Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets That Were Meant to be Told ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: CowgirlUSA 
Keeping a deadly secret since the day she came into this world, she lives in a world of fear and spite. She shrank away from any who tried to get close, she knew it would only cause them pain. The stakes have risen, and some of her closet friends and family are in danger because of this one thing. And to top it all off, one rainy night, her secret is let loose, she had slipped, and now she must face the consequences...for better or for worse. T/P, G/B
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 697 | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
Keeping a deadly secret since the day she came into this world, she lives in a world of fear and spite. She shrank away from any who tried to get close, she knew it would only cause them pain. The stakes have risen, and some of her closet friends and family are in danger because of this one thing. And to top it all off, one rainy night, her secret is let loose, she had slipped, and now she must face the consequences...for better or for worse. T/P, G/B
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 697 | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
A/N: Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DBGT or DBZ characters.
The sun was sinking, and the clouds were painted pink as the Earth went to sleep for another night. Her fists clenched together, pain and sorrow filling her heart to the point that it physically hurt. Her eyes snapped shut, trying her best to keep the tears at bay, though they seeped out at the corner. Mouth twitching, the woman bowed her head in shame, shame that she could be endangering the lives of those she loved.
Turning her head away, she strolled away from the high cliff, forcing her legs to keep moving, she couldn’t give up. Some people still needed her, still needed her help before she could finally quit, finally give up. Sighing, she looked one more time at the site she had been at, and taking to the air, never to return to that specific spot, another memory to be washed away.
The air circled around her, flipping her midnight hair away from her tanned face, the world speeding by as one big blur. Looking at the land below, she watched as the world settled down for the night, safely tucked away in their beds. Nodding her head, she smiled, and hurried on past, wanting to reach the comforting feeling of her room.
The house came into sight in a matter of mere minutes, the windows all dark, since no one else was home. Landing on the front step, the woman removed the brass key from the pocket of her denim jacket that she had owned for ages. Grasping the object tightly, she slipped into the keyhole with ease, and with a quick twist of her wrist, the door popped open without protest.
Sliding out of her soaked coat, she put it one the wooden coat hanger that stood tall and proud on the tiled entryway. Slipping out of her white tennis shoes, that were now stained with mud and clay from the rainstorm that raged outside, she walked onto the wooden floor of the greeting room. Stepping into the kitchen, her steps hushed, she went to the carpeted stairs and ran up them.
Reaching her room, she turned the knob, and without turning on the lights, she flopped onto her bed, the springs groaning from the sudden impact. Pulling a pillow under her head, she tucked the cover tightly around her slim figure and let her eyes slide shut in exhaustion, the storm forever raging on.
Her name, Son Pan, daughter of Son Gohan and Son Videl, and one-fourth Saiyan, an ancient breed of alien that was supposed to be extinct. Her family and close friends sheltered her from all dangers, protecting the weakest of them all. If only they knew that she could destroy them all with ease, she could tear them apart from the inside out, if only they knew her secret. But, alas, this secret must never be revealed to any, for the simple fact that they would be in grave danger from the something that is herself. And so the young woman lives life, hiding, waiting for the one that could either aid her in protecting, or decide to destroy.
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A/N: I hope you like it. Please review!
CowgirlUSA
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DBGT or DBZ characters.
Secrets That Were Meant to be Told
By: CowgirlUSA
Prologue
A young woman stood on the edge of a towering canyon, staring off into the wild blue yonder that held such freedom to one’s eyes. Her hair blowing in the wind, only held back by an orange bandana, that was tied back in a knot. Her face was solemn, her cheeks flushed from the whipping of the wind beating on her face. Silent tears fell, her nose sniffling, and her hands touching the streams of salty water in wonderment. No one could help her. No one knew her pain.By: CowgirlUSA
Prologue
The sun was sinking, and the clouds were painted pink as the Earth went to sleep for another night. Her fists clenched together, pain and sorrow filling her heart to the point that it physically hurt. Her eyes snapped shut, trying her best to keep the tears at bay, though they seeped out at the corner. Mouth twitching, the woman bowed her head in shame, shame that she could be endangering the lives of those she loved.
Turning her head away, she strolled away from the high cliff, forcing her legs to keep moving, she couldn’t give up. Some people still needed her, still needed her help before she could finally quit, finally give up. Sighing, she looked one more time at the site she had been at, and taking to the air, never to return to that specific spot, another memory to be washed away.
The air circled around her, flipping her midnight hair away from her tanned face, the world speeding by as one big blur. Looking at the land below, she watched as the world settled down for the night, safely tucked away in their beds. Nodding her head, she smiled, and hurried on past, wanting to reach the comforting feeling of her room.
The house came into sight in a matter of mere minutes, the windows all dark, since no one else was home. Landing on the front step, the woman removed the brass key from the pocket of her denim jacket that she had owned for ages. Grasping the object tightly, she slipped into the keyhole with ease, and with a quick twist of her wrist, the door popped open without protest.
Sliding out of her soaked coat, she put it one the wooden coat hanger that stood tall and proud on the tiled entryway. Slipping out of her white tennis shoes, that were now stained with mud and clay from the rainstorm that raged outside, she walked onto the wooden floor of the greeting room. Stepping into the kitchen, her steps hushed, she went to the carpeted stairs and ran up them.
Reaching her room, she turned the knob, and without turning on the lights, she flopped onto her bed, the springs groaning from the sudden impact. Pulling a pillow under her head, she tucked the cover tightly around her slim figure and let her eyes slide shut in exhaustion, the storm forever raging on.
Her name, Son Pan, daughter of Son Gohan and Son Videl, and one-fourth Saiyan, an ancient breed of alien that was supposed to be extinct. Her family and close friends sheltered her from all dangers, protecting the weakest of them all. If only they knew that she could destroy them all with ease, she could tear them apart from the inside out, if only they knew her secret. But, alas, this secret must never be revealed to any, for the simple fact that they would be in grave danger from the something that is herself. And so the young woman lives life, hiding, waiting for the one that could either aid her in protecting, or decide to destroy.
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A/N: I hope you like it. Please review!
CowgirlUSA
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