Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ❯ Sadistic Love ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9: Sadistic Love

Have you ever felt betrayed? Someone told you something and then you found out it was a lie. Could you use it to your advantage? What if it could get you out of a problem? Or what if you use it to play with other's minds? To find out what they really are. Maybe to find out what you are. To find out where you stand and what you really mean to them. Are you a friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, lover, husband, wife, or just useless space? To find out, you have to break some hearts. Could you do it? Would you do it? If it meant you might find true love, would you be willing to break another's heart? Even if you didn't care about that person, could you be so inhuman? But what if you weren't human? Survival of the fittest. Would you be willing to risk your heart? Willing to risk endless nights of torment as you cry wishing it could be different? Or would you let it pass, and ten years from now, wish you had taken the risk?

-From the Diary of Son, Pan

(Son, Carina)

I went to bed at two in the morning. So what was I doing up and out of the house at ten? Don't ask me. I don't even know why. Maybe it was my will. Maybe it was my ambition. Or maybe I was as heartless as many people believed I was. Either way, I was going to do this the right way. I don't know what led me to want to do this. Maybe I was lonely, bored, or just arrogant. Maybe I was angry for at them. For not excepting me for who I was and for making me suffer the way they did. But what would that make them. If I was an arrogant bitch, then they were children of the devil. All they cared about was making me suffer.

So here I was. Ten o'clock and I was at the mall. I woke up two hours ago, ate breakfast, showered, brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, applied make-up, put back in all my piercings, and put my spikes back on, all while trying to hide from my parents. If they knew that I was going out like this after last night, they would kill me. Especially after they found out what type of car I was driving. They would insist that I take a bodyguard and a limo. I snuck out of my house at nine this morning, hoping they hadn't seen me. Goten was a great help. He distracted them while I went out. He knew only partially what I was doing. I wouldn't tell him my entire plan, although I could tell he was already suspicious. He thought I was just shopping for this. He doesn't know how I plan on using Trunks, to some extent. I don't necessarily want to use him as much as I find out what his true feeling are.

I was a little nervous about being caught. If anyone at school saw me then I would never here the end of it. I walked into Dillards, a store I never dared to enter. Full of beautiful people and beautiful clothing. It just wasn't me. I didn't own any `normal' clothing. What my parents wanted me to wear and what everyone else wanted me to wear. I only had my black clothing, and a few gowns she got at the beginning of each year, just in case my parents tried to whisk me off to some type of beauty pageant dinner like last night. I hated it when I didn't have something and then they had to take my measurements and have the dress made in one night. That's when everyone yelled at me because they wouldn't have to do it if I had owned any. I always had them specially made so I never had to enter a store like I did now.

I was doing some quick shopping to get some jeans and t-shirts. The ones my parents would die if they saw me wearing them. Something without black in it. It wasn't what others expected, and it wasn't what I wanted, but if I wanted to pull this off, then it was what needed to be done. Trunks couldn't think that I was Pan. All he had to do was keep believing that I was Carina. That wouldn't be hard considering my entire family called me Carina. I don't think they have ever called me Pan. Carina was my grandmother's name. She died before I was born and they gave me her first name as my middle name. She was my mother's mother. There's only one person in my family who doesn't call me Carina. That's my grandfather. No, he prefers to call me Panny. It was a nickname he gave me when I was a little girl and the name just sort of stuck. I don't get to see him that much though. He's a great Saiyan warrior. My father used to be too, until he started his own business and it blew up to become a multi-billion dollar corporation only rivaled by Capsule Corp.

My grandfather is a pure Saiyan. He used to train me but that was when I used to see him often. Now I don't live near him and I don't really get to see him at all. Goten still trains with me when he has the time. When he's not busy with his girlfriend Paris that is. Saiyans have to train. A Saiyan is a great warrior race that is now almost extinct. There's only my grandfather, my father and my uncle, who are both half, and me who is only a quarter. That's all that's left alive. Just the four of us. Unfortunately, we aren't very close, except my uncle and I. I can tell him almost anything. Almost. I can't tell him about this though. Not what I'm planning to do. He'd be against it and he'd tell Trunks. He just doesn't understand what Trunks has done to me. The torture him and his girlfriend has put me through since the beginning of time.

So here I was, at the mall, in a store I had hoped never to enter. This world was just too much for me. Too many expectations to follow through with. Everyone looking at you, just waiting until you mess up so they can put it in the papers the next day. I could care less what others think of me, but I do care when others judge me so quickly without getting to know me. It's just the way I've lived my life.

