his locker and put it in through the little slots. `The bastard. He thinks I want his money.'

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Pan gathered her things as she walked off to class. She knew she was late, but she didn't care. She didn't want to be at school. She was really pissed off already today, but she felt as if the day was going to get worse. She didn't know how, she just knew.

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`One class over with.' Trunks thought. `Five more left.' He opened his locker to get the book for his next class when something fell to the floor. He bent down to pick it up looking at it with curiosity before deciding to open it. He grabbed the money before it too fell to the floor and quickly read what was written on the paper.

I don't want your money rich boy.

Trunks instantly knew who it was from. He was pissed. Again he was trying to be nice and she just had to be so stubborn. He looked up just as she was passing by. He looked her straight in the eye and she looked back. She continued on her way never letting her guard drop. He knew that she wouldn't be intimidated, but he did hope that she would take the money. He knew that she could use it. Not having enough money to even buy new clothes. All her clothes had holes in them. He shook it off. If she wanted to be stubborn than he wouldn't give her the money. He would just take Marron out. `Maybe fuck her tonight. Let loose some steam.'

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Pan laid on her bed. She knew school was going to suck but she also knew that the day wasn't through yet. Anything could happen and she just wanted to stay in her room the rest of the day. She knew that if she left then something was going to happen. If she only knew what was happening at that very moment. And who was walking into the mansion. A few minutes later there was a knock on her door.

"Come in." Pan said as she sat up to see who was at her door. She told everybody that she wanted to be left alone for the rest of the day. Goten walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Carina. You need to come downstairs." Goten said a little nervous.

"Why? What's going on?" Pan asked with a little hesitation. She could tell something was wrong.

"You're parents just got home." He paused for a reaction. He was expecting something. All she did was stare at him with amazment. She hadn't heard from them or seen them in at least six months. "They have something to tell you."

"What?" Pan asked a little worried.

"I don't know. They won't tell me. All I know is they just got in a few minutes ago and they want to talk to you. They say it's important."

"Alright, I'll be right there." Pan said almost in tears. She was very nervous. Her parents never wanted to speak with her. Sometimes she questioned if they knew she even existed. Goten nodded and left the room closing the door behind him.

She sat there contemplating what she should do. `Should I go down? Of course I should go down. They're my parents. How bad could it be?' She stood up from her bed and walked to her door. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew today was not going to be a good day and she just knew that whatever they had to tell her was not good news. She opened the door and walked out of her room. She shut the door behind her and walked to where she knew her parents would be waiting. In the study.

When she got there the doors were shut. She raised a shaky hand and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in." She heard a commanding voice from inside. She turned the handle of the door and pushed it open. Sitting at the desk she saw her father sitting in the large leather chair. Even though he was sitting she could tell that he was still tall. He had his same short-cut black hair and black eyes and like always he was wearing a business suit. She looked over and saw her mother sitting on one of the couches that occupied the study. She was an average height with long flowing black hair and the most amazing blue eyes anyone had ever seen. "Sit down." Her father said to her not even looking up at the papers he was reviewing.

`Figures. Not even home twenty minutes and he's already back to business.' Pan thought with sarcasm. She knew her father never stopped working. She sat next to her mother on a couch next to the desk that her father was currently working at.

"How was your business trip?" Pan asked trying not to sound rude. They may be her parents but they were more like strangers to her. She was never really comfortable around them like she was around Goten.

"It was fine," her mother said with a bored tone in her voice. The was an awkward silence that hung in the air until Pan decided to speak again.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Pan asked. She could feel her heart beating inside her chest.

"Carina? Do you have a boyfriend?" Her mother, Videl, asked.

"What does it matter?" Pan asked completely confused.

"Answer the question." Gohan demanded.

"No, why?" Pan asked starting to get even more nervous.

"Good, because you're getting married," her father said without hesitation.

"WHAT!?" Pan screamed. "What do you mean I'm getting married?"

"I mean as part of a business arrangment you will be married. Son Corp. will be merging with Capsule Corp. and to consummate it there will be a marriage. You will be marrying The Brief's son. I believe his name is Trunks."

Pan was in shock. Marry Trunks. Her. Marry Trunks. She hated Trunks. Trunks hated her. "How can I get married!? I'm only sixteen!" Pan screamed in frustration. She was almost in tears. She was really hoping that this was just a dream. "How am I supposed to marry someone I don't love!?" `I should of stayed in my room.' Pan thought to herself.

"Love has nothing to do with it. It's a business arrangment and you will go through with it." Her father commanded.

"I refuse. I'm supposed to marry a man that's one of a kind. A man that I love. You know, the whole starry eyed, can't sleep, can't eat, can't think thing! It's not supposed to be arranged. You can't do this to me."

"Carina trust me. You don't want to go through all of that. None of it is real. There's no such thing. It's just a dream. You will learn to love him just like I learned to love your father," Videl said. Pan knew her parents didn't love each other when they got married. She knew that it was another business arrangment. Pan didn't want this. Not at all. To Trunks? She'd never go through with it. He wouldn't like it either. Did he already know?

"I won't go through with it. Say what you will but I will not." Pan said as she ran to the door of the study tears falling from her eyes.

"Weather you like it or not Carina, you are meeting him this weekend. You will wear an appropriate dress, and you will not wear anything black. You be married on your eighteenth birthday. That's the way things are in the business world. All you can do is deal with it. And that is final!" Gohan yelled after his daughter.

Pan slammed the door shut as she ran up the stairs, past Goten, and into her room. She slammed the door and locked it instantly throwing herself onto her bed. She cried for hours into her pillow.

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Every now and then she would hear a knock on her door and hear Goten's voice coming in through it. He wanted to know if she was alright. Obviously her parents haven't told him yet. When there was no more light coming through her window, she got up and walked over to her desk. She, again, picked up a pen and took out a piece of paper. It took her only ten minutes but she finished it. Her second poem for her English class. She turned off her light, walked over to her bed and cried herself to sleep.

To A Love That Doesn't Exist

I came across your beautiful face,

Like a shooting star in the night sky.

I've never seen such eyes before,

That dance around,

Like the evening's fire blaze.

I've never smelt a scent like yours,

That can't compare to a midday's summer dew.

And I've never tasted softer lips,

That can't compare to a rose's petals.

I've never met a man,

Whose heart was filled with such joy,

Joy much greater than a child.

And yet I do believe,

Even though others say it cannot be,

One day I will find out,

You are more than just a dream.