Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Youth of the nation ❯ the songfic ( Chapter 1 )
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By: little_evl_me 
.... same as story
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
.... same as story
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
Me: this is a song fic about a girl in dbz. she is a sayian. the song is: youth of the nation. i say u should hear the song before read this. it's kind of sad. also there isn't much dbz character but there are some.
PEACE IS DEATH
song: youth of the nation
by: pod
words from: http://digilander.libero.it/sheva1978/pod1.htm
(kids talking and laughing)
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would ve known
Cause I didn t kiss my mama goodbye
A girl about 16 climbed out of bed for school. Making extra sure not to smoosh her tail. She pulled on her normal clothes and walked down the stairs, only to be sent right back up for her younger sister. Barely 4 Her sister was already in the 3 grade. As this girl rushed out of the house and grabbed her skateboard. Followed closly by her sister.Their mom yelling get back here and say good bye.
I didn t tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
The girl rounded the corner and heard her mom say, "I love you any way." The girl growled and said, "sayains don't love." As she walked she heard her dad yelling at her from his car, "Don't you get in trouble again missy and stay away from the comic shop you go to. Theres trouble there." When he drove off for work. Their mom wasn't their mom and their dad wasn't their dad. Both their parents die soon after the Younger sisters birth. The older girl fliped her father off as he left sight.
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
The girl dropped her sister off at school and saw a couple of older kids pointing. The girl looked at her sister and said, "They pick on you don't they." The younger sister just nodded and ran into the building. The girl made a mental note to kick the kids asses. She continued on her way to the comic shop but now she was skateboarding. When she got to the comic shop, the same old kids were there.
But who knew that this day wasn t like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
The girl hit herself, she had forgot to study for that stupid test. She smiled thinking *I'll just ditch.* She walked into the shop and bought 3 books, all filled with violence and blood. She talked to a few kids hanging around and turned out that, this kid who was unknown had tried to pull a gun on the shop but was beat up before he could. She sighed thinking it was most likely a lie. As she rounded the corner to school. there was a sharp pain in her chest. the ground suddenly flew up and knocked her on the floor.
Call me blind, but I didn t see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn t hear nothing
When she rounded, screams met her ears. The pain flooded her as she thought about, what was happening. The warmth of her blood soaked her clothes as she listened. More people fell around her but none were hurt as bad. her tail twitched, she had no control over in now. Like a when a snake was seperated from it's tail.
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don t really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
She managed to sit up. Her sayain blood allowed some power. She saw a kid, He seemed to know her. As walked over with the gun ready. It came to her just as the bullets ramed into her skull. He was that kid who the preps picked on, and she picked on him too. two seats up one row down. She mumbled "sorry."
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it s because
He smiled down at the people laying in puddles of their own blood. One moved. As he walked over to her. He knew she was one of the people who messed with him. He pulled the gun thinking about what his life was like. He dad was always away on busness and his mom was always shoping. Plus the kids at school loved to tease him. He pulled the trigger. He heard her say sorry. The guilt of it ran into him. He pulled it on himself.
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
(with Bra/Bulla Briefs)
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Bra walked out of her house. She wanted to walk today. She loved school because she was loved there. Rich and popular were her title. Her mom had her set up to go to good college after high school. She started to walk to school think of all the things she had studied that night to ace that test.
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She walked passed her old boyfriend. he was, of cores, spreading romors about her. He was right on some accounts. Like she did sleep with him but only once not twice. He stopped talking as she passed. When she was out of normal ear shot, he said, "Ya she really did sleep with like half the school. what a whore."
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
She saw the rest of her old bfs they were talking about her to. She thought of the relationship with each. *Bobby slept with me then dumped me, Tony, slept with then,i dumped him. michael, same.* She sighed at her stupidity and kept walking passed them. She heard about that kid who shot up fifth street killing like 12 people. Half of which went to this school. She noted the fact that one was said to have a tail.
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Bra sighed, her father would like to know that. Another sayain was running around and was killed by a few bullets. It was at close range tho. That might work. She walked into her first class, it was nearly emtpy. kids either got taken out of class by parents or got shot. As she took her normal seat. The kid in her came back. She used to yell at people for teasing a kid, but this year she went along with it.
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
She listen to a conversation going on in the next seat. One kid with brown hair said, "you guys hear about that john kid?" Bra thought, *I know him he sits..* she trailed off as she stared at the empty sit. She smiled think of how he always spoke aloud in class just to get in touble and how he ditched all the time.