Damn, I wanted to get out of here quickly before anyone who knew me showed up. Like Marron. I do know that she comes to the mall every weekend and sometimes she brings Trunks. I really didn't want him to see me. Especially if he saw the clothes I was buying, he might be smart enough to put two and two together…Trunks…two and two…yeah, right! Still, I didn't want to run into them. Something more for them to rub in my face.

I looked around at the selection that they had. It was a great selection, but I didn't really care. To me, pants were pants, and shirts were shirts. What else was there. Anyway, I decided just to grab a few pairs here and there, making sure that none of them were the same style. My plan wouldn't work if he thought I was wearing the same pair of jeans every time I saw him. He might start to get suspicious if he notices…again, yeah right! He's too busy checking out my rack to care about anything else.

After I had picked out about fifteen pairs of pants I decided to look at shirts. Again, I couldn't get anything that was the same. If he had a brain in there somewhere, he might get suspicious. A rich girl wearing the same outfit? You'll never see it happen. I then decided that I needed new make-up. Considering the only make-up I have is black. That won't really go with my clothes. And it would probably be easy to tell it was me. That's not what I wanted.

After about an hour of shopping and coordinating, I took my chosen outfits to the checkout counter, where the most vicious looking woman stood behind. She had a scowl that could rival Marron and it was only then that I had realized that she had been looking at me since I entered the store.

I walked up to the counter just trying to act normal. I didn't want to cause a scene now that the mall was starting to get more visitors. I put my things down on the counter and she started to ring up the prices. I know it is going to cost a few hundred dollars, but like I care. The total was $764.38. Considering jeans are about $24.00 each and shirts are $25.00. I'm not surprised. Add another $100.00 in make-up and that should be about right. I swear, I shouldn't shop at the mall anymore. It's too expensive. But if I have to play the part of a rich girl than I have to dress the part, right?

The woman behind the counter was looking at me with a bigger scowl. It was as if her face was stuck like that. She probably thought I didn't have the money or something. Can't blame her, sort of. I was dressed like a `punk' as many would put it, and here I was buying clothes that were obviously not me. I silently shook my head at the thought and handed her my card. Yeah, I have my own card. My parents gave it to me hoping that I would by something feminine with it. I always just bought CD's, chains, spikes, or piercings with it. Well, they finally got their wish.

The woman behind the counter looked at me like I was crazy. She probably thought it was fake. Again, can't quite blame her.

"I'll need to see some I.D." the woman said. At that I went through my wallet that was in my back pocket. After finding my I.D. I showed it to her.

"Here it is," I took it out and gave it to her to get a better look. She looked at it and back to me, and back to my picture. She shook her head and slid my card. I pushed in my code as she took off all the security tags and bagged my clothes. When she was done I took my newly bought things and quickly walked to my car. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, just in case I saw anybody from school.

I walked to the my car and put my things in the back seat. I shut the door and just as I was about to get into the front seat, I heard a familiar voice call me. I turned around, and there in front of me was Marron, sitting in a new red convertible with an arm around her shoulder. Trunks' arm. Obviously he hadn't broken up with her.

"What do you want now Marron?" I looked at her with disgust, but my attention was soon drawn to Trunks. I didn't ever hear what Marron had said to me. I wasn't paying attention to me. My eyes were on Trunks. He wasn't looking at me. Those eyes that had captivated me last night were looking forward; not even a glance. His face was stoic of any emotions. No emotions in his eyes, and no smile on his lips. Those lips that tasted so sweet last night. I wouldn't mind tasting them again. But right now I had to play my game. He hadn't broken up with her yet. Strike one. He would soon find out who I was, but until then, I would find out how naughty he would still be when `Carina' wasn't around.

After Trunks drove off with Marron laughing I got in my car and drove home. I didn't care what Trunks did. He said he cared about me, but obviously he lied. I would soon show him how it would all backfire on him. Soon. Very soon.

Sadistic Love

Love is a temptress. Just so

warm and inviting. How

pathetic you can be. To

think that I can love you.

How senile can you get?

And what do I have to

do, to make you understand?

Love is a weak emotion.

Every man I've come across,

thinks that I will fall

for him, with just a simple smile.

I'm not as stupid as you think.

If only you could see

just how much I truly

despise you all. I only

live to break man's heart.

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