Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ❯ Questions ( Chapter 11 )

Have you ever played a split personality? Pretending to be someone you're not. You pretend so long, you're lost. Have you ever refused? Have you ever just given up? So many don't realize what they are or what they like because they want to be like everyone else. What if you had control? What if you were the one everyone wanted to be like? Or what if you were the one everyone wanted? The one everyone craved. How would you choose, if you chose at all? By finding out who they really are. It's the only way to find out if they truly love you. To know if they mean what they say. But what if you loved them too much? So much that you were afraid of the answer. Afraid to find out that you meant nothing to them. Afraid that you were just being used. Would you want to go through with it, if it meant braking your heart? Or would you lie to yourself over and over again, only to have your heart broken after there was nothing either of you could do about it?

-From the Diary of Son, Pan

(Son, Carina)

Pan was laying on her bed waiting. He would be here any minute. She had come home early as fast as she could. He couldn't see her driving a busted car like that. If he did, then he would know that `Carina' was Pan. He couldn't quite know just yet. From what she learned about him today, he was lying to her. Either about wanting to get to know her, of that he really loved Marron. What if he wasn't lying at all? What if he really did love Marron, and he wanted to get to know `Carina' as well? That wouldn't be good. At least for him. If all he wanted was money, she would leave him at the alter if she had to. Her parents wouldn't care if he only wanted money, because, in the end, that was all they wanted as well. If they didn't want money, then they would have put her feelings first and at least asked if she was at least willing to meet him. She would have at least met him if they had asked. Then again, she already `met' him.

School had sucked. After the quick questioning, she didn't speak to him the rest of the day, and neither did he. She did glance at him though. She knew what was on his mind. Who to choose, if he was going to at all? By the looks of it, he hadn't told Marron. That would be even better. This would be payback. She couldn't have planned it out better if she tried.

Trunks was coming over every day this week. Their parents really wanted to start early. They weren't supposed to be married until the summer after senior year. It would be too much fun until then. However, she didn't want to keep the secret until then. She wanted it to hurt in front of the entire school. Three weeks left of school. She had three weeks to carry this out completely. That was, if she wanted him to have complete humiliation.

So it was 3:30 and she was still waiting. She didn't know how long she had to wait and she didn't really have much that could occupy her time. She was already dressed up to look the way her parents wanted her to dress, and for the first time, they didn't have to force her. All apart of the plan.

She sat there for a few minutes as she tried to think of something else. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Her mind stayed on that lingering kiss he had given her only a few nights previous. It had felt so warm and sincere, she just couldn't resist. But she didn't know why. She would find out though. With that thought, `Carina' heard the doorbell ring. She looked at the clock and saw that it read 4:08. She had been thinking about that kiss for almost a half an hour. She sighed knowing it was Trunks at the door; she slowly sat up waiting for him to come to her. After a minute, there was a knock at the door.

Carina made her way to the door, slowly unlocking it and turning the knob. When she opened the door, she wasn't surprised to see Trunks behind it. He was smiling at her with his seductive lips. She knew what she had to do, no matter what.

"Hey," Trunks said as blue met black.

"Hey back," Carina said.

They stood there for a minute, just looking into each other's eyes, not knowing what to do. After a minute the silence broke.

"What do you feel like doing?" Trunks asked, that smile still on his face.

"Not quite sure. What do you want to do?" Carina smiled right back.

"Why don't we just sit and talk?" Trunks suggested taking slow, seductive steps towards Carina. "I said I wanted to get to know you and I meant it."

"Alright. Come in," Carina said as she moved out of the doorway to let Trunks in. He stepped inside and sat down at the edge of her bed. She slowly, cautiously, sat down next to him. And again, there was an awkward silence.

"I guess I'll start again." Trunks laughed. "What do you like to do when you're not busy?"

"Do homework, listen to music, go shopping, and train." Pan looked at him. "What do you like to do?"

"Pretty much the same thing, except I don't like to do homework. And what type of training are you talking about?"

"Martial Arts."

"Are you serious?!" Trunks shouted. `She can't possibly be serious, could she? I mean, come on, she looks so weak and frail.'