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
He was friends with Trunks and his friends but they talked bad about him. Bra sighed and thought about, one time a kid caught him in the bathroom trying to get the nerve to cut his wrists. He really tried to fit in, but was unique, he smiled all the time and had a habit of always bing right. He had alot of patential.
It s kind of hard when you ain t got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
He always hung by himself any way. Bra found herself think about him. he was cute, nice, kind. once she even saw him pick a baby bird up and take it home. She had asked him how it was and he had said, what did he say, ummm. that it was in a cage and growing biger. Her thought were destroyed when she hear the boys from before say, "Ya i hear he shot himself."
You cross the line and there s no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
Bra was shocked, He must of been thinking about it for weeks to have actually done it. Why hadn't anyone noticed. He most of really hated life. The boys continued talking, "He left a note saying why but the police wouldn't give it to the public." One of the other boys laughed and said, "Ya, but i think it's clear, the reason he killed himself. He was friendsless and alone." The last boy said, "Ya but he did he have to shot himself to get the message across." "guess so."
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
(third person)
Who s to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don t take away the pain
The parents of the children who had die were holding a service in their honor. One parent said, "My daughter would have laughed at all the fuss being made over her." Another parent was crying saying, "I didn't even know he went there." A father said, "This is the schools fault for not making sure my child came to school on time and for not informing me other wise." A mother yelled, "It's our fault for not watching our own children." The arguement was ended by a little girl breaking out crying. She yelled, "Stupid sister, why do you always have to do something you know is wrong!?!?!?!"
I guess that s the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody s got to know
the girl continued to cry until her mother, calmed her. The mother turned the crowd of parents, friends and close family, and said, "why is it like this, when a family has to worry about what is going on when their not there." The father of the family walked up his wife and whispered, half crying and half laughing, "she wasn't even ours and it still hurts, so much."
There s got to be more to life than this
There s got to be more to everything
I thought exists
The families filed out after the service, and the bodies were sent to the grave yard. As they were being buried, one of the coffins broke open. The man diggin was puting the body slowly back inside, but his boss came and shoved it in. The body was tossed into a horrid position. The digger dug the hole for each of the bodies. His eyes watered as each grave was small. His boss looked at the many coffins and said, "Each worth their weight in money."
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
A picture on a desk in the principal's office. Was a constant reminder of the lost kids, for all of them were in one class. The picture showed them smiling. Happy. Each was sad and lonley then. Looking really hard at the picture you could see the sadness, and the gladness of peace.
Youth of the nation...we are...
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song: youth of the nation
by: pod
words from: http://digilander.libero.it/sheva1978/pod1.htm
(kids talking and laughing)
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would ve known
Cause I didn t kiss my mama goodbye
A girl about 16 climbed out of bed for school. Making extra sure not to smoosh her tail. She pulled on her normal clothes and walked down the stairs, only to be sent right back up for her younger sister. Barely 4 Her sister was already in the 3 grade. As this girl rushed out of the house and grabbed her skateboard. Followed closly by her sister.Their mom yelling get back here and say good bye.
I didn t tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
The girl rounded the corner and heard her mom say, "I love you any way." The girl growled and said, "sayains don't love." As she walked she heard her dad yelling at her from his car, "Don't you get in trouble again missy and stay away from the comic shop you go to. Theres trouble there." When he drove off for work. Their mom wasn't their mom and their dad wasn't their dad. Both their parents die soon after the Younger sisters birth. The older girl fliped her father off as he left sight.
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
The girl dropped her sister off at school and saw a couple of older kids pointing. The girl looked at her sister and said, "They pick on you don't they." The younger sister just nodded and ran into the building. The girl made a mental note to kick the kids asses. She continued on her way to the comic shop but now she was skateboarding. When she got to the comic shop, the same old kids were there.
But who knew that this day wasn t like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
The girl hit herself, she had forgot to study for that stupid test. She smiled thinking *I'll just ditch.* She walked into the shop and bought 3 books, all filled with violence and blood. She talked to a few kids hanging around and turned out that, this kid who was unknown had tried to pull a gun on the shop but was beat up before he could. She sighed thinking it was most likely a lie. As she rounded the corner to school. there was a sharp pain in her chest. the ground suddenly flew up and knocked her on the floor.
Call me blind, but I didn t see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn t hear nothing
When she rounded, screams met her ears. The pain flooded her as she thought about, what was happening. The warmth of her blood soaked her clothes as she listened. More people fell around her but none were hurt as bad. her tail twitched, she had no control over in now. Like a when a snake was seperated from it's tail.
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don t really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
She managed to sit up. Her sayain blood allowed some power. She saw a kid, He seemed to know her. As walked over with the gun ready. It came to her just as the bullets ramed into her skull. He was that kid who the preps picked on, and she picked on him too. two seats up one row down. She mumbled "sorry."
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it s because
He smiled down at the people laying in puddles of their own blood. One moved. As he walked over to her. He knew she was one of the people who messed with him. He pulled the gun thinking about what his life was like. He dad was always away on busness and his mom was always shoping. Plus the kids at school loved to tease him. He pulled the trigger. He heard her say sorry. The guilt of it ran into him. He pulled it on himself.
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
(with Bra/Bulla Briefs)
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Bra walked out of her house. She wanted to walk today. She loved school because she was loved there. Rich and popular were her title. Her mom had her set up to go to good college after high school. She started to walk to school think of all the things she had studied that night to ace that test.
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She walked passed her old boyfriend. he was, of cores, spreading romors about her. He was right on some accounts. Like she did sleep with him but only once not twice. He stopped talking as she passed. When she was out of normal ear shot, he said, "Ya she really did sleep with like half the school. what a whore."
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
She saw the rest of her old bfs they were talking about her to. She thought of the relationship with each. *Bobby slept with me then dumped me, Tony, slept with then,i dumped him. michael, same.* She sighed at her stupidity and kept walking passed them. She heard about that kid who shot up fifth street killing like 12 people. Half of which went to this school. She noted the fact that one was said to have a tail.
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Bra sighed, her father would like to know that. Another sayain was running around and was killed by a few bullets. It was at close range tho. That might work. She walked into her first class, it was nearly emtpy. kids either got taken out of class by parents or got shot. As she took her normal seat. The kid in her came back. She used to yell at people for teasing a kid, but this year she went along with it.
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
She listen to a conversation going on in the next seat. One kid with brown hair said, "you guys hear about that john kid?" Bra thought, *I know him he sits..* she trailed off as she stared at the empty sit. She smiled think of how he always spoke aloud in class just to get in touble and how he ditched all the time.
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
He was friends with Trunks and his friends but they talked bad about him. Bra sighed and thought about, one time a kid caught him in the bathroom trying to get the nerve to cut his wrists. He really tried to fit in, but was unique, he smiled all the time and had a habit of always bing right. He had alot of patential.
It s kind of hard when you ain t got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
He always hung by himself any way. Bra found herself think about him. he was cute, nice, kind. once she even saw him pick a baby bird up and take it home. She had asked him how it was and he had said, what did he say, ummm. that it was in a cage and growing biger. Her thought were destroyed when she hear the boys from before say, "Ya i hear he shot himself."
You cross the line and there s no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
Bra was shocked, He must of been thinking about it for weeks to have actually done it. Why hadn't anyone noticed. He most of really hated life. The boys continued talking, "He left a note saying why but the police wouldn't give it to the public." One of the other boys laughed and said, "Ya, but i think it's clear, the reason he killed himself. He was friendsless and alone." The last boy said, "Ya but he did he have to shot himself to get the message across." "guess so."
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
(third person)
Who s to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don t take away the pain
The parents of the children who had die were holding a service in their honor. One parent said, "My daughter would have laughed at all the fuss being made over her." Another parent was crying saying, "I didn't even know he went there." A father said, "This is the schools fault for not making sure my child came to school on time and for not informing me other wise." A mother yelled, "It's our fault for not watching our own children." The arguement was ended by a little girl breaking out crying. She yelled, "Stupid sister, why do you always have to do something you know is wrong!?!?!?!"
I guess that s the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody s got to know
the girl continued to cry until her mother, calmed her. The mother turned the crowd of parents, friends and close family, and said, "why is it like this, when a family has to worry about what is going on when their not there." The father of the family walked up his wife and whispered, half crying and half laughing, "she wasn't even ours and it still hurts, so much."
There s got to be more to life than this
There s got to be more to everything
I thought exists
The families filed out after the service, and the bodies were sent to the grave yard. As they were being buried, one of the coffins broke open. The man diggin was puting the body slowly back inside, but his boss came and shoved it in. The body was tossed into a horrid position. The digger dug the hole for each of the bodies. His eyes watered as each grave was small. His boss looked at the many coffins and said, "Each worth their weight in money."
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
We are, We are, (We are) the youth of the nation
A picture on a desk in the principal's office. Was a constant reminder of the lost kids, for all of them were in one class. The picture showed them smiling. Happy. Each was sad and lonley then. Looking really hard at the picture you could see the sadness, and the gladness of peace.
Youth of the nation...we are...
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