"You want to find out?" Pan asked with a smirk. She didn't care how big his muscles were. She was a Saiyan. There was no way she could be defeated. Especially by a human.

"Maybe some other time. I'm not in the mood. But I train in Martial arts as well. Are you any good?"

"Again, you want to find out?"

"And again, maybe some other time." `I'd have to go easy on her. She doesn't know I'm a Saiyan. She doesn't even know what a Saiyan is. How is she going to take it when I tell her?' Trunks thought to himself.

"We'll have to spar sometime then." Pan's pride was getting the best of her. Here she was talking to him, after he lied to her today. She should have hurt him the moment he lied to her. Hell, she should have punched him the moment he kissed her.

"Sure, I'll go easy on you."

"You, go easy on me?" Pan asked with amusement in her voice. "I don't think so Trunks. I've been training since I was old enough to walk. I know I may not look like much," she chastised, "but I can beat you. I'm stronger than I look."

"Then we'll just have to find out."

"I already know."

"Is that so?" Trunks asked with a little amusement.

"Yeah, I'll kick your ass."

"Then we'll find out. Tomorrow?" Trunks smiled, that devilious smirk playing on his face.

"Tomorrow it is then." `I'll kick your ass Trunks. That I can promise you.'

"Well it's your turn to ask a question."

Carina knew she was being bold. Twice in one day. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She knew the answer. It was obvious. And she wouldn't act any differently if he told her yes. That's just what she wanted to hear. Him, telling her the truth for once. Not lying to her. Or to anyone else.

Trunks was silent for a moment before he answered. "No, I don't."

"Then what was with the pause? Are you lying to me Trunks?" Carina almost laughed, but her gaze never faltered.

"No, it's not that. I don't have a girlfriend. Really." Trunks was looking her straight in the eyes as he said this. Blue to black. Any other woman would have believed this. Some wouldn't even care if he was lying or not. But this was Pan. She wasn't like the other woman. She had strived her whole life to be herself and not be dragged off into the crazy, mixed-up ways of society.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"All right, my turn. What type of music do you listen to?"

"Black Sabbath, Metallica, anything that follows that category," Pan smirked. She was giving him too much information. But she didn't want to lie to him either. By the end of this, she wanted to be the one to say that she was truthful, that way, when she finally confronted him, he would have nothing against her.

"So, you're a heavy metal girl, huh?" Trunks asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That's right. I love it. You want to make something of it we can spar right now," Pan said in a threatening tone.

"I have nothing against it. You just don't look like the heavy metal type of girl."

"Well what type of girl do I look like?" Pan asked defensively.

"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but you look more like the type of girl that would be into pop music or something. I mean, you don't exactly dress the part."

"What, you mean all the black make-up and clothes, with the spikes, chains, and piercings?" Trunks only nodded his head. "I can't. My parents won't let me." And with that, the questioning continued for another hour until Trunks had to go home. He really didn't want to go home, but he didn't really have a choice. He was falling for her and he knew it. But he did have a girlfriend, even though he didn't want her to know about it.

`She won't find out. I'll brake-up with Marron if I think that she's getting too close.'

Carina walked Trunks to the door as they said their good-byes. They agreed that she would go over to his place tomorrow.

As they stood on the front porch of Carina's home, Trunks took her hand in his. She was thankful that they were alone as he slowly brought his lips to hers. It was a sweet innocent kiss that almost made her weak in the knees. She knew she wanted more, as she felt the intensity of the kiss rise as her lips started moving with his again. He put his arms around her waist and started to trace small patterns on her bare skin, seeing that her shirt showed some midriff. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue made it's way through her lips, just barely grazing hers. Teasing, and she wasn't liking it. Then suddenly, it was gone.

He pulled away looking into her eyes. He knew it wasn't right. He knew he had a girlfriend. But it felt too good. If felt like paradise when he held her in his arms.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Carina," Trunks said a little out of breath.

"Yeah, I'll come by your place tomorrow. I'll see you then."

Trunks then made his way to his car and got in. Taking one last look back at her, he fixed his eyes on the road. `I think I'm falling in love with her. What the hell am I getting myself into?' Trunks thought to himself.